Okay, I re-wrote a lot of this chapter, so it's finally done! I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter! Things kind of take a turn...
Anyway, enjoy and please review!
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Chapter 6
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As soon as the van stopped, they yanked her up and pushed her out. Wrenching her uper arms in tight holds as they ushered her through hallways. The dark cloth they had over her eyes kept her from seeing her surroundings. She had no idea where she was, or where they were taking her. Only the hope that she would see Vaughn.
Abruptly, they pushed her down. She unsteadily landed in a chair, that she felt was familiar. Though she couldn't quite pick it out. Her many and mixed feelings lessened her thinking ability. They grabbed at her head, removing the cloth from her eyes.
Her breathing system shut down, and her brain cells exploded. Her thoughts blank, yet running wild. The thing she saw in front of her, the ugly, treacherous thing, paraylized her. She never thought, didn't even consider it to be this. And now she wanted to put a bullet in her head for her stupidity.
He looked up from his desk, and a comfortable smirk formed on his face. "Sydney, I haven't seen you in a while."
She pulled herself out of her thoughts of Vaughn, to glare at Sloane. "I've been busy."
"Yes, I know." He stood from his chair to walk around the glass desk. "I've been keeping an eye on you."
"I supose that's how you found out I was going to interrogate Wilkom, and killed him yourself. To prevent me from finding Vaughn."
Sloane frowned. "I'm afraid that I don't know what you're talking about Sydney."
"You can't lie to me." Sydney replied. "I know you did it. Who else could have?"
Sloane stared at her, calm, hands folded, leaning against the table. "I don't know. But it wasn't me, Sydney. Why would I try to prevent you from finding Mr. Vaughn, and then send you a message to call him?"
Her eyes fell as she pondered this, frusterated. She stayed silent, and didn't reply.
Sloane smiled before he stood up straight. "Come Sydney. I'd like you to meet my new asset."
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"I can understand your concern Jack. But we can't just send a team into SD-6!" Kendall yelled.
Jack stared at him with his cold eyes that created his famous glare. "They'll kill her." He said plainly.
Kendall nodded. "I'm perfectly aware of that. But what I don't understand, is why you've kept this a secret." He watched Jack momentarily before continuing on. "You knew taht Sloane and Kan were suspicious of Sydney, that they were going to kidnap and interrogate Agent Vaughn, and-"
"I have my reasons." Jack interuppted.
"Yeah, don't you always. You should understand more than anyone why I can' just send a team in to extract those two!" kendall told him. He sighed and wipped his forehead. "We'll just have to wait, Jack."
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She broke down, tears waterfalling down her cheeks. Her body violently trembling. Her heart throbbing with every excited beat. Her mind blank. Her shaking knees. She choked.
"Vaughn!" She yelled out to him, pain and joy, both gurgling in her voice. Excitement pulsing through her, she lunged forward. But she was stopped by the secruity, pulling her back. She wrestled with their arms, trying to break free. Trying to reach Vaughn, such a short distance away. She bit her lip, crying. "Vaughn..."
They were in an eye lock. They gazed at each other, so relieved. But they were both being held back, Sydney by Sloane and his henchmen. And Vaughn by the think straps that tied him to the chair.
Sloane stepped between them. "Well, well. I see that you two are happy to see each other." He looked over at Sydney, staring into her eyes. "I wouldn't get too comfortable. Time, is limited." He said, walking over to Vaughn. "Tell me Sydney, how far would you go for this man?"
Sydney and Vaughn continued to stare. But they were paying full attention to Sloane. She hesitated, she knew her answer. But she wasn't sure that it'd be the best idea to answer. For Vaughn's safety, and...What if he doesn't feel the same? She mentally slapped herself. Now is not the time to be thinking about that!
Sloane was now looking at her, eyebrows arched, waiting. She looked at him, then back at Vaughn. Looking deep into his eyes. She opened her mouth, about to answer, then she stopped. She couldn't do it. Not now, not yet. Sloane didn't need to know. She didn't want him to know!
She looked back to Sloane. "Why do you care? It's no use to you!" She snapped. her rage and thirst for revenge, now stronger for kidnapping and torturing Vaughn.
Sloane sighed and shook his head. "You know Sydney, your father-" He was cut off by the steel door opening. Sloane stopped, turning his attention to the approaching agent.
"There's a call for you. It's Bristow."
Sydney snapped her head over to them, her eyes wide. Sloane glanced at Sydney, then back to the agent. "I'll take it in my office. Leave Sydney here, we'll get back to her." Sloane glanced at Sydney one last time as he stepped around the agent.
The security threw Sydney on the floor. They filed out, closing the door. Sydney slowly got up, dizzy from the hard impact. Then she bolted up, realizing that she was with Vaughn. Alone.
"Vaughn! Oh my god!" She started to cry as she softly ran her hands down his face.
"I'm okay." Vaughn said, trying not to cause her much pain. Even though he already knew she was in pain.
"No you're not!" She replied, shaking her head. Then she looked down, noticing the thick, tight buckles. Her hands ripped through the air, quickly unbuckling them. When she got the last one off, she pulled him from the chair into her arms.
He winced as he painfully groaned. Worried, Sydney stepped back. He carefully put his hands on his ribs, and his breathing was raggad. With every breath he winced.
Sydney placed her hands over his, slowly pulling his away. She lightly blushed as she glanced at him, pulling up his shirt. She gasped, seeing his skin heavily bruised, and many little bumps of the broken ribs poking his skin.
Tears stung her eyes as she examined it. She took in a sharp breath. "What did they do to you?"
Vaughn winced again, inhaling sharply. "Tried to get me to talk." He replied quietly.
She let his shirt fall from her hand, covering his battered body. "And you wouldn't?"
He opened his eyes to look at her. "Would you?"
She stared at him in silence. Then she shook herself. "I see your point."
Slowly, Vaughn leaned forward. Sydney put her hands out to keep him from collapsing. "Vaughn, you should sit down."
Her firmly shook his head. "No. It feels good to stand. I've been sitting for forty-eight hours straight."
"Vaughn, please!" Sydney begged. "You're in no condition to be standing! Lay down if you have to." He sighed, giving in, and Sydney helped him to lay down. She sat down next to him, looking him over. "Vaughn?"
"Hm?" He opened his briefly-closed eyes and looked over at her. His deep green eyes sparkling.
She bit her lip, hesitating. "How did they know, that you have any connection to me?"
He didn't say anything for a few minutes. He just stared. Then he licked his lips and talked. "Kane's agents, at Nice. Remember?"
Sydney's jaw slowly hung, the realization hitting her. A shamed of herself, she put her head in her hands. "I should have known. I should have remembered! It's so obvious! I could've had you out of here hours ago!"
"Sydney," Vaughn said quietly. She looked down at him. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's a simple mistake."
"But-"
"Besides," he continued, purposefully cutting her off. "It's my fauly any of this happened."
Sydney blinked a couple times, starring at him blankly. "Vaughn, that's rediculous!"
Shaking his head, he sighed. "No, Sydney. It's not. If I hadn't asked you to dinner, they would've never spotted us. Therefore, we wouldn't be here."
"Vaughn..." She leaned down on her elbow, getting closer to him. "I'm glad you asked me."
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"Why did you take her?"
"Jack, you knew this was going to happen. You didn't object to capturing Mr. Vaughn-"
"I didn't object because Sydney has no connection to him, or the CIA!"
"There's no use denying Jack. You know I wouldn't have done anything without proof that Sydney and Mr. Vaughn know each other."
"They only way you could've gotten "proof" is if Mr. Vaughn lied."
"He didn't lie, but he did call out to Sydney when we called her. She couldn't her him of course."
"...It was you."
"And, when I brought Sydney in to see him, it was obvious they know each other. In fact, I think they're in love."
"Sydney, is not in love with that man!"
"Sydney mentioned the murder of Agent Wilkom. She blamed me, saying I was trying to prevent her from finding Mr. Vaughn. I know what lengths you would go to protect her. Even if it means keeping her from the man she loves, even if it means his torture and his death. I know, that you are the one who murdered Wilkom."
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He answered his phone. "Yes?"
"Mr. Sark," The familiar voice said. "I need you to do a favor for me. I believe a rescue attempt will be made."
He smiled. "And what would you like me to do, Sir?"
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So, that's chapter 6. I hope that you guys liked it! I am working hard on chapter 7, I even have a little spoiler for you!
~~~~~Spoiler for Ch. 7~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sark looked over at Vaughn. He struck his hand out, crushing his gun across Vaughn's scull. Sydney screamed, begging for Sark to do no more, as Vaughn slammed onto the ground. His ribs cracking more. Sark put the hammer of his gun into place, aiming at Vaughn
"There will be no questions, no demands, and no delays." Sark informed Sydney. "Or there will be pain, screams, and blood. Not yours."
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I'll have chapter 7 up soon
