Redemption
Chapter Three
Hearing Weiss' cry Vaughn turned around and saw his friend out cold. "What happened?"
"He was giving her the needle and she decked him," one of the tact agents leaned over and checked Weiss' pulse. "Two fists right in the eyes, that's really going to leave a shiner."
Vaughn chuckled, "knocked out by a semi conscious teenager, Weiss is going to love that."
Sydney checked Kathryn; "she's out again."
Vaughn picked up the syringe and finished the injection. "A good shot and a nasty right hook, makes you wonder what else we don't know about her.."
"I'm a complicated girl," she winced as Sydney applied a cool compress to the burns on her right arm.
"Sorry," Sydney apologized and wrapped the compress with gauze. "Are you in or out?" she asked speaking of her level of consciousness.
"In, for the moment," she smiled faintly. "They gave me something, I don't know what it was but it hurt like a bitch. I need sugar."
Sydney and Vaughn searched around but couldn't find any candies or anything to give her. "It's okay," she whispered. "I can wait." Her vision was blurred but cleared momentarily as she blinked. "Do I know you?" she asked Sydney who was wrapping up her other arm.
Sydney's eyes met Vaughn's momentarily before she responded her voice shaking. "No Katy, I don't think so."
"You remind me of someone," she smiled faintly. Sydney didn't respond and Kathryn could tell that there was something else, something she wasn't saying. "Only my mom called me Katy-"
"Hey what about this?" Vaughn interrupted holding up a melted Kit Kat chocolate bar he'd found in his bag.
"Perfect," Katy opened her mouth and eagerly sucked the chocolate remnants off his finger. She shook her head refusing more chocolate. "In a minute. What did you give me? The needle?"
"It's insulin," Sydney spread a blanket over Kathryn and took her hand squeezing it gently.
"It's not working."
"Give it some time," Vaughn held out another chocolate finger which she accepted.
"I can't feel my legs," Katy said softly and looked up at Sydney.
Sydney gave her a quick smile and took her hand squeezing it gently within her own. She was sure that there must have been some kind of mistake. Kathryn Sullivan was just a scared vulnerable girl, who didn't deserve anything that was happening to her, she couldn't possibly be a threat to anyone. "Its probably just from the drug they gave you." She gave Kathryn a reassuring smile. "It will wear off, you're going to be fine, just close your eyes and rest." Sydney stroked her hair softly and Kathryn's eyes slowly shut, moments later she was unconscious again. "Vaughn-" Sydney slowly brought her hand up from under Katy's neck, it was covered in blood.
Vaughn checked Katy's pulse, it was low and weak but steady enough he then turned her onto her side and checked the wound at the base of her scull. "Sydney, she's going to be fine, It's just a scratch." He swallowed hard and squeezed Syd's hand reassuringly. "She'll be fine, don't get ahead of yourself."
"I know," she nodded. She blinked away some tears, not knowing if they were coming from sheer exhaustion or from this girl who could potentially, could possibly, be her sister.
~ ~ ~
Jack sat in the car at the landing strip. The helicopter would be there any minute and he still didn't have a clue as to how to handle the situation, should he tell the girl about her mother? If indeed Irina Derevko was her mother that was. It was a difficult situation not even knowing why the Covent had taken her in the first place, if she was a liability, would The Covent come after her, there were a lot of possibilities and a lot of unanswered questions. There was one thing that he kept returning to, The Covent wouldn't have taken her if she didn't know something and he was determined to find out exactly what that was.
He got out of the car as the helicopter approached and waited until the propellers had slowed before walking up to the chopper. The tact team got out first followed by Weiss who was holding an icepack to his eyes and then Sydney. He handed her the bottle of orange juice. "One of Marshall's cocktails."
"Great, she needs it." Sydney unscrewed the lid on the bottle.
"Jack, can you take her?" Vaughn passed Kathryn to him and got out of the helicopter. "She's been in and out of consciousness the entire trip, but right now she's awake."
Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. The girl was a mess; blood caked her multicolored hair and covered half her face; her face was slick with sweat and she shivered. Her eyes were red and swollen and moving her hair aside revealed a nasty gash on her left temple- and that was just her face.
Sydney held the bottle of orange juice as Kathryn drank it until she began gagging and choking, spitting it back up.
"Alright, that's enough," Jack's voice broke the silence and Sydney closed the bottle. "We're going to take her back to the Op Center for debriefing, Dixon called a doctor, she'll meet us there." Gently Jack set her down inside the limo and got in followed by Vaughn and Sydney. "Has she said anything?" he asked Sydney.
She shook her head, "nothing that makes any sense anyway."
The ride to the CIA Operations center was quiet; each agent was lost in their own thoughts piecing together the day's events. Upon arriving at the Center, Jack carried Kathryn inside and put her on the couch in his office where the doctor treated her.
The mission debriefing was quick; everyone was exhausted just wanting to get home, into a hot shower and a few hours of sleep. Sydney had to avert her eyes at points as they watched the recorded footage of Kathryn; she'd taken from the video camera. None of the guards or other men in the video matched their computerized database. They'd given her The Truth Serum; a painful injection designed to get the receiver of the serum to tell the truth. It hadn't worked Kathryn's answers to their questions were still the same, no matter how many times they asked her, or what they did. Holding a candle to her skin until she screamed hadn't worked and neither had the sharp pins inserted into her shoulders and chest. Kathryn Sullivan was just an innocent victim in a world she knew nothing about.
"Dad?" Sydney approached her father after he had finished speaking with the doctor. "How is she?"
"Asleep." Jack sat down on a chair. "The doctor cleaned her up, washed her hair and stitched up the back of her head. She changed the bandages on her burns and pulled quite a bit of glass out of her feet, her captor apparently decided that giving her shoes was deemed inappropriate. The doctor gave her something to help her sleep for the time being. I'm going to stay here and question her when she wakes up."
"I'll stay-"
"Sydney, no," Jack shook his head. "Go home, get some sleep, we won't know anything until morning anyway. I have work to do."
Sydney nodded and turned to leave, "Dad, go easy on her, she's been through a lot."
Jack nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good Night."
Going into his office Jack paused briefly near the doorway and watched Kathryn sleep for several moments. He took off his suit jacket and covered her with it before sitting down at his desk. He wasn't sure how long he watched her before he finally turned to his computer and continued his quest for information about Kathryn Sullivan, Paul Sullivan, Alison Porter and something called The Contessa.
Chapter Three
Hearing Weiss' cry Vaughn turned around and saw his friend out cold. "What happened?"
"He was giving her the needle and she decked him," one of the tact agents leaned over and checked Weiss' pulse. "Two fists right in the eyes, that's really going to leave a shiner."
Vaughn chuckled, "knocked out by a semi conscious teenager, Weiss is going to love that."
Sydney checked Kathryn; "she's out again."
Vaughn picked up the syringe and finished the injection. "A good shot and a nasty right hook, makes you wonder what else we don't know about her.."
"I'm a complicated girl," she winced as Sydney applied a cool compress to the burns on her right arm.
"Sorry," Sydney apologized and wrapped the compress with gauze. "Are you in or out?" she asked speaking of her level of consciousness.
"In, for the moment," she smiled faintly. "They gave me something, I don't know what it was but it hurt like a bitch. I need sugar."
Sydney and Vaughn searched around but couldn't find any candies or anything to give her. "It's okay," she whispered. "I can wait." Her vision was blurred but cleared momentarily as she blinked. "Do I know you?" she asked Sydney who was wrapping up her other arm.
Sydney's eyes met Vaughn's momentarily before she responded her voice shaking. "No Katy, I don't think so."
"You remind me of someone," she smiled faintly. Sydney didn't respond and Kathryn could tell that there was something else, something she wasn't saying. "Only my mom called me Katy-"
"Hey what about this?" Vaughn interrupted holding up a melted Kit Kat chocolate bar he'd found in his bag.
"Perfect," Katy opened her mouth and eagerly sucked the chocolate remnants off his finger. She shook her head refusing more chocolate. "In a minute. What did you give me? The needle?"
"It's insulin," Sydney spread a blanket over Kathryn and took her hand squeezing it gently.
"It's not working."
"Give it some time," Vaughn held out another chocolate finger which she accepted.
"I can't feel my legs," Katy said softly and looked up at Sydney.
Sydney gave her a quick smile and took her hand squeezing it gently within her own. She was sure that there must have been some kind of mistake. Kathryn Sullivan was just a scared vulnerable girl, who didn't deserve anything that was happening to her, she couldn't possibly be a threat to anyone. "Its probably just from the drug they gave you." She gave Kathryn a reassuring smile. "It will wear off, you're going to be fine, just close your eyes and rest." Sydney stroked her hair softly and Kathryn's eyes slowly shut, moments later she was unconscious again. "Vaughn-" Sydney slowly brought her hand up from under Katy's neck, it was covered in blood.
Vaughn checked Katy's pulse, it was low and weak but steady enough he then turned her onto her side and checked the wound at the base of her scull. "Sydney, she's going to be fine, It's just a scratch." He swallowed hard and squeezed Syd's hand reassuringly. "She'll be fine, don't get ahead of yourself."
"I know," she nodded. She blinked away some tears, not knowing if they were coming from sheer exhaustion or from this girl who could potentially, could possibly, be her sister.
~ ~ ~
Jack sat in the car at the landing strip. The helicopter would be there any minute and he still didn't have a clue as to how to handle the situation, should he tell the girl about her mother? If indeed Irina Derevko was her mother that was. It was a difficult situation not even knowing why the Covent had taken her in the first place, if she was a liability, would The Covent come after her, there were a lot of possibilities and a lot of unanswered questions. There was one thing that he kept returning to, The Covent wouldn't have taken her if she didn't know something and he was determined to find out exactly what that was.
He got out of the car as the helicopter approached and waited until the propellers had slowed before walking up to the chopper. The tact team got out first followed by Weiss who was holding an icepack to his eyes and then Sydney. He handed her the bottle of orange juice. "One of Marshall's cocktails."
"Great, she needs it." Sydney unscrewed the lid on the bottle.
"Jack, can you take her?" Vaughn passed Kathryn to him and got out of the helicopter. "She's been in and out of consciousness the entire trip, but right now she's awake."
Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. The girl was a mess; blood caked her multicolored hair and covered half her face; her face was slick with sweat and she shivered. Her eyes were red and swollen and moving her hair aside revealed a nasty gash on her left temple- and that was just her face.
Sydney held the bottle of orange juice as Kathryn drank it until she began gagging and choking, spitting it back up.
"Alright, that's enough," Jack's voice broke the silence and Sydney closed the bottle. "We're going to take her back to the Op Center for debriefing, Dixon called a doctor, she'll meet us there." Gently Jack set her down inside the limo and got in followed by Vaughn and Sydney. "Has she said anything?" he asked Sydney.
She shook her head, "nothing that makes any sense anyway."
The ride to the CIA Operations center was quiet; each agent was lost in their own thoughts piecing together the day's events. Upon arriving at the Center, Jack carried Kathryn inside and put her on the couch in his office where the doctor treated her.
The mission debriefing was quick; everyone was exhausted just wanting to get home, into a hot shower and a few hours of sleep. Sydney had to avert her eyes at points as they watched the recorded footage of Kathryn; she'd taken from the video camera. None of the guards or other men in the video matched their computerized database. They'd given her The Truth Serum; a painful injection designed to get the receiver of the serum to tell the truth. It hadn't worked Kathryn's answers to their questions were still the same, no matter how many times they asked her, or what they did. Holding a candle to her skin until she screamed hadn't worked and neither had the sharp pins inserted into her shoulders and chest. Kathryn Sullivan was just an innocent victim in a world she knew nothing about.
"Dad?" Sydney approached her father after he had finished speaking with the doctor. "How is she?"
"Asleep." Jack sat down on a chair. "The doctor cleaned her up, washed her hair and stitched up the back of her head. She changed the bandages on her burns and pulled quite a bit of glass out of her feet, her captor apparently decided that giving her shoes was deemed inappropriate. The doctor gave her something to help her sleep for the time being. I'm going to stay here and question her when she wakes up."
"I'll stay-"
"Sydney, no," Jack shook his head. "Go home, get some sleep, we won't know anything until morning anyway. I have work to do."
Sydney nodded and turned to leave, "Dad, go easy on her, she's been through a lot."
Jack nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good Night."
Going into his office Jack paused briefly near the doorway and watched Kathryn sleep for several moments. He took off his suit jacket and covered her with it before sitting down at his desk. He wasn't sure how long he watched her before he finally turned to his computer and continued his quest for information about Kathryn Sullivan, Paul Sullivan, Alison Porter and something called The Contessa.