I'm back!! Sorry guys that took a while. Alright so the answer to the big Strength question! Here it goes...
(and thank you so much for the reviews! more reviews more story I'm really gunna start sticking to that!)
Within 15 minutes Vaughn was in the Rotunda out of his cell and his hand cuffs. With Dixon vouching for him it wasn't a difficult task. For one Dixon had been in the very same situation and it was incredibly hard to say no to Sydney's pleas. Sydney and Vaughn knew they would have time for each other later but they had limited time before Jack entered the office and needed to work fast. The first thing they did was go to Marshall for help with the disks. Sydney had tried but the encryption was just to in depth and Marshall was their last shot.
"Syd! Vaughn! You're okay!" Marshall ran up to give each of them a rather emotional hug. "Sorry, was that not appropriate for the work area? Heck, it's just protocol...not like we all haven't broken that before," he said as he nudged Vaughn with a smirk on his face. Vaughn just shook his head. "Again with the inappropriateness. Lately with the lack of sleep I've been loopy. I mean with the little one crawling everywhere...I mean everywhere...last week I found him in..."
"Marshall!" Vaughn finally interjected.
"Sorry...sometimes I don't know when to stop...well that's what Carrie says..."
"We need you to decrypt this," Syd said as she pulled the disk from her pocket simultaneously killing the bugs in the office with her ring...again courtesy of Marshall.
"What is it?"
"We don't know. that's the problem. I found it in Wittenberg, that's all I can say."
"Is this one of those we never had this conversation favors?"
"yea, one of those."
"I love those! Alright let's just pop this in...open this...click here and a click there and walah...or not walah."
Marshall hesitated, "What?" Vaughn asked.
"Whoa, who made this?"
Syd and Vaughn looked at each other not knowing if they should say or not, Sydney decided to speak up, "It's CIA"
"CIA? You're asking me to uncover a CIA secret document aren't you?"
"Is that a bad thing?" Vaughn said loosely.
"No, not a bad thing, just an impossible thing. There's only about 3 people in the world smart enough to do this who aren't CIA and none are me."
"Then who?" Sydney asked exasperated.
"Well, there's..." Marshall began bringing up records first of a young geeky looking man, "Richard Weringthen, who's well, dead. Rather sad actually there was this boating accident and he was ironically not even on the boat but..." Sydney shot him a look, He pulled up the next picture of a common looking convict. "Oh, right, sorry, and Foster Dewen who's not cooperative and will probably shoot you in the head if you approached him...not a very friendly guy...let me tell you...and well..." here Marshall looked at Vaughn then at the screen where there was a young girl, probably about 19 who Sydney seemed to somewhat recognize and Vaughn looked like he was putting something together.
Vaughn finished his sentence, "Katelyn Jamenson."
Sydney was still very confused, "who?"
"Katelyn, I've known her since she was born. My mother practically raised her because her dad was dead and her mom was never around. You've seen pictures."
She know remembered seeing the face. She was in a framed picture in Vaughn's living room. They were both in France outside Vaughn's house. She loved the picture and remembered talking about the landscaping but never the girl. "She can figure this out?"
"Without a doubt. She would've been one of the CIA's biggest assets." As Marshall was talking Sydney was examining the girl's profile. Only 18 years old with an IQ much higher than Sydney's and training in almost every field. She also spoke several more languages than Syd and she was immediately impressed and saddened at the same time. She looked at Katelyn's CIA history, she was part of a team in LA from 2003 to early 2006. She started when she was only 15.
"Why did she leave the agency?" She directed the question towards Marshall but Vaughn answered.
"She discovered a document that lead to the corruption of a high ranking agent last year. After he was kicked off the force he found out it was her and had her best friend murdered. Some think there was more fraud among those documents and he used it as a scare tactic. Either way, revenge or strategy, it worked. She pulled out a month later."
Immediately Sydney thought of her own past and how similar the two girls were. "Thanks Marshall, forget we ever came to you."
"Done." With that Vaughn and Syd walked out of the office and towards the garage. Once they got into his car conversation started once again.
"When was the last time you talked to her?"
"About a month ago, before that at least once a week."
"Call her. Or we can pick her up. We should do this asap"
"Slow down. I can't drag her into this. Last year she went through so much with the agency, she doesn't trust it anymore."
"We don't trust it anymore Vaughn. This has nothing to do with the CIA this has to do with me and you. She trusts you doesn't she?"
"Yea. But I'm not calling her. I'll go meet her somehow that no one sees. Somehow that she's not tied to any of this."
"how do you plan on doing that?"
"Are you serious? Sydney we're both exception agents with numerous spy skills and connections. I think I can track down an 18 year old girl."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- At 915 that night both Sydney and Vaughn walked into "The Bourne Supremacy" at Smith Movie Complex in LA. Unfortunately they weren't going to be able to exactly enjoy the movie. (it's not what you are all thinking, come on they're in the middle of a crisis...they can control their hormones) Vaughn took a seat next to a young couple and heard the girl whisper to her date to please go get her a soda, diet. To Vaughn's delight the boy responded in telling her she didn't need diet but he'd get it anyway. As soon as he left his seat the girl turned to Vaughn.
"What are you doing here? Not that I don't love seeing you but do you have any idea who that is?"
"Anthony Sureth, 19 years old, a current freshman at UCLA."
"Also captain of the football team, remarkable for a freshman. Did I mention I hate that you work there again?"
"Only twice every time we talk."
Katelyn glanced at Syd who tried to concentrate on the screen. "Who's the girl? Where's the wife?"
"The girl is Sydney and the wife is dead."
Katelyn's expression dropped from anything recognizable so Vaughn continued to talk, "I haven't called you in a few weeks have I? Wife was evil working for a terrorist organization tried to kill Sydney so I killed her and now we're trying to figure out this prophecy thing that Syd found in Wittenberg that supposedly holds our futures and we need your help."
"So this is business related..."
"Yes."
"then no."
"Come on Kae...It's CIA related but not for the CIA, it's for me."
"As in you Agent Vaughn or as in you Mikey?"
Sydney silently laughs at the nickname. "As in me Mikey. After the movie come to Syd's apartment, it's next to Eric's...on the left, my car will be in the front. make sure you're not followed we'll talk there. He hands her a set of keys. "Have fun on your date."
"Shut-up," she whispers as Syd and Vaughn get up to leave.
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"So I'm not the only one who has a nickname for you?" Sydney joked when they entered Syd's apartment.
"One of very few." Vaughn replied almost shyly of the mention of Mikey
"She seems nice, self-confident, comfortable, too young for all of this though."
"Yea, she handles it well though."
"So you two are close?" Sydney could've sworn she heard a hint of jealousy in her voice which completely threw her off. The girl was only 18. But it was probably only the fact she's been talking to Vaughn twice a week for forever when Sydney was not even alive to him for two full years.
"Yea, she got me through a lot."
"How so?" Sydney inquired as she made some coffee, Vaughn sat at the bar portion of the kitchen just watching her. He could always tell her everything but he knew what subjects hurt her and her death was one of them. But she asked and he wasn't one to not give her what she wanted.
"After you...disappeared...I went to France. Kae was living there at the time with my mom. I was a mess, I'd wake up, drink, sit by the TV, drink, watch Kings games, old movies we'd seen together, look at pictures and drink. I'd only see Kae when I was sober and that wasn't often. She stopped by one day and I was completely out of it. Drunk like no other, talking to you and her, having my own make believe conversations." Sydney listened intensely and held back the tears so that he would continue. But he could see them none the less. "From that point on she tried to help. I'd call her from bars or the owners would call her because she was the only recent call on my phone. She'd always come to get me where ever I was. She was always there trying to help. She urged me to be okay, she said you'd want that. And I knew she was right. So I got it together. Then I moved back to LA and she came with me. She helped me find a job and she went to the same school. She got her own apartment though but we talked every night until she was convinced I was okay, then it turned into every other night and so on. And here we are."
"I'm sorry," was all Sydney could say.
Vaughn instantly walked over to her and pulled her into his chest. "Never be sorry. For any of it. Sydney, you are the most amazing person I know and you owe no one an apology. You're unbelievable Sydney and what happened to me was not your fault in any aspect." He looked into her eyes and lowered his voice to a mere whisper, "Never doubt that."
He kissed her on the forehead and she pulled away slightly her mind slowly wandering somewhere else. "So Katelyn pulled you through all that?"
"Yea," he wasn't quite sure where she was going with this.
"Would you say she was your strength?"
Then there was a knock on the door...
---Who could it be?!?! Review a lot and find out!!!!--- hope you liked!
(and thank you so much for the reviews! more reviews more story I'm really gunna start sticking to that!)
Within 15 minutes Vaughn was in the Rotunda out of his cell and his hand cuffs. With Dixon vouching for him it wasn't a difficult task. For one Dixon had been in the very same situation and it was incredibly hard to say no to Sydney's pleas. Sydney and Vaughn knew they would have time for each other later but they had limited time before Jack entered the office and needed to work fast. The first thing they did was go to Marshall for help with the disks. Sydney had tried but the encryption was just to in depth and Marshall was their last shot.
"Syd! Vaughn! You're okay!" Marshall ran up to give each of them a rather emotional hug. "Sorry, was that not appropriate for the work area? Heck, it's just protocol...not like we all haven't broken that before," he said as he nudged Vaughn with a smirk on his face. Vaughn just shook his head. "Again with the inappropriateness. Lately with the lack of sleep I've been loopy. I mean with the little one crawling everywhere...I mean everywhere...last week I found him in..."
"Marshall!" Vaughn finally interjected.
"Sorry...sometimes I don't know when to stop...well that's what Carrie says..."
"We need you to decrypt this," Syd said as she pulled the disk from her pocket simultaneously killing the bugs in the office with her ring...again courtesy of Marshall.
"What is it?"
"We don't know. that's the problem. I found it in Wittenberg, that's all I can say."
"Is this one of those we never had this conversation favors?"
"yea, one of those."
"I love those! Alright let's just pop this in...open this...click here and a click there and walah...or not walah."
Marshall hesitated, "What?" Vaughn asked.
"Whoa, who made this?"
Syd and Vaughn looked at each other not knowing if they should say or not, Sydney decided to speak up, "It's CIA"
"CIA? You're asking me to uncover a CIA secret document aren't you?"
"Is that a bad thing?" Vaughn said loosely.
"No, not a bad thing, just an impossible thing. There's only about 3 people in the world smart enough to do this who aren't CIA and none are me."
"Then who?" Sydney asked exasperated.
"Well, there's..." Marshall began bringing up records first of a young geeky looking man, "Richard Weringthen, who's well, dead. Rather sad actually there was this boating accident and he was ironically not even on the boat but..." Sydney shot him a look, He pulled up the next picture of a common looking convict. "Oh, right, sorry, and Foster Dewen who's not cooperative and will probably shoot you in the head if you approached him...not a very friendly guy...let me tell you...and well..." here Marshall looked at Vaughn then at the screen where there was a young girl, probably about 19 who Sydney seemed to somewhat recognize and Vaughn looked like he was putting something together.
Vaughn finished his sentence, "Katelyn Jamenson."
Sydney was still very confused, "who?"
"Katelyn, I've known her since she was born. My mother practically raised her because her dad was dead and her mom was never around. You've seen pictures."
She know remembered seeing the face. She was in a framed picture in Vaughn's living room. They were both in France outside Vaughn's house. She loved the picture and remembered talking about the landscaping but never the girl. "She can figure this out?"
"Without a doubt. She would've been one of the CIA's biggest assets." As Marshall was talking Sydney was examining the girl's profile. Only 18 years old with an IQ much higher than Sydney's and training in almost every field. She also spoke several more languages than Syd and she was immediately impressed and saddened at the same time. She looked at Katelyn's CIA history, she was part of a team in LA from 2003 to early 2006. She started when she was only 15.
"Why did she leave the agency?" She directed the question towards Marshall but Vaughn answered.
"She discovered a document that lead to the corruption of a high ranking agent last year. After he was kicked off the force he found out it was her and had her best friend murdered. Some think there was more fraud among those documents and he used it as a scare tactic. Either way, revenge or strategy, it worked. She pulled out a month later."
Immediately Sydney thought of her own past and how similar the two girls were. "Thanks Marshall, forget we ever came to you."
"Done." With that Vaughn and Syd walked out of the office and towards the garage. Once they got into his car conversation started once again.
"When was the last time you talked to her?"
"About a month ago, before that at least once a week."
"Call her. Or we can pick her up. We should do this asap"
"Slow down. I can't drag her into this. Last year she went through so much with the agency, she doesn't trust it anymore."
"We don't trust it anymore Vaughn. This has nothing to do with the CIA this has to do with me and you. She trusts you doesn't she?"
"Yea. But I'm not calling her. I'll go meet her somehow that no one sees. Somehow that she's not tied to any of this."
"how do you plan on doing that?"
"Are you serious? Sydney we're both exception agents with numerous spy skills and connections. I think I can track down an 18 year old girl."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- At 915 that night both Sydney and Vaughn walked into "The Bourne Supremacy" at Smith Movie Complex in LA. Unfortunately they weren't going to be able to exactly enjoy the movie. (it's not what you are all thinking, come on they're in the middle of a crisis...they can control their hormones) Vaughn took a seat next to a young couple and heard the girl whisper to her date to please go get her a soda, diet. To Vaughn's delight the boy responded in telling her she didn't need diet but he'd get it anyway. As soon as he left his seat the girl turned to Vaughn.
"What are you doing here? Not that I don't love seeing you but do you have any idea who that is?"
"Anthony Sureth, 19 years old, a current freshman at UCLA."
"Also captain of the football team, remarkable for a freshman. Did I mention I hate that you work there again?"
"Only twice every time we talk."
Katelyn glanced at Syd who tried to concentrate on the screen. "Who's the girl? Where's the wife?"
"The girl is Sydney and the wife is dead."
Katelyn's expression dropped from anything recognizable so Vaughn continued to talk, "I haven't called you in a few weeks have I? Wife was evil working for a terrorist organization tried to kill Sydney so I killed her and now we're trying to figure out this prophecy thing that Syd found in Wittenberg that supposedly holds our futures and we need your help."
"So this is business related..."
"Yes."
"then no."
"Come on Kae...It's CIA related but not for the CIA, it's for me."
"As in you Agent Vaughn or as in you Mikey?"
Sydney silently laughs at the nickname. "As in me Mikey. After the movie come to Syd's apartment, it's next to Eric's...on the left, my car will be in the front. make sure you're not followed we'll talk there. He hands her a set of keys. "Have fun on your date."
"Shut-up," she whispers as Syd and Vaughn get up to leave.
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"So I'm not the only one who has a nickname for you?" Sydney joked when they entered Syd's apartment.
"One of very few." Vaughn replied almost shyly of the mention of Mikey
"She seems nice, self-confident, comfortable, too young for all of this though."
"Yea, she handles it well though."
"So you two are close?" Sydney could've sworn she heard a hint of jealousy in her voice which completely threw her off. The girl was only 18. But it was probably only the fact she's been talking to Vaughn twice a week for forever when Sydney was not even alive to him for two full years.
"Yea, she got me through a lot."
"How so?" Sydney inquired as she made some coffee, Vaughn sat at the bar portion of the kitchen just watching her. He could always tell her everything but he knew what subjects hurt her and her death was one of them. But she asked and he wasn't one to not give her what she wanted.
"After you...disappeared...I went to France. Kae was living there at the time with my mom. I was a mess, I'd wake up, drink, sit by the TV, drink, watch Kings games, old movies we'd seen together, look at pictures and drink. I'd only see Kae when I was sober and that wasn't often. She stopped by one day and I was completely out of it. Drunk like no other, talking to you and her, having my own make believe conversations." Sydney listened intensely and held back the tears so that he would continue. But he could see them none the less. "From that point on she tried to help. I'd call her from bars or the owners would call her because she was the only recent call on my phone. She'd always come to get me where ever I was. She was always there trying to help. She urged me to be okay, she said you'd want that. And I knew she was right. So I got it together. Then I moved back to LA and she came with me. She helped me find a job and she went to the same school. She got her own apartment though but we talked every night until she was convinced I was okay, then it turned into every other night and so on. And here we are."
"I'm sorry," was all Sydney could say.
Vaughn instantly walked over to her and pulled her into his chest. "Never be sorry. For any of it. Sydney, you are the most amazing person I know and you owe no one an apology. You're unbelievable Sydney and what happened to me was not your fault in any aspect." He looked into her eyes and lowered his voice to a mere whisper, "Never doubt that."
He kissed her on the forehead and she pulled away slightly her mind slowly wandering somewhere else. "So Katelyn pulled you through all that?"
"Yea," he wasn't quite sure where she was going with this.
"Would you say she was your strength?"
Then there was a knock on the door...
---Who could it be?!?! Review a lot and find out!!!!--- hope you liked!