Title: Consequences
Summary: Vaughn, Sydney and Lauren deal with the consequences of Senator Reed's death in different ways.
Disclaimer: Sadly I own neither Alias nor any of the characters.
Spoilers: Set after 3.17 'The Frame', but AU after that.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This story contains non-graphic F/F and M/F.
Chapter four
Vaughn arrived at the base half an hour later, he wore no suit and his hair was a mess, but Dixon knew he had a lot on his mind. The last time they had lost Sydney it had been for two painfully long years. Vaughn had thrown what he thought were Sydney's ashes into the ocean, he had mourned her for months, then he had found Lauren and some hope of a future without Sydney. When Sydney had turned up again it had almost destroyed Vaughn. He was stuck between his wife and the woman he thought of as his soul mate.
Dixon briefed him on what they knew, it didn't take long, then Vaughn found Jack on his way out of the building. "Jack!" The older man stopped reluctantly and turned to face Vaughn. "You're going to find Syd on our own aren't you? No CIA guidelines and rules to get in the way?" Two years ago Jack would have punched Vaughn for talking to him like that, but then a lot had changed in two years. Including the older agent's respect for the man his daughter loved. "I want in."
They arrived at Jack's locker full of weapons and resources and he ordered Vaughn to pack various items he had on a list. Then he went to a laptop that sat on a desk in the corner and began typing intently.
"I managed to require something that the CIA couldn't. The surveillance tape from the VIP area."
"But it was wiped, how did you get it?" Vaughn asked suspiciously, part of him wondering if Jack had wiped the tape.
"I was keeping an eye on Sydney. I had my computer copying the feed as it happened. It shows that Sark wasn't the one who got Sydney. The build of the person would suggest it was a woman."
"Allison?"
"It's quite possible. When I saw the surveillance I checked out other cameras in the area and managed to track the car the assailant used to an old warehouse twenty miles from the club. If Syd's there it will be heavily guarded. So I think we should gather intelligence before we move in."
"How?" Jack smiled as he picked up his gun and loaded it. "I believe it's time we paid Mr. Sark a visit. He's in a hotel in Rome. We can be there in a few hours...I need to know you can go through with this Vaughn. We're not playing by CIA rules." Vaughn picked up the nearest untraceable handgun and nodded.
"I'd do anything for Sydney. Neither of us can afford to lose her again."
