Chap. 35- Revelation
Jack and Cabot pulled to stop a block from Leman's house which was tucked away in the outskirts of Los Angeles on a large piece of quiet, undisturbed land. The two silently slipped handguns underneath their suit jackets. Jack turned to Cabot.
"You know, you don't have to do this. This is personal. I don't want you to get roped into something you could have a choice in."
Cabot shook his head as he zipped up the black duffel bag and shut the trunk of the rental car.
"Jack, I know that you would do anything for you daughter. I would never question that...but I want you to reconsider. We can get him another way. God, Jack, I don't want to come to work one day and find that you've been put away for the murder of a CIA agent who was in truth, a mole."
"You're right."
"I am?" Cabot asked, a bit of relief revealing in his voice.
"Yes. I would do anything for Sydney." Jack replied, almost smiling at Cabot's exasperated expression.
"Jack, this is serious. You and I, we've been friends for all the years that I've worked for this Agency. I've helped you break countless rules and I have never questioned your loyalty, but they don't know you like I do. Hell, if I didn't know you, I would be damn certain that you had gone rogue."
"Cabot, I appreciate your concern. I don't think you understand that this is something that I have to do. Now, if you do come in to the office one day and find that I have been arrested; do NOT try to prove my innocence. That will only lead to them discovering of your involvement." Jack said as he strode through the woods toward the lighted house. "Remember that."
"I will." Cabot answered as he matched Jack stride for stride. "I don't think that they would prosecute me, though. I have something they want desperately."
"Your software," Jack cut in. "Still, though, it is best if you stay away."
--
Jack and Cabot reached the house and through the satellite feed that Cabot had tapped into, they were able to determine that it was not wired to detonate. Carefully, Jack tested the knob and swung it open.
The two treaded quietly, undetected, through the house where they came to a stop in the living room. Leman stood there, with his back to them, although they were aware that he knew of their presence. He turned and faced them with a grim expression.
"I've been waiting for you. I must say, it took you longer than expected. She told me that you two were the best of the best. I had everything ready for weeks."
Jack didn't answer and kept his cold, steady gaze centered on Leman.
"You planted yourself and another agent in the CIA. We sent that agent to Venezuela where he murdered the only living relative of Milo Rambaldi. You then came after my daughter and her unborn child. Your agent killed that child, killing part of my daughter and of course, part of myself." Jack took out his gun and raised it against Leman. "Arvin Sloane wasn't my favorite person in the world, but murder should be avenged."
--
Jack and Cabot walked out of the house and to the car, pulling away into the dark roads of night.
"How'd you know that he killed Sloane?" Cabot asked as he cleaned Jack's gun.
"It was a hunch. After Sydney approached me about her theory, I questioned a few security officers and they confirmed that agents have the authority to request the security shut-down routine schedule. I was then, almost positive that it had to be an inside job. After requesting the two piano wires that Sloane was garroted with, I was able to identify that the notes were A and G."
"A gentleman," Cabot supplied.
"Exactly. But then again, it was just a hunch. Maybe Leman had no clue what I was talking about."
"It was a clean job." Cabot commented. "Four shots though, was that really necessary?"
"No," Jack replied. "But I have been told that I have a lot of pent up anger."
"Barnett?"
"That's the one."
Cabot whistled.
"Damn, Jack. I'm just glad that you're on our side."
--
Sydney snapped her cell phone shut and rubbed her head, unsure of what she was supposed to feel. Only a minute ago, her father had called her and had barely uttered a few words before hanging up again,
"It's been taken care of. Get some rest."
Her father's brief message was a direct implication toward the death of the Gentleman. Before, she had thought that once her child's murder had been avenged, all would feel right in the world. In truth, she didn't feel any different. His life could have been spared. Ashamed at her own selfishness, she slid against the wall down to the floor.
A beeper went off in the next room and her head snapped up with a bit of annoyance at Kendall who she was sure had chosen this very moment to alert her of some matter. Grumbling, she climbed to her feet and walked into the bedroom, rifling through the drawer in the bed stand on her side of the bed.
Her fingers touched the small square of plastic and pulling it into view, the unlit screen confirmed that it had not been her beeper that had gone off. Confused, Sydney sat in a moment of deliberation before climbing over to the other side of the bed to the bed stand near Scott's side of the bed. She quickly extracted it and read the emergency message that flashed bright blue constantly.
She pushed back her jacket sleeve to momentarily check the time and left the house quickly.
--
Sydney pulled into the parking lot of the university hospital and walked briskly toward the sliding doors. Right before she stepped foot into the hospital, her feet seemed to plant themselves in front of the doorway. Even as the double sliding doors slid open before her, wafting in a cool breeze from the air conditioning, she stood there realizing that she had not stepped food in this hospital for almost ten years.
It was almost ten years ago when Danny had died.
"Excuse me." A woman's voice called, jolting her from her thoughts.
Sydney turned to find a woman pressing a bloody cloth to her head and jumped out of the woman's way.
"Sorry."
The woman wove off Sydney's apology. Sydney then, purposefully strode into the hospital and up to the blue countered desk. She stood there, waiting for the nurse's attention. Without looking up, the nurse directed,
"Take a clipboard and a pen. Fill it out. Get it back to me and then we'll see what we can do for you. You'll have to wait, it's a busy day."
"Oh no, I'm not here for medical services."
The authorative nurse looked up from her work and smiled at Sydney.
"Well then, what can I help you with?"
"Is this emergency?"
"Sure is." The nurse answered.
"Would it be too much of a hassle if you could page a doctor for me? He accidentally left his beeper at home."
"Well that's not good. Sure thing, honey...what's the doctor's name?"
"Voyer. Dr. Scott Voyer." Sydney answered quickly, glancing up at the white clock hanging above the reception desk.
"Voyer? V-O-Y-E-R?" The nurse asked.
"Yes."
The nurse looked at Sydney oddly.
"We don't have a Dr. Voyer in Emergency. Is it possible that he works in another department? The hospital is big. We've got lots of divisions."
"I'm positive that he works in Emergency. Are you sure you don't have a Doctor Voyer?"
"Honey, I've been the head nurse here for almost twenty years now. I know all the doctors, their wives, their children, grandchildren, and maybe even great-grandchildren. Trust me; I would know if there was a Doctor Voyer."
"Oh..." Sydney mustered, thousands of thoughts whirling in her mind.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Is there anything I could help you with?"
"No, thank you. You know, maybe I heard the wrong hospital name. I kind of wanted to surprise him. It's our one week anniversary today." Sydney lied, covering up her surprise before.
"Oh, well then. Congratulations. I hope that you find him soon."
"Me, too. Thank you for all your help."
"It was my pleasure. Take care."
"You too." Sydney smiled before hurrying away.
--
Hey everybody! It's me!!!
I'm sorry that I haven't written in such a long time. (17 days, ::gasp::. Lol.)
I just wanted to let everybody know that I will definitely NOT give up on this fic! NO WAY! It's like my baby and....sadly, it's coming to an end.
I think I shall miss it dearly when I do finish it, and I will be very confused for I have no other ideas!!!
I have to think.
Anyways, thank you so much for ALL of your reviews! They were great encouragement
And thank you to Ms.MV, CryHope, supergirl14, total Vaughn lover, Jade- Tessier (Thanks for all those whopping reviews! LOL.), anonymousthinker, landi104, star16, AgentLopez, serendipity112233, Kate Finn-BH, allyispy, Sarah2004 (Yes, I am a bit slow on AA. Lol. I think it's chap....10???), Naughty-Spy (Jayme! It's nice to finally hear from you again! LOL.)
So yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!
Jen
Jack and Cabot pulled to stop a block from Leman's house which was tucked away in the outskirts of Los Angeles on a large piece of quiet, undisturbed land. The two silently slipped handguns underneath their suit jackets. Jack turned to Cabot.
"You know, you don't have to do this. This is personal. I don't want you to get roped into something you could have a choice in."
Cabot shook his head as he zipped up the black duffel bag and shut the trunk of the rental car.
"Jack, I know that you would do anything for you daughter. I would never question that...but I want you to reconsider. We can get him another way. God, Jack, I don't want to come to work one day and find that you've been put away for the murder of a CIA agent who was in truth, a mole."
"You're right."
"I am?" Cabot asked, a bit of relief revealing in his voice.
"Yes. I would do anything for Sydney." Jack replied, almost smiling at Cabot's exasperated expression.
"Jack, this is serious. You and I, we've been friends for all the years that I've worked for this Agency. I've helped you break countless rules and I have never questioned your loyalty, but they don't know you like I do. Hell, if I didn't know you, I would be damn certain that you had gone rogue."
"Cabot, I appreciate your concern. I don't think you understand that this is something that I have to do. Now, if you do come in to the office one day and find that I have been arrested; do NOT try to prove my innocence. That will only lead to them discovering of your involvement." Jack said as he strode through the woods toward the lighted house. "Remember that."
"I will." Cabot answered as he matched Jack stride for stride. "I don't think that they would prosecute me, though. I have something they want desperately."
"Your software," Jack cut in. "Still, though, it is best if you stay away."
--
Jack and Cabot reached the house and through the satellite feed that Cabot had tapped into, they were able to determine that it was not wired to detonate. Carefully, Jack tested the knob and swung it open.
The two treaded quietly, undetected, through the house where they came to a stop in the living room. Leman stood there, with his back to them, although they were aware that he knew of their presence. He turned and faced them with a grim expression.
"I've been waiting for you. I must say, it took you longer than expected. She told me that you two were the best of the best. I had everything ready for weeks."
Jack didn't answer and kept his cold, steady gaze centered on Leman.
"You planted yourself and another agent in the CIA. We sent that agent to Venezuela where he murdered the only living relative of Milo Rambaldi. You then came after my daughter and her unborn child. Your agent killed that child, killing part of my daughter and of course, part of myself." Jack took out his gun and raised it against Leman. "Arvin Sloane wasn't my favorite person in the world, but murder should be avenged."
--
Jack and Cabot walked out of the house and to the car, pulling away into the dark roads of night.
"How'd you know that he killed Sloane?" Cabot asked as he cleaned Jack's gun.
"It was a hunch. After Sydney approached me about her theory, I questioned a few security officers and they confirmed that agents have the authority to request the security shut-down routine schedule. I was then, almost positive that it had to be an inside job. After requesting the two piano wires that Sloane was garroted with, I was able to identify that the notes were A and G."
"A gentleman," Cabot supplied.
"Exactly. But then again, it was just a hunch. Maybe Leman had no clue what I was talking about."
"It was a clean job." Cabot commented. "Four shots though, was that really necessary?"
"No," Jack replied. "But I have been told that I have a lot of pent up anger."
"Barnett?"
"That's the one."
Cabot whistled.
"Damn, Jack. I'm just glad that you're on our side."
--
Sydney snapped her cell phone shut and rubbed her head, unsure of what she was supposed to feel. Only a minute ago, her father had called her and had barely uttered a few words before hanging up again,
"It's been taken care of. Get some rest."
Her father's brief message was a direct implication toward the death of the Gentleman. Before, she had thought that once her child's murder had been avenged, all would feel right in the world. In truth, she didn't feel any different. His life could have been spared. Ashamed at her own selfishness, she slid against the wall down to the floor.
A beeper went off in the next room and her head snapped up with a bit of annoyance at Kendall who she was sure had chosen this very moment to alert her of some matter. Grumbling, she climbed to her feet and walked into the bedroom, rifling through the drawer in the bed stand on her side of the bed.
Her fingers touched the small square of plastic and pulling it into view, the unlit screen confirmed that it had not been her beeper that had gone off. Confused, Sydney sat in a moment of deliberation before climbing over to the other side of the bed to the bed stand near Scott's side of the bed. She quickly extracted it and read the emergency message that flashed bright blue constantly.
She pushed back her jacket sleeve to momentarily check the time and left the house quickly.
--
Sydney pulled into the parking lot of the university hospital and walked briskly toward the sliding doors. Right before she stepped foot into the hospital, her feet seemed to plant themselves in front of the doorway. Even as the double sliding doors slid open before her, wafting in a cool breeze from the air conditioning, she stood there realizing that she had not stepped food in this hospital for almost ten years.
It was almost ten years ago when Danny had died.
"Excuse me." A woman's voice called, jolting her from her thoughts.
Sydney turned to find a woman pressing a bloody cloth to her head and jumped out of the woman's way.
"Sorry."
The woman wove off Sydney's apology. Sydney then, purposefully strode into the hospital and up to the blue countered desk. She stood there, waiting for the nurse's attention. Without looking up, the nurse directed,
"Take a clipboard and a pen. Fill it out. Get it back to me and then we'll see what we can do for you. You'll have to wait, it's a busy day."
"Oh no, I'm not here for medical services."
The authorative nurse looked up from her work and smiled at Sydney.
"Well then, what can I help you with?"
"Is this emergency?"
"Sure is." The nurse answered.
"Would it be too much of a hassle if you could page a doctor for me? He accidentally left his beeper at home."
"Well that's not good. Sure thing, honey...what's the doctor's name?"
"Voyer. Dr. Scott Voyer." Sydney answered quickly, glancing up at the white clock hanging above the reception desk.
"Voyer? V-O-Y-E-R?" The nurse asked.
"Yes."
The nurse looked at Sydney oddly.
"We don't have a Dr. Voyer in Emergency. Is it possible that he works in another department? The hospital is big. We've got lots of divisions."
"I'm positive that he works in Emergency. Are you sure you don't have a Doctor Voyer?"
"Honey, I've been the head nurse here for almost twenty years now. I know all the doctors, their wives, their children, grandchildren, and maybe even great-grandchildren. Trust me; I would know if there was a Doctor Voyer."
"Oh..." Sydney mustered, thousands of thoughts whirling in her mind.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Is there anything I could help you with?"
"No, thank you. You know, maybe I heard the wrong hospital name. I kind of wanted to surprise him. It's our one week anniversary today." Sydney lied, covering up her surprise before.
"Oh, well then. Congratulations. I hope that you find him soon."
"Me, too. Thank you for all your help."
"It was my pleasure. Take care."
"You too." Sydney smiled before hurrying away.
--
Hey everybody! It's me!!!
I'm sorry that I haven't written in such a long time. (17 days, ::gasp::. Lol.)
I just wanted to let everybody know that I will definitely NOT give up on this fic! NO WAY! It's like my baby and....sadly, it's coming to an end.
I think I shall miss it dearly when I do finish it, and I will be very confused for I have no other ideas!!!
I have to think.
Anyways, thank you so much for ALL of your reviews! They were great encouragement
And thank you to Ms.MV, CryHope, supergirl14, total Vaughn lover, Jade- Tessier (Thanks for all those whopping reviews! LOL.), anonymousthinker, landi104, star16, AgentLopez, serendipity112233, Kate Finn-BH, allyispy, Sarah2004 (Yes, I am a bit slow on AA. Lol. I think it's chap....10???), Naughty-Spy (Jayme! It's nice to finally hear from you again! LOL.)
So yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!
Jen