A/N Does anyone know the name of the episode where Vaughn showed Sydney his
fathers watch and told her that it broke the day they met.
Another question what episode/event do you think it was when Sydney realized she had begun to care/fall in love with Vaughn and viceVersa.
without further ado
Redemption Chapter Forty-Two
Weiss bounced a yo-yo on his middle finger as he looked across the Op Center deep in thought. His eyes never followed the yo-yo as it methodically followed the string up and down. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked up and his eyes quickly found their way to the mounds of paperwork on his desk. He looked up again moments later hoping she hadn't noticed him watching her. She had, he noticed as their eyes met. He could feel a slight heat coming over his face and she just smiled and laughed shaking her head at him before turning her attention back to Will and Marshall who sat at her desk.
"What's up with you?" Vaughn pulled his chair up to Weiss' desk.
"Don't know what you're talking about," Weiss slipped the string loop off his finger and dropped the toy into the top drawer of his desk.
"What do you think I'm blind?" Vaughn scoffed. "You haven't taken your eyes of Kat for like the last ten minutes. There isn't anything going on between the two of you right?"
"What?" he looked at Vaughn surprised. "Between Kat and I? What no," he shook his head. "Why all the sudden does everyone think---She's just a kid, she's half my age for God's sake. She's Syd's sister, come on Mike."
"So what's going on then?"
Weiss turned to face Vaughn but not before taking a final glance at Kat. "Just trying to figure out what's going on with her. Did Sydney tell you anything at all about what happened the other morning with her, Kat and Jack?"
"What with Barnette?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah," Weiss nodded. "I have no idea what's going on. One minute they're fine, the next Kat is sneaking off to my place in the middle of the night not speaking to either Jack or Sydney and the next morning they're fine again and Jack is taking Kat to see Arvin Sloane. Now does that seem at all odd to you?"
"I asked Sydney about the knives," Vaughn confessed. "Last night when we went out to dinner with you, Will and Kat, well Kat was nervous, she kept fiddling with her steak knife. When you and she went to the bathroom, Syd grabs all the knives flags down the waitress and gives them all to her. I was going to ask her but then you came back so I didn't."
"During dinner I was about to ask the waitress for a sharper knife and Will kicked me so hard, I didn't," Weiss added.
"I noticed," Vaughn grinned. "So we're back at her place after dinner and I'm looking for a knife to cut an apple, only I can't find one."
"I don't get it, what's the point?"
"At Kat's request, she locked up all the knives. They're in the cupboard above her fridge. She hid the key in magnet on the fridge."
"So why did she want the knives locked up?"
"Well the whole reason Kat changed after Moscow was because she had a dream where she killed Jack and Sydney, stabbed them. During her session with Barnette they got it out of her. In return she had Jack and Sydney get rid of all the knives. Syd said that Kat was scared she might hurt them."
"So that's why she was a total pain in the ass," Weiss concluded. "She was just trying to scare them off. I wonder why she didn't tell me."
"She doesn't tell you everything does she?"
"Yeah actually she does, usually anyway," Weiss looked at a very surprised Michael Vaughn. "It's not what you think," he shrugged. "We just understand each other, she's...... my best friend-"
"So that makes me what exactly?" Vaughn's brow furrowed.
"You're my best...... guy friend, she's my best girl friend. I don't know what we are," he groaned. "It's entirely platonic. Just stop doing that eyebrow thing you're going to give yourself wrinkles." Weiss gave Vaughn's chair a shove and he went sailing back to his own desk. "Now get back to work."
Weiss tried to do the same but every time he tried to concentrate on his operations report he found his eyes returning to a certain little brunette across the room.
~ ~ ~
Kendall and Lindsey were deep in conversation as they crossed the rotunda going over the latest Intel received regarding Sark. They didn't notice feet sticking out from under a desk until Lindsey tripped over them and went flying. Looking down they saw three pairs of feet peeking out from under a desk.
After feeling someone trip over his feet Marshall stood up quickly smashing his head on the edge of the desk.
"Uh sorry Director Lindsey," Marshall stammered. "We were-uh. You're not hurt are you? Cause that would be pretty bad and you could fire me but you won't do that right? Because well you know I can't lose my job, Carrie would kill me and I've got a new baby—would you like to see pictures?" He pulled out his wallet ready to show Lindsey the pictures but the look on his superior's face refrained him from doing so. He cast a sideways glance at Will who had just crawled out from under the desk leaving a sole pair of small pink running shoes sticking out, the tips of the toes smacking back and forth.
"What are you doing?" Lindsey asked obviously irritated.
"We were helping Kat with the code," Will explained.
Kendall squatted down beside the desk and peeked under it. Kat lay on her back looking up at the underside where Will and Marshall had used sticky tack to secure the 12 pages of codes.
"What are you-"
"Don't talk," she cut him off her face marred in a look of concentration. Suddenly she reversed her direction turning to face the other way and changed the position of some of the pages. "Marker," she held out her hand and Kendall reluctantly grabbed one of the desk and handed it to her.
"What are you doing?" he asked again and Lindsey squatted down beside him. Marshall and Will took the other end while several nearby agents walked over interested to see what was going on, including Weiss, Vaughn and Sydney.
"I decided I needed to look at it from a different angle," she explained making notations in red marker on the pages above her head. "I wrote this when I was five so the answer must be relatively simple, creative but simple," she sighed and saw Kendall's surprised look. "I may be a genius but come on, I was five how complicated could I have made it..." her voice trailed off. "Wait a second-"
"What?" Kendall asked.
"Is it—If I move—It could........"
"Yes?" Lindsey asked not even attempting to hide his excitement.
Suddenly Kat laughed and began renumbering the pages. She pulled them down and handed them to Kendall. "Put those in order," she instructed and stood up. Rounding the desk she sat on her chair and loaded the Internet browser. Kendall watched dumbfounded as she pounded the keyboard excitedly muttering to herself. "Chapter 12, or 13, 15, no 11. Yes 11," she grinned and hit print on the computer. Skimming through the newly printed pages she found what she was looking for and circled it. Kat took the codings back from Kendall and then distributed them in order amongst Weiss, Vaughn, Sydney, Will, Marshall and Kendall. "Over here," she directed them all to stand in order several feet in front of a whiteboard. Kat stood facing them scrutinizing the placement of the coding sheets. She changed her mind several times and rearranged them once more. Studying the pages she'd printed from the internet she began making notations on the whiteboard and then highlighting and crossing out sections on the coding every once in a while making reference to the internet pages she held in her hand. The crowd around them began to grow as curious onlookers caught sense of the excitement. Many of the agents in the operations center had tried their hand at the code but to no avail. It took nearly ten long minutes before Kat finally wrote the final results on the white board.
It was an address located in St. Petersburg Russia with the number key to a high security safe and the words to an old nursery rhyme, Jack and Jill.
"It was that easy," she smiled sitting back in a chair and admiring her handiwork. "Once I knew I wrote it, I just had to think of a creative way to find out what it meant."
"That creative process was?" Lindsey asked a few moments later after instructing the agents in analysis to locate the address.
Kat flipped to the first page of the print out and showed them, "Nancy Drew and The Case of The Secret Code, Chapter eleven."
"Nancy Drew?" Sydney said surprised.
"Oh like you never read them," she grinned teasingly and then her expression took on a more serious tone. "Come on guys I was five, there's no way I could have come up with that on my own. I took the code from the book and manipulated it to fit my needs," She shrugged.
"You read Nancy Drew when you were five?" Lindsey asked skeptically.
"No," she shook her head, "I didn't read Nancy Drew when I was five." She almost laughed at seeing a grin start to spread on his face. "I was four," she caught him offguard.
Sydney had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she saw the smirk on her sister's face. She loved to press Robert Lindsey's buttons.
"I read Tolstoy when I was nine," she shrugged.
"Do you remember the time period when you wrote it?" Kendall pulled a chair over to sit in front of her.
"Not exactly," she shook her head. "I don't know why I wrote it. I don't know if I wrote it because I wanted to or if Irina asked me to or if Khasinau did. I don't even know if Khasinau knew how to read it or if I did it for him. I remember the room, it was an office. I remember it smelled like...... spicy, like peppermint and tobacco. Most of all I remember being hungry, but either I wasn't allowed to or I just wouldn't eat until I finished. It was a new place though, I don't remember being there before, but I think I was there for a while anyway. That's all I know."
"And the nursery rhyme?" Kendall asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't know what it means. I do know that I hate the damn thing. Really, who cares about Jack and Jill falling down a hill? I've always thought it was rather creepy.
"I have a contact in St. Petersburg. I'll contact him, see what I can find out," Vaughn volunteered.
"Alright," Kendall nodded. "Agent Weiss and Bristow, check with your contacts as well and based on Intel received I want you to spec out the mission. I want you to go in ASAP. Briefing in 90 minutes," he finished and stood beginning the trek back to his office with Lindsey following close behind. He stopped momentarily as he passed Kat. "Good work, Miss. Bristow."
"Do my ears deceive me? Did Baldi actually give a compliment?" Kat said in a low teasing voice. "I think I might faint." She took a few steps towards Sydney's desk and put her hand to her forehead and pretended to faint dramatically collapsing into the chair beside the desk.
Sydney laughed and walked back to her desk. "I'm really proud of you," she smiled and sat down in her chair. "You were great."
"Thanks," she grinned. "The answer was so simple, I just can't believe it took so long." Groaning slightly she lifted her injured leg and rested her shoe on the edge of Sydney's chair.
"Your leg's hurting?" Sydney asked.
"You could say that," she sighed. "First day without the cane. I didn't realize how much I'd been depending on it. I took aspirin; I'll be fine. I better let you get to work."
"Okay," Sydney nodded. "You know I was thinking that I can't see us really doing anything until tomorrow about this so tonight maybe we can do like a girls night in type thing, pizza, popcorn, chick flicks. Just like the old days before things got so........"
"Screwed up?" Kat finished.
"Well I was going to say hectic and complicated-"
"Sounds great," she interjected. "I've got to go see Barnette."
"Good." Syd watched as Kat walked over to Security Agent Fowler or Mr. Shadow as she called him to remind him of their appointment.Once she was gone Sydney began the process of establishing contact with her two contacts in St. Petersburg. With any luck Kat's translation of the code was correct and scroll 47 would be located in a safe at the address in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Another question what episode/event do you think it was when Sydney realized she had begun to care/fall in love with Vaughn and viceVersa.
without further ado
Redemption Chapter Forty-Two
Weiss bounced a yo-yo on his middle finger as he looked across the Op Center deep in thought. His eyes never followed the yo-yo as it methodically followed the string up and down. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked up and his eyes quickly found their way to the mounds of paperwork on his desk. He looked up again moments later hoping she hadn't noticed him watching her. She had, he noticed as their eyes met. He could feel a slight heat coming over his face and she just smiled and laughed shaking her head at him before turning her attention back to Will and Marshall who sat at her desk.
"What's up with you?" Vaughn pulled his chair up to Weiss' desk.
"Don't know what you're talking about," Weiss slipped the string loop off his finger and dropped the toy into the top drawer of his desk.
"What do you think I'm blind?" Vaughn scoffed. "You haven't taken your eyes of Kat for like the last ten minutes. There isn't anything going on between the two of you right?"
"What?" he looked at Vaughn surprised. "Between Kat and I? What no," he shook his head. "Why all the sudden does everyone think---She's just a kid, she's half my age for God's sake. She's Syd's sister, come on Mike."
"So what's going on then?"
Weiss turned to face Vaughn but not before taking a final glance at Kat. "Just trying to figure out what's going on with her. Did Sydney tell you anything at all about what happened the other morning with her, Kat and Jack?"
"What with Barnette?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah," Weiss nodded. "I have no idea what's going on. One minute they're fine, the next Kat is sneaking off to my place in the middle of the night not speaking to either Jack or Sydney and the next morning they're fine again and Jack is taking Kat to see Arvin Sloane. Now does that seem at all odd to you?"
"I asked Sydney about the knives," Vaughn confessed. "Last night when we went out to dinner with you, Will and Kat, well Kat was nervous, she kept fiddling with her steak knife. When you and she went to the bathroom, Syd grabs all the knives flags down the waitress and gives them all to her. I was going to ask her but then you came back so I didn't."
"During dinner I was about to ask the waitress for a sharper knife and Will kicked me so hard, I didn't," Weiss added.
"I noticed," Vaughn grinned. "So we're back at her place after dinner and I'm looking for a knife to cut an apple, only I can't find one."
"I don't get it, what's the point?"
"At Kat's request, she locked up all the knives. They're in the cupboard above her fridge. She hid the key in magnet on the fridge."
"So why did she want the knives locked up?"
"Well the whole reason Kat changed after Moscow was because she had a dream where she killed Jack and Sydney, stabbed them. During her session with Barnette they got it out of her. In return she had Jack and Sydney get rid of all the knives. Syd said that Kat was scared she might hurt them."
"So that's why she was a total pain in the ass," Weiss concluded. "She was just trying to scare them off. I wonder why she didn't tell me."
"She doesn't tell you everything does she?"
"Yeah actually she does, usually anyway," Weiss looked at a very surprised Michael Vaughn. "It's not what you think," he shrugged. "We just understand each other, she's...... my best friend-"
"So that makes me what exactly?" Vaughn's brow furrowed.
"You're my best...... guy friend, she's my best girl friend. I don't know what we are," he groaned. "It's entirely platonic. Just stop doing that eyebrow thing you're going to give yourself wrinkles." Weiss gave Vaughn's chair a shove and he went sailing back to his own desk. "Now get back to work."
Weiss tried to do the same but every time he tried to concentrate on his operations report he found his eyes returning to a certain little brunette across the room.
~ ~ ~
Kendall and Lindsey were deep in conversation as they crossed the rotunda going over the latest Intel received regarding Sark. They didn't notice feet sticking out from under a desk until Lindsey tripped over them and went flying. Looking down they saw three pairs of feet peeking out from under a desk.
After feeling someone trip over his feet Marshall stood up quickly smashing his head on the edge of the desk.
"Uh sorry Director Lindsey," Marshall stammered. "We were-uh. You're not hurt are you? Cause that would be pretty bad and you could fire me but you won't do that right? Because well you know I can't lose my job, Carrie would kill me and I've got a new baby—would you like to see pictures?" He pulled out his wallet ready to show Lindsey the pictures but the look on his superior's face refrained him from doing so. He cast a sideways glance at Will who had just crawled out from under the desk leaving a sole pair of small pink running shoes sticking out, the tips of the toes smacking back and forth.
"What are you doing?" Lindsey asked obviously irritated.
"We were helping Kat with the code," Will explained.
Kendall squatted down beside the desk and peeked under it. Kat lay on her back looking up at the underside where Will and Marshall had used sticky tack to secure the 12 pages of codes.
"What are you-"
"Don't talk," she cut him off her face marred in a look of concentration. Suddenly she reversed her direction turning to face the other way and changed the position of some of the pages. "Marker," she held out her hand and Kendall reluctantly grabbed one of the desk and handed it to her.
"What are you doing?" he asked again and Lindsey squatted down beside him. Marshall and Will took the other end while several nearby agents walked over interested to see what was going on, including Weiss, Vaughn and Sydney.
"I decided I needed to look at it from a different angle," she explained making notations in red marker on the pages above her head. "I wrote this when I was five so the answer must be relatively simple, creative but simple," she sighed and saw Kendall's surprised look. "I may be a genius but come on, I was five how complicated could I have made it..." her voice trailed off. "Wait a second-"
"What?" Kendall asked.
"Is it—If I move—It could........"
"Yes?" Lindsey asked not even attempting to hide his excitement.
Suddenly Kat laughed and began renumbering the pages. She pulled them down and handed them to Kendall. "Put those in order," she instructed and stood up. Rounding the desk she sat on her chair and loaded the Internet browser. Kendall watched dumbfounded as she pounded the keyboard excitedly muttering to herself. "Chapter 12, or 13, 15, no 11. Yes 11," she grinned and hit print on the computer. Skimming through the newly printed pages she found what she was looking for and circled it. Kat took the codings back from Kendall and then distributed them in order amongst Weiss, Vaughn, Sydney, Will, Marshall and Kendall. "Over here," she directed them all to stand in order several feet in front of a whiteboard. Kat stood facing them scrutinizing the placement of the coding sheets. She changed her mind several times and rearranged them once more. Studying the pages she'd printed from the internet she began making notations on the whiteboard and then highlighting and crossing out sections on the coding every once in a while making reference to the internet pages she held in her hand. The crowd around them began to grow as curious onlookers caught sense of the excitement. Many of the agents in the operations center had tried their hand at the code but to no avail. It took nearly ten long minutes before Kat finally wrote the final results on the white board.
It was an address located in St. Petersburg Russia with the number key to a high security safe and the words to an old nursery rhyme, Jack and Jill.
"It was that easy," she smiled sitting back in a chair and admiring her handiwork. "Once I knew I wrote it, I just had to think of a creative way to find out what it meant."
"That creative process was?" Lindsey asked a few moments later after instructing the agents in analysis to locate the address.
Kat flipped to the first page of the print out and showed them, "Nancy Drew and The Case of The Secret Code, Chapter eleven."
"Nancy Drew?" Sydney said surprised.
"Oh like you never read them," she grinned teasingly and then her expression took on a more serious tone. "Come on guys I was five, there's no way I could have come up with that on my own. I took the code from the book and manipulated it to fit my needs," She shrugged.
"You read Nancy Drew when you were five?" Lindsey asked skeptically.
"No," she shook her head, "I didn't read Nancy Drew when I was five." She almost laughed at seeing a grin start to spread on his face. "I was four," she caught him offguard.
Sydney had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she saw the smirk on her sister's face. She loved to press Robert Lindsey's buttons.
"I read Tolstoy when I was nine," she shrugged.
"Do you remember the time period when you wrote it?" Kendall pulled a chair over to sit in front of her.
"Not exactly," she shook her head. "I don't know why I wrote it. I don't know if I wrote it because I wanted to or if Irina asked me to or if Khasinau did. I don't even know if Khasinau knew how to read it or if I did it for him. I remember the room, it was an office. I remember it smelled like...... spicy, like peppermint and tobacco. Most of all I remember being hungry, but either I wasn't allowed to or I just wouldn't eat until I finished. It was a new place though, I don't remember being there before, but I think I was there for a while anyway. That's all I know."
"And the nursery rhyme?" Kendall asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't know what it means. I do know that I hate the damn thing. Really, who cares about Jack and Jill falling down a hill? I've always thought it was rather creepy.
"I have a contact in St. Petersburg. I'll contact him, see what I can find out," Vaughn volunteered.
"Alright," Kendall nodded. "Agent Weiss and Bristow, check with your contacts as well and based on Intel received I want you to spec out the mission. I want you to go in ASAP. Briefing in 90 minutes," he finished and stood beginning the trek back to his office with Lindsey following close behind. He stopped momentarily as he passed Kat. "Good work, Miss. Bristow."
"Do my ears deceive me? Did Baldi actually give a compliment?" Kat said in a low teasing voice. "I think I might faint." She took a few steps towards Sydney's desk and put her hand to her forehead and pretended to faint dramatically collapsing into the chair beside the desk.
Sydney laughed and walked back to her desk. "I'm really proud of you," she smiled and sat down in her chair. "You were great."
"Thanks," she grinned. "The answer was so simple, I just can't believe it took so long." Groaning slightly she lifted her injured leg and rested her shoe on the edge of Sydney's chair.
"Your leg's hurting?" Sydney asked.
"You could say that," she sighed. "First day without the cane. I didn't realize how much I'd been depending on it. I took aspirin; I'll be fine. I better let you get to work."
"Okay," Sydney nodded. "You know I was thinking that I can't see us really doing anything until tomorrow about this so tonight maybe we can do like a girls night in type thing, pizza, popcorn, chick flicks. Just like the old days before things got so........"
"Screwed up?" Kat finished.
"Well I was going to say hectic and complicated-"
"Sounds great," she interjected. "I've got to go see Barnette."
"Good." Syd watched as Kat walked over to Security Agent Fowler or Mr. Shadow as she called him to remind him of their appointment.Once she was gone Sydney began the process of establishing contact with her two contacts in St. Petersburg. With any luck Kat's translation of the code was correct and scroll 47 would be located in a safe at the address in St. Petersburg, Russia.