A/N: Thank you those that reviewedalthough itwas only 4,guess i shouldn't be complaining atleast people don't hate it. I tried to make this chapter long, hopefully it's not confusing i explained a lot. This week has been so busy. Stupid Geography reports and presentations, guitar lesssons, 5 tests, BLEAH. Anyways, sorry it took so long to update, hopefully the next chapter will be up there sooner. Not that any of you care about the excuses that I give.

I forgot to add that this story takes place in Season 4, hopefully people picked up on that. Same rating, disclaimer, summary applies etc. Please review this chapter if you don't review any others, I had such a terrible time writing it since it was with the breifing and everything. I did my best to try and explain the situation with what I had floating around in my mind. Hope you like it and understand it crosses fingers

And So The Story Continues...

It's strange how whenever you are anticipating something, time seems to stand still. Whether it be a television show, birthday party, or a holiday. The clock just seems to tick slower while your staring at it. The past hours had felt like an eternity, and the minutes were only getting longer. Sydney sat in the APO breifing room, staring off into space, her face white, her eyes hollow. Her mind was racing at 100mph, thinking of so many things. It seemed that everything that could have gone wrong, had.

Michael Vaughn was missing, and there couldn't be anything more nerve racking. Sydney Bristow was left to wait. She was left to hope, dream, pray, that the man she loved was still alive. So many people had been taken from her, so many people she loved had been killed. She wanted him to be the exception. She wanted to believe that no matter what came in their way they could make it through. Whether it was supposed death, a homicidal double agent for a wife, or even kidnapping. She wanted to believe their love would survive.

She knew people were talking, the problem was paying attention.

"...and as of right now we are doing everything we can." Her mind snapped back at the sound of Arvin Sloane's voice. He stood in the middle of the white room, adressing the agents sitting around the table. The usual bunch was in the room, along with new faces. Most of them were clad in black, serious expressions on their faces, a few were jotting down notes. Eric Weiss sat beside Sydney, offering his comfort, but it was little help.

"I think we should go over what we know, and discuss what should be done. As you all know, Agent Vaughn was kidnapped 4 hours ago in Spain. Luckily, Agent Bristow managed to make it out." Sloane continued, looking towards Sydney with sincerity in his eyes.

Sydney Bristow didn't believe luckily was the appropriate word. She would have preffered being taken with him, atleast knowing what happened to him. Not sitting here, trying to be optimistic. It was more like trying to be nieve, not wanting to face reality, to face the fact he could be dead. If she was wherever he was now, whether it be suffering with him, dead with him, or trapped with him. It would have been better than not knowing where he was, not having a clue when he would get back, and not knowing if he was still alive.

"Now, it was supposed to be a simple mission. The two agents were sent with Agent Dixon to intercept an explosive that was being transfered at an abandoned warehouse in Madrid. We got intel of this transaction, and immediately sent the agents into the field." Sloane continued. He scanned two men's photos on to the computer screen. "The two men making the transfer were both members of the former Covenant. One of the men had stolen an explosive known as Black Thunder, the other man was purchasing it for unknown reasons. Maybe we went in unprepared, but the two men brought more people with them than expected. Agent Vaughn was caught off gaurd, and the two men escaped. There was one casualty of a John Doe, he was with one of the men. Agent Bristow shot him during her escape, his body has still not been identified."

"The blonde man who stole the explosive is Thomas Caine, American. The dark headed man is Manuel Sanchez, a native of Spain, he was purchasing it. Both have been on our suspected terrorist list for quite some time now, and both were members of the former covenant, as I mentioned earlier. We have agents checking out all their known residences, so far they are no where to be found. We have numerous people meeting with contacts, trying to find out about these men. You people here are to wait until we get a lead. We have all the men we can out in the field, we need some here to wait and be deployed when needed."

Sloane finished talking and returned to his seat. He nodded towards Marshall Flinkman, for him to begin.

"Thank you..Mr. Sloane..." Marshall said, in his usual nervious way. "I tried to track the signal off Agent Vaughn's comm system to see where he might be. Let's just say I had no luck. Now I made these systems, so their good. They would give a signal in most areas. So most likely it was destroyed. They uh probably stepped on it, or broke it in half, or you know shot it or something. I sure hope it was off his head... you know if they shot it..because then..." Marshall looked around noticing the shocked expression on people's faces. "I mean..sorry...you know they probably stepped on it..." Marshall nervously sat back down. Regretting his sentences.

"Thank you Marshall." Sloane said dryly. "Stake outs have been organized at their residences, hang outs, businesses, everywhere down to their grandmother's house. Their telephones and computer are all bugged. If they show up, we will see them. Agents are raiding empty warehouses, former covenant buildings, anywhere Agent Vaughn might be held. We are looking in both Spain and America. I don't think there is much more to be done, as of right now, it seems they have dissapeared. I don't think I have anything more to say...so you are dismissed."

"That's it?" Sydney questioned before anyone could stand up. "It's impossible for someone to just dissapear. They are somewhere, Vaughn is somewhere."

"Sydney you are not the only person who wants Agent Vaughn back." Sloane said softly, sincerity in his voice. "I am doing all that I can do, we have everyone looking, this is our top priority."

"And I am supposed to sit and wait until this is over?" Sydney said, her voice rising, showing no sign of calming down.

"We are all supposed to sit and wait until this is over." It was Jack who spoke this time, his tone was quiet. "There is nothing more that we can do. Unless you want to go and stake out some building, you can not help this situation."

The agents around the room were staring at her. Nadia looked at her sister, wishing she could comfort her. Weiss watched Sydney, hoping she would understand, hoping she would be alright.

Sydney breathed a heavy sigh. She nodded her head, understanding. She had to wait, and no one knew for how long. The only thing left to do was stare at the clock. The second hand getting slower, the minute hand not moving, the hour hand frozen still. It was going to be a long wait, and Sydney Bristow was not a patient person.

- Elsewhere -

He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting his eyesight to the dark surroundings. The floor beneath him was cold, damp. Concrete walls surrounded him on three sides, bars made up the third wall. His head was throbbing, his joints were aching. The cell was dark, a small light luminating a small area on the ground where he was lying. It took him a few minutes to remember the past hours.

He remembered the mission, the warehouse. He remembered hearing gun fire and screaming. He could remember men yelling in Spanish, Sydney yelling his name. That's when he felt the pain at the back of his head. That's when his memory went blank.

Now he had a headache, no clue where he was, where Sydney was. He heard chatter in the distance, down the dark hallway. He saw no one, he just heard two male voices. They were speaking spanish, or atleast that's what it sounded like to his ears. He didn't attempt to pick up their words. He just remained there on the damp dirty floor of the cell he had somehow ended up in. He was curled up, almost in the fetal position. He wanted to do something, to try and get out, to see where he was. But he couldn't. All he could do was remain on the ground. Listening to the men in the background.

He fought off the urge to close his eyes again, but he was tired, he was hurting, he was lost. Shutting his eyes was the easiest thing to do, and he gave into tempation. He would deal with his surroundings later. For now, he would close his eyes, and wait for his headache to go away.