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Irina relaxed as she let the warm water and the suds wash over her body. The tears rolled freely down her cheeks, the salt mixing with the soap. When they had approached her on the street in Russia so long ago, Irina had never imagined her life as a spy to turn into this. She could deal with...

Irina arrived at her next meeting with Kozlov frantic with worry. She threw down a stack of papers on the table in front of him. "They've started an investigation!" she hissed. Kozlov looked up, unphased. "We know," he said, finishing the paperwork he was working on. "What do you mean 'you...

Irina sat up in bed as Jack stared into the mirror, retying his narrow black tie. She pulled the sleeves of her satin robe around her. "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you, Jack?" she asked. He looked so nervous, so desolate. His eyes met hers in the mirror. "You know I need to do...

Jack walked back into the room. Irina could tell that he was tense, the muscles in his back were drawn, his shoulders were hunched forward in defeat. "What is it?" Irina asked as Jack sat down in the empty rocking chair. "They got another one," Jack whispered. "What?" Irina asked. "What do you...

Irina woke up and looked at the clock on her bedside table. 6:03. Jack would be home soon. She'd have to make dinner, have to get Sydney ready for the evening. But first she had to hide those files. They were sitting next to her own the bed. How could she have been so careless as to leave them...

Wednesday morning. It was time. Irina struggled as she sat up in the bed. It was her duty, she reminded herself. "This is my duty," she whispered. "What, darling?" came Jack's voice from the bathroom. He appeared, his face half-covered with shaving cream, a razor resting in his hand. Irina...

Okay. Another update. I don't really know what I'm going to do after the season premiere tonight. It seems like it might be a little difficult to add to the story then. Any suggestions? Agent Sydney Bristow. CIA. Sydney sat alone at the long table, the file sitting before her. I don't have to...

"Officer 41-A-67398 calling for confirmation. Operation: Truth Teller," Irina whispered into the payphone. "I'm transferring you now, Agent Derevko," came the refreshing Russian from the other end. Irina tapped her foot impatiently on the concrete. "Derevko," came Kozlov's harsh voice. "You...

So sorry that it's been so long, everyone. As those of you who read my other story already know, I've been incredibely busy with school, and I just haven't had the time to write. Hopefully, I'll be able to update more regularly now. Agent Sydney Bristow. CIA. Me? The head of a new World...

Irina was sitting at her vanity applying the final touches of her makeup when she heard the back door open. She closed the compact and stood up, walking into the kitchen. Jack had just set down his briefcase on the counter and was taking off his overcoat. He smiled when he saw her enter the...

Man, it's been a really long time since I've updated this. Sorry, guys. I got a little preoccupied with school. (I'd forgotten just how much I hated putting that effort in.) But, I'm trying to get back in the swing of things, so hopefully this update won't be a one-time thing. So, I was watching...

It was the image that was in her head. She saw herself in power.

Agent Sydney Bristow. CIA. Sydney was shocked when Sark appeared in her room. “Come with me,” he said. Sydney stood up and shuffled after him. He took her into a conference room where Sydney saw both of her parents sitting across from Sloane. “Ahh, Sydney. So nice of you to join us.” Sydney...

A baby changes everything. Irina had heard that before, but now she knew it. When she held Sydney in her arms, she felt she had done the right thing. If she had not joined the KGB, she would never had had this perfect baby girl. She would never have been able to give her daughter everything she...

Agent Michael Vaughn. CIA. Light was streaming through the trees. Vaughn was squinting because of the glare. Suddenly, the light was hitting Rambaldi’s sign directly. The light reflected off the stone, running in a line perpendicular to the ground. Now that’s weird. It’s like that stone can...