DOUBLECROSS

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I said Part 1, but the entire story is on this thread.

NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS, especially on Alias

Let’s pretend that the season finale takes place sometime after Sydney shoots her Mom, who dropped the genetic disk. Of course other elements mentioned in the shows Truth Takes Time and Endgame are alluded to; all of which add to the smashing climax.
Hope you like this SEASON FINALE…Feedback please.
Thank you JJ Abrams for a terrific second season, especially Irina.

DOUBLE CROSS
Chapter 1
Irina
The night was quiet. Cars seemed distant. The area was almost deserted. The Hospital de Madrid had a few lights on here and there, but for the most part, everyone was asleep. There were only forty rooms for patients, most of them were private. The Hospital was privately owned. It was well known only the rich could afford to be sick there.
On the 2nd floor in one such room, a woman lay sleeping. She had been there two days. Surgery had been performed earlier in the day and she was recovering from the anesthetic. Outside on a couch nearby waited a young man who was reading.
Sark was tired. It had been a grueling journey. They had dropped Sloane off in Florence. Irina, although in a lot of pain, had insisted he remain behind to see if he could get Emily’s body. Then Irina and Sark took Sloane’s private plane to Madrid.
“Who shot you?” He had asked earlier.
“Sydney!” She winced as he gently touched her other arm.
“She could have killed you!”
“Yes, but didn’t!” She remembered similar circumstances in Taipei and Barcelona. “—but didn’t,” she repeated.
“Listen,” he said, “you have to get the arm fixed. It needs treatment.”
“Take me to Hospital de Madrid.” She gave him the address, and then leaned back.
And that was where Irina Derevko was now, in a room, down the hall, where she was sleeping off the anesthetic. The doctor explained he only needed to do a debridement and curettage of the wound. He would have to make sure no vital tendons were affected. It was an exploratory as well as cleansing of the wound. The doctor could not tell him how long it would take or how long Irina would be unconscious. Sark rubbed his eyes. He was tired. Even as young as he was, he couldn’t go forever without some sleep. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Sleep came stealthily and without warning.

Sydney
A black SUV pulled into the shadows of the building. Three men and a woman stepped out. The woman, young, tall and extremely good looking wore a skirt and jacket. Her purse, shoes and other accessories gave her the appearance of wealth. The three men wore black outfits. The four entered the hospital, but only the young woman approached the night nurse’s desk.
“Buenas noches,” said the young woman to the nurse.
“Buenas noches, senorita.”
“I am looking for my mother,” she smiled. “I believe she was brought in yesterday with some sort of problem with her arm. The man I spoke to did not give me any details.”
“Si, Senorita,” she answered. “The Senora is in Room 201.”
Sydney smiled. “I would like to see her. I know it is late, but I have come a long way. I just want to see if she is all right.”
The nurse was used to odd requests by family members and had been instructed by the administrator to always accede to family requests. The bill always reflected the family relation charges. “Up the stairs and turn to your left. She is in a corner room.”
“Muchas gracias,” Sydney flashed her a big smile.
The three men who had heard the instructions, walked up the stairs ahead of Sydney. Before she reached the top, one of them held up his hand for her to stop as he pointed to the right. Sydney looked. Sark! He seemed asleep, partially slumped over on the couch. She nodded and pointed to 201. She crossed the hall with two of the men. The third was, by hand signal, told to watch Sark. He had his gun out and ready.
Inside the room, Sydney approached the bed. Irina was still unconscious. Sydney looked at the monitor. Everything was normal. There was an IV bag hanging on a stand by the bed. Irina had a needle shunt in her arm. Carefully, Sydney removed the needle. She fished in her jacket and took out another syringe, removed the needle guard, and fitted it into the shunt on her mother’s arm. Then she pushed the plunger down. Irina Derevko would not wake up for another 24 hours.
Minutes later, the three men and Sydney, drove away with their new passenger. Sydney said, “We have her.” She glanced at her watch. “We should be there in 14 hours.”

Jack
Jack sat in Kendall’s office. “I think she should go to the Federal Prison. They can interrogate her there.” Kendall said.
“What about Camp Harris for unrestricted interrogation?” Jack asked.
“We got nothing from her the last time.” Kendall remembered the report he had gotten from the chief interrogator, Mark Hanson.
“It might be a little different now. She’s been shot. She’s been heavily sedated. We might have a shot at some info before she’s entirely cognizant of where she is or what is happening.” Jack looked at Kendall stiffly.
Kendall’s eyes narrowed, “You can’t be there.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re intimately involved with that woman.” He held up his hand before Jack could say anything. “Please don’t think me stupid! I know exactly how you put the passive tracker in her—or could!”
“She betrayed us again! Are you suggesting I should be anything less than angry!”
“No, but I can’t have this prisoner put in harms way now. If she knows where Arvin Sloane is and we can get her to talk…” He glared at Jack. “We’ll let the chief interrogator have another crack at it for a week.”

Hanson
Mark Hanson, the CIA’s chief interrogator, was in his office when a young woman entered, flashing her badge, indicating she was an agent. She reached for his hand, shaking it. “Hi, I’m Sydney Bristow.”
“Nice to meet you. I know your… parents.”
“Do you?” She smiled. “I brought my mother back for interrogation.”
He stared. “Irina Derevko? Here? Where is she?”
“Outside, still drugged from what I gave her 16 hours ago in Madrid at the hospital. She had surgery. She probably will be out another eight hours. Kendall said to bring her here. He said he would brief you. Where do you want her?” Sydney’s voice was so impersonal that he found it hard to believe she was talking about her own mother.
He stood up. “We don’t have hospital facilities. What is the extent of the wound?”
“I shot her in the left arm.”
He looked at her, surprised. “Well…uh…if she’s had surgery, we’ll put her in a regular cell.”
Mark walked out of his office and found two men carrying a stretcher. Irina Derevko was strapped down on it. She was unconscious. Mark motioned them to follow. Sydney walked with them.
At the cell door, Mark gestured to the bunk. The two men, with Sydney helping, put Irina into the bunk. Sydney checked the bandage on the arm. It was dry and there was only a spot or two of blood that had dried. The wound looked clean.
“I think whoever did the surgery knew what he was doing,” she said looking at Hanson. “I would say you could interrogate without worry.” She waited for the two men with the empty stretcher to leave. Hanson closed the door.
“I’ll call Kendall right away.” He said. “Do you want to be informed?”
She nodded, handing him a card. “This is my private cell. I would appreciate a call personally after you report to Kendall.”
He smiled. “I’ll do that. Oh, she’s going to need clothes.”
“They’ll be here before she wakes up.”

Hanson
Mark walked into his office carrying a cup of coffee. It was morning. He turned on the monitor. The camera was located in the cellblock. He looked at the scene before him. Irina Derevko was still in the bunk, sleeping. Mark looked at his watch, thinking she ought to be stirring.
As if on cue, Irina began moving her legs.

Irina
Irina felt awful. She was coming out of a long, long dream. She had wanted to leave it, but couldn’t. She stretched her legs. Then she opened her eyes. The view was not familiar…and yet was… She closed her eyes thinking she was dreaming again. She reached out with her right hand touching the wall beside her. She turned her head, looking at the wall. There had been no wall when she was in her room, at least not this close.
She was beginning to feel panic rise inside her mind and body. Something was very wrong. She pushed herself up, wincing at the pain she felt in the left arm. She looked around, her mouth open in shock…then dismay. She had been here before! She was in the CIA Interrogation camp in the California desert, near Los Angeles.
Her head was reeling. She fell back onto the pillow, trying to figure out what had happened. She looked at her left arm. There was a bandage on it and it looked new. That meant the surgery had been done. Something happened after that! It meant the CIA had tracked her. How? They had extracted her from the hospital and now she was here! What happened to Sark?
She turned her head as a door opened. A man approached and he wasn’t smiling. It was the chief interrogator. She was not going to have a good day.
“There are clothes on the chair. Put them on immediately and don’t argue. If you don’t have them on by the time I get back, I will have two men do it. I’ll be back with some food and water.” He turned and left.
Irina struggled into the clothes left for her. The CIA had no sense of fashion, she thought wryly. They were the same as her costume while at the op center: cropped blue jeans, black tee and a lightweight blue jacket. Even the shoes were the same.
The outer door opened again. The interrogator opened the cell door and left a tray on the chair, saying nothing.
Irina shivered. She put the tray on her bed. It smelled wonderful, even though only hot oatmeal. She took the bottled water and drank it all first to quench her terrible thirst. She took her time, though, to eat. It had been a long time and she didn’t want to get sick by eating too fast.
Two men entered the cellblock when she had finished. They said nothing, but opened the door motioning her out. They put handcuffs on her, then ankle cuffs with a tether chain. She was then led down the hall to a room she was familiar with from the last time. They settled her into a chair.
The interrogation was about to begin.
‘WHERE IS ARVIN SLOANE?” The voice was loud, harsh and there was a screeching sound from the microphone.
Irina shouted almost instantaneously, “Florence!” Then she leaned forward trying to get away from the noise. Her heart was pounding.
The screeching stopped, the voice went away and there was a deafening silence. She shuddered, wanting to rub her ears, but couldn’t. They had chained her down to the chair so she couldn’t move. Irina took a deep breath and shook her head. That was the first time she had given them any information. She was mad at herself. No matter, though, Arvin was probably far away by this time. She would have to be more careful.

Sydney
Five days later at the op center Sydney placed a call to Camp Harris. Mark Hanson told her that her mother had said nothing since giving the place Arvin Sloane could be found.
“She has put herself into an almost comatose state. She did it the last time.”
“How did you get the information about Sloane? And why can’t you do it again?”
“Tried!” He paused. “I’ve never had a prisoner I couldn’t get information from until her. Sometime, somewhere, she was interrogated rather brutally I think and must have trained herself to go away somewhere in her mind.” He sighed. “I doubt we will get any more information.”
“Have you tried everything?”
“We haven’t used brute force,” he said, “but I don’t think that will work either.”
Sydney was impressed with her Mother’s ability to absent herself from the scene. What was that thing she did—autocircadian meditation? She thought about it. “Can I come out there?”
“Sure. When can I expect you?”
She told him and hung up. She stood up from her desk and looked around for her father. He wasn’t on the floor. Vaughn was in Langley, pleading his case before his superiors. He didn’t want her to come, just be there for him here.
Marshall was at his desk. “Marshall,” she said, “I meant to ask you how you located my mother so quickly?”
He grinned at her, blushing a little. “Previous intel indicated she had contacts in several cities in Europe. Given she was shot, I figured she had to go somewhere in that general area.” He blushed again. “So I ran an analysis of the types of hospitals versus your mother’s preferences. Then I checked the data bases and voila, I found her. Everyone uses computers and it’s a great boon to me. It also helped that she used the name Laura Bristow.”
Sydney blinked in astonishment. “Well thanks!” She flashed him a big smile. “Are you looking for Sloane?”
“We’re trying.”

Irina and Sydney
An hour and a half later Sydney entered Camp Harris. She put on her badge before entering. Mark met her near the door. He walked her down the hall to the interrogation rooms. “If you have any ideas for me, I’d be happy to hear them.”
“Can I talk to her?”
“Why don’t you take a look? If you can get through to her…” he shrugged.
They entered a small room with a window looking into another room. Irina sat chained to the chair. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were moving ever so slightly. She was gaunt, looking much older than Sydney remembered.
“What is she saying?”
“I think she’s saying some kind of mantra, but we can’t make out what it is. I think she’s speaking Russian.”
“Can I hear?” Sydney, an accomplished linguist, spoke excellent
Russian.
”You’ll have to go into the room.”
She nodded. He opened the door. “Raise your hand when you want out.”
Sydney entered the room. The door shut silently behind her. She stood watching Irina. Her eyes were closed, but her lips stopped moving.
There was no sound in the room. Sydney felt her heart pounding. “Sydney, was it you?” Irina’s voice seemed to echo. Somehow she had
heard her daughter come into the room.
“Yes, Mom, it was me.”
“Good job!” She gave a short familiar laugh. She opened her eyes and looked at Sydney.
“Are you going to answer our questions?”
Irina shook her head. “No, I can’t!”
“Then you’ll probably be taken to the federal prison, tried and executed.” Sydney leaned down, touching Irina’s cheek and looked into the dark eyes which were almost the color of her own. “I want you to know something.”
Irina looked at her not breathing.
“I was beginning to love you as my Mom. I had hoped we would become real friends in spite of your past. Then you betrayed us again, dad and me. Dad warned me once that you would gut me and you did. He is in worse shape than I am because of Panama. What happened there? He won’t talk about it.”
Irina, tears filling her eyes, shook her head. “It’s between your father and me.”
“Then you get what you deserve. I won’t be back, ever.” Sydney walked to the door, holding up her hand.
“Sydney!” Irina’s voice was weak, raspy. Her daughter turned. “Be careful of Sloane. He will try to kill you.”
“And I, him!” Sydney left the room without looking back. As soon as Hanson shut the door, she leaned against the wall crying. Hanson said nothing. He had heard everything. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle this.
Finally, he said, “You going to be all right?”
She shook her head. “No, probably not, at least for awhile.”

PART 2 is being completed, will post soon.
 
Next Chapter below. Enjoy while I get back to my computer's keyboard and write like fury. Hopefully I can get the next Chapter done by evening. :banghead:
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Chapter 2
Sark
Sark was angry and somewhat frightened. Irina had been missing for a week and he had no idea where she was. His contact in Los Angeles had heard nothing about her. The FBI and CIA “friends” were not communicating any information. She had not said much about her stay at the op center or about her detention. When they extracted her, it was as if it had never happened. She just put it behind her and got on with her passion.
He sometimes didn’t understand it. Milo Rambaldi and his predictions, his inventions, his technical genius had driven her at times beyond what he thought was reasonable. And this thing she had about Sydney. He knew there was something scary going on between her and Sloane. Sydney was the key. He had felt that on the plane from Panama. Yet he was powerless, because he didn’t know enough. Irina had never told him anything about the years she was in the United States.
Sark sat in the apartment, drinking a beer. He had to make a decision soon. He had to find her. Once he found her, he could make plans. He finished the can, crumpled it, and tossed it into the wastebasket. Staring out the window, he caught a hint or something wiggling in his mind: the start of a plan. His eyes narrowed.
He stood up, taking his cell from his pocket. “Hello! Yes, it’s me. I’ve been away. Yes, I understand. I’ll be there in,” he checked his watch, “about six hours. No, I don’t know where she is or what happened. I can only guess.
Ummm, yes, I think so. It was the CIA.”
Suddenly as he shut the cell, the plan became visible. He laughed. Once more Sydney would be the focus.

Sloane
Arvin snapped the cellular phone shut. Sark was probably right. CIA had grabbed Irina. She was somewhere in the U. S. and probably being interrogated. He tried to think about all they had talked about before her capture. Was there anything that they discussed that could cause any problems? His eyes narrowed as he tried remembering everything. The trouble was, all he could think of was Emily. Well he’d paid part of that debt. An eye for an eye, the Bible said. He shook his head as he tried to shake the image of Emily lying on the field as the helicopter lifted him away.
He rubbed his eyes. He had to find Irina. He needed her now more than ever. She was probably somewhere in the U. S., but where? Maybe Sark would know. He couldn’t return himself, but he had assets in place that could do what had to be done.
Arvin leaned back in his chair. He hated the fact that Irina was so necessary to his passion, Rambaldi. What did she know that he didn’t? What was behind her obsessive watchfulness over Sydney? She’d already taken chances to save her daughter. If she hadn’t been nearly arrested those thirty one years ago, she would probably have been a terror in the lives of any man who looked at her daughter with any longing.
But no matter what he thought, he needed her and the organization she brought with her. Now that the Alliance and the SDs were all gone, all he had was money. There were some SD security men on the loose, but he had to find them. In the meantime, he could use some of Irina’s organization.
He looked at the clock. Sark said six hours. Where was he when he called?

Sark
The small airfield beneath looked dangerous. The pilot, however, skillfully set the plane down without killing them both. He looked at Sark, grinning. “See, piece of cake.” Sark nodded and left the plane, which turned around and took off.
There was a car coming onto the field. He waited. It pulled up and the back door opened. Arvin motioned him inside.
Sark sat down. “Good to see you again, sir.”
Arvin nodded. “Are you sure about Irina?”
“Almost positive.” He glanced at his watch. “She’s been in their hands for a week now. The extraction was done with surgical ease. They somehow located us, came in and left. It was Sydney’s operation.” He explained the night nurse’s description.
Arvin shook his head. “I trained her well and now the CIA is benefiting from it.” He took a deep breath, almost philosophically. “Ah well…did you have a plan to get her back, Irina, I mean.”
“Yes sir!” He described the plan he had formed. Arvin smiled. “That should work just fine.”

Vaughn
He looked at her. She was so beautiful. His heart always seemed to thump so loud when he was with her. Even when they went on missions together, he swore she could hear it. He kissed her on the neck, then, turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. They had made love an hour or so ago. She had fallen asleep, but he was awake thinking of what a lucky man he was to have her.
There had been times lately when he’d wondered if their love could survive the events of their lives. Emily’s death seemed to kick off things that continued to mushroom, growing weirder every day.
Irina had been found by Sydney and brought back to the U. S. No matter what they tried, interrogation had not produced one piece of information other than Sloane was in Florence,. The woman was indefatigable. She never gave in to the pressure of the interrogation. Hanson told them, she just “went away.”
He looked at Sydney and sighed. She had told him of her mother’s last words. Although he hated her for the sadness she had caused, the woman was right. Arvin was not above killing Sydney. He had told her he would if she got in his way. He was afraid for her and for him. He didn’t know if he could survive the loss of another loved one, like his father when he was a boy.
He glanced over. How she managed to keep her feelings buried was a marvel to him. He knew she had had so much to deal with ever since she learned her mother was still alive, that she compartmentalized constantly in order to stay focused.
He wanted to kill Irina Derevko for what she put Sydney through. But then he wouldn’t, the government was about to do it for him.

Sloane
His cell rang. Sloane picked it up. “Yes?”
“Everything is in place, sir.”
“Sydney?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Good. The plane will be waiting at Santa Monica Airport. I’ll be waiting for you in Tuscany.”
“Is that a wise choice?”
Sloane laughed, “Perfect place. The exchange will take place on the field where Emily died.”

Sydney
She was singing in the car as she drove thru the canyon to work. Vaughn had a small house near Mulholland Drive and sometimes there was a view of the city out to the sea. Of course, he told her, it was a very small view. They had laughed.
She hadn’t paid much attention to what was going on about her. Traffic was light this early so she drove fast, taking the curves a little too quick. However, she was an excellent driver and licensed to drive any vehicle of the CIA. She came down around a curve, only to see an accident just in front. She tried to avoid the two cars, but her wheels lost traction. The SUV slid into a ditch. The bag inflated and enveloped her, but at the same time, protected her from injury.
“Are you okay, lady?” someone said with a thick accent.
“Yes, just get me out of here.” She was pinned against the seat.
The door was wrenched open. Sydney put her left hand out to get help. Two things happened and later, she tried to remember which came first. She heard a hissing then, as she began to lose consciousness, she felt something lock around the wrist.
She practically fell out. Hands held her up then, pulled her forward into one of the cars. She lost consciousness before they pulled away.
As the car left the scene, one man backed the SUV out of the ditch and the other drove away in the other vehicle. In less than two minutes, the road was clear. No one knew that Sydney Bristow had been kidnapped.

Ahh a damsel in distress. So good to leave you all hanging. :Ph34r:
 
OK here comes the next part of Doublecross and will try to get the ending by this afternoon (west coast time). Enjoy.
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Chapter 3
Jack and Irina
He stood waiting in the visitor’s room. They said it would be a few minutes. They had to get her ready. He looked around him. It looked all too familiar even though it had been over thirty years when he had been sent here. Irina had been twice, both for her past crimes, and this time it looked like she would not be leaving, except in…He didn’t want to think about it. He turned his attention on the door. There was the sound of feet coming toward it. He took a seat, waiting.
The door opened. She shuffled inside, one guard coming with her. She had been shackled, tethered and handcuffed. She sank into the chair facing him. They looked at each other for almost a minute. It was as though each was memorizing the other’s face, thoughts and feelings for the last time.
“Why did you come here?” she asked, a little hesitant.
Jack sat back, sighing. “Irina, you know Arvin. Where could he be? It’s important.”
“Why do you ask that?” She stared at him, her skin crawling with fear. “What’s happened to Sydney?”
Jack watched her and saw the fear. She was genuinely afraid. “She’s missing. Supposedly left her home yesterday for work and never got there.
We didn’t realize she was missing until this morning. Vaughn called us to tell us she hadn’t come home. He thought she had been sent on an assignment, but after talking to the office, he knew that assumption was false. I came here immediately. If this is some plot of yours...”
She jumped up, the chair falling. The guard took a step toward her. Jack waved him back. He looked at her and saw how frightened she was.
“Jack,” she cried, “Sloane has her, I know it. Do something. Do something.” She fell back down in the chair. The guard stepped forward, touching her arm.
Irina stood up slowly, her eyes on Jack. “Get her back before it’s too late!”
“Late? Too late for what?” He was puzzled.
“Just get her back. She’s too valuable to lose.” Then she shuffled out, the guard following. Jack stared at her back in astonishment.

Marshall
The little tech expert was staring at the screen on his desk. He was dumbfounded and that was hard to do! He had been a great asset to Arvin, who sometimes brushed him off. However, here at the real CIA, his presence was a constant boon to those who worked with him every day.
He blinked. He looked around. He needed to give the information to someone. Should he tell Kendall? Jack had gone to the Federal Prison to talk to Irina about Sydney. Vaughn was out trying to find her SUV, which had disappeared. No, he would let Jack know before Kendall. Jack wasn’t here, so he put in a CD and downloaded the material. He put it into an envelope and wrote Jack’s name on the front. He dropped it on Jack’s desk.
He sat looking at the computer wondering what significance there could be to Sydney’s name appearing on the screen. He had been downloading the material from the disc Irina Derevko had dropped when Sydney shot her during the Tuscany job. It had been encrypted and Echelon had been utilized to run the names through the database. He had been amazed at the number of famous and near famous people listed on it. They were from all walks of life and from every country in the world. There were even DNA from people who had been dead for years and years.
So far, Echelon had decoded half a million names with their DNA attached. However, there was only one name that stood out in bold capital letters…Sydney A. Bristow. What was significant about her DNA? He was confused, since he didn’t know why Irina and Sark had taken the information from Brucker Biotech. This was unfortunate since Marshall, an avid reader, knew a lot about many things.
He sat for another minute thinking then, began working at the computer, searching for information.

Sydney
She was on an airplane. That she knew, but she was also in a box, almost as narrow as any coffin. She tried pushing against the lid. It didn’t budge. Someone had drilled air holes, so she could breathe but she couldn’t see out. Her mouth had been taped shut.
The plane was making a landing. She gasped as the landing gear came down and then the plane came to a stop.
Sydney heard a door slide open. A voice, which she couldn’t recognize, gave some orders. The box was lifted out and put down on a truck.
The ride seemed interminable. She was hot and scared. Somebody was going to pay for this! Finally the truck stopped. The box was removed and carried somewhere. Sydney was angry. She was going to come out fighting.
The lid was pried open and lifted off. Before she could do anything, however, a gun was pointed at her, right between the eyes. Behind the gun was Sark! Smiling.
“Sorry about the cramped quarters,” he said. “Now you be good and step out of the box. Don’t try anything. If all goes well, I’ll remove the tape from your mouth.” He stepped back, gun still pointed at her.
She really had no choice. She pulled herself out of the box and stepped out on to the floor. Her legs were wobbly and she felt a little dizzy. She looked around. It seemed familiar. The air was warm and had a different smell; fresh, fragrant…then it hit her, Tuscany, and the home of Arvin and Emily.
Sark slipped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists, then pulled the tape off. “You, you son of a -----,” she said, “where’s the other one!”
“Who?”
“Arvin Sloane.”
And to answer her question, Sloane walked into the room. He was not in a friendly mood. His eyes glittered.
“Sydney! How nice of you to visit. I’m sorry Emily is not here to greet you. She did love you so.”
“You creep!” She snarled. “You killed her even if you didn’t pull the trigger!”
He reached out and slapped her hard, sending her reeling into Sark’s arms. He steadied her and held her. “Careful, sir, damaged goods are not trade material.”
Arvin grinned, “Right! Lock her up until negotiations are over.”

Irina
She sat on the bunk in her cell. Her back was against the wall and her long legs drawn up, feet braced on the edge of the bunk. She had been thinking about Jack’s visit and his disclosure that Sydney was missing. Irina shuddered as though it were very cold. She knew it, without a doubt, Arvin had Sydney. Why? One arm was draped over one of her knees. She gnawed at her thumb. She would have to kill that man to keep him out of Sydney’s life. Then she remembered. Well, maybe she would have to tell Jack and he could take care of it for her.
The prison was fairly quiet tonight. She sighed, looking over her shoulder at the window. She saw nothing but a tiny patch of stars. The moon wasn’t up yet. From a distance she heard doors sliding open and shut. The noise was getting louder, until it stopped at her cellblock. Moments later the third shift guard opened her door. He had some clothes draped over his arm.
“You have five minutes to put these on. I’ll be back.”
Irina stood up and took off her orange jump suit. Her new clothes were not in fashion, but would do…black turtleneck, jeans, a lightweight jacket and hiking boots.”
Two guards returned placing handcuffs, tether chain and ankle shackles on her. They then led her out, saying nothing. She said nothing to them. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew she was not going to be executed, yet!
One opened the last cell door leading to the check in area for new prisoners. She came thru the door to see Jack and Vaughn and two more CIA agents waiting. Jack looked angry, grim. Vaughn was just angry. Without saying a word, Jack turned. Vaughn had a grip on her arm. One agent followed while the other led the way. There was a van outside. They took her inside and following a procedure she was all too familiar with, locked her down. She said nothing. If Jack wouldn’t talk to her, she wasn’t going to ask anything. She could wait. The two CIA agents rode inside with her. Jack and Vaughn were in the cab. They arrived at their destination, Long Beach International in about a half-hour.


The Finale as soon as possible. :cool:
 
:rolleyes: Whew, as promised (Gosh that sounds familiar) the final part of Doublecross. JJ and his little band of cohorts couldn't do better. ha ha. (Just wait until their finale)Anyway enjoy. :woot:

Chapter 4
Jack and Irina
She was taken on board the plane. They kept her handcuffed, but removed the tether and ankle shackles. She was told to sit down and buckle up. The two agents took seats about three rows back. Jack and Vaughn sat down in front another three rows. They sat talking as the plane left the ground heading east.
Irina said nothing, but her mind was working. What was going on? Why had she been removed from the prison? Where were they going? She was glad to be out of the cell, but what was the price? She stared out the window, scenarios running thru her mind.
She looked up. Jack was standing over her. “Irina, you were right! Sloane has Sydney.”
She stood up facing him. “Get her back!”
“We are.” He pushed her down in her seat and sat opposite. “You’re the price!”
She stared at him. “Me?”
“Yes, seems that Arvin is willing to trade Sydney for you.” His gaze was cold and impersonal. “We’re on the way to complete the swap.”
Irina looked at him, saying nothing. She stared out the window into the night sky. “Where?” she asked without looking at him.
“At Arvin’s home in Tuscany!”
She turned to stare at him. “That’s interesting.”
“Yes, and the field where Emily died. We’ll be in Florence by noon, I think. Then we’ll go by car to the estate.” He stood up and left without saying another word.

Sydney and Sloane
Sydney sat at the head of the table in the large dining room. Sark had cuffed her to the arms of a chair so she couldn’t move. Sloane sat next to her, patting her on the arm. She was unable to get away from him, but loathed his touching her. It gave her the creeps.
“My dear, sorry I can’t offer you more hospitality at this time, but maybe the next…” He smiled and Sydney wondered if he was joking.
“Stop it!” She snarled. “What do you want from me?”
“Nothing. I’ve got things in motion. You are being traded for Irina.”
She stared at him, astonished. “Mom?”
“Of course,” his voice was so sly, “I need her.”
“What for?”
“My quest. You, my lovely Sydney,” he touched her cheek, “are not what I need to complete my Rambaldi investigation. Your mother, on the other hand, has knowledge I must have.”
“What knowledge?”
He explained, “The passion to be impersonal and the ability to use her astonishing reasoning powers to understand Rambaldi’s words and ideas. I infected her with the obsession.” His voice took on a dreamy tone. “Rambaldi was superior and more advanced than Da Vinci. His inventions are incredible, as you know. He lived in the mid-fifteen hundreds yet he designed weapons of mass destruction and they work!”
She looked at him in disgust. “You were behind the Mexico deaths, weren’t you? How inhuman you have become. I can’t wait to get out of here. You both disgust me!”
He stood up, smiling. “Well, you won’t have to wait much longer.” He leaned down, staring into her eyes. “We’ll be out of your life forever.”

Irina
The plane landed in Florence. The car wasn’t there yet. She stood between the two agents while Jack and Vaughn walked to the office nearby. It was almost one o’clock. A flashing light caught her eye. She glanced at the two agents. They hadn’t noticed. She looked again at the light until it stopped.
“Let’s go,” Jack ordered as the black Lincoln drove up.
She was placed in the back seat between the two men while Vaughn drove. Jack kept his head turned toward the road. She could see Vaughn’s eyes as he regarded her occasionally. He had coldly not spoken to her during the entire trip. She shrugged, thinking he had never really accepted the explanation she had given him about his father. Why should he? There was no real proof to show she had executed Bill Vaughn years ago while they were both in the Mazafarabad prison. At least he hadn’t killed her! Well, that happened in 1982 and this was now.

Sydney
The clock on the wall said three. She had heard noises in the house, but not seen anyone for a couple of hours since Sloane, she shuddered, had told her about Rambaldi. A door opened behind her and Sloane with two of his men entered. They had a jacket with them. One unlocked the cuffs.
“Put the jacket on her,” ordered Sloane.
“Where’s mine? She snapped.
“This one is special, my dear.”
The two men assisted on putting it on and then she was cuffed again.
“I’m going to put the keys in the pocket of your pants, my dear, then, my very good friend Jack, your father, can unlock you.”
“This jacket feels funny!” She moved her shoulders.
“It should. It’s lined with C-4 compound.” He laughed at the sight of her eyes widening in shock. “Ah yes, well, you see, my dear sweet Sydney, if I can’t have you I see no reason why another man should, not even your father.”
“Are you crazy?” Sydney was in shock.
“Your death will even it out for Emily’s.”
“So Dixon’s wife wasn’t enough?”
“You led the raid.” He motioned to the two men.
“Let’s move out to the site.” He took Sydney’s arm, propelling her forward. And I might as well as tell you, I will shoot your father and your lover if you don’t walk to them.”
Sydney was numb. He was going to blow her up. Oh dear God! “Are you going to shoot me to activate the…?” She couldn’t say it.
“No, there’s a small timer set to go off at,“ He smiled. “Well, let’s leave it as a surprise.”

Irina
They stopped at the edge of a plowed field. Jack and Vaughn got out, sweeping the area with binoculars. Vaughn spotted Sloane’s car first as it drove to the edge opposite them.
“Bring her out” Jack said.
Irina stepped out of the car. The two agents waited with their guns out just in case.
Jack put a set of keys in her back pocket. “Those are for the cuffs.”
She looked at him. “Jack, promise me you will keep her safe.”
He seemed startled at the words. “Of course, but is there any special reason—or just because you’re her mother?”
“You’ll find out soon, I expect. You have the disk?”
“Yes, we’re decoding it now.”
She nodded. She glanced at the other end of the field. Sloane had put Sydney there, waiting for her to start.
“Irina, I didn’t think I could say this, but, take care of yourself. Sloane has become a madman since Emily’s death.”
“I know!” And she turned to face an uncertain future.

Sydney and Irina
She started walking toward Sloane. Her eyes looked at the figure of her daughter who was coming along the same path. Irina sensed something was not entirely right. She saw Sydney stumble and fall to her knees. She slowed her own pace just a little. She needed time to think. What was wrong? Sydney picked herself up and started forward again.
Irina, as she got closer, now saw tears streaming down her daughter’s face. That and the fact she was shaking to go along with the tears made it clear Sloane had done something to Sydney. Irina made up her mind quickly.
They were only feet away from each other.
“Sydney!!” Irina snapped. “Look at me.”
Sydney stared at her mother.
“Trust me! Don’t fight me.”
Sydney was too numb to say anything. She nodded.
One step more, Irina was abreast of Sydney. Then she swung to her right in a 180 degree move. Sydney turned to her. Irina swung her cuffed wrists and arms over Sydney’s head, holding her tight in a hug.
She looked into her eyes. “Sydney, you’re wired aren’t you?
Sydney sobbed, “Yes, C-4 in—in the jacket.”
“Do you trust me? I told you once that I would do anything for you. Will you trust me?”
She had, thought Sydney, struggling with the terror she was feeling. “Yes, Mom, I will.”
Suddenly two helicopters roared into view. Irina looked where Jack and Vaughn were standing. Both men were now hurrying toward them, She then looked at Sloane who was running to his car. Coward, she thought. She shielded Sydney’s head against her. The roaring was now overhead. The sound of the rotor blades almost deafened her, but she did hear the sound of gunfire. Huge gusts of dirt swirled around the two women. There was an immediate retreat by the CIA agents, Jack and Vaughn. And Sloane and his men were behind his car. One helicopter landed where Jack and Vaughn could be covered. The man with a gun was firing over their heads. The other helicopter hovered so it could hold off Sloane and his men, firing over their heads. Sark jumped off one and hurried to Irina, who lifted her arms from Sydney. The two of them helped Sydney into the helo. Then both helos lifted from where they had been, disappearing to the right side of the field toward the west.
Jack and Vaughn stared in shock. Sydney and Irina were gone. Jack looked toward Sloane at the other end of the field. He looked like he was laughing.
Suddenly there was an explosion. Seconds later, a roar and a plume of fire and black smoke were visible.
Vaughn cried, “Sydney!”


Oh my do you have to wait until the season starts? Do you think I would do that?
Look for Cross-over coming during the four weeks we have to wait for the next new episode.
 
That was incredible! Thank you! I wish you wrote for the show!I can't wait for the next part. Thanks for keeping us entertained during the Alias droughts.
 
I think you should write episodes either you should or do and are just lying to us all ;) That was really great, I am going over right now to read Cross-Over! I am just glad you didn't make us wait four months before posting it(ha yea ok it was a sad excuse for a joke) I really liked how Irina seemed to be protraying defeat, almost as if this was it, you did a great job with that as well as the brief jack and irina interaction, and the 'minute long gaze', I will be more thurough when I post for Cross-Over but it might be tomorrow! Sorry it took me so long :(
 
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