Previously
Jack's POV

He is Bill!
That kid was good, he didn't falter under pressure and he had everything concerning the mission memorised. I've seen people in this business for years who aren't as good as this kid. I'll be sure to teach him more, and to top it off, he doesn't get under my skin. His future looks promising.

Jack's POV

"Agent Vaughn, congratulation on a job well done." I can't lie he did do a fantastic job!

"Ah… Thankyou." the look of bewilderment on his face is invaluable, I never compliment Agents.

"I believe Devlin said that you would be assigned to me for at least the week, you can help with missions and information gathering if you want. You willing to accept, this will be challenging? If he accepts without hesitation I will help him, if not…

"Of course Agent Bristow, I would be honoured to assist you!" He maintains eye contact, a smile, appears eager with no hesitation. He's in.

"Agent Vaughn, tomorrow morning I have a meeting with an undisclosed contact, will you join me? The meeting is at 10am, if you are at my house at 9oclock you may come otherwise please don't waste my time I expect the best." I didn't wait for his reply I just left him in my office. He looked shocked, but somehow, still eager. He actually wants to work in this business not just to preserve his father's memory. These new agents don't even know how this life will change them!

Vaughn's POV
The next morning

I step up to Bristow's front door; he has a really nice house, big for one person really big. I ring the door bell, once I don't want tot piss him off.

"Good morning Agent Vaughn I am glad you could join me." Jack Bristow actually seemed cheerful, 'what in the heck is going on.'

"Agent Bristow I wanted to thankyou for this opportunity, is there anything I should know before we leave?"

"Yes, there are two things, one; please when we aren't in the office or in front of our superiors Jack, will be fine and two; give your mother a call and tell her you are all right and then tell her someone would like to speak to her." Why would Agent Bristow want or even, allow me to call him 'Jack'. Wait why does he want to speak to my mother, I know he knows her from when he was an agent but I hadn't heard of him since except for my fathers diaries, that is until after my recruitment. What does he want to say? Oh-no the silence it's been too long. Bristow- sorry 'Jack' has moved his phone round and is offering me the receiver. I quickly take it from him and begin to dial the familiar number, after two rings my mama picks up the phone.

"Hello, mama?"

"Hello my beautiful boy, how are you, are you okay? Has anything happened?" 'I hate that it's the first thing she thinks now has been ever since I was recruited she sounds so so worried, hearing her it breaks my heart, but I need to protect my country.'

"No mama, everything is fine. I just called to see how you are and to say that I am good." Well it isn't a complete lie; I do want to know how she is.

"That's good, and Michel I am fine thankyou. But I can hear it in your voice, there is something else." 'She can always catch me when I hold back anything.'

"Actually mama, there is someone here who wants to speak to you, do you mind?"

"Not at all, but who is it?" 'My mama is always curious; I guess that's where I get it from. I assume Jack doesn't want me to tell her, so I give her the simplest answer I can.'

"You'll see." I say as I hand Jack the phone.
Jack takes the phone and looks up at me, indicating he wants some privacy so I go out of his office and close the doors. 'Oh I can not say how much I want to know what they are saying?' in the large hallway I sit down on one of the chairs there are, 'this could take a while.' I see some movement out of the corner of my eye I see movement. I turn my head just in time to see a girl about 18-ish closing the door silently, I should have heard her open that, puff CIA special trained agent my ass. She looks like she's come home from partying all night, by the way she's dressed. Tight leather flared trousers, a black low cut top stylish leather boots. She has long brown hair that looks as silky as a model, straight out of an advert with heavy black makeup on her eyes, and red lipstick which make her lips look even more attractive. That can't be Bristow's daughter, I mean she's HOT! Hold on I so didn't just say that. Jack would kill me if he knew!

"Hey." 'Hey' what the hell was I thinking? She looks up at me with a look on her face half way between deer in the headlights and a kid being caught with her arm in cookie jar.

"Hi. Who are you?" Reasonable question if only I had a reasonable answer. What am I suppose to say? -'Oh, I'm your father's new CIA agent/friend. He invited me over so we could go and talk to some pretty shady people. What about you?' I don't think that would sit to well.

"I'm uhh?….umm…I'm Michael….Vaughn, you can just call me umm… Vaughn. I'm your father's friend." Oh My God. I've turned into a Weiss. I stuttered! Way to go to come over as professional, god one pretty girl and I turn in to a firkin monkey. That's just great.

"Oh! You're a bit young aren't you? Oh well." Thank god I didn't have to answer that. I don't think I could have. She says sighing her eyes dart to the door of her dad's office for a second then she looks back at me, smiles tucks a strand of hair behind her ear tilts her head to one side looking kind of worried hesitates then asks me; "Could you to do me a favour?"

"Sure…Whatever you need," I sound like a sap. But she is really HOT and she's Jacks daughter I am sure he would want me to watch out for her. I am sure there is a flaw in that logic somewhere.

"Listen, when you see my dad next just say you haven't seen me, and when I you see me pretend that we've never met." She says quietly while heading towards the door opposite Jack's office.

"What?" 'That was a little loud ops' in a strained whisper I continue; "What? You want me to lie to Jack Bristow? Are you insane?"

"Don't worry I do it all the time, he'll never know unless we tell." She says smiling at me coyly, oh god what do I do? Help the beautiful damsel in distress and possibly get castrated or tell on her and make her pissed at me. She pauses a minuet looks me up and down 'hold on is she checking me out. Well if she does it no harm in me…' my eyes can't help but wander, she is really hot. 'No! I would like to make it out of this house in one piece.' As my eye go back to hers she s smiling and biting her lip 'oh crap she caught me. I really don't think the 'but you did it first' argument is really going to help me here.'

She smiles tucks the same piece of hair behind her ear she did before and glances at the still closed door of her fathers office creeps back to me and says in this good little girl voice 'which I so do not buy… ok maybe a little';

"By the way my name's Sydney, Vaughn" Oh God what do I do? What do I do? Do I tell Jack the truth and be murdered by his daughter and have her hate me for the rest of my life or do I do what she says and pretend we never met and probably end up being tortured by Jack. 'I think I would prefer the castration and torture. No I did not just think that.'

Sydney slips away shyly into the room opposite her dads office. After she disappears giving me one last glance I hear a shower turn on, that must be a bathroom. I cover my face instantly with my hands lost in a thousand thoughts; 'What am I going to do? I hope she's OK. I hope nothing happened to her during the night. I'm worried about her. So should I tell her father? But the look in her eyes, it looked as though she trusted me. I wish Weiss were here he'd know what to do. 'Dude, are you crazy, that chicks HOT! Help her!' Ok I think I know what he'd say. I'll help her but then I'll have a long talk with her about this, maybe over coffee, or dinner. What the hell am I thinking?'

I look up at the sound of Jack Bristow clearing his throat he is looking at me like I'm an alien, how long has he been standing there for? That is so not a good trait for a spy.

"Vaughn, your mother said goodbye." And with that he nodded his head to his office.

"Have you seen my daughter? She is usually up by now. I should probably go check on her." Crap. What do I do?

"Oh I heard the shower turn on a few minutes ago." Not a complete lie. But the look that Jack gives me makes me think that he knows something is not right. All that goes trough my head over and over again while I try and keep a strait face is; He can't read minds … He can't read minds… He can't read minds. Ok phew that was so close, his face changes back to normal, with no emotion.

"Ok, I wanted you to meet her. Maybe next time." 'What, he wants me to meet her! Why?' Jack walks round me to get a file off one of the side tables with his back to the doors. Just then Syd walks out of the bathroom stops standing there smiling at me behind her fathers back wearing nothing but a towel. 'Got to keep a strait face. Got to keep a strait face. Got to keep a strait face.'

"Hi daddy" Jacks looks around at her his face looks as though he is going to burst. 'Got to keep a strait face. Don't laugh. Got to keep a strait face. Don't laugh.' is all that is going through my head, well that and of corse 'Don't drool, don't drool.' She really knows how to tic him off.

"Sydney," he sighed, 'I think he gets a lot of this.' "I'd like you to meet Michael Vaughn, Vaughn, this is my daughter Sydney Bristow." She had a glint in her eyes. I think I'm going to like working here.

Jacks Conversation:

Mrs Vaughn: "Hello?"
Jack Bristow: "Hello Amelia, its Jack Bristow."
MV: "Jack, it's nice to hear from you. How is Sydney?"
JB: "She's good; she's going through her rebellion stage."
MV: "Oh, I remember Michel at that age." She says chuckling at the memory.
JB: "Amelia, I know how much it must hurt you to know that Michael is with the agency, but, I promise you, I will look after him, nothing will ever happen to him."
MV: "Thankyou Jack, you don't know how much that means to me, to hear you say you will look after my son."
JB: "It's the least I can do for you and Bill. It's what he would have wanted. He's even quite a good agent as well."
MV: "Once again, thank you I am glad it is you looking after him, I know you will be there for him."
JB: "I'm sorry to say but I really must be going be safe and remember please if you ever need anything, I'm only a phone call away."
MV: "I will remember that Jack. Keep my Michel and Sydney out of harms way and be safe Jack. Goodbye."
JB: "Goodbye Amelia, please take care of yourself."
MV: "I will, goodbye."