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A/N: Another chapter! I hope everyone that reads this likes it. Happy Easter! This does take place a couple hours before Melanie breaks into the CIA. Just saying that in case anyone gets confused.
Sydney walked back into the CIA building two hours later, feeling better about everything, including Vaughn. After she had gone to the restaurant Francie had owned before she was killed and had eaten the largest meal on the menu, she had taken a walk in the park, screaming when she had the urge to, and just letting out all the emotions that had been inside her too long. She had even joined a bunch of women doing some yoga, which Sydney didn't regret at all. She had practiced some defense moves so she could get back in shape in case Dixon called her on a mission. Then she had done some deep breathing exercises. When she was finished with all that, she felt better than she had in two years.
She walked back in the CIA feeling like she could handle anything. Everyone seemed to notice the glow she had on her face as she walked back to her desk. "Hey Syd. I guess I don't even have to ask if you feel ok." Weiss said to her. Sydney smiled and said, "I'm feeling tons better. How have you been? It seems like it's been forever."
"Yeah it sure does. I'm doing good. Haven't been killed yet, so I'm taking that as a good sign." He joked.
Sydney laughed. "It's always a good sign when you're still alive. Listen, I'm sorry about the way I've been acting in the past. Sadness got in the way of my good judgment. Forgive me?" she asked.
"You bet. You're here aren't you? That's a good sign too." Weiss said.
Sydney beamed. "Thanks. That means a lot." She said. Weiss nodded and gave her a friendly hug.
After the hug, Dixon came over. "Listen Sydney. I'm sorry about the way I acted in the debriefing. I was out of line. You have to forgive me. My brain forgives faster than my mouth." He said, doing his best to sound like he used to back at SD-6.
"What are you talking about?" Sydney asked, confused.
"Well, when you turned in your resignation and said 'I hope you all rot in Hell where you belong', well, let's say I wasn't exactly anxious to invite you over for dinner. But then I figured it was just the anger talking, so I let it go. Unfortunately what you heard tonight was just some of my leftover resentment. Forgive me?" Dixon asked, staring at her like he wasn't trying to smile. Sydney nodded.
"Wait, I got it! Why don't we just gather everybody there is to gather in the building, and take turns forgiving each other! Doesn't that seem like what we should do? I'll go first. Dixon, I forgive you for stealing my job as Director." Weiss joked. Dixon and Sydney laughed.
"And I forgive you for not buying me a drink at Carrie's birthday." Dixon laughed.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to head over to analysis and see if they've found anything useful in the Melanie kidnapping." Weiss said and went to the elevators. And I've got to see how Jack's doing with Sark. Excuse me Syd." Dixon said and left towards the cells. Sydney sat back down at her hollow desk, secretly watching Vaughn as he went through the drawers in his desk, putting paper after paper onto the top of it. Sydney took the letter out and reread it.
Dear Sydney,
By the time you're reading this, you're probably getting ready to leave the house and head over to the firm where you will be waiting anxiously for this divorce to be final. Unfortunately, by then it'll be too late for you to change your mind. But regardless of the outcome, you really need to hear what I have to say, and since you're not returning my calls, or answering the door whenever I'm there, I have no choice but to resort to paper, and please don't throw it away before you read it because it's important. First of all, I want you to know that not all of this is my fault. We are both to blame. You need to stop pushing people away who just want to help. You've been doing this for too long, and it will lose you many friends. And as for Melanie's disappearance, it isn't the CIA's fault. They shut down the case because they were obligated to. There are more important things going on in this world than the disappearance of a child, and I know that sounds selfish and rude, but it's the only way I can think of to say it even though it sounds like I don't care for Melanie, but I do. But there are terrorists out there who would like nothing more than to kill every citizen of the United States and to call this country their own. And right now, the CIA doesn't have time to look for her. But again, I want you to know that we are all still hopeful for Melanie's safe return and have not given up completely. And last of all, I want you to know that I forgive you for leaving Melanie at the table, even though you should've stayed there. But I'm not pointing any fingers except towards the Covenant. So please just try to understand everything I've told you in this letter. And again I say that I'm no longer mad at you for taking your eye off Melanie. When she's found, I hope we can put this incident aside and start our lives over again. Love, Your husband
Sydney crumpled it back up in a ball and put it back in her jacket pocket. She still couldn't believe that Vaughn could write that stuff, saying he forgave her for taking her eye off Melanie, but it was he who had taken his eye off of her. And it wasn't just the fact that he took his eye off their daughter for one second when she was gone, but the fact that he blamed her for it. Saying how the CIA was obligated to shut down the case because there was more important things going on in the world and how they had to focus their attention on that. He deserved what he got. A divorce, a lonely life, and a good hit in the face.
Dixon came back soon afterwards, followed by Jack who was trying to argue something to him. Sydney didn't bother going over for she'd know what they were talking about soon enough. Her father always shared his information with her. She got up and went to the security cameras that highlighted all the cells. Sydney focused her attention to the one that held Sark. He was sitting on his cot, cradling his left arm which looked to Sydney to be broken. But soon enough he stopped cradling his arm and was leaning over and smirking, as if talking to someone and getting some pleasurable entertainment. The odd thing was that the camera showed no one standing there, but Sydney knew there was. Sark might've been a cold- blooded murderer who deserved nothing more than the death penalty (A/N: This is Sydney's thoughts, not mine! ^_^) but he wasn't crazy.
Sydney walked as casually as she could down towards the cells, where she heard Sark's voice. Walking faster, she called out, "Who's there?"
Footsteps were the effect of her voice, so Sydney quickened to a run, making the guard raise the lever to the cells. She ran past Sark's cell, ignoring whatever smirk he had on his face. Suddenly a hum was coming from the person she was chasing. They were humming a song Sydney knew only too well. She ran faster, trying desperately to catch up with whoever she was chasing. She saw a small figure running at top speed away from her, all the while humming the lullaby Sydney used to sing to Melanie every night as she went to sleep.
When the figure turned into a dead end, Sydney's spirits were lifted, but when she turned the corner, there was nobody there. "M-Melanie?" she stammered as she started to cry. No reply. She continued. "Was th-that you?" she asked, no longer having any control over the tears. After a minute or so and still no response, she reluctantly turned around and walked towards Sark's cell, knowing what she'd do.
She marched up to him, angry tears coming out of her eyes.
"Who were you talking to you son of a bitch?" she snapped at him. Sark just smirked deeper.
"Now, now, there's no need for name calling Mrs. Bristow. Or should I call you Ms. Bristow, seeing as how you're divorced.
"It's Agent Bristow to you. Who the hell were you talking to?" she yelled at him.
"Why don't you go back down that hallway to the farthest corridor? Maybe your answer lies there." Sark said, pointing back the way she came from. She ran as fast as she could back down the hallway and came to a door that led to the back way. She ran out, praying she'd find Melanie outside, waiting for her. But instead she saw a white van making it's way out of the lot, the small figure looking back at her, looking at her with the eyes she knew all too well.
Vaughn's eyes.
Tears streaming down her cheek, she walked back inside, knowing it would be pointless trying to run after the van. Instead she walked back into the headquarters where she ran up to Jack. He hugged her with deep sincerity.
"What is it?" he asked gently.
"I saw Melanie. Dad, I saw her, she was here!" she cried into his shoulder, feeling six-years-old again.
"Are you sure? You might've just thought it up." He pointed out. Sydney shook her head.
"I saw her Dad. There was no mistaking the eyes. She even hummed the l-lullaby." She said.
"I'll have security section bring us the tapes of Sark's cell. That will confirm if she was there tonight. But first, I want to discuss something with you." He said, and pulled her towards his desk. He took a spare chair from the desk nearest his and offered it to Sydney.
"What is it?" she asked, wiping the tears from her face.
"As you know, I spoke with Sark, torturing him for any information he had. He said he'd tell us everything we wanted to know, but first we have to do something for him." Jack said, looking as serious as Sydney had ever seen him.
"What does he want? And why are you telling me this and not Dixon?" Sydney asked.
"Because what Sark wants, Dixon will never agree to. I told him, I tried everything to persuade him, but he refuses, so we have no choice but to do it ourselves, but I need your word that you will not back out. I wouldn't ask this of you if Sark wasn't being picky and wanted you to do it personally." He said. Sydney sighed impatiently.
"What does he want?" she asked again.
"Your mother's dead body."
A/N: Finally a cliffhanger that's actually big! Thanks to the nine of you who have reviewed! I love you all! Two updates in one day! There's your Easter present from me! Actually I wouldn't have been able to do it if I hadn't persuaded my sister to let me have it. She's Jack the Monkey. She writes Pirates of the Caribbean stuff. Her story is The Return Of Barbossa, but don't read it, it's stupid (just kidding, Sarah!) Anyway, please r/r!!
A/N: Another chapter! I hope everyone that reads this likes it. Happy Easter! This does take place a couple hours before Melanie breaks into the CIA. Just saying that in case anyone gets confused.
Sydney walked back into the CIA building two hours later, feeling better about everything, including Vaughn. After she had gone to the restaurant Francie had owned before she was killed and had eaten the largest meal on the menu, she had taken a walk in the park, screaming when she had the urge to, and just letting out all the emotions that had been inside her too long. She had even joined a bunch of women doing some yoga, which Sydney didn't regret at all. She had practiced some defense moves so she could get back in shape in case Dixon called her on a mission. Then she had done some deep breathing exercises. When she was finished with all that, she felt better than she had in two years.
She walked back in the CIA feeling like she could handle anything. Everyone seemed to notice the glow she had on her face as she walked back to her desk. "Hey Syd. I guess I don't even have to ask if you feel ok." Weiss said to her. Sydney smiled and said, "I'm feeling tons better. How have you been? It seems like it's been forever."
"Yeah it sure does. I'm doing good. Haven't been killed yet, so I'm taking that as a good sign." He joked.
Sydney laughed. "It's always a good sign when you're still alive. Listen, I'm sorry about the way I've been acting in the past. Sadness got in the way of my good judgment. Forgive me?" she asked.
"You bet. You're here aren't you? That's a good sign too." Weiss said.
Sydney beamed. "Thanks. That means a lot." She said. Weiss nodded and gave her a friendly hug.
After the hug, Dixon came over. "Listen Sydney. I'm sorry about the way I acted in the debriefing. I was out of line. You have to forgive me. My brain forgives faster than my mouth." He said, doing his best to sound like he used to back at SD-6.
"What are you talking about?" Sydney asked, confused.
"Well, when you turned in your resignation and said 'I hope you all rot in Hell where you belong', well, let's say I wasn't exactly anxious to invite you over for dinner. But then I figured it was just the anger talking, so I let it go. Unfortunately what you heard tonight was just some of my leftover resentment. Forgive me?" Dixon asked, staring at her like he wasn't trying to smile. Sydney nodded.
"Wait, I got it! Why don't we just gather everybody there is to gather in the building, and take turns forgiving each other! Doesn't that seem like what we should do? I'll go first. Dixon, I forgive you for stealing my job as Director." Weiss joked. Dixon and Sydney laughed.
"And I forgive you for not buying me a drink at Carrie's birthday." Dixon laughed.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to head over to analysis and see if they've found anything useful in the Melanie kidnapping." Weiss said and went to the elevators. And I've got to see how Jack's doing with Sark. Excuse me Syd." Dixon said and left towards the cells. Sydney sat back down at her hollow desk, secretly watching Vaughn as he went through the drawers in his desk, putting paper after paper onto the top of it. Sydney took the letter out and reread it.
Dear Sydney,
By the time you're reading this, you're probably getting ready to leave the house and head over to the firm where you will be waiting anxiously for this divorce to be final. Unfortunately, by then it'll be too late for you to change your mind. But regardless of the outcome, you really need to hear what I have to say, and since you're not returning my calls, or answering the door whenever I'm there, I have no choice but to resort to paper, and please don't throw it away before you read it because it's important. First of all, I want you to know that not all of this is my fault. We are both to blame. You need to stop pushing people away who just want to help. You've been doing this for too long, and it will lose you many friends. And as for Melanie's disappearance, it isn't the CIA's fault. They shut down the case because they were obligated to. There are more important things going on in this world than the disappearance of a child, and I know that sounds selfish and rude, but it's the only way I can think of to say it even though it sounds like I don't care for Melanie, but I do. But there are terrorists out there who would like nothing more than to kill every citizen of the United States and to call this country their own. And right now, the CIA doesn't have time to look for her. But again, I want you to know that we are all still hopeful for Melanie's safe return and have not given up completely. And last of all, I want you to know that I forgive you for leaving Melanie at the table, even though you should've stayed there. But I'm not pointing any fingers except towards the Covenant. So please just try to understand everything I've told you in this letter. And again I say that I'm no longer mad at you for taking your eye off Melanie. When she's found, I hope we can put this incident aside and start our lives over again. Love, Your husband
Sydney crumpled it back up in a ball and put it back in her jacket pocket. She still couldn't believe that Vaughn could write that stuff, saying he forgave her for taking her eye off Melanie, but it was he who had taken his eye off of her. And it wasn't just the fact that he took his eye off their daughter for one second when she was gone, but the fact that he blamed her for it. Saying how the CIA was obligated to shut down the case because there was more important things going on in the world and how they had to focus their attention on that. He deserved what he got. A divorce, a lonely life, and a good hit in the face.
Dixon came back soon afterwards, followed by Jack who was trying to argue something to him. Sydney didn't bother going over for she'd know what they were talking about soon enough. Her father always shared his information with her. She got up and went to the security cameras that highlighted all the cells. Sydney focused her attention to the one that held Sark. He was sitting on his cot, cradling his left arm which looked to Sydney to be broken. But soon enough he stopped cradling his arm and was leaning over and smirking, as if talking to someone and getting some pleasurable entertainment. The odd thing was that the camera showed no one standing there, but Sydney knew there was. Sark might've been a cold- blooded murderer who deserved nothing more than the death penalty (A/N: This is Sydney's thoughts, not mine! ^_^) but he wasn't crazy.
Sydney walked as casually as she could down towards the cells, where she heard Sark's voice. Walking faster, she called out, "Who's there?"
Footsteps were the effect of her voice, so Sydney quickened to a run, making the guard raise the lever to the cells. She ran past Sark's cell, ignoring whatever smirk he had on his face. Suddenly a hum was coming from the person she was chasing. They were humming a song Sydney knew only too well. She ran faster, trying desperately to catch up with whoever she was chasing. She saw a small figure running at top speed away from her, all the while humming the lullaby Sydney used to sing to Melanie every night as she went to sleep.
When the figure turned into a dead end, Sydney's spirits were lifted, but when she turned the corner, there was nobody there. "M-Melanie?" she stammered as she started to cry. No reply. She continued. "Was th-that you?" she asked, no longer having any control over the tears. After a minute or so and still no response, she reluctantly turned around and walked towards Sark's cell, knowing what she'd do.
She marched up to him, angry tears coming out of her eyes.
"Who were you talking to you son of a bitch?" she snapped at him. Sark just smirked deeper.
"Now, now, there's no need for name calling Mrs. Bristow. Or should I call you Ms. Bristow, seeing as how you're divorced.
"It's Agent Bristow to you. Who the hell were you talking to?" she yelled at him.
"Why don't you go back down that hallway to the farthest corridor? Maybe your answer lies there." Sark said, pointing back the way she came from. She ran as fast as she could back down the hallway and came to a door that led to the back way. She ran out, praying she'd find Melanie outside, waiting for her. But instead she saw a white van making it's way out of the lot, the small figure looking back at her, looking at her with the eyes she knew all too well.
Vaughn's eyes.
Tears streaming down her cheek, she walked back inside, knowing it would be pointless trying to run after the van. Instead she walked back into the headquarters where she ran up to Jack. He hugged her with deep sincerity.
"What is it?" he asked gently.
"I saw Melanie. Dad, I saw her, she was here!" she cried into his shoulder, feeling six-years-old again.
"Are you sure? You might've just thought it up." He pointed out. Sydney shook her head.
"I saw her Dad. There was no mistaking the eyes. She even hummed the l-lullaby." She said.
"I'll have security section bring us the tapes of Sark's cell. That will confirm if she was there tonight. But first, I want to discuss something with you." He said, and pulled her towards his desk. He took a spare chair from the desk nearest his and offered it to Sydney.
"What is it?" she asked, wiping the tears from her face.
"As you know, I spoke with Sark, torturing him for any information he had. He said he'd tell us everything we wanted to know, but first we have to do something for him." Jack said, looking as serious as Sydney had ever seen him.
"What does he want? And why are you telling me this and not Dixon?" Sydney asked.
"Because what Sark wants, Dixon will never agree to. I told him, I tried everything to persuade him, but he refuses, so we have no choice but to do it ourselves, but I need your word that you will not back out. I wouldn't ask this of you if Sark wasn't being picky and wanted you to do it personally." He said. Sydney sighed impatiently.
"What does he want?" she asked again.
"Your mother's dead body."
A/N: Finally a cliffhanger that's actually big! Thanks to the nine of you who have reviewed! I love you all! Two updates in one day! There's your Easter present from me! Actually I wouldn't have been able to do it if I hadn't persuaded my sister to let me have it. She's Jack the Monkey. She writes Pirates of the Caribbean stuff. Her story is The Return Of Barbossa, but don't read it, it's stupid (just kidding, Sarah!) Anyway, please r/r!!