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Chapter 20

General POV

Sydney looked from her mother to her father and then back again at her father. By this time she was just ignoring Michael all together.

"No I'm not doing it." Sydney said stubbornly.

Jack sighed, "You have to, you have no choice."

"I have plenty of choice; I am the boss of me."

"Don't make me get Dixon involved in this."

"I make my own decisions."

"Try telling that to him."

"AHH, you all frustrate me too much!"

Vaughn looked up from his book his was reading. "But I didn't say anything."

"Yes but you are still irritating." Sydney turned to her father, "I am not going to pretend I am a pregnant doctor that enjoys cutting people up just so I can find out how David died."

He shrugged and turned to Irina "Well then will you do it?"

"No. there's no way I'm going near some dead guy." She looked at Jack, "You do it then."

"No."

"Well that just leaves Vaughn." Sydney said turning to him.

"Hmm?" he asked looking up from his book, totally unaware of what was happening in front of him.

"Just say yes" Sydney said.

"No then."

"But I told you to say…"

"Yes I know, but there is one thing my dear that I have learnt about you over the last many years."

"What's that?" Sydney asked confused.

"Never trust a Bristow."

"Amen to that" Irina said.

"Or a Derevko for that matter."

Irina grinned and looked at Jack, "See he really is smart sometimes."

Sydney sighed "Fine, I'll do it."

"Ha, I won!" Vaughn said jumping up.

Jack and Irina then withdrew $50 dollars each and handed it over to Vaughn. Sydney turned from her dad to her mum to her future husband in disgust.

"You had a bet on me?" she demanded.

Irina nodded, "we knew that you would refuse so we had a bet about who could break you first and Agent Vaughn did it."

Sydney's POV

So that was how I found myself being in a room with a dead CIA agent, a bitchy pathologist and a grumpy detective.

I was wearing a wig. The wig was red in color with ringlets. It was tied back into a simple pony tail. I was dressed in green scrubs with plastic bags over her feet. A comm. link in my ear so I could hear everything that Michael, Mom and Dad were saying.

After surveying the room I decided that this had to be the worst op I have ever been on. How people could do this on a daily basis. I was day dreaming so I didn't hear the bitchy pathologist ask me a question.

"I beg your pardon." I said in an English accent. My name was Doctor Amy Sutherland, a professional in the lines of ammunition and I waiting for the bullet from David's head. As they rolled him in on a steel gurney I felt my heart come up into my throat. I was so tempted to cry but I composed myself and thought of myself just as the doctor.

"I said, are you going to stand there and look like a dumb idiot or are you going to pass me the scalpel." She said pissed off.

"You need to get laid." I muttered under my breath.

"I beg your pardon, what did you just say?" she asked knowing full well what I just said.

"Nothing." I said trying very hard not too laugh because I had Mom and Michael laughing really hard in my ear.

"Good one Syd." Mom said.

"Irina, she needs to concentrate." Dad said angrily.

"Well?" Jasmine Fellows prompted.

"Nothing" I said.

She nodded "That's what I thought."

I watched the autopsy with great disgust and I was ready to throw up when Fellows turned to me. She handed me a little plastic bag and turned back to the body. "You have got what you came for, now you can piss off."

"Tell her you need a copy of the report for reference to the entrance point of the bullet." Dad said in my head.

I turned around. "One more thing Dr. Fellows."

Fellows looked up from the body. She looked surprised as it was the first time I had addressed her by her title since I came into the room. "Yes Dr. Sutherland." She said showing me the same respect.

"I am going to need a copy of the report if that is ok" I said.

She looked slightly confused, "Why?"

"I am going to need to know points of entrance on the body."

She studied me for a while and I thought that my cover was blown. Instead she returned to the body and continued her job. "I'll post you a finished copy, you will ring me when you get the results."

I nodded, "You will be the first on my list. Goodbye Dr. Fellows."

"Until next time Dr. Sutherland."

I left the room and went into the locker room. I changed into a business suit that I wore before I changed into the scrubs and then I threw up.

Vaughn's POV

Sydney came back into the van after being the room for almost five hours. When she came in she looked sick as hell. Her face was pale, her hair was everywhere, her clothes were crumpled and there were big black bags under her eyes. She clasped into my arms and softly began to cry.

"Michael I love you so much, you have to promise that you will never die on me."

I kissed her temple lightly and then I promised that I would never leave her or our child.

Author's Note: I know that this chapter was a little boring so there is no need to tell me that, but the last part is very important. I'm glad that this chapter didn't take me long to put up. This is because we are spending so many lessons in the computer rooms and not doing any work. I hope to get the next chapter up before the end of November. Until then, please review I love getting them.

Shelby.