Hello everybody!!!! I've got another one for you! Keep the reviews coming!
Five is the minimum!!!! So did we all see that exclusive on Jennifer
Garner? ABC is actually letting Alias write a storyline with Vaughn having
a quote, " very beautiful," wife. But Sydney is going to smile and be happy
for them. This is pure and simple torture! But then again, didn't I do
that? LOL Well, let's hope they go along with something like mine because
sooner or later I'm going to get Vaughn and Sydney back together!!!
Lots of love to my reviewers, abcdefg, melody anne ( thanks for your reviews!) alias gurl, the sheeplover, alpineracer88, spy kate, and the name that has to do with dark angel, can't think of it right now and whoever else who reviewed this is for you!
And I give you.
Part XI "The Other Side of the Story" Leo's l'il sista
"Good morning, sir," Vaughn greeted his boss who looked more testy than usual, if that was even possible.
"Vaughn, is it?" Kendall shot back, shoving his meaty hands into the pockets of his suit jacket. "Now, can it be possible you have that report for me you compiled on the drug bust on pier 31?"
"N~no, sir."
"No sir? Agent Vaughn, you were supposed to have completed that report and it was supposed to have been on my desk evenings ago!" he scowled, his face turning red with anger and irritation of Vaughn's subordinace.
"With all due respect, sir, I didn't have the time. You asked me to accompany Sydney to the meeting with who turned out to be her mother and Jack specifically asked me to set up the meeting. You've also assigned me to keep an eye on her until her emotional distress subsides," Vaughn stammered, trying to keep a straight face.
Kendall frowned. Fortunate for Michael, unfortunate for himself, the boss did remember that bit. Now he was wondering how foolish it had been for him to let Vaughn anywhere near Sydney Bristow. He might as well give him back his former job as Sydney's handler.
"Sir?"
"Right you are, Agent Vaughn, though if I had the power to undo things, I would," he stated firmly, making sure the young agent understood he still stood on his plan to keep Vaughn away from Sydney and her decisions.
"Well, what are you standing there for? I want that report and I want it by 1700 hours!" Kendall boomed, looking very severe. "I mean it, Agent Vaughn."
"Right, sir," Vaughn murmured, nodding his head to be polite.
"If anybody needs me, I will be in my office," Kendall announced as he did every morning and stalked off.
Vaughn watched him leave and then walked over to his desk and sat down in his black leather seat. His professional expression was replaced with that of disgust.
"Not a good morning for you, Mike?" Weiss inquired, setting a steaming cup of coffee on Vaughn's desk.
"Leave me alone, Weiss. Today I am really not in the mood," Michael shot back, pointedly and pulled a manilla folder from out of his desk.
"More the reason you should talk to me before you blow up at Sydney," Weiss teased.
The look on Michael gave him clearly told Weiss he had said something wrong.
"If looks could kill, sorry, Mike."
"It's fine, just don't do it again," Michael scolded him, adopting a smile.
"You still sleeping in a motel?"
"Every night," Michael answered, staring intently at his screen, purposely avoiding eye contact with his, "best friend."
"Man, Mike, this is going to be the sixth night. When are you going to stop running away?"
"I'm not running away," Michael argued, slamming his cup down. "It's just Jessica, she's not the woman I married anymore. I just want her to think about what she's doing to us and~~~"
"You are desperately trying to rekindle the flame you had with Sydney," Weiss concluded for him.
"First off, what Sydney and I had wasn't a flame, it was a boisterous fire of love that sometimes we didn't know what to do because it was so hot and uncontrollable," Michael beamed, and closed his eyes, imagining the fire and he could almost feel it on his cheek. "But then Sydney doesn't seem to want me anymore. She won't let me get a word in. I don't know, Eric, I don't know what Sydney wants anymore, I guess this love just burnt out."
Michael sighed, his expression a lot more colder and isolated. Weiss took the hint and turned back to his work. Michael also focused on his screen. He was on the official FBI site.
He pulled out a sheet of looseleaf scrawled with date that almost resembled chicken scratch.
"Marshall, Marshall, Marshall," Vaughn groaned to himself and then checked his watch. Marshall was at work.
He pulled out his cell and speed-dialed Marshall's number.
It picked up on half of the first ring.
"Marshall."
"Marshall, Agent Vaughn here. I was trying to log into the FBI site but I couldn't make out what you wrote for me. Can you come here and do the logging in yourself?"
"I will be there in ten minutes, tops. I'm just, I'm being kept quite busy by your boss, anyway, whew! And I've been asked to come up with a gadget that will be used on a mounting secret mission. I feel like I've been promoted! Ahem. Ten minutes, Agent Vaughn."
"Thank you, see you then," Vaughn replied cheerily but his expression changed the moment he got off the cell.
"Anything I may assist you with?"
Vaughn slowly raised his steely gaze at the disgustingly superior Agent Cowell.
"Agent Cowell, how long have you been standing ther?"
"Not long. If you think I was snooping around, I will tell you you're terribly mistaken."
"We'll see about that," Michael snarled but quickly returned to his professional demeanor. "How may I help you, Leighton?"
"I just wanted to know if you've heard from Agent Bristow," Agent Cowell replied, innocently.
"And exactly why is it any of your business whether I've contacted her or not?" Michael demanded, trying to psyche Cowell out. And if Cowell brought that he had, that would be an added bonus.
"As if I would tell anything to you, Agent Vaughn," Leighton said, lazily, out of character. "But then this is a matter of importance."
This caught Vaughn's attention.
"What matter of importance?"
"Well to my therapy plan and her future as a CIA Agent under my hand," Leighton pointed out as if Vaughn was clearly dense. "It hinders my performance if she keeps secrets from me."
"She's got a private life, Mr. Cowell," Vaughn thundered angrily. "But of course, you haven't known her long enough to know that."
"You're correct, Agent Vaughn. And that is why I am going to ask you to cooperate. Is there anything immediate in Sydney's future that I should know about?"
Michael studied Cowell for a second, wondering if this man made of ego could be making a genuine request, or if, as always, there was a catch.
"Suppose I knew something," Michael suggested, folding his arms. "Why would I tell you? Your plan was to keep me away from Agent Bristow, how do I know you're not just going to use the information to use it against me?"
Despite the fact, Cowell wasn't gaining any information, he smiled.
"Well Michael Vaughn, your noggin is not as empty or cluttered as I expected it to be. I'm impressed you can concentrate on something for more than five seconds and it not be, Agent Bristow," Cowell mused, raising his eyebrows.
Michael glared at him, wondering if what he was saying was a real compliment or not. "So, you were testing me?"
"Hardly," Leighton corrected, shaking his head. "I was very serious indeed,, but I know how you know nothing, I should have known Sydney wouldn't tell, even you."
"Now, wait a minute, Agent Cowell, or Dr. Cowell, or whatever role you're playing now, aren't you overstepping your boundaries? What Sydney and I do on a personal basis is none of your business!" Michael fumed, anger making his throat ache and dry.
"Until it reflects in your work," Leighton pointed out, sounding like he knew what he was saying. "But this is enough, lucky for you, Mr. Vaughn, I have more important things to do than interrogate you and how the Americans say, "make you feel like dire."
"Well this is just my lucky day," Michael cheered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I have one last thing to say before I let you get back to your uh~~~paperwork duties."
"And what would that be?"
"Sydney is being very protective of her life and her future and she's being very secretive. I don't think anybody knows her agenda, but I fathomed this up from what I do know. What she does next is not only going to change her life but everyone around her as well. That will include you, I believe."
With that Leighton cleared his throat, made a sharp about-face and walked off, the needs to his shoes clacking loudly.
Michael sat back in his chair and closed his eyes to shudder away the shivering sensation that had suddenly overcome his body.
It was because of Sydney, knew it was and now his blood was running cold.
It was one thing not to tell the "doctor," who hadn't proved he had a trustworthy bone in his body, but Sydney hadn't even told him.
Michael had a bad feeling about this, but he now he knew Sydney had been avoiding him. He just needed to find out she was thinking of doing that would most likely give his life a turn for the worst.
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Normally Kendall wouldn't offer coffee. In fact the organization ran like a well-oiled machine and it was because his agents threw themselves into their work, knowing what they did was serious and the mistakes they made could mean lives.
So they were usually too occupied to appear in his office for a "chat."
Except today was different.
Sydney Bristow had arrived in his office even before he'd set foot in it that morning.
"Coffee?" he asked, trying not to look alarmed. Kendall was not usually a really nice guy. He was usually bossy and gung-ho about work and the money, but he tried to act different in front of Bristow, following Cowell's advice.
"N~no, thank you," Sydney stammered, staring down at her hands, fumbling on her lap. She wondered why she was nervous. She shouldn't be. She'd thought and thought about it and it seemed the right thing to do.
So why did she feel like she had overlooked something vital?
Kendall shrugged, poured himself a cup and sat down before Sydney.
"Agent Bristow, mind telling me what this is about?" he broke in, not able to wait any longer.
"I apologize that I came in here without your permission but I needed to talk to you. And knowing how you don't want Agent Vaughn to know what is going on, I couldn't risk him seeing me," Sydney explained, daring Kendall to argue with her.
The light went on in his mind and he grinned.
"Come to a decision, have we?"
Sydney nodded.
"Earlier than I expected, Agent Bristow, but your surprises are second nature to me. What have you decided?"
Sydney paused, took a breath as she did some very quick last minute thinking. She closed her eyes to suppress her tears as she pulled a leaflet from her briefcase.
"I have decided to take on the mission concerning Project Christmas and victim, David Lansing," Sydney answered. "On one condition."
Kendall wasn't use to ultimatums getting thrown at him but he also understood how hard the two years must have been, even though she couldn't remember them and therefore, opted to cut her some slack. Besides, his beady eyes were curiously looking at the object Agent Bristow was putting onto his desk.
He picked up the folder and slid the contents out.
His eyes grew wide.
"Agent Bristow, it says here you want to transfer."
"That is correct, sir."
"Agent Bristow, it says you want to transfer to the British CIA."
"Yes, sir."
"May I ask who put this outrageous idea into your head?!"
"Nobody sir. It was my idea."
"But, why?"
"I've thought about my life and what my future would be, including my life without the CIA. And the truth is, staying in L.A is only going to put not only my life but the lives of the people I've known on hold. My coming back has thrown a lot of live into chaos. Vaughn doesn't believe he did the right thing getting married because I returned, yet if I didn't, he would have gone on learning to love his wife. My mother thought I was dead and when I appeared to her yesterday, she thought I was a clone send to decieve her. It seems as if it's better I didn't return. And had I known I'd been missing for two years~~~ I wouldn't have come back."
Sydney ranted on, keeping the words going, knowing if she paused to think she would lose the nerve.
Unfortunately, Kendall did not know how to handle it.
"Agent Bristow, I think a session with Cowell is in order," Kendall thundered, not knowing what else to say.
"No! No more session with Cowell. I hate him and I don't trust him."
"But he is your handler, Agent Bristow, and technically while you're on your mission, you work for the American CIA."
"Well, after that, he's not. I will find a handler myself or the British CIA Agency will."
"Bristow, be reasonable. You at least know Agent Cowell, and the plus is he's worked for the British Agency."
"Well none of that is going to be a problem because my work with Sloane is over, I'm no longer a double agent. I'm going to start over. I'm going to have a new alias established for me and go in as an entry-level agent. Then I could slowly work myself up into the British CIA."
"Well, what are you going to do about, "Sydney Bristow?" Kendall pushed, rubbing his head to soothe the headache not even caffeine would curb.
"Confirm her as dead. Erase my profile and make it like I never existed. The CIA is good at that right? And then if Sloane is the one who ruined my life, he'll no longer look for me," Sydney stated, boldly.
It was either boldly or being depressed.
"You've certainly thought this through."
"I have."
"Agent Bristow, are you 100% sure this is what you want? To be dead to all you know? Can you honestly live like that?"
"I've already died once in their hearts, Kendall. It's not going to be hard on them. They know I'm alive now, but without me here, they'll gradually go on as if I'd never come back."
Kendall studied Sydney and sighed.
She was serious.
"I will consider it and mull it over for a few nights before I give you my answer," Kendall told her.
"Yes, sir."
"And I suggest you do the same, Sydney," he concluded, a hint of genuine concern in his tone.
"Where do I go to start conditioning?" Sydney asked instead.
"You will be more thoroughly debriefed by Cowell and Dixon, now that he was returned. I, myself will join you later."
"Right," Sydney replied, not able to smile even though she knew she would finally see Dixon and he would see for the first time, that she was alive.
"You are excused, Agent Bristow."
Sydney gave a polite nod and rose from her seat. She exited the room quietly She was about to go down a certain hallway when she saw Michael was walking very quickly down in. She could barely suppress her sob as she concealed herself from him.
Soon she would never see his face again.
Soon, because of her own choice, "Sydney Bristow," would no longer exist.
OH NO! Sydney is leaving and Michael has no clue!!!!!!!!!!!! Stay Tuned! This is just getting better and better! 5 Reviews people and look for an update next week, same time, same place!!!
Love, Leo's l'il sista
Lots of love to my reviewers, abcdefg, melody anne ( thanks for your reviews!) alias gurl, the sheeplover, alpineracer88, spy kate, and the name that has to do with dark angel, can't think of it right now and whoever else who reviewed this is for you!
And I give you.
Part XI "The Other Side of the Story" Leo's l'il sista
"Good morning, sir," Vaughn greeted his boss who looked more testy than usual, if that was even possible.
"Vaughn, is it?" Kendall shot back, shoving his meaty hands into the pockets of his suit jacket. "Now, can it be possible you have that report for me you compiled on the drug bust on pier 31?"
"N~no, sir."
"No sir? Agent Vaughn, you were supposed to have completed that report and it was supposed to have been on my desk evenings ago!" he scowled, his face turning red with anger and irritation of Vaughn's subordinace.
"With all due respect, sir, I didn't have the time. You asked me to accompany Sydney to the meeting with who turned out to be her mother and Jack specifically asked me to set up the meeting. You've also assigned me to keep an eye on her until her emotional distress subsides," Vaughn stammered, trying to keep a straight face.
Kendall frowned. Fortunate for Michael, unfortunate for himself, the boss did remember that bit. Now he was wondering how foolish it had been for him to let Vaughn anywhere near Sydney Bristow. He might as well give him back his former job as Sydney's handler.
"Sir?"
"Right you are, Agent Vaughn, though if I had the power to undo things, I would," he stated firmly, making sure the young agent understood he still stood on his plan to keep Vaughn away from Sydney and her decisions.
"Well, what are you standing there for? I want that report and I want it by 1700 hours!" Kendall boomed, looking very severe. "I mean it, Agent Vaughn."
"Right, sir," Vaughn murmured, nodding his head to be polite.
"If anybody needs me, I will be in my office," Kendall announced as he did every morning and stalked off.
Vaughn watched him leave and then walked over to his desk and sat down in his black leather seat. His professional expression was replaced with that of disgust.
"Not a good morning for you, Mike?" Weiss inquired, setting a steaming cup of coffee on Vaughn's desk.
"Leave me alone, Weiss. Today I am really not in the mood," Michael shot back, pointedly and pulled a manilla folder from out of his desk.
"More the reason you should talk to me before you blow up at Sydney," Weiss teased.
The look on Michael gave him clearly told Weiss he had said something wrong.
"If looks could kill, sorry, Mike."
"It's fine, just don't do it again," Michael scolded him, adopting a smile.
"You still sleeping in a motel?"
"Every night," Michael answered, staring intently at his screen, purposely avoiding eye contact with his, "best friend."
"Man, Mike, this is going to be the sixth night. When are you going to stop running away?"
"I'm not running away," Michael argued, slamming his cup down. "It's just Jessica, she's not the woman I married anymore. I just want her to think about what she's doing to us and~~~"
"You are desperately trying to rekindle the flame you had with Sydney," Weiss concluded for him.
"First off, what Sydney and I had wasn't a flame, it was a boisterous fire of love that sometimes we didn't know what to do because it was so hot and uncontrollable," Michael beamed, and closed his eyes, imagining the fire and he could almost feel it on his cheek. "But then Sydney doesn't seem to want me anymore. She won't let me get a word in. I don't know, Eric, I don't know what Sydney wants anymore, I guess this love just burnt out."
Michael sighed, his expression a lot more colder and isolated. Weiss took the hint and turned back to his work. Michael also focused on his screen. He was on the official FBI site.
He pulled out a sheet of looseleaf scrawled with date that almost resembled chicken scratch.
"Marshall, Marshall, Marshall," Vaughn groaned to himself and then checked his watch. Marshall was at work.
He pulled out his cell and speed-dialed Marshall's number.
It picked up on half of the first ring.
"Marshall."
"Marshall, Agent Vaughn here. I was trying to log into the FBI site but I couldn't make out what you wrote for me. Can you come here and do the logging in yourself?"
"I will be there in ten minutes, tops. I'm just, I'm being kept quite busy by your boss, anyway, whew! And I've been asked to come up with a gadget that will be used on a mounting secret mission. I feel like I've been promoted! Ahem. Ten minutes, Agent Vaughn."
"Thank you, see you then," Vaughn replied cheerily but his expression changed the moment he got off the cell.
"Anything I may assist you with?"
Vaughn slowly raised his steely gaze at the disgustingly superior Agent Cowell.
"Agent Cowell, how long have you been standing ther?"
"Not long. If you think I was snooping around, I will tell you you're terribly mistaken."
"We'll see about that," Michael snarled but quickly returned to his professional demeanor. "How may I help you, Leighton?"
"I just wanted to know if you've heard from Agent Bristow," Agent Cowell replied, innocently.
"And exactly why is it any of your business whether I've contacted her or not?" Michael demanded, trying to psyche Cowell out. And if Cowell brought that he had, that would be an added bonus.
"As if I would tell anything to you, Agent Vaughn," Leighton said, lazily, out of character. "But then this is a matter of importance."
This caught Vaughn's attention.
"What matter of importance?"
"Well to my therapy plan and her future as a CIA Agent under my hand," Leighton pointed out as if Vaughn was clearly dense. "It hinders my performance if she keeps secrets from me."
"She's got a private life, Mr. Cowell," Vaughn thundered angrily. "But of course, you haven't known her long enough to know that."
"You're correct, Agent Vaughn. And that is why I am going to ask you to cooperate. Is there anything immediate in Sydney's future that I should know about?"
Michael studied Cowell for a second, wondering if this man made of ego could be making a genuine request, or if, as always, there was a catch.
"Suppose I knew something," Michael suggested, folding his arms. "Why would I tell you? Your plan was to keep me away from Agent Bristow, how do I know you're not just going to use the information to use it against me?"
Despite the fact, Cowell wasn't gaining any information, he smiled.
"Well Michael Vaughn, your noggin is not as empty or cluttered as I expected it to be. I'm impressed you can concentrate on something for more than five seconds and it not be, Agent Bristow," Cowell mused, raising his eyebrows.
Michael glared at him, wondering if what he was saying was a real compliment or not. "So, you were testing me?"
"Hardly," Leighton corrected, shaking his head. "I was very serious indeed,, but I know how you know nothing, I should have known Sydney wouldn't tell, even you."
"Now, wait a minute, Agent Cowell, or Dr. Cowell, or whatever role you're playing now, aren't you overstepping your boundaries? What Sydney and I do on a personal basis is none of your business!" Michael fumed, anger making his throat ache and dry.
"Until it reflects in your work," Leighton pointed out, sounding like he knew what he was saying. "But this is enough, lucky for you, Mr. Vaughn, I have more important things to do than interrogate you and how the Americans say, "make you feel like dire."
"Well this is just my lucky day," Michael cheered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I have one last thing to say before I let you get back to your uh~~~paperwork duties."
"And what would that be?"
"Sydney is being very protective of her life and her future and she's being very secretive. I don't think anybody knows her agenda, but I fathomed this up from what I do know. What she does next is not only going to change her life but everyone around her as well. That will include you, I believe."
With that Leighton cleared his throat, made a sharp about-face and walked off, the needs to his shoes clacking loudly.
Michael sat back in his chair and closed his eyes to shudder away the shivering sensation that had suddenly overcome his body.
It was because of Sydney, knew it was and now his blood was running cold.
It was one thing not to tell the "doctor," who hadn't proved he had a trustworthy bone in his body, but Sydney hadn't even told him.
Michael had a bad feeling about this, but he now he knew Sydney had been avoiding him. He just needed to find out she was thinking of doing that would most likely give his life a turn for the worst.
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Normally Kendall wouldn't offer coffee. In fact the organization ran like a well-oiled machine and it was because his agents threw themselves into their work, knowing what they did was serious and the mistakes they made could mean lives.
So they were usually too occupied to appear in his office for a "chat."
Except today was different.
Sydney Bristow had arrived in his office even before he'd set foot in it that morning.
"Coffee?" he asked, trying not to look alarmed. Kendall was not usually a really nice guy. He was usually bossy and gung-ho about work and the money, but he tried to act different in front of Bristow, following Cowell's advice.
"N~no, thank you," Sydney stammered, staring down at her hands, fumbling on her lap. She wondered why she was nervous. She shouldn't be. She'd thought and thought about it and it seemed the right thing to do.
So why did she feel like she had overlooked something vital?
Kendall shrugged, poured himself a cup and sat down before Sydney.
"Agent Bristow, mind telling me what this is about?" he broke in, not able to wait any longer.
"I apologize that I came in here without your permission but I needed to talk to you. And knowing how you don't want Agent Vaughn to know what is going on, I couldn't risk him seeing me," Sydney explained, daring Kendall to argue with her.
The light went on in his mind and he grinned.
"Come to a decision, have we?"
Sydney nodded.
"Earlier than I expected, Agent Bristow, but your surprises are second nature to me. What have you decided?"
Sydney paused, took a breath as she did some very quick last minute thinking. She closed her eyes to suppress her tears as she pulled a leaflet from her briefcase.
"I have decided to take on the mission concerning Project Christmas and victim, David Lansing," Sydney answered. "On one condition."
Kendall wasn't use to ultimatums getting thrown at him but he also understood how hard the two years must have been, even though she couldn't remember them and therefore, opted to cut her some slack. Besides, his beady eyes were curiously looking at the object Agent Bristow was putting onto his desk.
He picked up the folder and slid the contents out.
His eyes grew wide.
"Agent Bristow, it says here you want to transfer."
"That is correct, sir."
"Agent Bristow, it says you want to transfer to the British CIA."
"Yes, sir."
"May I ask who put this outrageous idea into your head?!"
"Nobody sir. It was my idea."
"But, why?"
"I've thought about my life and what my future would be, including my life without the CIA. And the truth is, staying in L.A is only going to put not only my life but the lives of the people I've known on hold. My coming back has thrown a lot of live into chaos. Vaughn doesn't believe he did the right thing getting married because I returned, yet if I didn't, he would have gone on learning to love his wife. My mother thought I was dead and when I appeared to her yesterday, she thought I was a clone send to decieve her. It seems as if it's better I didn't return. And had I known I'd been missing for two years~~~ I wouldn't have come back."
Sydney ranted on, keeping the words going, knowing if she paused to think she would lose the nerve.
Unfortunately, Kendall did not know how to handle it.
"Agent Bristow, I think a session with Cowell is in order," Kendall thundered, not knowing what else to say.
"No! No more session with Cowell. I hate him and I don't trust him."
"But he is your handler, Agent Bristow, and technically while you're on your mission, you work for the American CIA."
"Well, after that, he's not. I will find a handler myself or the British CIA Agency will."
"Bristow, be reasonable. You at least know Agent Cowell, and the plus is he's worked for the British Agency."
"Well none of that is going to be a problem because my work with Sloane is over, I'm no longer a double agent. I'm going to start over. I'm going to have a new alias established for me and go in as an entry-level agent. Then I could slowly work myself up into the British CIA."
"Well, what are you going to do about, "Sydney Bristow?" Kendall pushed, rubbing his head to soothe the headache not even caffeine would curb.
"Confirm her as dead. Erase my profile and make it like I never existed. The CIA is good at that right? And then if Sloane is the one who ruined my life, he'll no longer look for me," Sydney stated, boldly.
It was either boldly or being depressed.
"You've certainly thought this through."
"I have."
"Agent Bristow, are you 100% sure this is what you want? To be dead to all you know? Can you honestly live like that?"
"I've already died once in their hearts, Kendall. It's not going to be hard on them. They know I'm alive now, but without me here, they'll gradually go on as if I'd never come back."
Kendall studied Sydney and sighed.
She was serious.
"I will consider it and mull it over for a few nights before I give you my answer," Kendall told her.
"Yes, sir."
"And I suggest you do the same, Sydney," he concluded, a hint of genuine concern in his tone.
"Where do I go to start conditioning?" Sydney asked instead.
"You will be more thoroughly debriefed by Cowell and Dixon, now that he was returned. I, myself will join you later."
"Right," Sydney replied, not able to smile even though she knew she would finally see Dixon and he would see for the first time, that she was alive.
"You are excused, Agent Bristow."
Sydney gave a polite nod and rose from her seat. She exited the room quietly She was about to go down a certain hallway when she saw Michael was walking very quickly down in. She could barely suppress her sob as she concealed herself from him.
Soon she would never see his face again.
Soon, because of her own choice, "Sydney Bristow," would no longer exist.
OH NO! Sydney is leaving and Michael has no clue!!!!!!!!!!!! Stay Tuned! This is just getting better and better! 5 Reviews people and look for an update next week, same time, same place!!!
Love, Leo's l'il sista
