Kathy
CIA Director
Author: Kathy Bruce
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Alias. Alias is the creation of J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, and is owned by ABC, and Touchstone Television, and among other people. I don't own any of them. I only came up with the storyline, and my characters.
Rating: NC-17. Torture,Guns, Smut (later on in the story) and some swearing.
Summary: Sydney finds out that Vaughn has been kidnapped and she would do anything to bring him back alive.
Author's note: The character I've created is "Jessica Holmes". When I first started to write about her. I couldn't think of any good storyline for her and I was about to throw that character and forget about her. My mind kept telling me, "Keep her in." Well, I did kept her in and I finally got a storyline. I won't say what's her storyline is about. You guys have to read and find out. I'm finally writing my story again and almost done with it. I've stopped writing my story because of writers block and my Dad was having heart problems then. I started to write my story second season.
Chapter 1: Missing
Agent Michael Vaughn was on his way home from a long mission. He had a couple more miles to go, after which he could go home, feed his dog, then go to bed and get some sleep. He had been yawning ever since he had gotten into his car.
'Come on, Mike, stay awake,' he said to himself. Suddenly the car made a strange sound, then stopped. Gray smoke floated out from under the hood.
'This can't be good.' Vaughn mumbled to himself. He stepped out of his car and shut the door. He walked up to the front of the car and lifted the hood.
A black van drove up. Two men stepped out of the van, both wearing black masks, black shirts and pants. They walked up behind Vaughn. One man took his gun out and pointed it behind his head.
"Mr. Vaughn, get in the van. If you don't follow my orders, I will kill you," the man said.
Vaughn followed the man's orders. The men shoved him in the van and drove off.
The meeting Sydney came in to her apartment after a long and exhausting day. She'd had four briefing meetings with Kendall. She wondered if Vaughn had made it home safely. She put her stuff down and lay down on the couch. The minute she closed her eyes, the phone rang. The weary agent picked herself up and, with a heavy sigh, walked up to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?"
Sydney paused. It's Weiss on the phone. Why would Weiss be calling me? she thought to herself.
"Wrong number," she said. Then she hung up and rushed to the warehouse. Seeing Weiss leaning against the desk, she started asking questions.
"What's going on? Where is Vaughn?"
He gave her a worried look, not sure of how to tell her the news. There was a long pause before he told her, "Vaughn has been kidnapped."
"What? By whom?"
"We don't know yet."
"How did you find out?"
"Devlin received an e-mail and notified me."
"Do you know who sent it?"
"No. Devlin is going to get an agent to search the e-mail address."
"You know, that e-mail address could have been deleted by now."
Weiss sighed. "I know. That's what I told Devlin."
"Do you know if Vaughn is alright?"
"They said he's alright, for now."
"I'm going to help."
"Sydney, you can't help"
"What!" she yelled. "I have the right to help!"
"Sydney, calm down. "I know you want to."
"Why? Did Devlin tell you I can't help!" she glared at him.
"Yes."
"I don't care what Devlin says. I'm going to help the team!"
"Syd..." Weiss sighed, then continued. "I think it would be best not to look for him. I would like to help also. But I can't, I've got a job to do. I think the best thing for you to do for now is to keep busy. I'm sure Sloane has missions planned for you."
She sighed. "Yes. He does have missions planned, but I'd rather help."
"Sydney, just take my word for it. Keep yourself busy. Call me when you have your next mission. Okay?"
"Okay"
"And I will call you when I hear anything from the CIA." With that, Weiss walked off. Sydney stood there, watching him leave. She yanked her cell phone out of her coat pocket and dialed her father's number.
Jack's Home
Jack was in the kitchen making lunch. All of a sudden he heard his phone ring. He hurried to wash his hands and dry them before walking up to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Sydney." He noted the urgency behind his daughter's voice. "What's wrong?"
"Could we meet somewhere?"
"How about the park?" Jack asked.
"That would be fine."
"I'll see you there."
"Okay. Bye." Sydney said.
En route to Bristow Meeting
Sydney arrived at the entrance to the park not long after hanging up with her father. As she prepared to park her vehicle, her cell phone rang. The number was Weiss' desk at the CIA.
"What have you got?" Sydney asked.
"And hello to you, too," Weiss retorted. "Analysis has traced the e-mail to a laptop."
Sydney groaned. "So, we still don't know who has Vaughn?"
Weiss paused a moment before responding. "Actually, we do. The laptop uses an inscription code exclusive to one company in this country."
"So?" Sydney asked expectantly.
"The only company in the U.S. to use this particular code is Credit Dauphine"
Sydney's sigh was almost a hiss. "Sloane."
A Father and Daughter Meeting
Jack stood there watching his daughter, noticing her sadness showing more and more every day. He could tell by her eyes, by that look. In her life, she had been lied to so many times. She had met her mother, who had faked her death. She had been in love with a man, with whom she had planned spend the rest of her life with; he had been murdered on Sloane's orders. Her best friend had been kidnapped by Sark and tortured by the Asian dentist. Now Sloane had Vaughn in custody. Sydney knew that she loved him and that he loved her. They had actually dated twice. Of course they couldn't tell anyone about it so they had to keep it to themselves, so people wouldn't know that two agents had dated. Jack wished he could hold her, tell her things. He just didn't want to upset her further.
Sydney met her father's gaze. "Why would Sloane do such a thing?" All of her emotions started coming out.
Jack stood there, wanting to give her the answers she needed to know, the answers she would understand. She was no longer a little girl asking him about which drawing of hers he preferred, she was a woman asking questions to which he didn't have all the answers. He couldn't think of anything that would satisfy her. He could see his daughter's tears getting heavier. Her eyes were red from crying so much. Finally, he answered, "I don't know why he wouldn't do it. Sloane is a bastard."
"I'm going to get even with Sloane." Sydney said.
Jack, who had turned to watch the carousel for a moment, faced Sydney once more as the wind started to blow his grayish hair different ways. He knew he would do his very best to protect her from Sloane. "I know you want to get even with him." He could see Sydney was trying to stop crying. She just couldn't.
"Dad, I need your help. I want you to help me destroy SD-6, once and for all. We'll set a date, then we'll do it. I'm going to tell Dixon about who he's really working for. I don't know how much more of this I can take. SD-6 has Vaughn and as far as I know he is still alive. I'm going to get him out." She was crying even harder. As the wind was drying old tears, new ones were now running down her face.
Jack moved close to Sydney as she looked up at him. He then proceeded to hug her for the first time in years, hoping that she would understand that he truly loved his daughter. "I know you will. I will help you. But, If you tell Dixon, his life will be in danger, yours too. I think it would be best not to tell him."
Sydney looked up at him again as they both pulled away. "Dad, I have to do this. I have to tell Dixon! He has the right to know, he's my partner!"
Jack looked at the ground for a moment and sighed. He then looked up at her. "When you tell Dixon, make sure SD-6 isn't tracking you. Don't do it at your home, nor at his home. Be sure you are not anywhere even close to the Credit Dauphine building."
Sydney stopped crying as she realized she had her father's support on this, albeit somewhat reluctant due to his concerns for her safety.
"At the CIA? Would that be all right?"
Jack grew silent. The look on his face revealed that he had a plan.
"What?" Sydney asked.
"That will work. I'll go and see Kendall. He should be there. You will have all the protection you need.
"Thank you." A smile crossed her lips. "When SD-6 is gone. I'm going to celebrate."
"May I join you?" he asked.
She looked at him, somewhat surprised by his request. Her smile broadened. "Yes."
Somewhere in London
Vaughn awoke in pain. When he sat up, his ribs felt as if they were on fire. He groaned in pain as he noticed a lot of blood on his purple shirt and on the pillowcase. He moved his left hand; his right hand came along and he realized that he was handcuffed.
He had to think of a plan. He couldn't stay in this tiny room, with a tiny window. A computer desk and computer stood across the room from his bed.
Vaughn noticed something silvery and shining by the computer's mouse; he stood up and, finding that he was not chained to the bed, walked over to the computer. He then walked up to the door and looked out the window above the doorknob. He turned around and walked back to the computer desk and looked down at that shining object. It was sharp; he knew it would free him, maybe even work on the lock on the door.
He picked up the sharp object, then heard someone walking down the hallway. He walked back to the door. He knew how dangerous this was. He looked out the little window and saw Sark.
The hallway
A tall, dark haired man was talking to Sark. The men nodded, then shook hands. The tall man left and Sark turned his attention to a woman in her 20s. She wore her long, light brown hair in a French braided down her back and her bangs were feathered above her blue eyes. She walked up to Sark and they kissed.
"Miss you." She said.
"And I, you. Sloane has a job for you."
"Really? Do you know what it is?"
"No. He would like to see you. Now."
"All right."
He leaned over and his lips grabbed her lips. They both kissed again. Then she looked at him and smiled. "I'd better go, then."
"I guess you should, while I take care of business."
She turned around and left the hallway as Sark watched her. Vaughn rushed back to sit down on the cot. Before he could try to free himself, the door flew open and hit the wall. He hurried and hid his object in a pants pocket and looked up, acting like nothing had happened.
A blond haired man with blue eyes stared at him coldly from the doorway.
"Mr. Vaughn," he said.
Vaughn looked up at him, "Sark..." He groaned in pain.
Sark, still looking at the CIA agent, walked closer and sat down in a nearby chair. "The CIA took something from us, and we want it back."
"Screw you! You won't get anything back!" Vaughn screamed.
"Did you learn that from, Sydney?"
Vaughn just glared at him.
Sark took his cell phone out and started to dial Sydney's cell phone number.
"Here. Talk to her. Tell her that the kidnappers want the disk and the map that the CIA took. If they don't comply, we will kill you."
Vaughn rolled his eyes at his captor's cliché comment. He started as he heard Sydney's voice.
"Hello? Hello? Anybody there?"
"Sydney..." he groaned in pain.
"Vaughn, where are you?"
Sark could hear Sydney. He looked at Vaughn, "You don't know."
"I...ah don't know," Vaughn responded, rolling his eyes again.
"Is Sark with you? Tell that bastard to get on the phone"
"He's not with me," Vaughn lied. "You have to listen to me."
She became silent.
"The kidnappers wants the disk, and that map that we took."
"Vaughn...no."
"Sydney. They will kill me." Vaughn glared at Sark.
Sark grabbed the cell phone away from him. "Miss Bristow. You listen to me..." He stood up and walked to the door, "If you make any mistakes, such as telling the CIA, I will kill the love of your life."
Tears ran down Sydney's cheeks like stream. "You bastard!" she yelled at him.
He chuckled, "Sloane...knows the truth about you, and your father. That you two are double agents for the CIA and are planning to destroy SD-6."
Sydney's roommate, Will, walked in. "Hey, Syd! I've have great news!" He noticed the worried look on her face and rushed over to her.
Sydney looked up at Will silently. He stood there and waited.
Sark told her where and when to meet so they could trade the disk, the map, and Vaughn. She hung up and turned away from Will as she started to cry.
"Syd?" His arm went around her. "Tell me, what's going on?"
"They have my...I can't..." She wanted to say, but SD-6 might be listening in.
"Syd?" he kept calling her.
Sydney walked up to her television. She turned the volume all the way up. She hoped that SD-6 couldn't hear. Will looked at her strangely.
"They have my handler!"
"Who does?"
"Sark."
"Sark?" Will shuddered at the memory of his captivity with that creep.
"Yes. I want you to stay out of it."
He stood there looking at her, then he nodded. "I'll stay out of it"
The CIA
Sydney rushed up to her father, "Dad, we need to tell, Dixon, NOW."
He looked at her expectantly as he laid a mission folder down, "You heard from the kidnappers?"
She nodded, "It's Sark. That's why I haven't seen him at work."
He stood there. "Did you talk to him or Vaughn?"
"Both. He's going to kill him." She started to cry.
He grew silent again, "Okay...I'll call Dixon and tell him to meet us at the Post Office. There will be a man there named Jerry."
"Okay."
A Few Minutes Later
Dixon waited in front of the post office. Sydney arrived and walked up to him.
"Hi, Syd. Tell me what's going on?"
"I will. Follow me."
They both walked into the building and down a hallway and were met by a man who appeared to work there.
"Jerry?"
"Yes. Follow me."
They both walked into a small, windowless room. It was really hot and full of mail sacks and tubs.
"Sorry about the mess," Jerry said.
"It's alright," Sydney said.
They both sat down to wait for Jack. Sydney kept looking at Dixon. Every time she did, tears ran down her face.
"What's wrong, Syd?" Dixon finally asked.
"You will find out."
"Have I done anything?"
"No, no," Sydney assured him and tried to smile.
"That's good to hear," he said, obviously relieved.
The door opened and Jack and Kendall entered the stuffy room. Dixon looked at the two men curiously as Kendall walked up to him, "Dixon?"
"Yes."
"Nice to meet you. I'm FBI director Kendall."
The men shook hands.
Jack, Kendall, and Dixon sat down and looked expectantly at Sydney.
Sydney cleared her throat a couple of times before announcing, "SD-6 has nothing to do with the CIA. It's part of the Alliance."
Dixon grew silent, his brown eyes growing larger with disbelief at what he had just heard. He glared at Jack. "You knew about this?"
Jack met his glare and nodded.
"How come you never told me?"
"Protection. If I told you, your family and mine would be in danger."
Dixon sighed and rubbed his face with his hand.
Sydney looked at him, "We will explain about the Alliance later. Dixon, we need your help."
Dixon glared at her and nodded.
"My CIA handler, Michael Vaughn, has been kidnapped. Sark and Sloane are behind it." Tears ran down her face.
"We don't know any new hide out that they may have," Jack interjected.
"London," Dixon replied.
"London?" Jack looked at him oddly, "Where at in London?"
"I'm not sure."
Kendall sighed. "It's better then nothing." He rub his hands together and looked at everyone. To Jack and Sydney, he said "We need one of you to go back and find out where."
"Sloane is gone," Sydney informed him.
"How long is he gone for?" he asked.
"He didn't say," Sydney replied, "I could search in his office."
"Go then." Kendall said.
SD-6
Sydney walked into Sloane's office and turned on the computer. She typed in 'London' to see if she could get anything.
She scrolled down to see what he had typed. The computer started to beep and flash, 'London, England.'
"Michael Vaughn is in London, England." She scrolled the screen down and found a photo of the place. She took a CD out and placed it in the drive. She saved that page, then shut down the computer and left his office.
She looked up at Jack as she walked past. "Done."
London
Sark looked at Vaughn, then stood up. Vaughn looked up at him with a glare. Sark drew his gun out and knocked him out cold.
Sark walked out and locked the door. He put the key in his jacket and walked down the hallway into Sloane's new office. The girl was still in his office and they were still discussing her new job.
"You'll start tomorrow," Sloane said.
She smiled. "All right." They shook hands and she headed for the door. Sark and she gazed at each other as she walked out.
Sark looked at Sloane and they waited until the door had shut all the way. "Any word from Agent Vaughn?" Sloane asked.
"No. He won't talk."
"Make him talk. Torture him...if you have to."
"My pleasure," Sark replied with a nod and left the office.
Sydney's apartment
As Sydney drove up to her driveway, she heard a car pulled up behind her. She looked in her review mirror. It was her father. She cut her engine off and walked up to her father's car. He rolled down the window, "Get in. I need to talk to you."
She sighed, nodded, and walked to the passenger side. She climbed in beside her father and shut the door.
Francie was at the apartment, cooking dinner. She looked at Will and sighed. Will was laying down on the couch watching television and stuffing his face with potato chips.
Francie sighed again and rolled her eyes. "We are going to eat soon, Why don't you put that away?"
"Fran...I'm starving!" he whined.
"I don't care. We're going to eat in five minutes."
Will sighed, "You just sounded like my mother."
Francie chuckled. "Set the table," she commanded.
Will stood up with a groan.
"Did you find anything?" Jack asked.
"Yes..." She took out her purse and gave her father the disk.
He took it. "What's on this?"
"While searching for info about where Vaughn is, I came across an old email. From...Sark."
"Sark?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where he is?"
"London, England."
"Are you sure Sloane is not tricking you?" he gave her a worried look.
She sighed All she wanted to do was to find him and bring him home safely.
"It's our only chance, Dad. Sark will kill him." She looked down. "I don't know what Sark is talking about."
Jack looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"He wants the disk and map that the CIA took. I have no clue what he's talking about"
"You were on a vacation." He paused. "Vaughn and I went on a mission..."
"What?" She looked at him.
He sighed. "Vaughn and I took the items.. These items would put an end to SD-6." He looked at her.
"End? What's on the disk and the map?" She asked curiously.
As then, Francie walked up to Jack's car, while she dried her hands off with a dish towel.
Jack slipped the disk in his coat pocket and rolled down the window. "Hello, Francie," he said, putting on a smile.
"Hi, Mr. Bristow." She smiled, then looked at Sydney. "Syd, dinner is ready"
Sydney looked out at her and smiled. "I'll be there in a minute."
Francie looked back at Jack. "You're more then welcome to have dinner with us. I made shrimp," she offered.
"Thanks, but I have to head back to work. Some other time," he replied.
Francie nodded and walked back to the house.
Jack looked at Sydney "I'll let you know if I find anything."
There was a long pause.
Jack looked at her again. "You should get going."
CIA
Jack walked into Kendall's office. "Kendall."
Kendall looked up from his desk. "Jack, what do you have?"
Jack reached into his coat pocket, drew out the disk and laid on top of Kendall's desk.
"Sydney copied this from Sloane's computer."
"What's on it?" he asked.
"Vaughn's location is confirmed in London, England. And I need the disk and map."
Kendall groaned, "No."
"What!"
"We will not give them those items."
Jack sighed. "If we don't, Sark will kill, Agent Vaughn."
"Maybe he will, and maybe he won't, but I still won't hand them those items."
"Sir..."
"No. End of story." Kendall cut him off.
Jack sighed angrily and left his office.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Alias. Alias is the creation of J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, and is owned by ABC, and Touchstone Television, and among other people. I don't own any of them. I only came up with the storyline, and my characters.
Rating: NC-17. Torture,Guns, Smut (later on in the story) and some swearing.
Summary: Sydney finds out that Vaughn has been kidnapped and she would do anything to bring him back alive.
Author's note: The character I've created is "Jessica Holmes". When I first started to write about her. I couldn't think of any good storyline for her and I was about to throw that character and forget about her. My mind kept telling me, "Keep her in." Well, I did kept her in and I finally got a storyline. I won't say what's her storyline is about. You guys have to read and find out. I'm finally writing my story again and almost done with it. I've stopped writing my story because of writers block and my Dad was having heart problems then. I started to write my story second season.
Chapter 1: Missing
Agent Michael Vaughn was on his way home from a long mission. He had a couple more miles to go, after which he could go home, feed his dog, then go to bed and get some sleep. He had been yawning ever since he had gotten into his car.
'Come on, Mike, stay awake,' he said to himself. Suddenly the car made a strange sound, then stopped. Gray smoke floated out from under the hood.
'This can't be good.' Vaughn mumbled to himself. He stepped out of his car and shut the door. He walked up to the front of the car and lifted the hood.
A black van drove up. Two men stepped out of the van, both wearing black masks, black shirts and pants. They walked up behind Vaughn. One man took his gun out and pointed it behind his head.
"Mr. Vaughn, get in the van. If you don't follow my orders, I will kill you," the man said.
Vaughn followed the man's orders. The men shoved him in the van and drove off.
The meeting Sydney came in to her apartment after a long and exhausting day. She'd had four briefing meetings with Kendall. She wondered if Vaughn had made it home safely. She put her stuff down and lay down on the couch. The minute she closed her eyes, the phone rang. The weary agent picked herself up and, with a heavy sigh, walked up to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?"
Sydney paused. It's Weiss on the phone. Why would Weiss be calling me? she thought to herself.
"Wrong number," she said. Then she hung up and rushed to the warehouse. Seeing Weiss leaning against the desk, she started asking questions.
"What's going on? Where is Vaughn?"
He gave her a worried look, not sure of how to tell her the news. There was a long pause before he told her, "Vaughn has been kidnapped."
"What? By whom?"
"We don't know yet."
"How did you find out?"
"Devlin received an e-mail and notified me."
"Do you know who sent it?"
"No. Devlin is going to get an agent to search the e-mail address."
"You know, that e-mail address could have been deleted by now."
Weiss sighed. "I know. That's what I told Devlin."
"Do you know if Vaughn is alright?"
"They said he's alright, for now."
"I'm going to help."
"Sydney, you can't help"
"What!" she yelled. "I have the right to help!"
"Sydney, calm down. "I know you want to."
"Why? Did Devlin tell you I can't help!" she glared at him.
"Yes."
"I don't care what Devlin says. I'm going to help the team!"
"Syd..." Weiss sighed, then continued. "I think it would be best not to look for him. I would like to help also. But I can't, I've got a job to do. I think the best thing for you to do for now is to keep busy. I'm sure Sloane has missions planned for you."
She sighed. "Yes. He does have missions planned, but I'd rather help."
"Sydney, just take my word for it. Keep yourself busy. Call me when you have your next mission. Okay?"
"Okay"
"And I will call you when I hear anything from the CIA." With that, Weiss walked off. Sydney stood there, watching him leave. She yanked her cell phone out of her coat pocket and dialed her father's number.
Jack's Home
Jack was in the kitchen making lunch. All of a sudden he heard his phone ring. He hurried to wash his hands and dry them before walking up to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Sydney." He noted the urgency behind his daughter's voice. "What's wrong?"
"Could we meet somewhere?"
"How about the park?" Jack asked.
"That would be fine."
"I'll see you there."
"Okay. Bye." Sydney said.
En route to Bristow Meeting
Sydney arrived at the entrance to the park not long after hanging up with her father. As she prepared to park her vehicle, her cell phone rang. The number was Weiss' desk at the CIA.
"What have you got?" Sydney asked.
"And hello to you, too," Weiss retorted. "Analysis has traced the e-mail to a laptop."
Sydney groaned. "So, we still don't know who has Vaughn?"
Weiss paused a moment before responding. "Actually, we do. The laptop uses an inscription code exclusive to one company in this country."
"So?" Sydney asked expectantly.
"The only company in the U.S. to use this particular code is Credit Dauphine"
Sydney's sigh was almost a hiss. "Sloane."
A Father and Daughter Meeting
Jack stood there watching his daughter, noticing her sadness showing more and more every day. He could tell by her eyes, by that look. In her life, she had been lied to so many times. She had met her mother, who had faked her death. She had been in love with a man, with whom she had planned spend the rest of her life with; he had been murdered on Sloane's orders. Her best friend had been kidnapped by Sark and tortured by the Asian dentist. Now Sloane had Vaughn in custody. Sydney knew that she loved him and that he loved her. They had actually dated twice. Of course they couldn't tell anyone about it so they had to keep it to themselves, so people wouldn't know that two agents had dated. Jack wished he could hold her, tell her things. He just didn't want to upset her further.
Sydney met her father's gaze. "Why would Sloane do such a thing?" All of her emotions started coming out.
Jack stood there, wanting to give her the answers she needed to know, the answers she would understand. She was no longer a little girl asking him about which drawing of hers he preferred, she was a woman asking questions to which he didn't have all the answers. He couldn't think of anything that would satisfy her. He could see his daughter's tears getting heavier. Her eyes were red from crying so much. Finally, he answered, "I don't know why he wouldn't do it. Sloane is a bastard."
"I'm going to get even with Sloane." Sydney said.
Jack, who had turned to watch the carousel for a moment, faced Sydney once more as the wind started to blow his grayish hair different ways. He knew he would do his very best to protect her from Sloane. "I know you want to get even with him." He could see Sydney was trying to stop crying. She just couldn't.
"Dad, I need your help. I want you to help me destroy SD-6, once and for all. We'll set a date, then we'll do it. I'm going to tell Dixon about who he's really working for. I don't know how much more of this I can take. SD-6 has Vaughn and as far as I know he is still alive. I'm going to get him out." She was crying even harder. As the wind was drying old tears, new ones were now running down her face.
Jack moved close to Sydney as she looked up at him. He then proceeded to hug her for the first time in years, hoping that she would understand that he truly loved his daughter. "I know you will. I will help you. But, If you tell Dixon, his life will be in danger, yours too. I think it would be best not to tell him."
Sydney looked up at him again as they both pulled away. "Dad, I have to do this. I have to tell Dixon! He has the right to know, he's my partner!"
Jack looked at the ground for a moment and sighed. He then looked up at her. "When you tell Dixon, make sure SD-6 isn't tracking you. Don't do it at your home, nor at his home. Be sure you are not anywhere even close to the Credit Dauphine building."
Sydney stopped crying as she realized she had her father's support on this, albeit somewhat reluctant due to his concerns for her safety.
"At the CIA? Would that be all right?"
Jack grew silent. The look on his face revealed that he had a plan.
"What?" Sydney asked.
"That will work. I'll go and see Kendall. He should be there. You will have all the protection you need.
"Thank you." A smile crossed her lips. "When SD-6 is gone. I'm going to celebrate."
"May I join you?" he asked.
She looked at him, somewhat surprised by his request. Her smile broadened. "Yes."
Somewhere in London
Vaughn awoke in pain. When he sat up, his ribs felt as if they were on fire. He groaned in pain as he noticed a lot of blood on his purple shirt and on the pillowcase. He moved his left hand; his right hand came along and he realized that he was handcuffed.
He had to think of a plan. He couldn't stay in this tiny room, with a tiny window. A computer desk and computer stood across the room from his bed.
Vaughn noticed something silvery and shining by the computer's mouse; he stood up and, finding that he was not chained to the bed, walked over to the computer. He then walked up to the door and looked out the window above the doorknob. He turned around and walked back to the computer desk and looked down at that shining object. It was sharp; he knew it would free him, maybe even work on the lock on the door.
He picked up the sharp object, then heard someone walking down the hallway. He walked back to the door. He knew how dangerous this was. He looked out the little window and saw Sark.
The hallway
A tall, dark haired man was talking to Sark. The men nodded, then shook hands. The tall man left and Sark turned his attention to a woman in her 20s. She wore her long, light brown hair in a French braided down her back and her bangs were feathered above her blue eyes. She walked up to Sark and they kissed.
"Miss you." She said.
"And I, you. Sloane has a job for you."
"Really? Do you know what it is?"
"No. He would like to see you. Now."
"All right."
He leaned over and his lips grabbed her lips. They both kissed again. Then she looked at him and smiled. "I'd better go, then."
"I guess you should, while I take care of business."
She turned around and left the hallway as Sark watched her. Vaughn rushed back to sit down on the cot. Before he could try to free himself, the door flew open and hit the wall. He hurried and hid his object in a pants pocket and looked up, acting like nothing had happened.
A blond haired man with blue eyes stared at him coldly from the doorway.
"Mr. Vaughn," he said.
Vaughn looked up at him, "Sark..." He groaned in pain.
Sark, still looking at the CIA agent, walked closer and sat down in a nearby chair. "The CIA took something from us, and we want it back."
"Screw you! You won't get anything back!" Vaughn screamed.
"Did you learn that from, Sydney?"
Vaughn just glared at him.
Sark took his cell phone out and started to dial Sydney's cell phone number.
"Here. Talk to her. Tell her that the kidnappers want the disk and the map that the CIA took. If they don't comply, we will kill you."
Vaughn rolled his eyes at his captor's cliché comment. He started as he heard Sydney's voice.
"Hello? Hello? Anybody there?"
"Sydney..." he groaned in pain.
"Vaughn, where are you?"
Sark could hear Sydney. He looked at Vaughn, "You don't know."
"I...ah don't know," Vaughn responded, rolling his eyes again.
"Is Sark with you? Tell that bastard to get on the phone"
"He's not with me," Vaughn lied. "You have to listen to me."
She became silent.
"The kidnappers wants the disk, and that map that we took."
"Vaughn...no."
"Sydney. They will kill me." Vaughn glared at Sark.
Sark grabbed the cell phone away from him. "Miss Bristow. You listen to me..." He stood up and walked to the door, "If you make any mistakes, such as telling the CIA, I will kill the love of your life."
Tears ran down Sydney's cheeks like stream. "You bastard!" she yelled at him.
He chuckled, "Sloane...knows the truth about you, and your father. That you two are double agents for the CIA and are planning to destroy SD-6."
Sydney's roommate, Will, walked in. "Hey, Syd! I've have great news!" He noticed the worried look on her face and rushed over to her.
Sydney looked up at Will silently. He stood there and waited.
Sark told her where and when to meet so they could trade the disk, the map, and Vaughn. She hung up and turned away from Will as she started to cry.
"Syd?" His arm went around her. "Tell me, what's going on?"
"They have my...I can't..." She wanted to say, but SD-6 might be listening in.
"Syd?" he kept calling her.
Sydney walked up to her television. She turned the volume all the way up. She hoped that SD-6 couldn't hear. Will looked at her strangely.
"They have my handler!"
"Who does?"
"Sark."
"Sark?" Will shuddered at the memory of his captivity with that creep.
"Yes. I want you to stay out of it."
He stood there looking at her, then he nodded. "I'll stay out of it"
The CIA
Sydney rushed up to her father, "Dad, we need to tell, Dixon, NOW."
He looked at her expectantly as he laid a mission folder down, "You heard from the kidnappers?"
She nodded, "It's Sark. That's why I haven't seen him at work."
He stood there. "Did you talk to him or Vaughn?"
"Both. He's going to kill him." She started to cry.
He grew silent again, "Okay...I'll call Dixon and tell him to meet us at the Post Office. There will be a man there named Jerry."
"Okay."
A Few Minutes Later
Dixon waited in front of the post office. Sydney arrived and walked up to him.
"Hi, Syd. Tell me what's going on?"
"I will. Follow me."
They both walked into the building and down a hallway and were met by a man who appeared to work there.
"Jerry?"
"Yes. Follow me."
They both walked into a small, windowless room. It was really hot and full of mail sacks and tubs.
"Sorry about the mess," Jerry said.
"It's alright," Sydney said.
They both sat down to wait for Jack. Sydney kept looking at Dixon. Every time she did, tears ran down her face.
"What's wrong, Syd?" Dixon finally asked.
"You will find out."
"Have I done anything?"
"No, no," Sydney assured him and tried to smile.
"That's good to hear," he said, obviously relieved.
The door opened and Jack and Kendall entered the stuffy room. Dixon looked at the two men curiously as Kendall walked up to him, "Dixon?"
"Yes."
"Nice to meet you. I'm FBI director Kendall."
The men shook hands.
Jack, Kendall, and Dixon sat down and looked expectantly at Sydney.
Sydney cleared her throat a couple of times before announcing, "SD-6 has nothing to do with the CIA. It's part of the Alliance."
Dixon grew silent, his brown eyes growing larger with disbelief at what he had just heard. He glared at Jack. "You knew about this?"
Jack met his glare and nodded.
"How come you never told me?"
"Protection. If I told you, your family and mine would be in danger."
Dixon sighed and rubbed his face with his hand.
Sydney looked at him, "We will explain about the Alliance later. Dixon, we need your help."
Dixon glared at her and nodded.
"My CIA handler, Michael Vaughn, has been kidnapped. Sark and Sloane are behind it." Tears ran down her face.
"We don't know any new hide out that they may have," Jack interjected.
"London," Dixon replied.
"London?" Jack looked at him oddly, "Where at in London?"
"I'm not sure."
Kendall sighed. "It's better then nothing." He rub his hands together and looked at everyone. To Jack and Sydney, he said "We need one of you to go back and find out where."
"Sloane is gone," Sydney informed him.
"How long is he gone for?" he asked.
"He didn't say," Sydney replied, "I could search in his office."
"Go then." Kendall said.
SD-6
Sydney walked into Sloane's office and turned on the computer. She typed in 'London' to see if she could get anything.
She scrolled down to see what he had typed. The computer started to beep and flash, 'London, England.'
"Michael Vaughn is in London, England." She scrolled the screen down and found a photo of the place. She took a CD out and placed it in the drive. She saved that page, then shut down the computer and left his office.
She looked up at Jack as she walked past. "Done."
London
Sark looked at Vaughn, then stood up. Vaughn looked up at him with a glare. Sark drew his gun out and knocked him out cold.
Sark walked out and locked the door. He put the key in his jacket and walked down the hallway into Sloane's new office. The girl was still in his office and they were still discussing her new job.
"You'll start tomorrow," Sloane said.
She smiled. "All right." They shook hands and she headed for the door. Sark and she gazed at each other as she walked out.
Sark looked at Sloane and they waited until the door had shut all the way. "Any word from Agent Vaughn?" Sloane asked.
"No. He won't talk."
"Make him talk. Torture him...if you have to."
"My pleasure," Sark replied with a nod and left the office.
Sydney's apartment
As Sydney drove up to her driveway, she heard a car pulled up behind her. She looked in her review mirror. It was her father. She cut her engine off and walked up to her father's car. He rolled down the window, "Get in. I need to talk to you."
She sighed, nodded, and walked to the passenger side. She climbed in beside her father and shut the door.
Francie was at the apartment, cooking dinner. She looked at Will and sighed. Will was laying down on the couch watching television and stuffing his face with potato chips.
Francie sighed again and rolled her eyes. "We are going to eat soon, Why don't you put that away?"
"Fran...I'm starving!" he whined.
"I don't care. We're going to eat in five minutes."
Will sighed, "You just sounded like my mother."
Francie chuckled. "Set the table," she commanded.
Will stood up with a groan.
"Did you find anything?" Jack asked.
"Yes..." She took out her purse and gave her father the disk.
He took it. "What's on this?"
"While searching for info about where Vaughn is, I came across an old email. From...Sark."
"Sark?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where he is?"
"London, England."
"Are you sure Sloane is not tricking you?" he gave her a worried look.
She sighed All she wanted to do was to find him and bring him home safely.
"It's our only chance, Dad. Sark will kill him." She looked down. "I don't know what Sark is talking about."
Jack looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"He wants the disk and map that the CIA took. I have no clue what he's talking about"
"You were on a vacation." He paused. "Vaughn and I went on a mission..."
"What?" She looked at him.
He sighed. "Vaughn and I took the items.. These items would put an end to SD-6." He looked at her.
"End? What's on the disk and the map?" She asked curiously.
As then, Francie walked up to Jack's car, while she dried her hands off with a dish towel.
Jack slipped the disk in his coat pocket and rolled down the window. "Hello, Francie," he said, putting on a smile.
"Hi, Mr. Bristow." She smiled, then looked at Sydney. "Syd, dinner is ready"
Sydney looked out at her and smiled. "I'll be there in a minute."
Francie looked back at Jack. "You're more then welcome to have dinner with us. I made shrimp," she offered.
"Thanks, but I have to head back to work. Some other time," he replied.
Francie nodded and walked back to the house.
Jack looked at Sydney "I'll let you know if I find anything."
There was a long pause.
Jack looked at her again. "You should get going."
CIA
Jack walked into Kendall's office. "Kendall."
Kendall looked up from his desk. "Jack, what do you have?"
Jack reached into his coat pocket, drew out the disk and laid on top of Kendall's desk.
"Sydney copied this from Sloane's computer."
"What's on it?" he asked.
"Vaughn's location is confirmed in London, England. And I need the disk and map."
Kendall groaned, "No."
"What!"
"We will not give them those items."
Jack sighed. "If we don't, Sark will kill, Agent Vaughn."
"Maybe he will, and maybe he won't, but I still won't hand them those items."
"Sir..."
"No. End of story." Kendall cut him off.
Jack sighed angrily and left his office.