Alias Elle
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I like it. Please keep going!
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SiriCerasi
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wow... very good!
aliaschick4mv
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WOW!!! THAT WAS SOOO GOOD! PLease post more soon!
pennstatechic
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Oh no, breaking Vaughn is not good. God hope sydney finds out in time! How much torture will he have to go through! Great chapter, it was awesome, update soon please!
Okay, I have chapter 2 written, but I have my friend(chadley who seems to think that she is married to MV!) over and I can't spend 20 minutes writing while she's here. She'll get bored. So, yeah. I'll put it up later. Promise!!!!! I'm really glad that you guys are liking it so far though. Thanks for all the suport. SOME people don't give me much suport. (CHADLEY) Even though she is ALIAS obsessed. Okay, well, I'll post Chapter 2 sooon. Hopefully later tonight. Bye.
Um...Yeah that's her. She DID however read my Sister Spy story. So that makes me happy. Though she hasn't told me what she thought of it yet. Okay! Here's chapter 2 of Stolen Lover. I hope you guys all like it.
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Chapter 2
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"All of his stuff was there, but nothing has been used recently, except the lamp?" Wiess asked, his tone filled with surprise.
Sydney nodded. "Weird huh?"
"Really weird." Wiess agreed. Then he shook his head. "I don't get it."
"Niether do I." Sydney told him. She looked at him, very serious. "Wiess, somethings going on. I think Vaughn might be in trouble."
Wiess' face dropped as he frowned. "He may be. But how are we going to get any clues as to where he is?"
"They're there." Sydey assured. "We just have to find them."
* * *
She choked, Vaughn is missing. What was she going to do? He meant everything to her, and he was gone. Who could've taken him? And why?
Tears stung her eyes and she bit her lip, trying to seal them in. She didn't know what she'd do with out him. If anything happened to him...
"Hey." A voice tore into her thoughts.
She looked up. "Hey Will." Then she looked back down at the fire in front of her. Will watched her a minute before sitting down next to her. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked softly, giving her worried puppy eyes.
Sydney stared at him, her mind blank. Vaughn's gone and I'm going to die with out him! But she couldn't say that. She took in a shaky breath. And she sniffed her stuffy nose. "Vaughn...Vaughn's disappeared." The fire crackled and sizzled in the silence. She didn't bother to wipe away a lone tear.
Will's throat was dry, he didn't know what to say. He took her hand. "Syd, I...I don't know what to say. That's terrible."
More tears sprang from her eyes, and her face crease with pain. She sniffed again as she wipped away her tears. "I think he's in trouble. I think he's be kidnapped. But by who and why...I have no idea." She turned to Will, her face red and shinny with tears. "If anything happens to him..." Her voice went out and she sobbed.
Will pulled her close to him. "Shhh, Sydney. It's going to be okay." It was clear to him now, she had strong, passonate feelings for her handler; Vaughn.
* * *
Vaughn sat in the dark corner, the thick straps keeping him in the chair. Putting pressure on his broken ribs. He tried best he could to breath, every inhale causing immense pain.
He wished now more than ever, that he had not asked Sydney out to dinner. They knew who he was, they could know about Sydney. At least suspect.
He had lost count of the hours. They had seemed like long, painful years. Every hour, the same question, a new beating. They wanted to know. And he would only open his mouth to scream.
A ray of light shot onto him, and he squinted, until the light was gone. The same click echoed in the room, the same stride. Ariana Kane. Slowly, she approached him.
"Mr. Vaughn. Are you willing to talk now?" An eyebrow raised up her forehead. Vaughn glared at her through the darkness. She looked disapointed. "No? Mr. Vaughn, I was given forty-eight hours to get information from you. And if I don't get anything in those short, forty-eight hours, Sloane will take action against Sydney." She looked at her watch. "Thirty hours is all that's left."
Kane looked at him partly amused. "There's no use denying that you know her. My agents saw you with her." She leaned in close to him. "So, I will ask again. How do you know Sydney Bristow?"
* * *
Sydney flung herself up off her mattress, breathing hard and sweating. Panicing, she looked around. She was at home.
Her dreams had come to haunt her again. Pain, Vaughn's pain. And blood and death. She shuddered as she alid back down on her pillows. Slowly, she felt the tickled of tears slipping down her face. She missed him, she longed for him, to see him, hear him.
There were clues, she just had to find them. The problem was, she didn't have the slighest cluse where to start. But she had to start soon. She had to find him.
She didn't like to think about it, but he could be...Instantly she discarded the thought.
Where should she start? People and places reeled in her head. And it all stopped when a specific face came to mind. Her mother, Irina Derevko.
* * *
Sydney walked as fast as she could down the hall, the gates closing behind her. She rushed to the glass, impaitently putting her hands on the glass.
Her mother faced her, seeing th eurgency on her daughters face. Her eyebrows narrowed her eyes as she studied Sydney. "Sydney, what's wrong?"
Sydney drew in a deep breath to calm herself. "Vaughn has disappeared. I think he's been kidnapped." Derevko's face broke with deep pain and worry. Sydney looked hard at her mother. "If you know anyone who could have done this, or any clues that might have led to it, I need to know." Her voice came out cold and demanding.
Sadly, Irina shook her head. "I'm sorry Sydney. I have nothing to give you."
Sydney tried not to, but her hope had just been put out; she let out a quick sob. Her dark eyes shimmered with the hot tears that flooded her eyes. She put a hand over her mouth and her face turned red as tears slid down her cheeks.
Derevko looked on at Sydney, pained. "Sydney..." She spoke quietly. Her daughter took a couple deep breaths, and wipped her tears away from her face. Her face red and wet, tear streaked, she looked up at her mohter. "Sydney I'm sorry." Irina said, looking inot Sydney's dying eyes. "I would like to help you, in anyway I can. I'll brainstorm with you if you want. Sydney, I will help you find him."
Shocked and frozen with relief, Sydney just stared at Derevko in silence. Irina Derevko, her mother, wanted to help her find Vaughn. "Thank you." She said quietly, her voice cracking as more tears stung her eyes.
Her mother sadly smiled. "Anything for you Sydney. Now, we should begin imedietly."
* * *
"You haven't told her have you?"
"No, of course not."
"Good. I know she's your daughter, I understand that it is hard to believe she's a traitor. But she very well could be."
"I understand."
He nodded. "I'm sorry about this. But this man, he's CIA. She could be too. I'm grateful taht you haven't said anything."
"I don't bother. I know Sydney has nothing to do with the CIA."
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ALright, I have more but my hands are getting tired. I'll put up the second half of this chapter soon.0 Please review!!!!
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Chapter 2
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"All of his stuff was there, but nothing has been used recently, except the lamp?" Wiess asked, his tone filled with surprise.
Sydney nodded. "Weird huh?"
"Really weird." Wiess agreed. Then he shook his head. "I don't get it."
"Niether do I." Sydney told him. She looked at him, very serious. "Wiess, somethings going on. I think Vaughn might be in trouble."
Wiess' face dropped as he frowned. "He may be. But how are we going to get any clues as to where he is?"
"They're there." Sydey assured. "We just have to find them."
* * *
She choked, Vaughn is missing. What was she going to do? He meant everything to her, and he was gone. Who could've taken him? And why?
Tears stung her eyes and she bit her lip, trying to seal them in. She didn't know what she'd do with out him. If anything happened to him...
"Hey." A voice tore into her thoughts.
She looked up. "Hey Will." Then she looked back down at the fire in front of her. Will watched her a minute before sitting down next to her. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked softly, giving her worried puppy eyes.
Sydney stared at him, her mind blank. Vaughn's gone and I'm going to die with out him! But she couldn't say that. She took in a shaky breath. And she sniffed her stuffy nose. "Vaughn...Vaughn's disappeared." The fire crackled and sizzled in the silence. She didn't bother to wipe away a lone tear.
Will's throat was dry, he didn't know what to say. He took her hand. "Syd, I...I don't know what to say. That's terrible."
More tears sprang from her eyes, and her face crease with pain. She sniffed again as she wipped away her tears. "I think he's in trouble. I think he's be kidnapped. But by who and why...I have no idea." She turned to Will, her face red and shinny with tears. "If anything happens to him..." Her voice went out and she sobbed.
Will pulled her close to him. "Shhh, Sydney. It's going to be okay." It was clear to him now, she had strong, passonate feelings for her handler; Vaughn.
* * *
Vaughn sat in the dark corner, the thick straps keeping him in the chair. Putting pressure on his broken ribs. He tried best he could to breath, every inhale causing immense pain.
He wished now more than ever, that he had not asked Sydney out to dinner. They knew who he was, they could know about Sydney. At least suspect.
He had lost count of the hours. They had seemed like long, painful years. Every hour, the same question, a new beating. They wanted to know. And he would only open his mouth to scream.
A ray of light shot onto him, and he squinted, until the light was gone. The same click echoed in the room, the same stride. Ariana Kane. Slowly, she approached him.
"Mr. Vaughn. Are you willing to talk now?" An eyebrow raised up her forehead. Vaughn glared at her through the darkness. She looked disapointed. "No? Mr. Vaughn, I was given forty-eight hours to get information from you. And if I don't get anything in those short, forty-eight hours, Sloane will take action against Sydney." She looked at her watch. "Thirty hours is all that's left."
Kane looked at him partly amused. "There's no use denying that you know her. My agents saw you with her." She leaned in close to him. "So, I will ask again. How do you know Sydney Bristow?"
* * *
Sydney flung herself up off her mattress, breathing hard and sweating. Panicing, she looked around. She was at home.
Her dreams had come to haunt her again. Pain, Vaughn's pain. And blood and death. She shuddered as she alid back down on her pillows. Slowly, she felt the tickled of tears slipping down her face. She missed him, she longed for him, to see him, hear him.
There were clues, she just had to find them. The problem was, she didn't have the slighest cluse where to start. But she had to start soon. She had to find him.
She didn't like to think about it, but he could be...Instantly she discarded the thought.
Where should she start? People and places reeled in her head. And it all stopped when a specific face came to mind. Her mother, Irina Derevko.
* * *
Sydney walked as fast as she could down the hall, the gates closing behind her. She rushed to the glass, impaitently putting her hands on the glass.
Her mother faced her, seeing th eurgency on her daughters face. Her eyebrows narrowed her eyes as she studied Sydney. "Sydney, what's wrong?"
Sydney drew in a deep breath to calm herself. "Vaughn has disappeared. I think he's been kidnapped." Derevko's face broke with deep pain and worry. Sydney looked hard at her mother. "If you know anyone who could have done this, or any clues that might have led to it, I need to know." Her voice came out cold and demanding.
Sadly, Irina shook her head. "I'm sorry Sydney. I have nothing to give you."
Sydney tried not to, but her hope had just been put out; she let out a quick sob. Her dark eyes shimmered with the hot tears that flooded her eyes. She put a hand over her mouth and her face turned red as tears slid down her cheeks.
Derevko looked on at Sydney, pained. "Sydney..." She spoke quietly. Her daughter took a couple deep breaths, and wipped her tears away from her face. Her face red and wet, tear streaked, she looked up at her mohter. "Sydney I'm sorry." Irina said, looking inot Sydney's dying eyes. "I would like to help you, in anyway I can. I'll brainstorm with you if you want. Sydney, I will help you find him."
Shocked and frozen with relief, Sydney just stared at Derevko in silence. Irina Derevko, her mother, wanted to help her find Vaughn. "Thank you." She said quietly, her voice cracking as more tears stung her eyes.
Her mother sadly smiled. "Anything for you Sydney. Now, we should begin imedietly."
* * *
"You haven't told her have you?"
"No, of course not."
"Good. I know she's your daughter, I understand that it is hard to believe she's a traitor. But she very well could be."
"I understand."
He nodded. "I'm sorry about this. But this man, he's CIA. She could be too. I'm grateful taht you haven't said anything."
"I don't bother. I know Sydney has nothing to do with the CIA."
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ALright, I have more but my hands are getting tired. I'll put up the second half of this chapter soon.0 Please review!!!!
kleverkitten
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Wow! That was really good! Especially the last segment....keep it coming!
pennstatechic
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I agree, this is getting VERY good! Poor Vaughn 
( Dam solane and dam Kane, and I know he was talking to Jack right there, and if he is and Jack does nothing, watch out! Great job, though! I loved it, post more soon please it's killing me!
( Dam solane and dam Kane, and I know he was talking to Jack right there, and if he is and Jack does nothing, watch out! Great job, though! I loved it, post more soon please it's killing me!Wow, I'm surprised that you guys are liking it that much already. Um...It's always gotta be Kane!! LOL I hate her! But there's more to it than you think. I'm just building up to it. ^_^ And this was the only time slot that I could think of that this story line would fit, so...Well, here's the second half of Chapter 2
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Chapter 2-Part 2
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"Okay." Irina put her hair behind her ears. "What, exactly, did you see at his house?"
Sydney had a clear picture in her mind. She took a deep breath, putting herself back in the room. "His car was in the driveway, his door was unlocked. When I went in, his briefcase and keys were on the counter. And one lamp in the living room was on." She looked up at her mother, her face hard as stone. "Nothing else in the house had been used recently."
Her mother looked thoughtful. "Nothing. As in...?"
"The towels were dry, the bed untouched." Sydney began to explain. "No dishes were in the sink or dishwasher. Nothing."
Irina squinted her eyes in thought. "So nothing has been used in the past day." She had a blank expression as she sat silent. "When was the last time you had contact with him?"
"Yesterday." Sydney remarked. "Last night rather. Before I left work."
"So he must've been abducted last night when he got home from work." Derevko analyzed, thoughtfully rubbing her fingers together. "So he's been gone for eighteen hours." She looked up at Sydney. "Can you get me photographs of his house?"
* * *
Sydney's hear nearly erupted from her mouth when she saw another car in Vaughn's driveway. She parked at a distance and carefully made her way to the front door. She pressed her ear to the door and listened. She heared footsteps, soft, small. And a voice, a female voice. "Michael?" Sydney's heart grew heavey with the realization of who it was.
She opened the door and stepped inside, the women spun around, fear and hope in her eyes. Alice. "Rita?" She asked shocked, her mouth hanging open. "What are you doing here?"
Sydney looked around, as far as she could see, nothing had been touched. She looked back to Alice, and glanced at Vaughn's briefcase. Untouched, thank god. "Vaughn's on a buisness trip. He asked me to be his housekeeper until he gets back."
Alice looked taken a-back. She dropped her head. "Oh...Well, why is all his stuff here?" She pointed to the counter.
"It was last minute." Sydney replied. Alice looked back at Sydney, sorrow in her eyes.
She looked down again. "Well then, I'd leave yout to..." She paused, looking hurt. "...Do your stuff." She smiled faintly at Sydney.
Sydney felt a little bad. Apparently, Alice had gotten the wrong picture. But truthfully, Sydney didn't mind. It was nice to think of it that way. She heared Alice's heals clicking down the driveway.
"Wait!" Sydney called, spinning around. Alice stopped and quickly wipped at her face. She turned and looked at Sydney with a bit of a red face. "Did you touch anything?"
Alice's face crumbled in confusion. "What? What are you talking about?"
Sydney shook her head. "Nothing, nevermind."
Alice gave Sydney a glare before turning away disgusted.
Sydney closed the door and made a thorough examination of Vaughn's place. Her heart lightened and her stomach untwisted, releaved. Nothing had been touched. She brought the camera up to her eyes.
* * *
"Sydney!" She stopped and turned. She waited as Wiess caught up to her. "So, anything new on Vaughn?"
She glanced around. "I'm having my mother help me."
Wiess almost jumped. "Derevko?"
"She's helping me brainstorm. I took pictures of Vaughn's place. I'm going to see her now." She whispered quietly. "Wiess, you can't tell anyone about this."
He nodded. "Of course."
"By the way." Sydney added, just turning to leave. "You might want to talk to Alice. She seemed suspicious."
Wiess raised his eyebrows in alarm. "She was there?"
Sydney nodded. "Looking for Vaughn. I told her he's on a last minute buisness trip. You should probably call her. Just to reinforce that."
Wiess nodded. "Sure."
* * *
Derevko traced her bottom lip as she carefully studied each picture. Sydney waited impaitently. Finally, Irina lowered the photos. "It is strange. I can see what you mean by unused. And the lamp..." She trailed off as she held up the picture of the lamp, examining it. "Have you looked for fingerprints, or shoe prints?"
Sydney shook her head. "No one knows."
Irina glanced at the camera. "I think that'll change." Sydney nodded, understanding. Irina looked straight at Sydney. "I suggest you make an analysis of the front room."
* * *
"Why didn't you inform me about this earlier?" Kendall asked angerly.
"I thought you'd know. Don't you keep track of your agents?" Sydney said sarcastically.
Kendall glared at her momentarily. "What do you expect to get out of this?"
"I hope to find out who kidnapped Vaughn!" Sydney explained, her voice raising.
"How do you even know he's been kidnapped?" Kendall yelled back. "He could have left on his own!"
"Why the hell would he do that?" Sydney asked in disbelief. "And besides, his house-"
"Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn is an agent of the CIA." Kendall said matter-of-factly. "If he wanted to make it look like he disappeared, he could."
"He did not leave, he was abducted." Sydney told him through clenched teeth.
"And you know this how?" Kendall asked.
She was about to explode with anger and frustration. She leaned towared him and gave him a cold glare. "I just know."
* * *
Sydney sighed deeply as she plopped onto her bed. Her day had been too stressful. Every day was, but Vaughn's presence usually greatly lessened it. She missed him, so much she wanted to scream until her head hurt. She had nothing from him to remember him by but his sweet picture in her mind. And the picture frame.
She sat up and reached for the beautiful antique. Gently, she cradled it in her hands. She treasured it. This was all she had. It was her most prized possesion. It was precious to her.
As she traced the designs with her finger, all the times she had been with, or talked to Vaughn came to memory. Each one, playing like a movie inside her head. She started to cry and bit her lip.
She wished that he was here now. She wanted to be able to see him, hear him. Touch is handsome, sharp face. Run her hand through his dark hair. She had never been able to hold his face or play with his hair, even though she had always wanted to. Now she wanted to more than ever.
She was afraid to go to sleep, if she could. Afraid taht her dreams would turned into nightmares. Or that she'd have a beautiful dream, of being with him. And wake up to be alone, and he'd still be gone. She didn't want to sleep. And she couldn't.
* * *
Pain. That's all her felt. Both physically and mentally. His entire body throbbed. And his breathing was short and haggard. Every breath took immense effort. It hurt to breath.
The only thing that kept him intact was Sydney. All his his memories of her, her voice, her smile. And the hope of seeing her once again. And telling her that he loved her. That kept him alive.
He didn't move when the door hinges creaked loudly. But his head swirled and his body throbbed more. No more. Please!
This time, it was not the cold slap of Kane's high heels. But what he saw put him in shock. He just stared, bewildered, as the man approached him.
"I'm sorry that this happened." He said quietly, looking over Vaughn's crippled body. "I tried to prevent it, but Sloane wouldn't listen to me." There was a short silence. "I'm still doing what I can to get you out, and to keep Sloane from acting on Syney." Vaughn's eyes flickered at Sydney's name. "You should know, she's searching for you."
So she didn't know. She didn't know where he was. Why didn't his visitor tell her?
He turned to leave. Vaughn, despite the pain, called out. "Jack!" Sydney's father looked back at Vaughn. Vaughn hesitated, before asking his question. "Why doesn't she know?"
Jack stood silent, thinking. "How would she? Sloane wouldn't tell her, he suspects her of being CIA." Vaughn's heart jumped. "And I won't tell her because..." He looked hard at Vaughn. "I have my reasons."
Vaughn was too exhausted to argue. "So what does she know?"
"All she know's is, you're gone. You've disappeared. But she's looking." He left Vaughn in more pain than before. In the darkness.
So, that's the last part of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 is in progress. I hope you guys like it!!! Chapter three will take a while, I have a good surprise for you all, so it's gonna take a while. Maybe if I write enough, I can get a spoiler up for you.
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Chapter 2-Part 2
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"Okay." Irina put her hair behind her ears. "What, exactly, did you see at his house?"
Sydney had a clear picture in her mind. She took a deep breath, putting herself back in the room. "His car was in the driveway, his door was unlocked. When I went in, his briefcase and keys were on the counter. And one lamp in the living room was on." She looked up at her mother, her face hard as stone. "Nothing else in the house had been used recently."
Her mother looked thoughtful. "Nothing. As in...?"
"The towels were dry, the bed untouched." Sydney began to explain. "No dishes were in the sink or dishwasher. Nothing."
Irina squinted her eyes in thought. "So nothing has been used in the past day." She had a blank expression as she sat silent. "When was the last time you had contact with him?"
"Yesterday." Sydney remarked. "Last night rather. Before I left work."
"So he must've been abducted last night when he got home from work." Derevko analyzed, thoughtfully rubbing her fingers together. "So he's been gone for eighteen hours." She looked up at Sydney. "Can you get me photographs of his house?"
* * *
Sydney's hear nearly erupted from her mouth when she saw another car in Vaughn's driveway. She parked at a distance and carefully made her way to the front door. She pressed her ear to the door and listened. She heared footsteps, soft, small. And a voice, a female voice. "Michael?" Sydney's heart grew heavey with the realization of who it was.
She opened the door and stepped inside, the women spun around, fear and hope in her eyes. Alice. "Rita?" She asked shocked, her mouth hanging open. "What are you doing here?"
Sydney looked around, as far as she could see, nothing had been touched. She looked back to Alice, and glanced at Vaughn's briefcase. Untouched, thank god. "Vaughn's on a buisness trip. He asked me to be his housekeeper until he gets back."
Alice looked taken a-back. She dropped her head. "Oh...Well, why is all his stuff here?" She pointed to the counter.
"It was last minute." Sydney replied. Alice looked back at Sydney, sorrow in her eyes.
She looked down again. "Well then, I'd leave yout to..." She paused, looking hurt. "...Do your stuff." She smiled faintly at Sydney.
Sydney felt a little bad. Apparently, Alice had gotten the wrong picture. But truthfully, Sydney didn't mind. It was nice to think of it that way. She heared Alice's heals clicking down the driveway.
"Wait!" Sydney called, spinning around. Alice stopped and quickly wipped at her face. She turned and looked at Sydney with a bit of a red face. "Did you touch anything?"
Alice's face crumbled in confusion. "What? What are you talking about?"
Sydney shook her head. "Nothing, nevermind."
Alice gave Sydney a glare before turning away disgusted.
Sydney closed the door and made a thorough examination of Vaughn's place. Her heart lightened and her stomach untwisted, releaved. Nothing had been touched. She brought the camera up to her eyes.
* * *
"Sydney!" She stopped and turned. She waited as Wiess caught up to her. "So, anything new on Vaughn?"
She glanced around. "I'm having my mother help me."
Wiess almost jumped. "Derevko?"
"She's helping me brainstorm. I took pictures of Vaughn's place. I'm going to see her now." She whispered quietly. "Wiess, you can't tell anyone about this."
He nodded. "Of course."
"By the way." Sydney added, just turning to leave. "You might want to talk to Alice. She seemed suspicious."
Wiess raised his eyebrows in alarm. "She was there?"
Sydney nodded. "Looking for Vaughn. I told her he's on a last minute buisness trip. You should probably call her. Just to reinforce that."
Wiess nodded. "Sure."
* * *
Derevko traced her bottom lip as she carefully studied each picture. Sydney waited impaitently. Finally, Irina lowered the photos. "It is strange. I can see what you mean by unused. And the lamp..." She trailed off as she held up the picture of the lamp, examining it. "Have you looked for fingerprints, or shoe prints?"
Sydney shook her head. "No one knows."
Irina glanced at the camera. "I think that'll change." Sydney nodded, understanding. Irina looked straight at Sydney. "I suggest you make an analysis of the front room."
* * *
"Why didn't you inform me about this earlier?" Kendall asked angerly.
"I thought you'd know. Don't you keep track of your agents?" Sydney said sarcastically.
Kendall glared at her momentarily. "What do you expect to get out of this?"
"I hope to find out who kidnapped Vaughn!" Sydney explained, her voice raising.
"How do you even know he's been kidnapped?" Kendall yelled back. "He could have left on his own!"
"Why the hell would he do that?" Sydney asked in disbelief. "And besides, his house-"
"Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn is an agent of the CIA." Kendall said matter-of-factly. "If he wanted to make it look like he disappeared, he could."
"He did not leave, he was abducted." Sydney told him through clenched teeth.
"And you know this how?" Kendall asked.
She was about to explode with anger and frustration. She leaned towared him and gave him a cold glare. "I just know."
* * *
Sydney sighed deeply as she plopped onto her bed. Her day had been too stressful. Every day was, but Vaughn's presence usually greatly lessened it. She missed him, so much she wanted to scream until her head hurt. She had nothing from him to remember him by but his sweet picture in her mind. And the picture frame.
She sat up and reached for the beautiful antique. Gently, she cradled it in her hands. She treasured it. This was all she had. It was her most prized possesion. It was precious to her.
As she traced the designs with her finger, all the times she had been with, or talked to Vaughn came to memory. Each one, playing like a movie inside her head. She started to cry and bit her lip.
She wished that he was here now. She wanted to be able to see him, hear him. Touch is handsome, sharp face. Run her hand through his dark hair. She had never been able to hold his face or play with his hair, even though she had always wanted to. Now she wanted to more than ever.
She was afraid to go to sleep, if she could. Afraid taht her dreams would turned into nightmares. Or that she'd have a beautiful dream, of being with him. And wake up to be alone, and he'd still be gone. She didn't want to sleep. And she couldn't.
* * *
Pain. That's all her felt. Both physically and mentally. His entire body throbbed. And his breathing was short and haggard. Every breath took immense effort. It hurt to breath.
The only thing that kept him intact was Sydney. All his his memories of her, her voice, her smile. And the hope of seeing her once again. And telling her that he loved her. That kept him alive.
He didn't move when the door hinges creaked loudly. But his head swirled and his body throbbed more. No more. Please!
This time, it was not the cold slap of Kane's high heels. But what he saw put him in shock. He just stared, bewildered, as the man approached him.
"I'm sorry that this happened." He said quietly, looking over Vaughn's crippled body. "I tried to prevent it, but Sloane wouldn't listen to me." There was a short silence. "I'm still doing what I can to get you out, and to keep Sloane from acting on Syney." Vaughn's eyes flickered at Sydney's name. "You should know, she's searching for you."
So she didn't know. She didn't know where he was. Why didn't his visitor tell her?
He turned to leave. Vaughn, despite the pain, called out. "Jack!" Sydney's father looked back at Vaughn. Vaughn hesitated, before asking his question. "Why doesn't she know?"
Jack stood silent, thinking. "How would she? Sloane wouldn't tell her, he suspects her of being CIA." Vaughn's heart jumped. "And I won't tell her because..." He looked hard at Vaughn. "I have my reasons."
Vaughn was too exhausted to argue. "So what does she know?"
"All she know's is, you're gone. You've disappeared. But she's looking." He left Vaughn in more pain than before. In the darkness.
So, that's the last part of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 is in progress. I hope you guys like it!!! Chapter three will take a while, I have a good surprise for you all, so it's gonna take a while. Maybe if I write enough, I can get a spoiler up for you.
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good job right more soon pleaz