Disclaimer: nothing is mine (still sad about that!)
Chapter 3-To whom it may concern
As they sat in the car, Vaughn and Sydney debated who could have abducted Weiss. They stopped talking and sat in silence as the car screeched through the roads, Vaughn had a lot of practice at driving quickly, avoiding obstacles, however they were both startled when their pagers went off. The different digital songs filled the car and Sydney read her's: 911 was written across the screen.
"I can't get to mine" Vaughn shouted and Sydney reached for it from his waistband. It too had 911 written across the screen.
"It's Kendall, he is calling an emergency briefing. How could they already know about Weiss, did you call them?"
"No." Vaughn was clearly as confused as she was. She was still in her bikini top and blue jeans and he still had no shirt on, but being CIA agents, they were always prepared.
"Syd, can you pass me the extra shirt in the back?" Although Sydney hesitated not wanting Vaughn to put on more clothes, she handed him the light blue t-shirt from the back seat.
"You wouldn't happen to have one for me back there would you?" Sydney was only half joking, she wasn't exactly looking forward to walking into the CIA building in a bikini. She had a change of clothes in her desk, but she still would be walking into the CIA building surrounded by her colleges, WITH Vaughn. Many of her colleges had heard rumors of their relationship being inappropriate.
"Um… I think I have an old Kings sweatshirt." Vaughn offered. Sydney dug around but eventually found it, slipped it on. Vaughn looked over at her and was shocked.
"She is actually able to make every piece of clothing look good." He thought to himself.
They walked into the CIA and Sydney headed over to her desk to get her change of clothes. On their way in they both had gotten shocked looks from their suited co-workers.
"Sydney!"
"Dad, whats going on?! Weiss is missing! We were at the beach and we ran into Vaughn and Weiss and then Vaughn and I--" Sydney wasn't looking forward to explaining the next part of the story to her father or her coworkers.
"Sydney," her father cut her off, "we know, that's why Kendall called a meeting." Jack Bristow was wearing is usual suit and tie, even on his day off he was dressed for work. "Sydney, everyone is waiting for you and Vaughn," Sydney blushed but Jack acted as though nothing happened. Either he chose not to react or he simply didn't notice.
"Dad, I have to change." Jack quickly surveyed her outfit and she flinched under his stare. Sydney was used to people staring at her, when she was on missions, her outfits often drew attention to her, and she never cared. She only felt uncomfortable while being stared at by two people, Jack Bristow and Michael Vaughn.
"Sydney, there isn't time." Sydney dutifully followed her father into the briefing room, expecting to stand out among professionally dressed people, but she was happy to find that she wasn't the only one who apparently came unprepared. Vaughn was still in his navy blue shorts and a light blue t-shirt, Dixon was in jeans and a orange t-shirt, the only people dressed the part were Jack Bristow and Director Kendall.
"I called you all here today because Agent Weiss has been missing. We received a message from an unknown source a few minutes ago. Marshall…"
"Hello, everyone, I hope everyone was enjoying their day o—"
"Marshall!" Kendall cut in.
"Sorry, we received this message from an untraceable e-mail account 17 minutes ago." A message flashed up on the large screen in the front of the room, simultaneously, the same message flashed on the smaller personal screens in front of each person.
To Whom It May Concern:
Just seconds ago, we took Agent Eric Weiss from the beach by the Santa Monica pier. Without revealing who we are, we would like to relay the following messages.
To Agent Sydney Bristow, nothing is as it seems.
To Agent Jack Bristow, old habits die hard.
To Agent Michael Vaughn, greetings from the dead!
We will contact you shortly concerning our list of demands, Don't come looking for us!
A look of confusion slowly spread around the room as people finished reading the e-mail. Sydney was the first to speak,
"Was this directly sent to any one person specifically?"
"Actually that's a great question, Syd, Miss Bristow, Agent…"
"Marshall, you can call me Syd."
"Right, well, that's a great question Syd, it was sent directly to…me."