Author's notes: This story was no beta read. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Please review, and I hope this story makes you feel better cause I was very disappointed by the crappy finale.
Summary: Katya is not happy about her sister's death, something that should have never happened. She's going to make things right again. She is a woman with a plan.
Chapter 1: Stubbornness of a nieceShe felt like she was suffocating under the hood, but the tape on her mouth prevented her from voicing her discomfort. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and someone was walking her down a long corridor. She felt like they'd been walking forever. There was only one person with her, from what she could tell. The same woman from before, she assumed. Sydney had no idea how long she'd been unconscious though.
She'd awaken in the backseat of a car, not hers, but a sedan, from the sound and shape of it. She'd tried to rise to a sitting position but whomever was driving had threatened to knock her unconscious again if she didn't lay back down. The voice was muffled because of the hood covering her head but she'd obeyed nonetheless. There had been no other words exchanged since.
She wished she could talk, ask about Isabelle, but her abductor wasn't in a hurry to free her. Finally she was pushed into a chair and the woman freed her hands from the handcuffs, only to tie them separately to the arms of the chair. Sydney yanked on her new bonds and felt plastic bite into her skin. She knew she was being watched but didn't care. The footsteps retreated and, after a while, she settled against the back of the chair and waited.
"Sydney."
The voice, coming out of nowhere, startled her, and she realised she'd dozed off.
"Good, you're awake." The hood was yanked off her head, leaving her blinking stupidly to try and clear her vision. Hundreds of thoughts popped in her head when she recognised who was standing in front of her. She knew why she was here now.
"I'm sorry for the way I brought you here. I know you must be angry, but you are going to listen to what I have to say. Are we clear?"
Sydney gave her the best Bristow glare she could manage despite her increasing worry but the woman remained impassive, waiting. More than anything, Sydney wanted answers. She didn't have time to act tough like an agent should when captured. She abandoned her façade and nodded. She tried not to flinch when Katya Derevko's hand came too close to her face for comfort.
"What did you do to my daughter?" Asked Sydney as soon as Katya ripped the tape from her mouth.
"She's safe," gruffly replied Katya. She almost sounded offended. "I may be many things but I wouldn't hurt a baby."
"I wouldn't put it past you," snapped Sydney.
Katya sighed, this was going to be harder than she'd expected. "Poor little girl, you think you know everything. I dropped Isabelle off at your friend's house hours ago."
"What friend? I don't believe you. I swear if you so much as…"
"Quiet." She dialled a number on her cell phone and put it to Sydney's ear without explanation.
"Hello?"
"Carrie? It's Sydney! Is Isabelle with you?"
"Oh my God, Marshall it's Sydney! Yes, yes, she's here…"
Sydney sighed in relief. Her aunt was telling the truth. "Is she alright?"
"Yes, she's perfectly fine. I heard the doorbell rang and when I opened the door, she was just there on the doorstep, in her car seat. I couldn't reach Vaughn so Marshall and I are keeping her with us. Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm…I…" Katya gave her a warning look. "Could you put Isabelle on the phone please?"
"Yes, of course, here she is."
"Baby? It's mommy…" She smiled, recognising her daughter's gurgles and happy squeals. She was glad the baby hadn't been traumatised by her mother's abduction.
Katya, who'd been discreetly smiling at seeing Sydney chat with her daughter, motioned that it was time to hang up.
"Mommy has to go sweetie, but I'll be home soon, and behave for uncle Marshall and Aunt Carrie. Love you sweetie."
Katya put the phone away and gave Sydney a minute to compose herself.
"Thank you," Sydney said quietly, avoiding her aunt's eyes. Maybe the woman wasn't as evil as she wanted people to believe.
"I didn't hurt her, she never even cried. After you were out, I put you in the backseat right next to her. She seemed content to watch you sleep. I left your car at Mr Flinkman's house. You have a beautiful daughter Sydney, congratulations."
Sydney nodded but didn't offer an answer. "What do you want from me?" She had to ask, although if Katya knew about Irina, then this was about revenge, and probably pain.
Katya sighed. "There is so much I want to tell you."
She sat down in the chair she'd occupied before and sorted through her thoughts before starting. "I'm sorry about Nadia. The little time we spent together…I liked her very much."
Sydney felt newfound compassion for her aunt, who seemed sincerely saddened as she talked about her dead niece. "She liked you a lot too. And not just because you told her stuff about…Mom." Her voice caught in her throat and tears started burning her eyes. The mere mention of her deceased mother made her either cry or feel sick.
"Here." Katya gave her some water and straightened when Sydney had composed herself. Time to get down to business. "I know everything Sydney. I know what happened in Mongolia, and in Hong Kong. I know you killed my sister."
TBC
