So I hope you like it, it's one of my more favorite ones, doesn't have a
lot of S/V [none actually] but it gets into the background of a few new
characters who will make appearances in the rest of the story and in the
sequel also, so I hope you like it, the next chapter is written, but isn't
beta'ed yet, it's shorter and starts to get to the climax.
Anyways, let me know what you think of this one, thanks to Screech for beta'ing, and read the note at the end of the chapter.
[20]
The time had come.
He had the Rambaldi Manuscript in his possession and was on his way to meet with 'Steve' for the exchange – the Rambaldi Manuscript for Sydney's life.
But what complicated it all, was his hope that the CIA would get there in enough time, their plan was to apprehend 'Steve', that way they could find out about what organization he worked for, and not lose the Rambaldi Manuscript in the process.
Jack pulled into a parking spot right next to where they were supposed to meet – on the sidewalk outside of a warehouse in the industrial section of town.
What 'Steve' doesn't know is that one block down the road, a CIA agent is waiting for the designated signal, and once he receives it, he will contact Devlin who will send a team in to apprehend 'Steve'.
Shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waits for 'Steve's' arrival, Jack takes the time to look through the thick manual in his hand, with a curiosity to see what exactly this 'Rambaldi Manuscript' is.
All he finds is blank pages.
And suddenly he's wondering what the fuss is about a large, old blank book.
"A little curious are we Mr. Bristow?" He turned around and came face-to- face with a man; his blonde hair kept short, his eyes a startling blue, and his British accent thick.
"What can I say?" Jack shrugged, "I can't see what the big fuss for this is."
He held it up, almost in 'Steve's' reach, but as soon as 'Steve' grabbed for it, he pulled it back.
"Give me the book," 'Steve' growled.
"Leave my daughter alone," Jack's voice equaled his, even slipping an octave lower.
"Ah, Sydney? She and that Michael sure do make a cute couple, wouldn't you agree with me Jack?"
Leave her out of this," Jack continued his shoulders and spine straight, his gaze steely and his tone low and gravely, "You harm a single hair on her head, so help me God, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you."
'Steve' gave him a salute, "Whatever you say captain."
The book was handed over to him, and Jack glared at him, "You will stand here for five minutes, I will get in my car, drive two blocks away, and walk back here, and you better be gone by then. Got it?"
"Yep."
Jack got into his car, praying that the CIA would be coming soon. That was their signal.
~&~&~
The man one block away pushed the comm. Link in his ear, appearing to scratch his head, and speak lowly so no one that happened to be around him could hear him, "Spy!Daddy has entered his car, Alpha Team proceed to apprehend the suspect."
~&~&~
'Steve' stood where he was supposed to, but withdrew his cell phone from his breast pocket, and dialed his boss.
"Sloane."
"Sir, I have the Manuscript in my possession."
"Very good, bring it back to me."
"I will sir."
"When do you think you'll be back here?"
"My flight leaves in forty five minutes, so give me twelve or thirteen hours."
The call was ended, and 'Steve' looked at his watch, he only had to wait for another minute.
~&~&~
Jack stared at his watch; 'Steve' only had to stay where he was for another minute, and if the CIA didn't get there, not only had they lost 'Steve', but the Rambaldi Manuscript also.
As he joined the man one block down from the place where the CIA should soon be; Jeffers was his name, he looked in his eyes.
"So?"
Jeffers hated having to be the one to tell Senator Jack Bristow, who was known for having a temper, that the CIA might not make it on time, "They're trying sir, they'll be there as soon as they can."
"They better try!" he erupted, "They better more than try, they better get this son of a b**** who threatened my daughter."
"Yes sir."
He walked back to his car mumbling something about how he never should have left this job in the hands of amateurs.
Jeffers just wished Alpha Team would hurry up; he didn't want to be the one who had to endure the wrath of Jack Bristow when he was mad.
~&~&~
'Steve' looked at his watch.
10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
~&~&~
Alpha Team consisted of the agency's five best agents, and a rookie.
Destiny Andrews was a legend. She had brought in the most terrorists, obtained the most possessions, and failed the least amount missions, and she was only twenty-five.
Brandon Jones was Destiny's fiancé, they had met when five years ago Brandon was assigned as Destiny's handler, as all new rookies were, and they immediately fell in love, breaking all the rules about protocol, not caring. Together, they made the best and most successful team, that's why their superiors said nothing about their relationship.
Hayden Michaels was the oldest of the group, which wasn't that old, only being thirty-five, and he had also worked at the agency the longest – 14 years total. He had been on many missions mirroring this one; all were successful, he was the smartest choice to bring along.
Hannah Roberts was the youngest of the two females at twenty-three, and had been within the agency for a year, she had almost immediately been field- rated due to her ability to think quick on her feet and her ability to fight, she was the most clam, and level-headed of the group, sitting quietly in her seat, staring out the window as if she were only taking a normal car ride.
Jonnie Montgomery was the driver of the van, at twenty-eight, he had already been jailed twice by the age of twenty for stealing cars, and he was the best choice for driver as he knew how to get away quickly and efficiently. Although he wasn't much of a fighter, he was normally the one on the comm. links sitting out in the van on missions, merely there as back- up.
Lastly, was Henry Reed, the youngest son of Senator Reed, and a rookie, fresh out of the farm one week before. He was thrown in for this mission because Director Devlin believed that with a little experience Henry could be an asset to the CIA as a field operative and, well, maybe also because Senator Reed had blackmailed him into it.
Their position was in view as Jonnie wheeled around a corner.
Destiny squeezed Brandon's hand.
Jonnie gave Henry a smile, and Henry smiled wearily back.
Hannah and Hayden merely nodded at each other.
~&~&~
5...
4...
3...
A black van pulled up, and 'Steve's' eyes grew wide, "Oh s***."
He looked from side to side, his ride should have been pulling up right about now, but was not.
Six agents jumped out of the van, and he knew his only chance was to run, so he turned to his right and took off.
Unfortunately for him, two agents seemed to be uncharacteristically fast, and followed right along with him.
When he felt something tug on his arm, he looked back and met a pair of brown eyes as she continued to successfully tug on his shirt sleeve.
A rip rang out as his sleeve ripped off to reveal the tattoo on his bicep; which said: BUTDHU o
And when that happened, he shoved her, he shoved her so hard that she fell, and hit her head on the sidewalk, knocking her out.
"Destiny!" Brandon screamed, stopping chasing 'Steve' to fall beside his fallen fiancé.
This gave 'Steve' a chance, and just to his luck, his ride pulled up alongside the curb as Brandon was still huddled over Destiny's fallen form.
It wasn't until the car sped away that 'Steve' realized during the scuffle he had lost the Manuscript that had been in his right hand, but they couldn't go back now.
"Where's the manuscript?" the female beside him demanded.
He shook his head, "I lost it."
"Sloane's going to kill you, you know?"
"I know," he snarkily retorted.
"So you didn't hurt any of them, did you?"
"I didn't kill any of them if that's what you mean," he replied, she was such a softy sometimes, "Especially little Henry Reed."
~&~&~
Devlin's voice came over the comm. link as Brandon attempted to wake Destiny up, "What's happening?"
"We lost him sir," Brandon explained, "But not the Manuscript, he dropped it, but Destiny, she's down sir."
"What happened?"
"He shoved her down sir, and she hit her head, she's been out for at least five minutes."
"Bring the Manuscript back to me please; I'll let Jack Bristow know what happened."
Devlin's voice stopped, and Brandon continued talking over the comm. link, "Jonnie, bring the van down, just drive the way you saw us run, you'll see us."
~&~&~
Devlin really wasn't looking forward to dealing with Jack Bristow, when necessary that man was the most stubborn man alive.
He decided to continue using the comm. link for communication.
"Jeffers, you can leave, there's a debrief in forty-five, so be back here by then."
"What's happening?" Jack Bristow demanded, "What's going on?"
"Jack, I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry about what?" he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"He escaped."
TBC...
~&~&~
Okay, so yeah, I needed to apply 'Butdhu' to something in the fic, I couldn't just have the fic called that for no reason, but still, if you want to guess what it means, by all means guess.
And I just wanted to make sure you all saw the parallels in Destiny/Brandon's relationship in the fic to S/V's relationship from the beginning of season one on the show...let me know!
Anyways, let me know what you think of this one, thanks to Screech for beta'ing, and read the note at the end of the chapter.
[20]
The time had come.
He had the Rambaldi Manuscript in his possession and was on his way to meet with 'Steve' for the exchange – the Rambaldi Manuscript for Sydney's life.
But what complicated it all, was his hope that the CIA would get there in enough time, their plan was to apprehend 'Steve', that way they could find out about what organization he worked for, and not lose the Rambaldi Manuscript in the process.
Jack pulled into a parking spot right next to where they were supposed to meet – on the sidewalk outside of a warehouse in the industrial section of town.
What 'Steve' doesn't know is that one block down the road, a CIA agent is waiting for the designated signal, and once he receives it, he will contact Devlin who will send a team in to apprehend 'Steve'.
Shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waits for 'Steve's' arrival, Jack takes the time to look through the thick manual in his hand, with a curiosity to see what exactly this 'Rambaldi Manuscript' is.
All he finds is blank pages.
And suddenly he's wondering what the fuss is about a large, old blank book.
"A little curious are we Mr. Bristow?" He turned around and came face-to- face with a man; his blonde hair kept short, his eyes a startling blue, and his British accent thick.
"What can I say?" Jack shrugged, "I can't see what the big fuss for this is."
He held it up, almost in 'Steve's' reach, but as soon as 'Steve' grabbed for it, he pulled it back.
"Give me the book," 'Steve' growled.
"Leave my daughter alone," Jack's voice equaled his, even slipping an octave lower.
"Ah, Sydney? She and that Michael sure do make a cute couple, wouldn't you agree with me Jack?"
Leave her out of this," Jack continued his shoulders and spine straight, his gaze steely and his tone low and gravely, "You harm a single hair on her head, so help me God, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you."
'Steve' gave him a salute, "Whatever you say captain."
The book was handed over to him, and Jack glared at him, "You will stand here for five minutes, I will get in my car, drive two blocks away, and walk back here, and you better be gone by then. Got it?"
"Yep."
Jack got into his car, praying that the CIA would be coming soon. That was their signal.
~&~&~
The man one block away pushed the comm. Link in his ear, appearing to scratch his head, and speak lowly so no one that happened to be around him could hear him, "Spy!Daddy has entered his car, Alpha Team proceed to apprehend the suspect."
~&~&~
'Steve' stood where he was supposed to, but withdrew his cell phone from his breast pocket, and dialed his boss.
"Sloane."
"Sir, I have the Manuscript in my possession."
"Very good, bring it back to me."
"I will sir."
"When do you think you'll be back here?"
"My flight leaves in forty five minutes, so give me twelve or thirteen hours."
The call was ended, and 'Steve' looked at his watch, he only had to wait for another minute.
~&~&~
Jack stared at his watch; 'Steve' only had to stay where he was for another minute, and if the CIA didn't get there, not only had they lost 'Steve', but the Rambaldi Manuscript also.
As he joined the man one block down from the place where the CIA should soon be; Jeffers was his name, he looked in his eyes.
"So?"
Jeffers hated having to be the one to tell Senator Jack Bristow, who was known for having a temper, that the CIA might not make it on time, "They're trying sir, they'll be there as soon as they can."
"They better try!" he erupted, "They better more than try, they better get this son of a b**** who threatened my daughter."
"Yes sir."
He walked back to his car mumbling something about how he never should have left this job in the hands of amateurs.
Jeffers just wished Alpha Team would hurry up; he didn't want to be the one who had to endure the wrath of Jack Bristow when he was mad.
~&~&~
'Steve' looked at his watch.
10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
~&~&~
Alpha Team consisted of the agency's five best agents, and a rookie.
Destiny Andrews was a legend. She had brought in the most terrorists, obtained the most possessions, and failed the least amount missions, and she was only twenty-five.
Brandon Jones was Destiny's fiancé, they had met when five years ago Brandon was assigned as Destiny's handler, as all new rookies were, and they immediately fell in love, breaking all the rules about protocol, not caring. Together, they made the best and most successful team, that's why their superiors said nothing about their relationship.
Hayden Michaels was the oldest of the group, which wasn't that old, only being thirty-five, and he had also worked at the agency the longest – 14 years total. He had been on many missions mirroring this one; all were successful, he was the smartest choice to bring along.
Hannah Roberts was the youngest of the two females at twenty-three, and had been within the agency for a year, she had almost immediately been field- rated due to her ability to think quick on her feet and her ability to fight, she was the most clam, and level-headed of the group, sitting quietly in her seat, staring out the window as if she were only taking a normal car ride.
Jonnie Montgomery was the driver of the van, at twenty-eight, he had already been jailed twice by the age of twenty for stealing cars, and he was the best choice for driver as he knew how to get away quickly and efficiently. Although he wasn't much of a fighter, he was normally the one on the comm. links sitting out in the van on missions, merely there as back- up.
Lastly, was Henry Reed, the youngest son of Senator Reed, and a rookie, fresh out of the farm one week before. He was thrown in for this mission because Director Devlin believed that with a little experience Henry could be an asset to the CIA as a field operative and, well, maybe also because Senator Reed had blackmailed him into it.
Their position was in view as Jonnie wheeled around a corner.
Destiny squeezed Brandon's hand.
Jonnie gave Henry a smile, and Henry smiled wearily back.
Hannah and Hayden merely nodded at each other.
~&~&~
5...
4...
3...
A black van pulled up, and 'Steve's' eyes grew wide, "Oh s***."
He looked from side to side, his ride should have been pulling up right about now, but was not.
Six agents jumped out of the van, and he knew his only chance was to run, so he turned to his right and took off.
Unfortunately for him, two agents seemed to be uncharacteristically fast, and followed right along with him.
When he felt something tug on his arm, he looked back and met a pair of brown eyes as she continued to successfully tug on his shirt sleeve.
A rip rang out as his sleeve ripped off to reveal the tattoo on his bicep; which said: BUTDHU o
And when that happened, he shoved her, he shoved her so hard that she fell, and hit her head on the sidewalk, knocking her out.
"Destiny!" Brandon screamed, stopping chasing 'Steve' to fall beside his fallen fiancé.
This gave 'Steve' a chance, and just to his luck, his ride pulled up alongside the curb as Brandon was still huddled over Destiny's fallen form.
It wasn't until the car sped away that 'Steve' realized during the scuffle he had lost the Manuscript that had been in his right hand, but they couldn't go back now.
"Where's the manuscript?" the female beside him demanded.
He shook his head, "I lost it."
"Sloane's going to kill you, you know?"
"I know," he snarkily retorted.
"So you didn't hurt any of them, did you?"
"I didn't kill any of them if that's what you mean," he replied, she was such a softy sometimes, "Especially little Henry Reed."
~&~&~
Devlin's voice came over the comm. link as Brandon attempted to wake Destiny up, "What's happening?"
"We lost him sir," Brandon explained, "But not the Manuscript, he dropped it, but Destiny, she's down sir."
"What happened?"
"He shoved her down sir, and she hit her head, she's been out for at least five minutes."
"Bring the Manuscript back to me please; I'll let Jack Bristow know what happened."
Devlin's voice stopped, and Brandon continued talking over the comm. link, "Jonnie, bring the van down, just drive the way you saw us run, you'll see us."
~&~&~
Devlin really wasn't looking forward to dealing with Jack Bristow, when necessary that man was the most stubborn man alive.
He decided to continue using the comm. link for communication.
"Jeffers, you can leave, there's a debrief in forty-five, so be back here by then."
"What's happening?" Jack Bristow demanded, "What's going on?"
"Jack, I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry about what?" he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"He escaped."
TBC...
~&~&~
Okay, so yeah, I needed to apply 'Butdhu' to something in the fic, I couldn't just have the fic called that for no reason, but still, if you want to guess what it means, by all means guess.
And I just wanted to make sure you all saw the parallels in Destiny/Brandon's relationship in the fic to S/V's relationship from the beginning of season one on the show...let me know!