Authors Note: I would like to thank couch and BronwynMaye, as you were the
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Sloane re-read the message he'd been sent thirty minutes ago, he slammed the laptop shut and cursed to himself. Mr Veitch had been found dead in his apartment an hour ago. It seems there was an impostor in SD-6 and Sloane was not happy, especially with two of his agents missing.
"How long till we land?" he asked the pilot.
"In an hour sir."
Sloane sat back in his chair and got out his cell phone. He needed to make a few calls. "Ian, hi. It's Sloane I have a problem."
Jack sat in Sloane's office waiting for Mr Veitch. He was still worried about Sydney and the fact that Mr Veitch had done nothing to try and find her only made him angrier. He was just about to get up and leave when Mr Veitch walked into the room.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Jack, I know you must be worried about Sydney and let me assure you that we are doing everything we can to find her." He said in his slick voice that made Jack feel ill.
"Really, well I'd like to know exactly what you're doing to try and find my daughter," Jack exclaimed angrily. How dare he say they were doing all they could, when in fact they were doing nothing.
"Well." Mr Veitch was interrupted by Jack's cell phone.
"Excuse me," Jack said to Veitch as he looked at his cell phone. It was Sloane, and he quickly answered it hoping for some answers. "Jack here."
"Jack listen to me, we just found out that Veitch is an impostor. You must keep him busy for the next hour or so until I return. And keep this to yourself. If you need any help Marshall has already been informed."
"Of course."
"We'll find her Jack I promise," and with that Jacks cell phone went dead.
Jack put his cell phone back in his jacket and turned to face Mr Veitch. "Now back to Sydney."
"Well I am trying to save up for my own place but it's tough on a CIA agents wages."
"Yeah I know what you mean," Sydney and Cassy had been talking for a while now and Sydney was pretty sure Cassy wasn't angry with her any more. "So how long have you been an agent?" she asked.
"Uhhh about 18 months."
A guard entering the room interrupted their conversation.
"Miss Bristow could you please come with me."
Sydney stood up. "I'll be back soon," she said to Cassy as she followed the guard out of her cell. Guards immediately surrounded her as they escorted her down a long narrow corridor.
Vaughn slammed the phone down and swore. Cassy Denvier had been assigned to look into Sydney's disappearance because she was near the island. She hadn't reported in for three hours and it now looked like she'd disappeared as well. He had called everyone he could think of to find her but he kept coming up empty. He looked up to see Weiss standing at the door.
"We have a lead."
Vaughn nearly jumped out of seat "Who?"
"A 20 year old man security guard filled out a police report about half an hour ago saying he was filling in for his brother at a warehouse when he heard screaming. He said he saw a man being tortured; the man fit the description of Dixon. Police checked it out but they'd already left. Someone must have tipped them off. Looks like we finally have some good news. Devlin's going to send a team."
"That's it. I cannot sit here doing nothing. I'm going to Hawaii."
"You can't Mike. You haven't even been fully reinstated. Devlin would have your ass."
"I don't care anymore. I'm going to help find Sydney. Are you going to help me?" Vaughn asked.
"I'm going to regret this but Hawaii here I come."
Will was watching TV when his phone rang. "Tippen," he answered.
"You are soooo dead Will, the guy never showed up," Francie hissed into the phone.
"Where are you?"
"At a table by MYSELF."
"Uhhh, well maybe he got caught in traffic."
"That excuse ran out TEN minutes ago. Will I'm sitting here like a fool."
"Then leave."
"I can't do that because if he has a reasonable excuse for being late and turns up then I look like a total snob."
"Francie I'm sure he won't think that and I though you said you were sure he wasn't coming."
"I am. I'm just ringing to let you know this is all your fault and you will be dealt with later."
"Uhhhh, well um I'll see you later."
"Don't you dare hang." Will hung up his phone and went back to watching TV. He was in a lot of trouble.
Cassy was starting to panic; they'd taken Agent Bristow away ten minutes ago and Cassy imagination was beginning to run wild. She was starting to wish she'd never joined the CIA. She heard the bolt move and watched the door praying that they'd bought her back. Instead a guard came into the room with a plate.
"Dinner's here," he mocked as he waved around the plate of food.
"Where's Miss. Bristow? What have you done with her?" Cassy screamed. The guard ignored her questions and put the plate down in front of her. "What do you want with me?" she tried again. The guard turned and left. Cassy ran up to the door and started to pound it as she continued to scream after him.
Sydney was tied to a chair in a dank room. She had spent the last ten minuted trying to get free but had given up. "Hello?" she called out. "You know I'm getting pretty bored in here. I really wouldn't mind some entertainment. What about a TV?" A man then entered the room. He was small and skinny and looked like more like a banker than a kidnapper. "What no TV?"
"Listen very carefully Miss Bristow as I'll only say this once. We want you to do something for us. It's not that complicated and we know you'll do a good job. Now we have worked very hard on our project and it's complete except for one small thing. We need you to get us this small thing."
"And what makes you think I'm going to get it for you?"
"Because we have your friend"
Sydney watched as they dragged Dixon into the room. "Oh god," Sydney whispered to herself. He looked terrible. He was covered in blood and had obviously been bashed up a couple of times. The guard took out a syringe and held it to his neck.
"Well Miss Bristow."
"I'll help you."
Sloane re-read the message he'd been sent thirty minutes ago, he slammed the laptop shut and cursed to himself. Mr Veitch had been found dead in his apartment an hour ago. It seems there was an impostor in SD-6 and Sloane was not happy, especially with two of his agents missing.
"How long till we land?" he asked the pilot.
"In an hour sir."
Sloane sat back in his chair and got out his cell phone. He needed to make a few calls. "Ian, hi. It's Sloane I have a problem."
Jack sat in Sloane's office waiting for Mr Veitch. He was still worried about Sydney and the fact that Mr Veitch had done nothing to try and find her only made him angrier. He was just about to get up and leave when Mr Veitch walked into the room.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Jack, I know you must be worried about Sydney and let me assure you that we are doing everything we can to find her." He said in his slick voice that made Jack feel ill.
"Really, well I'd like to know exactly what you're doing to try and find my daughter," Jack exclaimed angrily. How dare he say they were doing all they could, when in fact they were doing nothing.
"Well." Mr Veitch was interrupted by Jack's cell phone.
"Excuse me," Jack said to Veitch as he looked at his cell phone. It was Sloane, and he quickly answered it hoping for some answers. "Jack here."
"Jack listen to me, we just found out that Veitch is an impostor. You must keep him busy for the next hour or so until I return. And keep this to yourself. If you need any help Marshall has already been informed."
"Of course."
"We'll find her Jack I promise," and with that Jacks cell phone went dead.
Jack put his cell phone back in his jacket and turned to face Mr Veitch. "Now back to Sydney."
"Well I am trying to save up for my own place but it's tough on a CIA agents wages."
"Yeah I know what you mean," Sydney and Cassy had been talking for a while now and Sydney was pretty sure Cassy wasn't angry with her any more. "So how long have you been an agent?" she asked.
"Uhhh about 18 months."
A guard entering the room interrupted their conversation.
"Miss Bristow could you please come with me."
Sydney stood up. "I'll be back soon," she said to Cassy as she followed the guard out of her cell. Guards immediately surrounded her as they escorted her down a long narrow corridor.
Vaughn slammed the phone down and swore. Cassy Denvier had been assigned to look into Sydney's disappearance because she was near the island. She hadn't reported in for three hours and it now looked like she'd disappeared as well. He had called everyone he could think of to find her but he kept coming up empty. He looked up to see Weiss standing at the door.
"We have a lead."
Vaughn nearly jumped out of seat "Who?"
"A 20 year old man security guard filled out a police report about half an hour ago saying he was filling in for his brother at a warehouse when he heard screaming. He said he saw a man being tortured; the man fit the description of Dixon. Police checked it out but they'd already left. Someone must have tipped them off. Looks like we finally have some good news. Devlin's going to send a team."
"That's it. I cannot sit here doing nothing. I'm going to Hawaii."
"You can't Mike. You haven't even been fully reinstated. Devlin would have your ass."
"I don't care anymore. I'm going to help find Sydney. Are you going to help me?" Vaughn asked.
"I'm going to regret this but Hawaii here I come."
Will was watching TV when his phone rang. "Tippen," he answered.
"You are soooo dead Will, the guy never showed up," Francie hissed into the phone.
"Where are you?"
"At a table by MYSELF."
"Uhhh, well maybe he got caught in traffic."
"That excuse ran out TEN minutes ago. Will I'm sitting here like a fool."
"Then leave."
"I can't do that because if he has a reasonable excuse for being late and turns up then I look like a total snob."
"Francie I'm sure he won't think that and I though you said you were sure he wasn't coming."
"I am. I'm just ringing to let you know this is all your fault and you will be dealt with later."
"Uhhhh, well um I'll see you later."
"Don't you dare hang." Will hung up his phone and went back to watching TV. He was in a lot of trouble.
Cassy was starting to panic; they'd taken Agent Bristow away ten minutes ago and Cassy imagination was beginning to run wild. She was starting to wish she'd never joined the CIA. She heard the bolt move and watched the door praying that they'd bought her back. Instead a guard came into the room with a plate.
"Dinner's here," he mocked as he waved around the plate of food.
"Where's Miss. Bristow? What have you done with her?" Cassy screamed. The guard ignored her questions and put the plate down in front of her. "What do you want with me?" she tried again. The guard turned and left. Cassy ran up to the door and started to pound it as she continued to scream after him.
Sydney was tied to a chair in a dank room. She had spent the last ten minuted trying to get free but had given up. "Hello?" she called out. "You know I'm getting pretty bored in here. I really wouldn't mind some entertainment. What about a TV?" A man then entered the room. He was small and skinny and looked like more like a banker than a kidnapper. "What no TV?"
"Listen very carefully Miss Bristow as I'll only say this once. We want you to do something for us. It's not that complicated and we know you'll do a good job. Now we have worked very hard on our project and it's complete except for one small thing. We need you to get us this small thing."
"And what makes you think I'm going to get it for you?"
"Because we have your friend"
Sydney watched as they dragged Dixon into the room. "Oh god," Sydney whispered to herself. He looked terrible. He was covered in blood and had obviously been bashed up a couple of times. The guard took out a syringe and held it to his neck.
"Well Miss Bristow."
"I'll help you."