Chapter six
Vaughn and Weiss were still talking about Sydney when they walked in the room. Jack was thinking about the name, Sydney, it was his daughter's name. Sydney A. Bristow. During the briefing he was lost in his thoughts, thinking about the most horrible night of his life.
Flashback
Jack was sitting in the kitchen with the phone in his hand, his wife and daughter weren't home, and it was already 9 PM. He called all their friends, asking them if they had seen Laura and Sydney. No one knew where they were, and he was really worried now. He was about to call someone else when the doorbell rang. He was surprised to find two police officers when he opened the door.
"Mr Bristow?"
"Yes, it's me, what can I do for you?" he asked them, hoping that their presence here had nothing to do with Laura's lateness.
"Can we come in please? We need to tell you something and I'm sure we would be more at ease inside."
"So can you tell me what you are doing here?" he asked them once the two men were sitting in the living room.
"I'm afraid that we have to announce that your wife had a car accident."
"Laura? What happ.. Oh my god Sydney, our daughter was with her, where are they?"
"Mr Bristow," one of the officers said, "We're sorry but your wife and daughter didn't make it. Their car went off the bridge, I'm sorry but they are dead." The officer finished softly, as Jack, who had been leaning against the wall, fell to the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry Mr Bristow, would you like us to call someone for you?" the police officer asked him, but Jack remained silent, and put his head in his hands.
End Flashback
Jack was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the agents walking out of the room. He slowly got up and walked toward his office. Once he was inside he sat at his desk and continued to think about what happened after the burial.
Flashback
Jack was sitting in Sydney's bedroom, a glass of scotch in his hand. He was looking at their family album when he heard the doorbell. He didn't move, he wanted to be alone, alone with his pain. Finally after ten minutes he went to open the door, seeing that the person wasn't going to leave him alone. When he opened the door, he was met by the sight of his boss, Mr Davis, and two other agents.
"Good afternoon Jack," Davis said.
"Morning sir, Vaughn, Arvin."
"Jack I know it's not a good moment to talk with you but we learned a few things about the accident that killed your family."
"Come in," Jack said.
In the living room
"We recently put a KGB agent in custody. He was arrested just before boarding a plane for Berlin. During his interrogation he told us something quite..." he stopped and looked at the two other men. "This agent told us that the KGB sent one of their agents to the US in order to marry a CIA agent."
"Wait a minute, what does it have to do with me. My wif..." he began to ask before realizing what he meant.
"This agent was you, Jack."
"No, no you're wrong, Laura was a literature teacher. I did not marry a Russian spy, I would have known it. You're mistaken, that can't be possible," Jack said as he began to pour another glass of scotch.
"I'm sorry Jack but we're sure of it. We have found several files in his car, all of them had a photo on it with a name under: Irina Derevko. The woman in the photo was Laura. She was an agent undercover, she was sent here to marry you and to steal information from you. She gave the information to the KGB." Vaughn explained to him.
There was a silence for several minutes. Jack finally broke this silence by asking the first question since he learned who was really his wife.
"And Sydney?"
TBC...