AUTHORS NOTE: So I'm rewatching some season two eps and the ep where Vaughn
gets sick, it's called The Counter agent. Anyone know what the two songs in
that episode were? The song when Syd was taking a blood sample from Vaughn
and the other at the end of the episode when Syd and Vaughn were talking.
Thanks for the feedback guys, I know some people read but just don't comment (I'm guilty of it sometimes) so I'm glad to know that people are reading. It makes me happy! I don't know who he is but in this chapter I called him The Dentist, you know the guy that ripped out Will & Sydneys teeth so if he does have a name let me know. Oh and I totally made up that code so I have no idea whether or not it would actually work, though I doubt it would lol. Enjoy
Redemption
Chapter Five
Kathryn Sullivan was determined. She was not going to give up until she got exactly what she wanted. "What is The Contessa?" she repeated.
"I don't know," Jack said truthfully. "I was hoping you would."
She shook her head. "That's all they kept asking over and over again, Where is The Contessa? What is the Contessa? Do you have The Contessa?!" She blinked away a tear remembering the painful experience. "I kept telling them the same thing but they wouldn't believe me. The last thing I remember.."
"Yes?" Jack had to admire her composure, most people in her situation would be hysterical, but she was calm and collected and keeping her emotions in check.
"The last thing I remember was them saying that The Dentist would get it out of me." She let out a shaky breath. "I don't know who the Dentist is, but it didn't sound good to me. Do you know who or what the Dentist is?"
"No," Jack lied. He knew full well who The Dentist was, he'd had a run in with him, years earlier and it hadn't been a pleasant experience. The fact that her captors would even call The Dentist in clearly told him that whatever The Contessa was, it was very important. "What happened next?" he asked taking note of Kathryn's facial expressions as she recalled the night's events.
"I remember someone calling my name, and my face was hot. I heard gunfire and I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't-I was really out of it, they'd given me something and I needed my insulin shot, it was bad. Then I was moving, someone was carrying me and then more gunfire and he or she put me down. I hit my head on the wall and I could open my eyes then." She was concentrating so hard to remember, the look of determination on her face kept Jack quiet. "I was in the corner and there was this guard coming towards me he had a gun but they couldn't see him. There was a guard on the ground beside me, he was unconscious.or-or dead. I don't know but I remember I took his gun the guard started shooting at them so I pointed it and pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground, I think I might have killed him."
"No-" Jack interrupted watching her pained face. "You didn't kill him, it was a tranquilizer dart, he was just knocked out."
Kathryn was relieved and she could breath a little easier now knowing that she hadn't ended someone's life.
"Where did you learn to shoot?"
"What? Nowhere," she shook her head. "I've never held a gun-any kind of gun before, I just pointed it and pulled the trigger, just like in the movies."
Jack didn't believe her. There was no way an untrained; semi conscious person could have made that shot. Had it been a real bullet the guard would be dead. The tranquilizer dart had hit the guard right where his heart was. It was a kill shot. He listened to her continue interrupting every once in a while for clarification or to ask a question. He recorded their entire conversation. The more she spoke, the more confused he got. He had anticipated answers, but all he had was more questions. Nothing Kathryn had said had revealed what he wanted to know. Nothing made any sense; perhaps the only reason they'd taken her was because they knew she was Irina Derevko's daughter, do they figured she must be valuable for some reason and by asking about The Contessa she might give something else away.
Slowly he was gaining her trust. She wasn't as scared as she'd been an hour early and Jack used that opportunity to his advantage.
"Are you hungry?" he asked seeing that it was almost 6 AM
"Yeah," she nodded. "I haven't eaten in a while."
Kathryn couldn't walk well because of the bandages on her feet but did not ask for any help as she and Jack raided the sandwich machines in the cafeteria. He had her off guard and on the way back to his office; he took a detour and convinced her to be tested. It wasn't easy; she was stubborn, she would have given his own daughter a run for her money. But in the end she had agreed on one condition. Jack performed a lie detector test, a psychological evaluation, memory tests, blood tests, anything he could think of but still he found nothing. There were no major inconsistencies, nothing that sent up red flags. It was almost too perfect. He was frustrated. Kathryn intrigued him, she was smart, her memory test scores had been near perfect, but without the full testing, he was unable to decide the level of her IQ. She had pasts all the tests with flying colors, either she knew absaloutely nothing or she was a very good liar better than he.
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Kathryn sat in silence on the couch in Jack's office. He sat at his desk pretty much ignoring her, going over her test results, still not finding any inconsistencies. She looked back at him, he was cold, awkward, there didn't appear to be anything warm or friendly about him. He'd change positions every once in a while, clear his throat but he hadn't spoken to her in nearly an hour. She knew there was something he was keeping from her but she didn't know what. She'd finally given in to doing the tests hoping that he would live up to his end of the bargain and tell her everything he found out. Feeling cold she slipped on Jacks suit jacket. She stared out the glass window at the scene before her. Men, women, CIA agents of all ages, races and colors were busy at work. They looked at her every once in a while; a strange girl in a strange setting it was no wonder. Her arm was aching, the burns were itchy and sore and absently she began rubbing her arm.
"Don't scratch, it'll scar." Jack hadn't even looking up from the papers he was reading.
Rolling her eyes Kathryn turned back to the window and gently rubbed the bandage anyway. Seeing someone she recognized she stood up and told Jack that she would be back in a minute. Assuming she was going to the washroom he let her go. She picked up her cold pack on her way out the door, it was still semi-frozen. She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she walked across the floor. Sure she was a stranger in their element, oddly dressed, bandaged, barefoot wearing Jacks suit jacket. It almost came down to her knees and she'd folded the sleeves up, but there was something else. As soon as she looked at any of them they'd look away and talk to their neighbour, as if she had some deformity and they didn't want her to know they were talking about her.
"So I'm fighting this guy taking him down when all the sudden another one comes out of nowhere socked my right in the eyes but I-" Weiss enjoyed telling the story so what if it wasn't a 100% truthful. Suddenly the people he was talking to looked beyond him and turning he saw Kathryn.
She handed him the icepack. "I'm sorry about last night," She said softly.
"Last night?" Weiss pretended not to know what she was talking about.
"Last night, on the plane," she gave him a weird look and pointed at his eyes. "You stabbed that needle into me pretty hard and I over reacted. My hands were free and I didn't know what I was doing, and I wasn't all there, I'm sorry for punching you."
"Nice fight Weiss," one of the agents laughed and his small crowd dispersed.
"I'm afraid she's broken your cover," Marshall's desk was next to his and he paused typing on his computer to look over at him.
"Thanks Marshall," Weiss nodded. He looked over at Kathryn hints of red creeping up his cheeks, "You're killing me 'Shiner."
"Sorry," she shrugged. "How was I supposed to know you were embellishing the truth just to save face." She nodded at the icepack, "you should put that on your eyes, it'll stop the swelling." Looking over at Jacks office she saw him in conversation with a young woman and started to walk back to his office
"Thanks kid," Weiss shook his head and reluctantly applied the cold compress to his eyes, he was never going to live this one down.
Kathryn paused at Marshall's desk as she caught sight of what he was working on. It was a series of numbers and letters and symbols; a code. "Are you trying to solve that?"
"Yes not having much luck though, I can't find any relationship at all between the numbers and letters-" Looking up he saw it was Kathryn and immediately covered the paper he was writing on. "You probably should have seen that-"
"It's a language-gram," she offered.
"A what?" Marshall was confused and Weiss moved his chair over so he could see what they were looking at.
"A language-gram, like an anagram only with languages and numbers, everything is done in reverse. May I?" she asked gesturing to Marshall's pencil.
"Sure," he nodded slowly.
"Each of the numbers stand for letters and the letters are just letters. Whichever number appears most tells you what language it is. You just need a standardized list of languages and count down. You might have to try a couple different languages, depends on the list. In this case." she quickly counted the numbers. "Looks like the repeated number is 6 so the language is an F, French, Finish something like that. Then each number stands for a letter of the alphabet. You then have to rearrange the letters to form the words." Weiss and Marshall both watched silently amazed as she made some calculations on the paper. Once you've got all the words reverse the order and read every other word then go back and read the ones you missed. It's quite creative actually." She handed the pencil back to Marshall. "Got it?"
Neither Marshall nor Weiss responded, both were speechless, astounded that after nearly twelve hours of Marshall working on the code and trying every computer program he had, Kathryn had offered a solution after looking at it for only a few moments.
Shaking her head Kathryn walked back to Jacks office. She could see he was deep in conversation with a young woman, she was tall, brunette, dressed professionally but that's all Kathryn could see her back was too her.
Seeing Kathryn approach Jack switched languages and continued his conversation with Sydney, about Kathryn in Greek.
Kathryn stood in the doorway to his office her arms crossed as she watched Jack arguing in Greek with the woman. Finally she interrupted. "What about my mother?"
Jack and Sydney immediately stopped talking. Stunned they turned to face Kathryn.
"What about my mother?"
Thanks for the feedback guys, I know some people read but just don't comment (I'm guilty of it sometimes) so I'm glad to know that people are reading. It makes me happy! I don't know who he is but in this chapter I called him The Dentist, you know the guy that ripped out Will & Sydneys teeth so if he does have a name let me know. Oh and I totally made up that code so I have no idea whether or not it would actually work, though I doubt it would lol. Enjoy
Redemption
Chapter Five
Kathryn Sullivan was determined. She was not going to give up until she got exactly what she wanted. "What is The Contessa?" she repeated.
"I don't know," Jack said truthfully. "I was hoping you would."
She shook her head. "That's all they kept asking over and over again, Where is The Contessa? What is the Contessa? Do you have The Contessa?!" She blinked away a tear remembering the painful experience. "I kept telling them the same thing but they wouldn't believe me. The last thing I remember.."
"Yes?" Jack had to admire her composure, most people in her situation would be hysterical, but she was calm and collected and keeping her emotions in check.
"The last thing I remember was them saying that The Dentist would get it out of me." She let out a shaky breath. "I don't know who the Dentist is, but it didn't sound good to me. Do you know who or what the Dentist is?"
"No," Jack lied. He knew full well who The Dentist was, he'd had a run in with him, years earlier and it hadn't been a pleasant experience. The fact that her captors would even call The Dentist in clearly told him that whatever The Contessa was, it was very important. "What happened next?" he asked taking note of Kathryn's facial expressions as she recalled the night's events.
"I remember someone calling my name, and my face was hot. I heard gunfire and I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't-I was really out of it, they'd given me something and I needed my insulin shot, it was bad. Then I was moving, someone was carrying me and then more gunfire and he or she put me down. I hit my head on the wall and I could open my eyes then." She was concentrating so hard to remember, the look of determination on her face kept Jack quiet. "I was in the corner and there was this guard coming towards me he had a gun but they couldn't see him. There was a guard on the ground beside me, he was unconscious.or-or dead. I don't know but I remember I took his gun the guard started shooting at them so I pointed it and pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground, I think I might have killed him."
"No-" Jack interrupted watching her pained face. "You didn't kill him, it was a tranquilizer dart, he was just knocked out."
Kathryn was relieved and she could breath a little easier now knowing that she hadn't ended someone's life.
"Where did you learn to shoot?"
"What? Nowhere," she shook her head. "I've never held a gun-any kind of gun before, I just pointed it and pulled the trigger, just like in the movies."
Jack didn't believe her. There was no way an untrained; semi conscious person could have made that shot. Had it been a real bullet the guard would be dead. The tranquilizer dart had hit the guard right where his heart was. It was a kill shot. He listened to her continue interrupting every once in a while for clarification or to ask a question. He recorded their entire conversation. The more she spoke, the more confused he got. He had anticipated answers, but all he had was more questions. Nothing Kathryn had said had revealed what he wanted to know. Nothing made any sense; perhaps the only reason they'd taken her was because they knew she was Irina Derevko's daughter, do they figured she must be valuable for some reason and by asking about The Contessa she might give something else away.
Slowly he was gaining her trust. She wasn't as scared as she'd been an hour early and Jack used that opportunity to his advantage.
"Are you hungry?" he asked seeing that it was almost 6 AM
"Yeah," she nodded. "I haven't eaten in a while."
Kathryn couldn't walk well because of the bandages on her feet but did not ask for any help as she and Jack raided the sandwich machines in the cafeteria. He had her off guard and on the way back to his office; he took a detour and convinced her to be tested. It wasn't easy; she was stubborn, she would have given his own daughter a run for her money. But in the end she had agreed on one condition. Jack performed a lie detector test, a psychological evaluation, memory tests, blood tests, anything he could think of but still he found nothing. There were no major inconsistencies, nothing that sent up red flags. It was almost too perfect. He was frustrated. Kathryn intrigued him, she was smart, her memory test scores had been near perfect, but without the full testing, he was unable to decide the level of her IQ. She had pasts all the tests with flying colors, either she knew absaloutely nothing or she was a very good liar better than he.
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Kathryn sat in silence on the couch in Jack's office. He sat at his desk pretty much ignoring her, going over her test results, still not finding any inconsistencies. She looked back at him, he was cold, awkward, there didn't appear to be anything warm or friendly about him. He'd change positions every once in a while, clear his throat but he hadn't spoken to her in nearly an hour. She knew there was something he was keeping from her but she didn't know what. She'd finally given in to doing the tests hoping that he would live up to his end of the bargain and tell her everything he found out. Feeling cold she slipped on Jacks suit jacket. She stared out the glass window at the scene before her. Men, women, CIA agents of all ages, races and colors were busy at work. They looked at her every once in a while; a strange girl in a strange setting it was no wonder. Her arm was aching, the burns were itchy and sore and absently she began rubbing her arm.
"Don't scratch, it'll scar." Jack hadn't even looking up from the papers he was reading.
Rolling her eyes Kathryn turned back to the window and gently rubbed the bandage anyway. Seeing someone she recognized she stood up and told Jack that she would be back in a minute. Assuming she was going to the washroom he let her go. She picked up her cold pack on her way out the door, it was still semi-frozen. She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she walked across the floor. Sure she was a stranger in their element, oddly dressed, bandaged, barefoot wearing Jacks suit jacket. It almost came down to her knees and she'd folded the sleeves up, but there was something else. As soon as she looked at any of them they'd look away and talk to their neighbour, as if she had some deformity and they didn't want her to know they were talking about her.
"So I'm fighting this guy taking him down when all the sudden another one comes out of nowhere socked my right in the eyes but I-" Weiss enjoyed telling the story so what if it wasn't a 100% truthful. Suddenly the people he was talking to looked beyond him and turning he saw Kathryn.
She handed him the icepack. "I'm sorry about last night," She said softly.
"Last night?" Weiss pretended not to know what she was talking about.
"Last night, on the plane," she gave him a weird look and pointed at his eyes. "You stabbed that needle into me pretty hard and I over reacted. My hands were free and I didn't know what I was doing, and I wasn't all there, I'm sorry for punching you."
"Nice fight Weiss," one of the agents laughed and his small crowd dispersed.
"I'm afraid she's broken your cover," Marshall's desk was next to his and he paused typing on his computer to look over at him.
"Thanks Marshall," Weiss nodded. He looked over at Kathryn hints of red creeping up his cheeks, "You're killing me 'Shiner."
"Sorry," she shrugged. "How was I supposed to know you were embellishing the truth just to save face." She nodded at the icepack, "you should put that on your eyes, it'll stop the swelling." Looking over at Jacks office she saw him in conversation with a young woman and started to walk back to his office
"Thanks kid," Weiss shook his head and reluctantly applied the cold compress to his eyes, he was never going to live this one down.
Kathryn paused at Marshall's desk as she caught sight of what he was working on. It was a series of numbers and letters and symbols; a code. "Are you trying to solve that?"
"Yes not having much luck though, I can't find any relationship at all between the numbers and letters-" Looking up he saw it was Kathryn and immediately covered the paper he was writing on. "You probably should have seen that-"
"It's a language-gram," she offered.
"A what?" Marshall was confused and Weiss moved his chair over so he could see what they were looking at.
"A language-gram, like an anagram only with languages and numbers, everything is done in reverse. May I?" she asked gesturing to Marshall's pencil.
"Sure," he nodded slowly.
"Each of the numbers stand for letters and the letters are just letters. Whichever number appears most tells you what language it is. You just need a standardized list of languages and count down. You might have to try a couple different languages, depends on the list. In this case." she quickly counted the numbers. "Looks like the repeated number is 6 so the language is an F, French, Finish something like that. Then each number stands for a letter of the alphabet. You then have to rearrange the letters to form the words." Weiss and Marshall both watched silently amazed as she made some calculations on the paper. Once you've got all the words reverse the order and read every other word then go back and read the ones you missed. It's quite creative actually." She handed the pencil back to Marshall. "Got it?"
Neither Marshall nor Weiss responded, both were speechless, astounded that after nearly twelve hours of Marshall working on the code and trying every computer program he had, Kathryn had offered a solution after looking at it for only a few moments.
Shaking her head Kathryn walked back to Jacks office. She could see he was deep in conversation with a young woman, she was tall, brunette, dressed professionally but that's all Kathryn could see her back was too her.
Seeing Kathryn approach Jack switched languages and continued his conversation with Sydney, about Kathryn in Greek.
Kathryn stood in the doorway to his office her arms crossed as she watched Jack arguing in Greek with the woman. Finally she interrupted. "What about my mother?"
Jack and Sydney immediately stopped talking. Stunned they turned to face Kathryn.
"What about my mother?"