A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. Same disclaimers apply. Finally, we have some more West Wing characters in the story! Whoo! Aunt CJ makes her return.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Previously...My father stood up. "I know where Sydney is, but she will not be there by tomorrow night. We have to move."
"Where is she?"
"If you'll believe it, she's being held in Madagascar."
Present...Madagascar? How the hell did she wind up there?
Wait. Don't answer that. I don't want to know.
Quicker than you can say "Madagascar," we were on a plane to Sambava. And of all times to call, Aunt CJ chose now to do so.
"Michael? Where are you? Have you seen that brunette that was walking around the White House? Is she with you? Did you arrest her? She's a felon, you know."
"Aunt CJ, calm down. Yes, I've seen her. Her name is Irina Derevko. She is with me, and I have not arrested her yet because she's helping me find Sydney."
"How could she help you find Sydney? She's dead. You buried her, didn't you?"
"She has a contact that knows where she is. And she's alive."
"Who's the contact?"
Just as I was about to drop the bombshell, my dad took the phone from me and started to talk to her in the most soothing voice I've ever heard in my life.
I guess it is a little shocking, hearing your brother on the phone when you buried him over 20 years ago.
When he hung up, he turned to me. "Dear God, your aunt was freaked out. It was like she was talking to a ghost."
Yeah, Dad. Go figure.
"She said she's coming to help us once we get to Sambava."
The pilot finally came over the intercom. "Irina and gentlemen, we're over Sambava and we will be landing shortly. Buckle up, put stuff away, you know the drill."
As soon as we got off the plane, we found Aunt CJ. She was in a tizzy, as usual. After a teary and brief family reunion between a thought to be dead brother and his uptight big sister, we put on our gear and Dad gave directions.
"Okay, according to my intel, both Nadia and Sydney are being held here. The alarm needs to be deactivated, and there are 7 guards outside. Irina, you handle the guards. Weiss, you get the alarm. Jack and Michael will come with me."
As soon as we got the clear signal from both Weiss and Irina, the three of us burst into the shack.
It was completely abandoned, with blood all over the floor. Various torture devices were strewn around the room. A brunette was in the corner.
Wait. Brunette in the corner?
SYDNEY!
"Help me, please! Help!"
I ran up to her, threw down my equipment, and quickly started to untie her. I was finally reunited with my love.
Or not.
"Who are you?"
"Sydney, it's me, Vaughn. It's okay, Syd, it's okay."
"Nadia."
"What?"
"My name. It's not Sydney. It's Nadia. Sydney was tortured and taken away."
"Where was she taken?"
"I don't know. But my father took her."
"Your father?"
"Arvin Sloane. He's holding her. He's torturing her. And so is Danny."
"Danny?"
"Hecht. Her fiancé. He's been torturing her."