Hi. This is the 2nd Chapter of my Alias/Law and Order crossover story dealing with the delayed fallout from Jack and Sloane's actions in helping overthrow Allende.

I didn't get any reviews for the first chapter so I thought I'd give it another try to see if that was due to the short length of Chapter 1 or maybe the story itself is at fault. Anyway, I hope someone reads and hopefully enjoys this.

Chapter 2

Jack McCoy looked up from the pile of papers in front of him as Serena Southerlyn ushered Briscoe and Green into his office.

"Any problems?" he asked.

Lennie Briscoe shook his head, "They came quietly. Didn't even protest their innocence. We took them straight to Central Booking and left them taking advantage of their constitutionally protected right to call a lawyer."

"Something they didn't give Selzer." McCoy observed. "You read them their rights when they were arrested?"

"Yeah." Green said, "And we checked they understood them. They both said they did and we can bring half of LAPD's finest to confirm that"

"Good. They say anything at all?"

Briscoe shrugged, "They said 'Hi' to each other on the plane. Apart from that they went for the strong, silent routine."

"OK. Keep trying to trace the whereabouts of that former prison guard. He may have actually seen Bristow and Sloane kill Selzer."

As Briscoe and Green filed out, McCoy turned to Serena, "Arrange the arraignment for evening court. Bloomberg was active in the anti-Vietnam war movement. He's one of the last liberals. Once he hears the words 'CIA', 'black operations' and 'murder' in the same sentence, he'll order them to be remanded. "

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Sydney sat on a battered plastic seat in the shabby surroundings of the Lower Manhattan Arraignment Court, watching a steady stream of criminal defendants appear through a door at the side of the court, stand before the judge to enter their plea and then be bailed or remanded. Around her, prosecutors and defence lawyers walked in and out of the courtroom and chattered quietly, waiting for their cases to be called. To her mind, the noise and constant movement was more reminiscent of a bus terminal than the dignified surroundings she'd expected of a court of justice. Beside her sat Nadia, her face showing worry mixed with a fierce determination to support her father. Sydney suspected these were reflected in her own expression. In the last 12 hours she felt she had entered a nightmare version of "Through the Looking Glass"…

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12 hours earlier

Weiss looked at his watch. "Sloane's late." he observed, causing Sydney to consult hers.

"So is my father." she frowned, "That's odd; they're both normally very punctual." Out of respect for her sister she didn't add that, as far as she was concerned, punctuality was Sloane's only virtue.

Sensing her unease, Vaughn picked up the internal phone and dialled Administration. After a short conversation he reported. "Neither of them has left a message."

Sydney and Nadia glanced at each other in concern, then both took out their cell phones and dialled their fathers numbers, only to discover that their cells had been turned off, something unheard of for men who were on call 24/7.

Less constrained than Sydney in giving his opinion of their boss, Dixon said "Sloane's up to something. He must be!" as he reached for the phone to contact Director Chase.

Then Nadia's cell rang and Nadia answered, relief written on her face.

"It's my father's home number." she explained, "Perhaps he's ringing to say he's been delayed."

Dixon quietly asked Heyden Chase to hold as he and the others waited expectantly. As they watched, they saw Nadia's expression change. After quietly thanking whoever had rung she ended the call.

There was a haunted look in her eyes as she told the others, "That was Mrs. Garcia. She comes in three times a week to clean for my father. She said the neighbours saw him being arrested and driven off in an LAPD police car about an hour and a half ago."

Sydney tried to keep her expression neutral as she heard this news but inwardly she felt vindicated. She'd been right about him using APO for some devious purpose of his own. Now he had been found out and he would finally be made to pay for his crimes. Maybe her father had been behind the arrest and that explained his absence? She noticed that Dixon's face had relaxed and there was a satisfied look in his eyes as he relayed this information to Chase, only to see it tighten again as he listened to her response.

Dixon put down the phone and reported, "Chase says there's no active investigation into Sloane taking place currently and no order for his arrest. She'd know if there was. She also says that if a Federal Agency had been involved they wouldn't have used uniformed officers or a marked police vehicle. She and the CIA can't be involved officially so she wants us to find out what is going on."

"I can tell you that!"

Everyone turned to Marshall who had been typing feverishly on his terminal, unnoticed by the others.

"When Ms. Santos mentioned the LAPD I hacked into their database. Mr Sloane was arrested on a warrant issued by a New York City judge." His expression became almost apologetic as he turned to Sydney, "And I'm afraid he wasn't the only one. There was also a warrant for your Dad. I guess we have to assume he's been arrested as well!"

Sydney's stomach clenched, "What's the charge?" she asked.

Marshall looked serious as he replied, "The same as Mr. Sloane - murder. Of someone named James Selzer …?"

End flashback.

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Sydney turned to look at Thirly Wilson, the lawyer the CIA had provided, although, officially, he was retained by the bank that provided APO's cover story. He was talking to the criminal attorney Sloane, less trusting of the US Government's willingness to protect his interests, had privately retained. Seeing her, they broke off their discussion and walked over. Wilson leaned towards both women and spoke quietly.

"The worst will be over soon, Ms. Bristow, Ms. Santos." he said gently. He nodded towards Sloane's lawyer; "Mr. Shapiro and I have agreed a joint defence strategy. This case is a crock. The DA has no jurisdiction in Chile. When the judge hears the facts, we're certain he'll grant bail so they'll be free before the end of the day. Then we can get a motions hearing and have the case dismissed."

Nadia looked at Sloane's attorney, "Won't the judge be unwilling to release someone with my father's past?" she asked.

Jerry Shapiro smiled reassuringly at her, "All references to your father's prior activities were removed from standard law enforcement databases as part of his most recent pardon agreement. As far as the DA and the judge know, your father's never even had a traffic ticket!"

"Docket number 125647, People versus Jonathan Donahue Bristow and Arvin Sloane." the Court Clerk shouted above the noise, "Charge is Murder in the 2nd degree."

With a final smile at the two women, Wilson and Shapiro hurried towards the judge's bench. Sydney's eye's turned to the side door in time to see deputies escort her father and Sloane into the court. Her father looked calm and controlled but she couldn't help noticing his slightly dishevelled appearance and the five-o-clock shadow on his usually clean shaven face. She caught his eye and smiled at him. Sloane's gaze slid past hers' to settle on Nadia. Sydney noted an expression of relief cross his face at seeing Nadia sitting there beside her.

They took their places before the judge who glanced down at them with a bored, seen it all before expression.

"Pleas?" he asked.

"Not Guilty." Wilson and Shapiro spoke on behalf of their clients.

"Surprise, surprise!" the judge noted.

Sydney read the judge's name off the plate in front of him, Simon Bloomberg. She had to stop herself from screaming at him. How could he make sarcastic comments when her father's future was at stake?

"Your Honour, the People ask for remand. This was a brutal and premeditated act. The defendants, tortured, mutilated and then killed the victim in cold blood."

Sydney looked at the attractive, fair haired woman, who clearly represented the District Attorney's office, and hated her.

Wilson spoke on behalf of both defence lawyers. "Your Honour, this case is a non-starter. The DA's office has no jurisdiction. The alleged crime took place in Chile for goodness sake! Mr. Bristow and Mr. Sloane are both highly reputable businessmen with family and strong ties to the community. Mr. Shapiro and I ask for ROR on behalf of both our clients."

Judge Bloomberg showed the first sign of interest Sydney had seen in the hour she had sat in the court.

"Chile, Ms. Southerlyn?" he asked.

"Both defendants were part of a CIA black operations unit deployed to support the military coup against President Allende of Chile in 1973. The People can show that the operation was organised and run out of the CIA Field Office here in Manhattan, giving us jurisdiction under the State Supreme Court's decision in New York-v-Kruger. Mr. Bristow and Mr. Sloane were arrested in California. Although Mr. Sloane was born and raised in Brooklyn, neither have any current ties to this city. In addition, both are trained agents, experienced in crossing borders covertly and are likely to have contacts capable of providing them with false identification. The People believe they constitute a flight risk."

Sydney saw Bloomberg give her father and Sloane a long, appraising stare before turning back to the woman he had called Ms Southerlyn.

"When did Arthur Branch develop this quixotic streak?" he asked. Then before she had a chance to answer, he ruled, "Defendants remanded to custody."

"Your Honour!"

Bloomberg raised his hand to interrupt Shapiro, "You can renew the applications at the motions hearing I'm sure both of you are already planning."

Sydney reached out and held Nadia's hand tightly as they both sat in horrified disbelief.

As Jack and Sloane turned to be led off to the holding pens under the court for transport to Riker's Island, their faces were impassive. When they caught their daughters' eyes, however, they attempted a reassuring smile.

TBC.

GLOSSARY

Arraignment - A court proceeding at which a person is informed of the charges against him or her.

Bail - Money ordered to be paid to the court in exchange for release from jail while a criminal case is pending.

Central Booking - Police Department office where fingerprints and photographs are taken after an arrest.

Court Clerk - Supervises the court personnel and is in charge of the court's paper work. Also swears in witnesses and calls the cases on the calendar.

Decision – A determination by one or more senior judges that has force of law.

Holding Pens – Secure area within a court where defendants are held pending transportation to a jail.

Hearing - A court proceeding where testimony is given, exhibits are reviewed, and/or legal arguments are made, to help a judge decide an issue in a case.

Motion - A request for a judicial decision.

Murder in the 2nd degree – A murder committed in circumstances showing a depraved indifference to human life.

Remand - To be sent to jail.

Riker's Island – New York City jail holding those awaiting trial and those sentenced to short terms of imprisonment.

ROR – (release on recognizance To be released from jail without bail while a case is pending.

Warrant – An official order issued by a judge

Definitions mostly obtained from the New York State Criminal Justice System Handbook.