Chapter Two
At the Joint Task Force:
Sydney led Sark into through the offices of the JTF with Vaughn and Weiss behind her.
"Is this really necessary Miss. Bristow?" he asked referring to the blindfold covering his eyes.
"Yes" Sydney replied curtly. They walked into Dixon's office muttering a quick apology to Sydney's father, who was in the process of explaining his theories about the mole. Upon hearing this, Sark knew he would be able to talk them into letting him join. He smirked.
Sydney reached up and untied his blindfold. Suddenly she felt her heart thump loudly and her hands began to shake as the blindfold fell to the floor. Sark noticed and whispered to her in a slightly husky voice "is something wrong Miss Bristow?"
Sydney's breath caught in her throat. She chose not to answer him and turned to her father and Dixon, who were surprisingly calm about the fact that Sydney had just walked in with a wanted man.. Sark felt the tip of Vaughn's gun press hard against the center of his back.
"Dixon, dad Sark has asked that he become a CIA agent. He says that he has valuable information for us that will help us take down the Covenant."
She stopped waiting for one of the two to say something. Finally Dixon spoke "We will discuss this during the meeting in five minutes. Sydney you are excused from the meeting to keep an eye on Sark."
Vaughn opened his mouth to protest but Sydney stopped him "Fine, send Vaughn to get us when you have come to a decision." She led Sark out of the room and down to the conference room. (meeting is taking place somewhere else.)
"May I ask why we're here?" questioned Sark
"No"
"Well then Miss Bristow, what are we to do now?"
"Look Sark I don't know and I really don't care. But if by some reason they decide to let you in and you betray us I will personally kill you."
"Nice, are you sure nothing's wrong you seemed a little nervous back there."
"Yes Sark I'm sure."
"I see Miss Bristow." Sydney looked up when she heard the huskiness in his voice. His eyes were slightly hazy, his icy blue burning into her warm amber. Sydney looked away avoiding him.
(Ten silent minutes later) "Sark what's your name, your full name?"
"Well Miss Bristow that is on a need to know basis, however if you answer my question, honestly then I will tell you my name agreed?"
"Agreed, what's your question?"
"Were you nervous back there?"
Sydney paused before responding "Yes"
He reached out a hand a placed it on hers. Sydney looked at him "What are you doing?" She had meant it to come out as a demand but that wasn't how it came out. Sark stood up and walked around the table, not breaking the connection. He stood in front of her and pulled her up. His face was just a few inches away from hers; he leaned down, moving his hand up her arm, when she kneed him in the groin.
He doubled over in pain gasping for breath. "That was unexpected." he panted. Sydney drew her gun "Sit back down." Her voice was as hard as ice. He stood up, the worst of the pain had passed, and sat back down in his seat. Sydney did the same.
"Now what's your name?"
Sark smirked, "I don't think I'll tell you." Just then, Vaughn walked in.
Sydney led Sark into through the offices of the JTF with Vaughn and Weiss behind her.
"Is this really necessary Miss. Bristow?" he asked referring to the blindfold covering his eyes.
"Yes" Sydney replied curtly. They walked into Dixon's office muttering a quick apology to Sydney's father, who was in the process of explaining his theories about the mole. Upon hearing this, Sark knew he would be able to talk them into letting him join. He smirked.
Sydney reached up and untied his blindfold. Suddenly she felt her heart thump loudly and her hands began to shake as the blindfold fell to the floor. Sark noticed and whispered to her in a slightly husky voice "is something wrong Miss Bristow?"
Sydney's breath caught in her throat. She chose not to answer him and turned to her father and Dixon, who were surprisingly calm about the fact that Sydney had just walked in with a wanted man.. Sark felt the tip of Vaughn's gun press hard against the center of his back.
"Dixon, dad Sark has asked that he become a CIA agent. He says that he has valuable information for us that will help us take down the Covenant."
She stopped waiting for one of the two to say something. Finally Dixon spoke "We will discuss this during the meeting in five minutes. Sydney you are excused from the meeting to keep an eye on Sark."
Vaughn opened his mouth to protest but Sydney stopped him "Fine, send Vaughn to get us when you have come to a decision." She led Sark out of the room and down to the conference room. (meeting is taking place somewhere else.)
"May I ask why we're here?" questioned Sark
"No"
"Well then Miss Bristow, what are we to do now?"
"Look Sark I don't know and I really don't care. But if by some reason they decide to let you in and you betray us I will personally kill you."
"Nice, are you sure nothing's wrong you seemed a little nervous back there."
"Yes Sark I'm sure."
"I see Miss Bristow." Sydney looked up when she heard the huskiness in his voice. His eyes were slightly hazy, his icy blue burning into her warm amber. Sydney looked away avoiding him.
(Ten silent minutes later) "Sark what's your name, your full name?"
"Well Miss Bristow that is on a need to know basis, however if you answer my question, honestly then I will tell you my name agreed?"
"Agreed, what's your question?"
"Were you nervous back there?"
Sydney paused before responding "Yes"
He reached out a hand a placed it on hers. Sydney looked at him "What are you doing?" She had meant it to come out as a demand but that wasn't how it came out. Sark stood up and walked around the table, not breaking the connection. He stood in front of her and pulled her up. His face was just a few inches away from hers; he leaned down, moving his hand up her arm, when she kneed him in the groin.
He doubled over in pain gasping for breath. "That was unexpected." he panted. Sydney drew her gun "Sit back down." Her voice was as hard as ice. He stood up, the worst of the pain had passed, and sat back down in his seat. Sydney did the same.
"Now what's your name?"
Sark smirked, "I don't think I'll tell you." Just then, Vaughn walked in.