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let me know that someone is reading. On another note: I just realized I
spelt Irina's name wrong in the other chapters so its now correct sorry
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ever seen! So please read and respond comments good and bad! Oh BTW I had
fun writing the banter between Jack and Kathryn I wanted to make it longer
but I couldn't so expect more of it.!
Redemption
Chapter Four
Jack Bristow rubbed his tired eyes and checked his watch. It was nearly dawn, he'd been working for hours and still wasn't any closer to discovering any new major information about Kathryn Sullivan. He was certain that Alison Porter was one of his ex-wives aliases and that she was Kathryn's Mother, thus making Kathryn his stepdaughter. Technically, as legally he was still married to Irina Derevko, well Laura Bristow that was.
Kathryn was born and lived all her life in New York City. When she was four, her father Paul Sullivan committed suicide, his wife had found him. Red Flags immediately went up in Jack's mind. Where Irina Derevko was concerned, murder was always a possibility. She'd killed twelve CIA agents that they knew of, including Michael Vaughns father. A little over a year after her husbands suicide, Alison Porter was killed during a robbery at the variety store where she worked. Obviously the robbery and murder were staged, as at this very moment Irina Derevko was indeed alive and well.
Kathryn entered foster care a few weeks later after the Department of Social Services found that she didn't have any relatives. Her foster record was clean; almost suspiciously clean. There weren't any records of why her living situation changed so often or even why she was emancipated at such a young age. Her school record was another astounding achievement. Straight A's all the way through school a 95% or higher score on every test and report card. She'd finished her last two years through correspondence and graduated two years early. The only flaw in her perfect academic record was during the ninth grade when her test scores were investigated for cheating. Her early report cards showed signs of social isolation, Jack had no doubts that they were true even to this day. Kathryn seemed to be a bit of a loner, she had friends sure but she was still guarded. She clearly had trust issues for which her reasons were unknown. Her records showed nothing out of the ordinary to explain her emancipation. She'd held the same job for over a year working as a waitress and nighttime singer at a lounge type restaurant on the Upper East Side. Jack had no doubt her wage was decent and her tips must have been good enough to afford her apartment and living expenses
Jack was stonewalled when he searched for The Contessa. Having no idea what it even was to begin with didn't help, but no amount of decoding or searching gave him any results. Feeling a set of eyes on him he looked up and there was silence.
"Hi," Kathryn said softly.
"Hello Kathryn," Jack stood up and slowly moved his chair over to the couch and sat down across from her.
Kathryn sat up on the couch gently rubbing her sore neck. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"Agent Jack Bristow," He reached into his pocket and turned on a small recorder. "You're at the Los Angeles CIA Operations Center.
"Bristow?"
"You met my daughter last night," Jack explained. "She and Agent Vaughn found you in Bangkok where you were being held and brought you back here. How are you feeling?"
She shrugged, "tired, shaky."
Jack stood up and retrieved a syringe, alcohol wipe and elastic from his desk and handed them to her. "The doctor said you'd probably need this when you woke up, its insulin."
"Thank you," she said gratefully. Jack returned to his desk and opened a small built in fridge retrieving a bottle of water. "I need to talk to you about your kidnapping-" He returned to Kathryn and saw her struggling to open the alcohol wipe, her hands were shaking so badly she couldn't even grip the package. "Would you like some help?" he asked setting the bottle of water down on the floor.
"Thanks," she said and turned her head away as Jack cleaned a spot on her arm and tied the large rubber band around her arm. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as the needle pierced her skin.
"Done," Jack released the elastic and handed her the bottle of water.
"Thanks."
"How are your legs?"
"They're fine now," she started to stand up but lost her balance and Jack stood and grabbed her waist to steady her.
"Careful," Jack held her still as she regained her balance and for the first time got a good look at her. Her captors hadn't been that kind to her, though it could have been worse. Without her streaked rainbow hair, it was clear as day to Jack that this girl was Irina Derevko's daughter. Her hair was the same color as his daughter's medium brown with lighter streaks of honey, caramel and auburn, but hers had more red than Sydneys did. Her eyes were identical to Irina's, a slightly lighter shade than Sydneys but having the same flecks of gold. Her complexion was fair; a few faint freckles danced across the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones.The resemblance to Sydney was uncanny, were it not for the large age difference one could safely assume they were twins.
Feeling his eyes on her Kathryn nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Jack sucked in a breath seeing this; it only reaffirmed what he already knew to be true. He could remember the several hundreds of times he'd seen his ex-wife and daughter perform that exact task. She was a good deal smaller than he would have expected; he guessed she couldn't have been any more than 5 feet. The top of her head only reached his chest and she was at least a foot shorter than his own daughter Her entire body structure was small and delicate; she probably was often mistaken for a young teenager of only 12 or 13. She was still dressed in her waitress uniform consisting of a short black, skirt-slightly flared and a slim fitted white blouse. She was barefoot, her feet wrapped in gauze was the only evidence of the shards of glass that had once been embedded there. Both her arms were bandaged in various places from the burns that had left her skin on fire. Her wrists and ankles were black and blue, red and raw from being shackled so tightly. Her right cheek was scraped and an ugly bruise had already presented itself, there and another dark bruise at her temple was visible near her hairline. What Jack couldn't see were the many scrapes bruises and marks all over her stomach and her back, courteously left there by the guard who'd decided to use her body as a soccer ball.
He made her nervous, he knew that but still found it difficult to pull his eyes away from her. Each time he looked at her eyes, he felt like he was looking into the past. She wasn't his past however, he had nothing to do with her, she was just a kid, but he still found it difficult to believe that in all the time that Irina Derevko was in CIA custody, she had never mentioned that she had another child.
"Can you tell me what's happening?" her soft voice broke through breaking the nervous silence.
"Actually, I was hoping you could." Jack sat down again and Kathryn tucked her legs under her. "We watched the footage that was taken when you were kidnapped, but it still didn't give us any answers as to why exactly they took you."
"Who are they?" she asked.
"I can't answer that."
"Okay. Why is the CIA interested in what happens to me?"
"I'm afraid I can't answer-"
"Then tell me Mr. Bristow what exactly can you answer?"
"The CIA is not at liberty-"
"Screw the CIA!" Kathryn stood up and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "Armed men came into my home, threatened to kill me, knocked me unconscious and took me to Bangkok. And when I couldn't answer their questions they decided to try beating the answers out of me. Yes the CIA found me and brought me back here, so please don't think that I am ungrateful for that, but excuse me if I do not have much trust in the CIA at the moment. So if I don't answer your questions are you going to beat it out of me?"
Jack was impressed at the control she kept over herself, her voice was clear and steady despite how upset and scared she was. "Of course not. Ms. Sullivan, your co-operation is imperative to finding out who-"
"It's a two-way street. You answer my questions and I will answer yours."
"Ms. Sullivan, Sit Down!" Jack ordered and reluctantly she obeyed. "The CIA has every intention of doing whatever we can to find out why you were abducted. That said you need our help and we need yours but you are going to have questions that I simply can not answer at risk of National Security or for your own safety. The fact that you are even in this building at all is a risk but without knowing why you were taken we have no choice, so I suggest that you calm down so we can find some answers."
Kathryn was silent for several moments before she spoke again. "They kept asking me about The Contessa, what is it?"
So did you like it, hate it? Please let me know.
Some hints for the next chapter, Weiss gets a little embarassed, Kathryn, Jack and Syd get surprises and soon Sloan & Sark will pop up!
Comments Good and Bad are wanted lol
Redemption
Chapter Four
Jack Bristow rubbed his tired eyes and checked his watch. It was nearly dawn, he'd been working for hours and still wasn't any closer to discovering any new major information about Kathryn Sullivan. He was certain that Alison Porter was one of his ex-wives aliases and that she was Kathryn's Mother, thus making Kathryn his stepdaughter. Technically, as legally he was still married to Irina Derevko, well Laura Bristow that was.
Kathryn was born and lived all her life in New York City. When she was four, her father Paul Sullivan committed suicide, his wife had found him. Red Flags immediately went up in Jack's mind. Where Irina Derevko was concerned, murder was always a possibility. She'd killed twelve CIA agents that they knew of, including Michael Vaughns father. A little over a year after her husbands suicide, Alison Porter was killed during a robbery at the variety store where she worked. Obviously the robbery and murder were staged, as at this very moment Irina Derevko was indeed alive and well.
Kathryn entered foster care a few weeks later after the Department of Social Services found that she didn't have any relatives. Her foster record was clean; almost suspiciously clean. There weren't any records of why her living situation changed so often or even why she was emancipated at such a young age. Her school record was another astounding achievement. Straight A's all the way through school a 95% or higher score on every test and report card. She'd finished her last two years through correspondence and graduated two years early. The only flaw in her perfect academic record was during the ninth grade when her test scores were investigated for cheating. Her early report cards showed signs of social isolation, Jack had no doubts that they were true even to this day. Kathryn seemed to be a bit of a loner, she had friends sure but she was still guarded. She clearly had trust issues for which her reasons were unknown. Her records showed nothing out of the ordinary to explain her emancipation. She'd held the same job for over a year working as a waitress and nighttime singer at a lounge type restaurant on the Upper East Side. Jack had no doubt her wage was decent and her tips must have been good enough to afford her apartment and living expenses
Jack was stonewalled when he searched for The Contessa. Having no idea what it even was to begin with didn't help, but no amount of decoding or searching gave him any results. Feeling a set of eyes on him he looked up and there was silence.
"Hi," Kathryn said softly.
"Hello Kathryn," Jack stood up and slowly moved his chair over to the couch and sat down across from her.
Kathryn sat up on the couch gently rubbing her sore neck. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"Agent Jack Bristow," He reached into his pocket and turned on a small recorder. "You're at the Los Angeles CIA Operations Center.
"Bristow?"
"You met my daughter last night," Jack explained. "She and Agent Vaughn found you in Bangkok where you were being held and brought you back here. How are you feeling?"
She shrugged, "tired, shaky."
Jack stood up and retrieved a syringe, alcohol wipe and elastic from his desk and handed them to her. "The doctor said you'd probably need this when you woke up, its insulin."
"Thank you," she said gratefully. Jack returned to his desk and opened a small built in fridge retrieving a bottle of water. "I need to talk to you about your kidnapping-" He returned to Kathryn and saw her struggling to open the alcohol wipe, her hands were shaking so badly she couldn't even grip the package. "Would you like some help?" he asked setting the bottle of water down on the floor.
"Thanks," she said and turned her head away as Jack cleaned a spot on her arm and tied the large rubber band around her arm. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as the needle pierced her skin.
"Done," Jack released the elastic and handed her the bottle of water.
"Thanks."
"How are your legs?"
"They're fine now," she started to stand up but lost her balance and Jack stood and grabbed her waist to steady her.
"Careful," Jack held her still as she regained her balance and for the first time got a good look at her. Her captors hadn't been that kind to her, though it could have been worse. Without her streaked rainbow hair, it was clear as day to Jack that this girl was Irina Derevko's daughter. Her hair was the same color as his daughter's medium brown with lighter streaks of honey, caramel and auburn, but hers had more red than Sydneys did. Her eyes were identical to Irina's, a slightly lighter shade than Sydneys but having the same flecks of gold. Her complexion was fair; a few faint freckles danced across the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones.The resemblance to Sydney was uncanny, were it not for the large age difference one could safely assume they were twins.
Feeling his eyes on her Kathryn nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Jack sucked in a breath seeing this; it only reaffirmed what he already knew to be true. He could remember the several hundreds of times he'd seen his ex-wife and daughter perform that exact task. She was a good deal smaller than he would have expected; he guessed she couldn't have been any more than 5 feet. The top of her head only reached his chest and she was at least a foot shorter than his own daughter Her entire body structure was small and delicate; she probably was often mistaken for a young teenager of only 12 or 13. She was still dressed in her waitress uniform consisting of a short black, skirt-slightly flared and a slim fitted white blouse. She was barefoot, her feet wrapped in gauze was the only evidence of the shards of glass that had once been embedded there. Both her arms were bandaged in various places from the burns that had left her skin on fire. Her wrists and ankles were black and blue, red and raw from being shackled so tightly. Her right cheek was scraped and an ugly bruise had already presented itself, there and another dark bruise at her temple was visible near her hairline. What Jack couldn't see were the many scrapes bruises and marks all over her stomach and her back, courteously left there by the guard who'd decided to use her body as a soccer ball.
He made her nervous, he knew that but still found it difficult to pull his eyes away from her. Each time he looked at her eyes, he felt like he was looking into the past. She wasn't his past however, he had nothing to do with her, she was just a kid, but he still found it difficult to believe that in all the time that Irina Derevko was in CIA custody, she had never mentioned that she had another child.
"Can you tell me what's happening?" her soft voice broke through breaking the nervous silence.
"Actually, I was hoping you could." Jack sat down again and Kathryn tucked her legs under her. "We watched the footage that was taken when you were kidnapped, but it still didn't give us any answers as to why exactly they took you."
"Who are they?" she asked.
"I can't answer that."
"Okay. Why is the CIA interested in what happens to me?"
"I'm afraid I can't answer-"
"Then tell me Mr. Bristow what exactly can you answer?"
"The CIA is not at liberty-"
"Screw the CIA!" Kathryn stood up and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "Armed men came into my home, threatened to kill me, knocked me unconscious and took me to Bangkok. And when I couldn't answer their questions they decided to try beating the answers out of me. Yes the CIA found me and brought me back here, so please don't think that I am ungrateful for that, but excuse me if I do not have much trust in the CIA at the moment. So if I don't answer your questions are you going to beat it out of me?"
Jack was impressed at the control she kept over herself, her voice was clear and steady despite how upset and scared she was. "Of course not. Ms. Sullivan, your co-operation is imperative to finding out who-"
"It's a two-way street. You answer my questions and I will answer yours."
"Ms. Sullivan, Sit Down!" Jack ordered and reluctantly she obeyed. "The CIA has every intention of doing whatever we can to find out why you were abducted. That said you need our help and we need yours but you are going to have questions that I simply can not answer at risk of National Security or for your own safety. The fact that you are even in this building at all is a risk but without knowing why you were taken we have no choice, so I suggest that you calm down so we can find some answers."
Kathryn was silent for several moments before she spoke again. "They kept asking me about The Contessa, what is it?"
So did you like it, hate it? Please let me know.
Some hints for the next chapter, Weiss gets a little embarassed, Kathryn, Jack and Syd get surprises and soon Sloan & Sark will pop up!
Comments Good and Bad are wanted lol