Truth?


Tristan sat in the airport, virtually alone. He had picked a flight that no one in their right mind would stay up until 3:30 AM for. The Yukon, which had 3 stopovers. He chuckled at his pick. He remembered what Carver's face looked like when he pointed and said, "Here." After much protesting on his part, Carver finally gave in and booked him a flight.

He looked at the clock, 2:30.

'Rory' Tristan thought. He needed to talk to her before he left but he wouldn't make that mistake again. He'd probably put her in more danger. Tristan sighed and a thought suddenly sprang into his head. The ring. He had forgotten the engagement ring that had meant so much to him. It was the only part of Rory he could imagine he had.

By 2:35, Tristan was in a taxi headed back to his apartment.


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Rory stood outside Tristan's door and took a deep breath. She had turned around and come back to the door 4 times now. She wouldn't do it again.

She leaned in to knock but as her fist hit the door, it slowly opened. After much waiting, she took a step inside. She heard a muffled voice coming from the bedroom. "Tristan?" She said in a barely audible voice. She cleared her throat and gained more confidence. "Trist-." She was grabbed from behind and had her mouth covered by a cloth. She sniffed. Ether. Rory felt herself blacking out.


***


Tristan got back into his hallway and saw his door open. He slowly crept up and manuevered his way in without moving the door much. He closed the door behind him and locked it. His house was ransacked. After careful survey of his apartment, Tristan reached in his closet and felt around for the ring. He felt the velvet box, picked it up and opened it. The ring was gone.

He threw the box in anger. It flew through to the living room and knocked a videotape off the table. His eyes darted to the post-it that was attached to it. 'Watch Me,' it said.

Tristan ran to the TV and put the tape in. It started with a 360 of a cement room. A torture room used to bring information out of even the strongest people. There was sharp tools and different chemicals in syringes. His heart dropped when it zoomed in on a ring. And engagement ring... Rory's engagement ring. The camera trailed up the arm and focused on the top of a woman's head. A hand reached in and pulled the head up to face the camera... Rory. She was unconscious. Tristan ran closer to the screen in shock.

Then a voice started. "Hello Mr.DuGrey. I'm sorry we had to meet again under these circumstances. I've been looking forward to talking with you." It was Sloane. "But now that I have this little treasure of yours, I don't need you, do I?" The voice laughed. "You know, if you hadn't told her everything, she wouldn't be here now and you'd be living your own life. It's funny how those closest to you are always the ones to betray you." Tristan couldn't hear anymore. He turned it off, fell on the couch and cried.

His head shot up and Tristan knew he had to do something. He wiped the tears off his face and reached for the phone. He reached for his wallet and pulled out a card with Carver's contact number. After frantically calling, they met at an abandoned warehouse.

"I need help."
"Is this about the Gilmore girl?"
Tristan's head shot up. "You knew?!"
"We just found out. I wanted to tell you but I thought you'd be in the Yukon by now."
Tristan threw him against a wall. "What do you know?!" He yelled angrily.
Carver stayed calm. "She's in the SD-6 headquarters at the Credit Dauphine Building." Tristan started to walk away. "Look, we can go back to headquarters and plan this out. You can't just run in there, guns blazing."
"Watch me."
"You won't be much help to her if you're dead Tristan!" He shouted.

Tristan stopped in his tracks. "So what do you want me to do then?" He said quietly.
"I have a friend in the CIA, Vaughn. He's the handler of another double agent in SD-6. I'll talk to him."
"I don't want anyone else near her, Carver. I need to save her NOW."

After a moment of silence, Carver finally gave in. "Let's go back to the agency and get a team together."
"Thanks Carver."


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Haha. I put on another one to make up for 4 months. Sorry. =]