Title:Ms. Thorne
Chapter 8: Connect the dots
Rating:PG-13
Summary:a/u...it branches off before episode 11:full disclosure...Well basically Sydney goes into an treatment to get her memories back but comes out as Julia.
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To my reviewers
Andrew-Squee: I still love the fact that u read my story..thanks for reading /reviewing..
Vaughn is hot:im totally into Vaughn too…smiles..he is soooo hot…thanks for reviewing…I hope it wasn't too long for you..
Grouchy:everyone is so excited that she remembers something…this next part is going to get tricky…teaser: I hope you read the books…
livingArtemis: I love the name…and for the longest.. im working on it.. i cant seem to make it over 4 pages…but im going to get there
(a/n)alright everyone who has reviewed so far is glad that she is remembering and wants the chapters to be longer…I admit the last chapter was short… but I really wanted to get something out for you so I pushed it and I didn't really get any of the plot out…but this next chapter should help with the length and should satisfy the plotline..as always if you have any request I will happy to work them in..and you all have to bear with me because I have no idea where this story is going to end up..i only have this chapter then I have to think of a new idea which is probably why I take so long to come out with the next chapter..what else?ohh I hope you have read the books because I have a nice little spot of that in the next chapter you will still get it but it is always nice to know the full story of those encounters..alright read enjoy review…
Recap
When she came to, they made Sydney tell everything that she knew about herself which was actually Julia's life. It was the same except for one moment. She said her middle name was Ann. It was the beginning to find Sydney Ann Bristow again.
The doctors' faces snapped up. They glanced at each other in mild shock. "Can you repeat that again, Miss?"
She sighed trying to regain her compose so she wouldn't smack these big geeks in the head. Life saving geeks but at the same time very very annoying geeks. "My name is Julia Ann Thorne. "she gritted her teeth. "My name is on the file you are scribbling on. It is exactly the same as what I just said"
"Yes, of course Miss." They continued on in the questioning hoping that something else had slipped up. But at the end, it was just the middle name. Progress is progress no matter how little the detail is.
They moved her back into her cell. She fell into her cot and drifted off to sleep. She woke up to the sounds of the gates rising.
"Hello Julia Thorne as unruffled as always."
"Hello Eric Weiss. To what to I owe this pleasure?"
"We need you in the field."
"What?"she asked purely bewildered.
"Yes. I was surprised too. But I don't make the orders. I just send them out."
She took a second and composed herself. "Where am I going?"
He observed her carefully clocking the tiem it took for her to compose herself. "That part I actually don't know yet. But someone will be along to tell you that soon enough. I was just sent to give you the heads up that you have leaving in a day or so."
"Ok. So when am I getting debriefed?"
"In a couple hours by someone more in the loop than me."
"OK. "she paused and looked at him questioning. "You aren't in the loop?"
"I am but my mind can't help but wonder."
She let out a short laugh while Eric looked sheepish. "Thanks Eirc I needed a laugh. You are a special one."
"That's what my mom tells me." Which of course drew another laugh from Julia. But sadly it was cut off by the ring of Eric's cell phone.
He turned away from her "Weiss. Yes. Yes. Actually I'm with Thorne right now. Yes sir. Yes. I will sir. "he phone snapped shut. He turned on the point and looks at her. "Come on Julia, time to get debriefed."
Shortly after that Julia was blindfolded and taken to an office about 4.5 seconds away from her cell. Actually it was 4.5 seconds in an elevator and 8 seconds to and from the elevators. It was good to use her spy tricks again. Although it almost seemed pointless for her to have a blindfold on when she had been there for as long as she had. But protocol was protocol. She was seated in a chair and the blind fold was taken off. She barely had enough time to glance around the room before her escorts left the room. And milliseconds later, Vaughn burst into the room.
Slightly out of breathe, he asked "Julia?"he straightened the crookedness of his tie caused by the short run to his office. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."
"I can tell." she observed him with a cool composure.
Wary of her glaze, Vaughn walked to his desk. She continued to stare at him as if she was in a trance.
"Julia? You there?"
"Michael we have met before haven't we?"
"Mr. Bristow Director Dixon is busy. I will tell you stopped by to see him." He glanced at her as she rambled on. And in typical Jack fashion, he ignored her. He brushed past her desk and let himself into Dixon's office.
True to his secretary's words, he was busy on the phone. Jack slipped the file onto Dixon's desk. From the time Jack first arrived, he spared Jack his first glance. He snapped to attention and was shortly off the phone.
"What is this Jack?"
"The reason why we are failing our missions."
"The covenant? What? Did you put them in a file for us to arrest?" his light humor was lost on Jack.
"I believe we have a mole." he stated calmly. "In that file is the everyone who has a viable chance to be the mole. But the first person is the most likely."
"Jack? Are you sure?" Dixon said as he started to read the first repot finding out who it is. "You think Lauren is the mole."
"Yes. She has all the resources and there are differences when it comes to her records. She is too skilled for only farm training."
"She did well in the farm Jack that doesn't mean anything."
"No one is as good as she is if you only had the farm."
He brushed past this. "What is our next step?"
"Protocol. Follow capture arrest."
"Ok." he paused "Jack where did you get this lead?"
"Julia."
"Just because she is your daughter doesn't mean that what she said was true."
"Right now she isn't my daughter. She is an assassin who works for the covenant. She knows the players and that is why we keep her around." 'Just like Irina.' he thought.
"Our next step is to follow her. Then we will decide if she is the mole or not. Alright Jack." Dixon said in his authoritative voice. Jack nodded. "I will see you later."
"One more thing Director Dixon."
"Yes Jack?"
"Is Julia going on a mission today?"
"Yes she is prepping to leave."
"Don't you think I should have known about that?"
"You would have." He paused and glanced around the room. "Jack right now the pressure on this task force is crippling us. Washington wants results. And Julia is the fastest and easiest way of getting them. I was going to have a general briefing in half an hour to tell everyone. Can this wait until then?"
"Fine." With that Jack turned and walked away.
"What are you talking about Julia?" he said hopeful that Julia had finally become Sydney.
"We've met before. I didn't recognize you till now. Wow. Would ya look at that sugar? I met you before the glass wall." She said accenting her words to sound southern.
Vaughn's hope fell. She was still Julia but she could be remembering some of Sydney. "What? When?" he questioned.
"I don't know exactly. I was a fresh face back then. I wasn't more than eighteen." She said. Her eyes glazing over trying to remember the details of meeting Michael for the first time. "We were an abandoned pizzeria. I was wearing the ugliest outfit ever. No wait I take that back. You were wearing the ugliest outfit ever." She laughed. "You went undercover as a hobo."
"What?" he paused and thought it over harder. "When was I dressed like a homeless person?" He shook his head "I'll look into it. Anyways we were supposed to talking about your first mission."
"Hit me with it Mike." She said
He slid a file towards her. "You are going to Geneva. There is an man there that should be checked out. We want you to go."
"Is this a covenant mission?"
"It could be. He is a hired hand. And he was mixing around with some interesting people. Then suddenly he gota pile full of money and we want to know why. Considering your previous title, we think you are the best for the job."
"So what do I do if someone asks where I was?"
"You tell them the truth. You were underground; keeping a low profile. And you thought it was time to get back into the game." Vaughn said patiently.
"Who am I looking for?"
"His name is Andrew Louis. 5'8. 210. Caucasian. Black hair. Brown eyes. He hangs out at a low key bar called Shadow. He speaks German, Russian, Spanish and English."
"Do you have any suggestions on how I get in?"
"It doesn't matter to us. All we need to know is what he did to get the money. You may act at your discretion."
"Sounds pretty straight forward." She said as she looked over the file. She paused. "Are you coming with me?"
"I don't know for sure. But you will be going with a familiar face. The official briefing starts in about a minute." He checked his clock again. "Damn. Alright I have to go to the meeting. I'll see you before you go. I promise."
Four hours later, Julia was in a car being transported to the local airport. Waiting for her there was a jet and Michael. She brought nothing with her. Everything she would need for the mission was provided for on the plane. So she slipped out of the non descript black van and walk straight to the jet. When she was aboard the plane, she was pleasantly surprised to hear Michael's voice when the phone rang.
"Thorne here."
"Hey you."
"Hey!" she said dropping her defenses.
As he heard the change in her tone, he sighed. "I'm sorry Jules I won't be able to see you before you take off." He said
"At the risk of sounding six, you promised."
He laughed. "I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you a doll when you get back."
"Not Barbie?" she asked hopefully
"Not Barbie." He said reassuringly. "Well if all things go as planned you should be leaving in like three minutes. Well Jules be careful ok? I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"I'll be fine. A trainee could do this."
"Just be careful."
"OK Michael. I say ironically I promise."
He smiled even though she couldn't see it. "Alright strap in. Come back in one piece ok?"
"That was best you could do? After the whole nothing bad to happen to me. That's weak Vaughn weak."
"Stop being such a smart ass. I'll see you soon."
"See you soon Michael. Wait Mike, fight over?" she questioned hopefully.
"Fight over." He said without hesitation. "Get home soon so you can pick out your non- Barbie doll."
The crappy music was blasting from two bit speaker in three parts of the room. When Vaughn said low key bar, she didn't think it would be so tacky. But she gave it to Louis. She would have never had thought to check for a hired hand in a crummy place like this. But true to form, Louis was there. Slightly drunk, but that can be used to her own advantage.
She walked in there blonde hair flowing. The people were drawn to her by her clothes. There was nothing spectacular about them. But in this dreary bar, she stuck out. The soft pink sweater and knee length skirt were a far cry from the jeans and torn shirts of the others. And that was exactly what she was going for; noticeable but not come and hit on me. Andrew glanced up as his companions' eyes shifted from him to her. He lifted his hand to signal her over. She sent him a questioning look as if to say "Who me?" She walked her way to him.
"Hello." She said. Taking the first steps meant taking control. "Are you Andrew Louis?"
"My reputation exceeds me. Yes I am he. And you?"
"Julia Thorne. Let's talk."
"That sounded like an order pretty lady."
"I like to think of it as an invitation."
"Richie, give Miss Thorne your seat." And they did. The people traveled around with him were like mindless cows. "What can I help you with Ms. Thorne?"
"Me? I'm just a nice girl. But I need a job desperately." She said to look down at her hands conveying her helplessness. But she looked up at him her eye bright with 'hope'. "And I heard that you hit the jackpot with your previous boss."
"Yes my previous employer was very good to me."he glanced at her. "Are you in the business?"
"Yes I am. Can you tell me what you did on your old job?"
"I don't know pretty girl. There is a certain amount of loyalty to the employer."
"Ah. Come on. I won't tell anyone I promise."
"If I tell you, it won't be here."
"I'll make it worth your while." She said in a sultry tone.
"Well then let's go back to my place sweetie pie."
She almost gagged at the sound of that line but she repressed it. "I'm game sugar." She said smoothly
With that they all left the bar and walked about 5 minutes north to his apartment. Surprisingly, it was a lovely place. It looked like the entire place had been decorated by a professional. Creamy colours wall to wall. Accents in the right corners of the room. It was picture perfect. Andrew and Julia went off to his office while the rest of his 'friends' stayed in the pristine living room.
"No that it is just us, what would you like to know?"
THUD. THUD. THUD. The dull hammering echoed around her. The bass of the music was drilling into her skull. At a cursory look around the room, she noticed that no one was watching her. She was just a normal girl out dancing. Just a normal girl who had a pack of men chasing her through the streets of Geneva. She had managed to make it through the streets. Now all that was left was to leave the country. But even before she could get to that, she had to survive the club first.
'Follow the beat Jules. You can do this. Just move to the music. Just a girl having a good time. Smile, don't forget to smile.' she thought encouraging herself through the club. 'Who are you kidding? You're an assassin. Long distance. You aren't a disguise kind of girl.' But contrary to her thoughts she was doing fine. There was a sea of blonde hair that would keep her concealed for the meantime. She just had to think of a plan to get out of there. If she could just get to the nearest pay phone, she could contact the CIA and someone would come and get her.
'Think Jules. One step at a time, first you lose the tail. Check. Then you find a phone. Then contact the CIA. Then you can go and pick out your doll. Alright now you have a plan. Put it into action.'
She stumbled out of the club. She turned towards the bouncer and asked "Can you point me to the American embassy?"
"Sorry ma'am it is closed that this time."
"Oh." she paused
"Miss, are you ok?" he noticed that her eyes kept wandering.
"I will be. Thanks." She said taking off. And just in time because her chasers just left the club.
(a/n)holy moley…im so proud…alright here is the next chapter I hope you all liked it…read and review!