Furtive Fragments

Chapter. 3 :

By : Dru

Disclaimer in chapter 2

"Sydney, are you all right?" Elle asked her handler through the bathroom door where said handler was puking her guts out. "Maybe I should call someone and let them know your sick." She just finished saying that, as the the door opened and a very pale looking Syd stood in the doorway.

"No, I'm fine. I'm all right. I'll be fine long before the party starts." She told her, as she went to her suitcase and started to pick out some cloathes. But then she turns around, holding a blue T-shirt, just as Elle was about to leave. "Actually, can I tell you a secret? Promise you won't tell a soul?" Syd asked her, as she walked closer to Elle, just in her PJ-pants and bra.

"Could this secret get me killed, injured or kidnapped? Or all of the above?" Is the first thing Elle asks Syd. Understandable because umh, she got herself a copy of Sydney's file. Read the thing in one go. Geeze, what a soap opera.

"Well, you never know. But it's not job related, not really." Sydney told her, as she twisted the t-shirt around in her hands. That one was going to have some major wrinkles in it at the end. Maybe that was the look she was going for.

"Oh, okay. Shoot. Well, you know..." Elle told her, she saw that Syd was pretty worried. What had the super spy in such a knot?

"I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant." Sydney told her, and then looked down at the carpeted hotel floor, Well, Elle hadn't been really exspecting that kinda news. But I guess, great for her and her dorky boyf...wait, finacé. Someone told her that they had just gotten engaged. Good luck.

"Pretty sure?" Elle asked her, and couldn't help but stare at Sydney's stomach and that area. She wondered how far along she was, couldn't be far if she was sure yet. But who knows, she had heard of like at least towo women who were pregnant and they didn't know they were untill they gave birth.

"Well, I've only done the home-test thing. Doctors appointment is next week. I only did the test this morning before work." She told Elle, before loosing her grip on T-shirt and getting another shirt. So the wrinkled look was not something she was going for.

"Oh, well, this is great news. It's Vaughn's, right?" Elle asked her, and Sydney only looked at her with this 'what do you think?' look. "Off course, what am I saying. He's the soulmate." She told Syd, barely containing her laughter. As if. But before they talk more about it there was a knock on the door.

Sydney went to the door, and asked who it was. It was Ryan, he wanted to get in. When he was let in, he just crashed on the couch. Mumbling about why no one woke him up.

"That's because it's only 8 amin the morning. The mission and all aren't untill tonight. You could have slept longer.I promise I'd wake you up if anything intresting or exciting fun was to be had." She told him, smiling but then the smile turned into a smirk.

"Seriously, stop doing that. It freaks me out, dude... and... and your mean." He tells her, and throws his arms over his face. And oh my, he was pouting. Well, possibly a fake pout but damn, he looked great all woken up, tired, etc. Maybe her bad boy phase was about over.

"But your so much fun to tease, and hello, the 'smirk' stays." She told him, planting herself in the chair next to the couch and laughs. He just stuck his tounge out at her. She did it back, and Syd just rolled her eyes.

That night :

Sydney was on comms, or what Dixon did on her solo missions. Elle & Ryan had stopped the bickering, now acting all couply. She was wearing this aqua-blue dress that ended just above her knees. It had front and back V-neckline, beaded string ties cinch shoulders. Embroidered, beaded and sequined embellishment below bust. Looked pretty good on her. She had on some cork wedge heels with a 4 inch cork heel sleek and silver metallic leather upper ankle straps that wrap and tie, and had beading at the tips.

They spotted Sark pretty soon, after Ryan had tasted the hors d'oeuvres and Syd reminded him that they had a job to do. Then on their way to the dance floor some guy as he brushed past them felt Elle up. Sydney heard her say under her breath : жопа (Ass). That was weird to Sydney because she thought Elle said she didn't know russian.

But she dismissed it, maybe she knew to swear some. Didn't she say she was learning? Whatever, she decided she was just being paranoid about the people around her once again. Not that her paranoia wasn't justified, but she really hoped Elle was who she said she was.

Elle was supposed to get him alone and blah, blah. She had no idea how to. You'd think this mission would be better planned or something. I mean, this was a full-fledged CIA mission. Or was that APO-mission? Just well, hello, it seemed pretty half-baked. She had a feeling something would be going wrong tonight. It always did.

So basically what seemed to be forever for Ryan, Sark seemed to be leaving and they could finally stop dancing. Though if this wasn't work he'd be slightly annoyed that a woman was leaving him for another guy, but his feet hurt and he needed to sit down! They hadn't been dancing the whole time, but a big chunk of it had been spent dancing. He was desperate for a few minutes of sitting down and rest. He was in shape, really, just somehow the dancing drained him. She wasn't even a bad dancer, but maybe that's the reason. Heh. She was just a better and faster or something dancer, he needed all his energy to keep up with her.

"Hold the elevator, please." She yelled after Sark, as the elevator-doors were closing. For a minute there she thinks he won't, and then she'd be in deep shit. But turns out he had some manners and the doors slide open again.

"Thanks so much. God, I can not wait to get to my room and take these shoes off. Do you mind? Some people hate it when I take my shoes off. What the hell is their problem? Sorry, I have just remembered a totally bitch that freaked out one time at this place I used to work at and told me to never take off my shoes there. Company policy my ass. Blah, blah." She told him, him before she went of on a rant as she started to untie the straps of the shoes.

"Oh, that is too bad. Co-workers like that can be really irritating. But no, I don't mind." He told her, but he figured she would have tken her shoes of anyways. She looked up from her now barefoot feet and into his ice-blue eyes. Huh, he might appear emotionless but if you looked deep enough you saw something flickering there.

"I HATE high heels. But they really fitted my dress and I wanted to look my bes for my fiancé. He is such a sweetie, since I hate these parties I only have to stay a while and then I can leave.Why are you laving so soon?" She asked him, as she tied her shoes together and kinda hanged them on her black Dooney & Bourke "IT" pocket zip-top bag. It was kinda big and not fitting 100 to the outfit, but what the hell she wanted to use it.

"The same reason." He told her, damn he was short worded. She had no idea what she was doing. Why the hell was she talking to him like they were just two normal people on a long, long elevator trip with no muzik.

"What, you hate high heels too?" She asked him, with a smirk. Sark just watched her for a second or two, which was making her slightly uneasy, before answearing her.

"Very funny. No, I only had to stay a little while. I don't like these parties that much either." He told her, then looked at the thing that shows what floor you are on. Still a few floors to go.

"So... are you in a relationship?" She asked him, not because of the mission or anything job-related but because she was being nosy and she had probably already screwed up anyways.

"No. Just ended one though. Bit long term. Ended badly." He told her, as she raised a hand up to fix a strap of her dress. The elevator light shined of something on her wrist. Sark steps closer to her and grasps her hand that has the braclet on.

"Umh, what are you doing?" She asked him, as she stood there frozen. Sure, sure. I can handle it. Give me the mission. Fuck. Damn it, I'm messing up. Do something spy-like. First mission and they hand over this one. Thanks a LOT!

"Where did you get braclet?" He just asked her, ignoring her question. Calm down, calm down. Do not hyperventilate. Shit, shit. And you're still attracted to him. That's just sick. Scared the hell of him, but damn you think he's hot.

"Why do you want to know? It's only a braclet." She tels him, trying to tug her hand away. GOD! He's a fucking freak. Damn, and he was SO hot. Off course, there had to be something wrong with him.

"Just tell me." He tells her, in this grave 'don't even think about lying or try to get away' voice. He totally freaked out over the engraving. Stupid engraving. She didn't even know what it meant. What if he asked what it meant?

"It's always been mine, you freak. What's it to you? The fact that it's white gold or something? Let...go of my...HAND." She bit out in the end, as she kept on tugging but he wasn't budging one inch. He did not look that strong.

This was bad, bad, bad, BAD! She was freaking out and there was something wron with her comm. She was trapped with freaking Julian 'Mr. Sark' Lazarey. She's such an idiot. She should have just gone with what her mom had in mind for her. But NOOO she had to do something good for her country, and all that patriotic stuff.

"Always? Are you sure?" He asked her, his grip loosening up a bit and her (and shoes) fell to the ground.

"Yes, or so says my mom. I didn't get it untill I was 16. I really never take it of. Why should I? Will you now PLEASE let go of me." She asked him, as she tried tugging again and he let go this time. So, she went flying to the floor of the elevator. She struggled to get to her feet, damn dress. Stupid braclet. Unbelievable! After being all weird about her damn braclet, he offers his hand to help her get up.

He was mumbling something about a 'Sandra', Whatever, she'll find a way to take him out and get the object she was sent after. No why they thought he had it, who knows, but she wasn't goning to ask. They knew better, she guessed.

"What...is wrong with you?" She asked him, before slapping him. Seriously, she slapped him and his cheek got a red hand print on it. He had never been slapped like that. An angry female, like in the movies. It would have been funny if it had been someone else. After he had been slapped, he took a step or two back and tripped over her bag (and shoes). This was not a really big elevator so he hit his head on a wall and also hit the floor bad. So he was definatly knocked outcold.

"Shit!" She says, standing barefeet over a knocked out Mr. Sark. "Shit! Shit! FUCK!" She was saying, this was not turning into a good night or mission. She kneeled down by her bag (and shoes) and digged out her cellphone. It was turned off, but she doesn't remember turning it off. She turned it on, but just as she finished punching in her pin-code it said 'Good-Bye'.

FUCK!

What to do? What to do? They were almost to the ground floor. Damn it! Damn! Crap! She searched him for the object, but fuck, turns out he doesn't even seem to have it. See, freaking half-baked.

To Be Continued...

A/N : So, I typed it up and finished at 1:24 am. Technically friday now. lol. The 29th of july. I'm hungry or something, but now I just need some sleep. :yawn: Work tomorrow. Please, don't let this one girl be workin the shift with me. She makes me want to slap her. Seriously slap her and tell her to shut the fuck up.

Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. Prettttyyyyyy please leave a reply because they make me all happy and hyper. I tend to totally write when I'm hyper. So, yes, leave a reply. :)

Dru