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Chapter Twenty Two
Standing and walking cautiously and directly into a trap, Sydney moved to stand between the two guns and Sark, saying, "Now, gentlemen, I'm sure that Mr Sark wouldn't be stupid enough to try to run while he's stuck in the middle of a CIA building. So, I believe, Mr Sark, that you should just let them take you away."
With a jolt, Sark realized what she was doing and felt a tiny bit guilty, she was obviously scared that he was going to run and be shot and was now trying to save him. Obviously she had come to like him somewhere between the time he'd gotten onto the plane in Malaysia and when he'd first wandered into the CIA and was now trying to have him treated as a human, a living human, wasn't she sweet. He grabbed her, as gently as he could manage around waist, pulling her to him and keeping her between him and the two guns. Carefully, so as not to hurt his prisoner who was yet to start to struggle because of the momentary shock, he kicked out sending Jack's limply held gun into the air and down into his awaiting hand.
Jack pulled his hand back grabbing it as it began to throb and looking to Sark met his eyes. A brief look of worry crossed his face causing Jack to ignore the fact that his daughter was now held at gun point and look to Irina where she sat, brow low on the table. Locking eyes with her, he managed to ignore Kendall's shout, "Drop the gun now Sark, drop it or I shoot."
"On the contrary Agent Kendall, if you do not drop the gun, I will shoot," he said, loading the gun and holding it in what appeared to be a painful way to Sydney's head. She only tensed, every muscle preparing her for escape. Sark knew full well that, should Sydney decide it was in her best interests, as it appeared, to kick the hell out of him, he would indeed probably end up dead. So, lowering his gun to the middle of her back and forcing her to arch, her ear near enough to his mouth for him to whisper, in fluent Dutch, a language Kendall had always neglected, "Don't move. I'm going to escape and the only way for me to do this is with your help."
She stared at him for a moment, wondering why she was even considering letting him use her to help him escape, "I'm not going to shoot you, so if you struggle, I'm going to end up dead or in custody. A place where I can't help you or the CIA."
Sydney looked around the room and seeing the fear written all over Vaughn's face she quickly nodded and adopted a look of fear she'd never bothered to use before. Switching to French, another language Kendall had ignored, she spoke to Vaughn, "He's not going to shoot me, it's all just an act."
Vaughn stared at her before Kendall asked, miffed at not understanding, "What did she say?"
Vaughn quickly exchanged looks with Irina and Jack, another two people in the room not naïve to the language, "She said..." he was about to over ride protocol again and he loved it. "She said just to shoot him that she didn't matter."
Sydney had to stop herself from grinning as Kendall turned back to her and Sark, the two of them inching closer and closer to the door, "Sark, I want you to let her go."
"No."
"Kendall do something," Irina cut across, trying her best to sound like the terrified mother she would have been had she not been trained for situation and hadn't known that it was all fake anyway. "If he hurts her I swear to god..."
It was a shame that she had never been capable of fake tears because this was the perfect situation. Kendall stared at her, trying to make sense of the situation, "Mr Sark, this is your last warning, drop your gun or I will shoot."
He shook his head and was about to speak when Irina made a very half assed lung towards him, "Sark, please don't hurt her. Please, take me instead." She had to keep her head down to keep the remaining agents in the room from seeing the sneaky grin she threw at him.
"Sark," Vaughn put in, "If you hurt her I will hunt you down and kill you."
Jack just leaned back, rolling his eyes one he was out of Kendall's line of sight and watched as his superior fell to pieces, watching helplessly as Sark pulled Sydney out the door and made off down the hall. Once out of ear shot, Sark leaned close again, letting Sydney walk relatively freely and asked, "What's the quickest way out of here."
She grinned, "You can't honestly think that you are going to be able to just escape and not ever be caught?" She tugged him away, down a corridor, thankful that they hadn't met anyone yet. "Kendall's going to have men after you in a few minutes."
"I doubt that." He grinned as he came to a door, turning the handle as Sydney came to a stop. "First of all, he has ten people in there that I doubt he'll want to leave alone and I have a jet waiting just over the border."
She looked up at him, shocked, as the two wandered past a janitor, their heads down, Sark's gun forgotten at his side as they walked briskly side by side towards the fire exit. On reaching it they both pushed out as the alarms began to ring. "Well, Miss Bristow." He looked about and for a second, Sydney expected a Mercedes to roll up next to them. Luckily it was only a stylish sedan, complete with stylish woman at the wheel. "Look's as though it's my time to leave."
She nodded, not able to help but smile as he gracefully lowered himself into the passenger seat, welcoming the kiss on the cheek that the blond awarded him with. "I look forward to our next meeting."
"Yes," he commented off handedly as the fire sirens stopped, "Perhaps next time we meet you'll be married?" He winked, "But until then, please make sure that the CIA takes my calls, they'll be worth it."
She grinned at him, nodding as he shut the door, waved and sped off just as a torrent of CIA agents spilled out of the main entrance, their eyes darting about before focusing on her. Quickly, she wiped the grin from her face and pointed, shouting, after Sark, "He's getting away."
The men in black, as she found herself thinking, ran off after the quickly exiting car, looking overly comical as they struggled along until one had the bright idea of grabbing a car. A moment later, two vans whizzed around the corner and the men shuffled in, speeding off, as fast as a van could handle, after Sark and his newest blond. Sydney shook her head slowly, shocked at how inferior her beloved CIA looked in comparison to the underground crime lords but amused at the same time.
She had grown to like Sark, suddenly having realized that he wasn't in it for the cash or the killing but most probably for the challenge, and now to see him grinning as he escaped capture everyone had though imminent was just fantastic. Feeling a heavy hand clamp down on her shoulder, she turned, expecting her father but meeting Kendal's angry eyes which turned even stormier as he caught her smile.
"He got away?" he asked gruffly.
"Look's that way."
He nodded, thinking slowly as always and looking off at where black tire marks still smoked where Sark's blond had swerved out of the car park. "Your mother, having appeared to have done little wrong, is being returned to her cell in a few minutes. Your father will probably see trial but, as always, the great Jack Bristow will escape any punishment."
Sydney nodded, keeping her face stern. "I can go and say goodbye to my mother?"
"Yeah, but don't keep her, the longer she's out the more chance of a redo of Sark's escape."
Pushing past he moved around to where another agent dressed in black and complete with gun was standing, screaming down the radio connected to his chest. Sydney watched for a few minutes as the two men argued before turning and heading back down the corridor, all the while wondering what she'd find left behind in the conference room.
She found a rigid environment, tension hanging in the air as the three remaining tried not to say anything the cameras above would find interesting. On entering she smiled serenely at all three, noticing the missing presence, the empty hole that Sark had left behind. "Well, Kendall tells me that you have to go back into your cell, so..."
Irina smiled at her daughter, her lips mimicking those opposite into a smile that made both Jack and Vaughn look from one to the other, trying to spot the difference. "This is goodbye, yet again," Irina finished for her, nodding slightly her acceptance.
"I'll see you soon mom. Thanks for saving my life." Sydney said, grasping her mother's hand between her own and looking her in the eye, "I really appreciate what you did for us. And I'll take your advice seriously." She winked, letting her eyes slide around the room as realization downed on both her father and Vaughn's face, one after the other.
Surprisingly, her dad didn't seem too upset and so Vaughn had the guts to quietly add as he stood up, moving to Sydney's side, "Yeah, thanks, your advice has been enlightening to say the least. I'll see what I can do to repay you." He nodded silently after that and left with Sydney, leaving behind him and awkward silence filled with tension that had changed so much but was still present.
Walking down the hall, Vaughn couldn't help but keep a firm grasp on his girlfriend's hand, swinging the joined limbs between and looking at them with wonder. "We should really be getting home for some sleep."
Sydney nodded, "Yeah.," she paused to grin angelically at a passer by, "We probably should."
Walking side by side out into the car park they found themselves without cars and soon were walking along the road outside, making their way to the busy street around the corner where they hoped to find themselves a taxi. Vaughn let his eyes slide to Sydney's watching her just like he had always wanted to and admiring the way she let herself go when there was no danger, the confidence she oozed and the magnificence he'd always known that she had processed but had never had the chance to witness.
"Syd," he asked, tentatively speaking, his voice barely audible.
She looked up, shaken from her thoughts, "Hmmm?"
"The advice you mentioned to your mother." He paused, wanted to be sure he had understood and wanting even more to know exactly where he stood in the mundane universe. "What did you mean?"
She smiled, looking down at the foot path and turning left and onto a busier area of cement, "What do you think I mean?"
He shook his head, having expected little less from the world's greatest woman, "You're going to make me look like total fool aren't you."
She grinned, looking up again before moving her eyes back down to the pavement, "What do you think I mean?" she asked again.
Vaughn shook his head, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. "I think and I hope and I know that if I'm wrong I have totally and utterly blown everything, but I think you were referring to what she said on the top of the waterfall." He stopped abruptly, searching her down-turned face for a clue but getting nothing.
"Go on."
He rolled his eyes before stopping, pulling her around to face him on the busty street side. "Sydney, I'm not sure if I've made this entirely clear but just to be sure." He paused, letting her watch him, a small smile playing at her lips while she guessed at what he was about to say. And while predictable, she still loved hearing those little tiny words, "Sydney, I love you. I mean, I'm in love with you and always have been it seems. You are.the love of my life."
He watched as her face softened, the grin breaking through to her face as she watched him, seeing the edginess she quickly set him at ease, "I love you too. It's funny how long it's taken to actually say it when it's the one thing I've always known so truly and perfectly. But I do, I'm sure of it." She leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips before pulling back and quickly hailing a taxi over to them. He grinned, opening the door for her and watching, eyes wide with happiness as she climbed in. She was sitting there, watching him when she asked, the words escaping before she even had time to think them, "Jump in, Francie's out of town we can do and have dinner at my place."
He smiled, looking around, "What if someone sees us?"
She shook her head, "Worries are for tomorrow, always for tomorrow. Come on, jump in." Shuffling over to the other side of the car, she grinned as he climbed in with her, quoting her address to the driver and together they sat, staring into each other's souls for the short journey home and into the next stage of their lives.
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Chapter Twenty Two
Standing and walking cautiously and directly into a trap, Sydney moved to stand between the two guns and Sark, saying, "Now, gentlemen, I'm sure that Mr Sark wouldn't be stupid enough to try to run while he's stuck in the middle of a CIA building. So, I believe, Mr Sark, that you should just let them take you away."
With a jolt, Sark realized what she was doing and felt a tiny bit guilty, she was obviously scared that he was going to run and be shot and was now trying to save him. Obviously she had come to like him somewhere between the time he'd gotten onto the plane in Malaysia and when he'd first wandered into the CIA and was now trying to have him treated as a human, a living human, wasn't she sweet. He grabbed her, as gently as he could manage around waist, pulling her to him and keeping her between him and the two guns. Carefully, so as not to hurt his prisoner who was yet to start to struggle because of the momentary shock, he kicked out sending Jack's limply held gun into the air and down into his awaiting hand.
Jack pulled his hand back grabbing it as it began to throb and looking to Sark met his eyes. A brief look of worry crossed his face causing Jack to ignore the fact that his daughter was now held at gun point and look to Irina where she sat, brow low on the table. Locking eyes with her, he managed to ignore Kendall's shout, "Drop the gun now Sark, drop it or I shoot."
"On the contrary Agent Kendall, if you do not drop the gun, I will shoot," he said, loading the gun and holding it in what appeared to be a painful way to Sydney's head. She only tensed, every muscle preparing her for escape. Sark knew full well that, should Sydney decide it was in her best interests, as it appeared, to kick the hell out of him, he would indeed probably end up dead. So, lowering his gun to the middle of her back and forcing her to arch, her ear near enough to his mouth for him to whisper, in fluent Dutch, a language Kendall had always neglected, "Don't move. I'm going to escape and the only way for me to do this is with your help."
She stared at him for a moment, wondering why she was even considering letting him use her to help him escape, "I'm not going to shoot you, so if you struggle, I'm going to end up dead or in custody. A place where I can't help you or the CIA."
Sydney looked around the room and seeing the fear written all over Vaughn's face she quickly nodded and adopted a look of fear she'd never bothered to use before. Switching to French, another language Kendall had ignored, she spoke to Vaughn, "He's not going to shoot me, it's all just an act."
Vaughn stared at her before Kendall asked, miffed at not understanding, "What did she say?"
Vaughn quickly exchanged looks with Irina and Jack, another two people in the room not naïve to the language, "She said..." he was about to over ride protocol again and he loved it. "She said just to shoot him that she didn't matter."
Sydney had to stop herself from grinning as Kendall turned back to her and Sark, the two of them inching closer and closer to the door, "Sark, I want you to let her go."
"No."
"Kendall do something," Irina cut across, trying her best to sound like the terrified mother she would have been had she not been trained for situation and hadn't known that it was all fake anyway. "If he hurts her I swear to god..."
It was a shame that she had never been capable of fake tears because this was the perfect situation. Kendall stared at her, trying to make sense of the situation, "Mr Sark, this is your last warning, drop your gun or I will shoot."
He shook his head and was about to speak when Irina made a very half assed lung towards him, "Sark, please don't hurt her. Please, take me instead." She had to keep her head down to keep the remaining agents in the room from seeing the sneaky grin she threw at him.
"Sark," Vaughn put in, "If you hurt her I will hunt you down and kill you."
Jack just leaned back, rolling his eyes one he was out of Kendall's line of sight and watched as his superior fell to pieces, watching helplessly as Sark pulled Sydney out the door and made off down the hall. Once out of ear shot, Sark leaned close again, letting Sydney walk relatively freely and asked, "What's the quickest way out of here."
She grinned, "You can't honestly think that you are going to be able to just escape and not ever be caught?" She tugged him away, down a corridor, thankful that they hadn't met anyone yet. "Kendall's going to have men after you in a few minutes."
"I doubt that." He grinned as he came to a door, turning the handle as Sydney came to a stop. "First of all, he has ten people in there that I doubt he'll want to leave alone and I have a jet waiting just over the border."
She looked up at him, shocked, as the two wandered past a janitor, their heads down, Sark's gun forgotten at his side as they walked briskly side by side towards the fire exit. On reaching it they both pushed out as the alarms began to ring. "Well, Miss Bristow." He looked about and for a second, Sydney expected a Mercedes to roll up next to them. Luckily it was only a stylish sedan, complete with stylish woman at the wheel. "Look's as though it's my time to leave."
She nodded, not able to help but smile as he gracefully lowered himself into the passenger seat, welcoming the kiss on the cheek that the blond awarded him with. "I look forward to our next meeting."
"Yes," he commented off handedly as the fire sirens stopped, "Perhaps next time we meet you'll be married?" He winked, "But until then, please make sure that the CIA takes my calls, they'll be worth it."
She grinned at him, nodding as he shut the door, waved and sped off just as a torrent of CIA agents spilled out of the main entrance, their eyes darting about before focusing on her. Quickly, she wiped the grin from her face and pointed, shouting, after Sark, "He's getting away."
The men in black, as she found herself thinking, ran off after the quickly exiting car, looking overly comical as they struggled along until one had the bright idea of grabbing a car. A moment later, two vans whizzed around the corner and the men shuffled in, speeding off, as fast as a van could handle, after Sark and his newest blond. Sydney shook her head slowly, shocked at how inferior her beloved CIA looked in comparison to the underground crime lords but amused at the same time.
She had grown to like Sark, suddenly having realized that he wasn't in it for the cash or the killing but most probably for the challenge, and now to see him grinning as he escaped capture everyone had though imminent was just fantastic. Feeling a heavy hand clamp down on her shoulder, she turned, expecting her father but meeting Kendal's angry eyes which turned even stormier as he caught her smile.
"He got away?" he asked gruffly.
"Look's that way."
He nodded, thinking slowly as always and looking off at where black tire marks still smoked where Sark's blond had swerved out of the car park. "Your mother, having appeared to have done little wrong, is being returned to her cell in a few minutes. Your father will probably see trial but, as always, the great Jack Bristow will escape any punishment."
Sydney nodded, keeping her face stern. "I can go and say goodbye to my mother?"
"Yeah, but don't keep her, the longer she's out the more chance of a redo of Sark's escape."
Pushing past he moved around to where another agent dressed in black and complete with gun was standing, screaming down the radio connected to his chest. Sydney watched for a few minutes as the two men argued before turning and heading back down the corridor, all the while wondering what she'd find left behind in the conference room.
She found a rigid environment, tension hanging in the air as the three remaining tried not to say anything the cameras above would find interesting. On entering she smiled serenely at all three, noticing the missing presence, the empty hole that Sark had left behind. "Well, Kendall tells me that you have to go back into your cell, so..."
Irina smiled at her daughter, her lips mimicking those opposite into a smile that made both Jack and Vaughn look from one to the other, trying to spot the difference. "This is goodbye, yet again," Irina finished for her, nodding slightly her acceptance.
"I'll see you soon mom. Thanks for saving my life." Sydney said, grasping her mother's hand between her own and looking her in the eye, "I really appreciate what you did for us. And I'll take your advice seriously." She winked, letting her eyes slide around the room as realization downed on both her father and Vaughn's face, one after the other.
Surprisingly, her dad didn't seem too upset and so Vaughn had the guts to quietly add as he stood up, moving to Sydney's side, "Yeah, thanks, your advice has been enlightening to say the least. I'll see what I can do to repay you." He nodded silently after that and left with Sydney, leaving behind him and awkward silence filled with tension that had changed so much but was still present.
Walking down the hall, Vaughn couldn't help but keep a firm grasp on his girlfriend's hand, swinging the joined limbs between and looking at them with wonder. "We should really be getting home for some sleep."
Sydney nodded, "Yeah.," she paused to grin angelically at a passer by, "We probably should."
Walking side by side out into the car park they found themselves without cars and soon were walking along the road outside, making their way to the busy street around the corner where they hoped to find themselves a taxi. Vaughn let his eyes slide to Sydney's watching her just like he had always wanted to and admiring the way she let herself go when there was no danger, the confidence she oozed and the magnificence he'd always known that she had processed but had never had the chance to witness.
"Syd," he asked, tentatively speaking, his voice barely audible.
She looked up, shaken from her thoughts, "Hmmm?"
"The advice you mentioned to your mother." He paused, wanted to be sure he had understood and wanting even more to know exactly where he stood in the mundane universe. "What did you mean?"
She smiled, looking down at the foot path and turning left and onto a busier area of cement, "What do you think I mean?"
He shook his head, having expected little less from the world's greatest woman, "You're going to make me look like total fool aren't you."
She grinned, looking up again before moving her eyes back down to the pavement, "What do you think I mean?" she asked again.
Vaughn shook his head, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. "I think and I hope and I know that if I'm wrong I have totally and utterly blown everything, but I think you were referring to what she said on the top of the waterfall." He stopped abruptly, searching her down-turned face for a clue but getting nothing.
"Go on."
He rolled his eyes before stopping, pulling her around to face him on the busty street side. "Sydney, I'm not sure if I've made this entirely clear but just to be sure." He paused, letting her watch him, a small smile playing at her lips while she guessed at what he was about to say. And while predictable, she still loved hearing those little tiny words, "Sydney, I love you. I mean, I'm in love with you and always have been it seems. You are.the love of my life."
He watched as her face softened, the grin breaking through to her face as she watched him, seeing the edginess she quickly set him at ease, "I love you too. It's funny how long it's taken to actually say it when it's the one thing I've always known so truly and perfectly. But I do, I'm sure of it." She leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips before pulling back and quickly hailing a taxi over to them. He grinned, opening the door for her and watching, eyes wide with happiness as she climbed in. She was sitting there, watching him when she asked, the words escaping before she even had time to think them, "Jump in, Francie's out of town we can do and have dinner at my place."
He smiled, looking around, "What if someone sees us?"
She shook her head, "Worries are for tomorrow, always for tomorrow. Come on, jump in." Shuffling over to the other side of the car, she grinned as he climbed in with her, quoting her address to the driver and together they sat, staring into each other's souls for the short journey home and into the next stage of their lives.
I really really need reviews, last time I updated no one reviewed, like three ppl and I sort of felt bad about it. I need to know what you guys think.