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Meanwhile down in the office, Vaughn was trying his best to tolerate talking to Vicktor and Abigail Derevko. There were several moments of very awkward silences. And the voices that kept telling Sydney what to do were getting to him. If only he could communicate to them to shut up or something. But luckily Sydney did it for him.
"I don't remember you. You must be new." Vicktor commented. "I visited a number of years ago."
"Three years. Sydney is the one that brought me in." Vaughn admitted.
"Are you and Sydney married?" Abigail questioned.
Vaughn heard Weiss smirk in his ear, and Vaughn could just hear the disapproval from Jack, even though he was silent. "No, just dating."
"But you're serious about her, aren't you?" Abigail pushed.
Vaughn didn't know what to say. "Stop it Abby, you're scaring the boy. When I visited five years ago, Irina had mentioned that only a few project children had survived, is this still true."
"Samantha is the oldest." Vaughn admitted. "There are a couple that are a year or so younger, but there is only a handful left."
There was a defining roar of silence, as Sydney walked into Samantha's room, and the Derevko's stared at Vaughn. Suddenly, Vaughn heard an "Oh God," Escape from Sydney's lips. "Weiss, call an ambulance. Make sure its CIA. Samantha is cold."
"Sydney, what's going on?" Jack Bristow demanded.
"I don't know. I go to her bedroom, and Samantha is here, stone cold, very pale. Weak pulse. Very weak. She's breathing, but just so. I think she may have tried to commit suicide." Sydney observed.
"Call for the parents to come." Dixon ordered.
"They're not her parents." Sydney hissed. "COME QUICK!!!" Sydney called downstairs.
Abigail turned jet white, and went sprinting up the stairs, with Vicktor quick on her heals. Vaughn hurried behind, but he knew what was happening already, so he paused momentarily at a family portrait, obviously taken a few years before, with Samantha, Karen, Jeff, and another figure, Irina.
Vaughn heard Abigail scream, and decided to hurry along. Vicktor held Samantha in her arms, like a rag doll, and was already rushing out of the room. The group followed him to the master's bedroom, where he laid Samantha on the bed there. He quickly picked the phone on the nightstand up, and dialed 911.
Vaughn and Sydney heard both conversations, as the call forwarded to Weiss. While Vicktor and Abigail were panicking, Vaughn had the chance to pull Sydney aside. "What do you think happened?" He asked.
Sydney looked up at him, tears slowly welling in her eyes. "There was a bottle of pills on the bed." Sydney confessed. "Suicide is my guess."
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