aliasfan_614
Cadet
okay well...it looks as if my ff didn't make it through the harddrive problem... .....so to recap..here's the last chap and the new one!!
~Chapter (lets say) 20~
(later that night, 11:00)
Sydney and Michael sat on the steps of her front porch after having gone to dinner at a romantic Italian restaurant and taking a moonlit walk through the park. Sydney sighed. No one spoke for some time.
Michael broke the silence. “I have to go,” he said, “Early meeting tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” Sydney said. Michael gave her a goodnight kiss. He headed for his car.
“I’ll call you,” he shouted while getting into his car.
“Okay,” Sydney said with a smile. She sighed, and opened her front door.
“It’s so nice to see you again, Ms. Bristow,” a British accented voice said from the darkness. Sydney didn’t have a chance. Two muscular men grabbed her from behind, tied her, and dragged her to a black car waiting out side.
“Help!” Sydney shouted, “Someone help me!”
“I wouldn’t say another word, Ms. Bristow,” Sark said, pulling out a knife. He held it to her throat. He climbed into the car next to her. “Let’s go,” he ordered and the driver drove them off.
~Chapter 21~
(the next day, at 2:49 PM)
Michael walked down the busy halls of CIA Headquarters with a smile on his face,
“Someone got some last night,” Weiss teased as he came up to Michael.
“Very funny,” Michael said with a grin.
“Love to hang around, Mike, but I see an new agent who needs a tour of the agency,” Weiss said as he left Michael’s side for that of a newly recruited female agent.
Michael smirked. He headed for his own desk and sat down. He picked up a stack of papers and flipped through them. His mind wasn’t on the papers though. He picked up the phone and dialed Sydney’s cell phone. The phone rang a few times before someone picked up.
“Hello?” the voice asked.
“Who is this?” Michael asked.
“No, the question is, who is this?” the voice taunted. Michael then realized whom the accented voice belonged to.
“What have you done with Sydney, Sark?” Michael shouted furiously. The agent at the desk next to him looked at with a puzzled expression. Michael smiled at her politely. She shook her head and went back to her work.
“Oh. Ms. Bristow? Well, she’s a little tied up at the moment,” Sark said, “Would you like to talk to her?” Michael could hear Sark walking and then opening a door. The line went silent.
“Syd?” Michael asked hopefully. All Michael heard was silence.
“Syd?” Michael asked again.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I mention that your, shall we say, Syd is also gagged,” Sark said with a little laugh, “Good bye now.”
“No wiat!” Michael shouted. The line went dead. Michael got up quickly. He ran to straight to Marshall’s office.
“Marshall. Trace the last call of Sydney’s cell phone,” Michael said as he burst into the room.
“But Agent Vaughn, I’m, um, playing this really cool Internet game I found. Look, see the magical elf-” Marshall explained pointing to the screen.
Michael interrupted, “Marshall! This is important!”
“Okay, okay. Don’t blow a blood vessel. I mean, that’s not atomically possible. Well, actually, I read somewhere that-” Marshall started again.
“MARSHALL!” Michael shouted. Marshall turned off the game he was playing and opened a new program.
“Sorry, sorry,” Marshall apologized. The room fell silent for a few minutes. Michael paced back and forth.
“There!” Marshal shouted, pointing to the screen and startling Michael.
“Where?” Michael asked, running to the computer screen.
“Cancun, Mexico,” Marshall asked, “Why did you need to trace the call anyway?”
“Sark has Sydney, Marshall,” Michael explained, “Trace exactly where in Cancun the call came from.”
Marshall looked shocked. “Sark has Sydney? How did he manage that? Tranquilizer gun?” he joked. Michael looked grimly at him. “Okay, getting back to the tracking.” Marshall said as he started typing some more.
“Well?” Michael asked impatiently after about five minutes.
“Sark’s taken Sydney to some building on San Juan Street. Number 386,” Marshall informed.
“Thanks Marshall,” Michael said as he headed out the door.
“Wait. Agent Vaughn?” Marshall asked, “Do you actually think that Kendall will let you fly down to Mexico?”
Michael hadn’t thought about this. “I hope so, Marshall. For Sydney’s sake,” he replied and walked quickly to Kendall’s office.
okay...if you want me to post the previous chaps...just tell me!! ^_^
~Chapter (lets say) 20~
(later that night, 11:00)
Sydney and Michael sat on the steps of her front porch after having gone to dinner at a romantic Italian restaurant and taking a moonlit walk through the park. Sydney sighed. No one spoke for some time.
Michael broke the silence. “I have to go,” he said, “Early meeting tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” Sydney said. Michael gave her a goodnight kiss. He headed for his car.
“I’ll call you,” he shouted while getting into his car.
“Okay,” Sydney said with a smile. She sighed, and opened her front door.
“It’s so nice to see you again, Ms. Bristow,” a British accented voice said from the darkness. Sydney didn’t have a chance. Two muscular men grabbed her from behind, tied her, and dragged her to a black car waiting out side.
“Help!” Sydney shouted, “Someone help me!”
“I wouldn’t say another word, Ms. Bristow,” Sark said, pulling out a knife. He held it to her throat. He climbed into the car next to her. “Let’s go,” he ordered and the driver drove them off.
~Chapter 21~
(the next day, at 2:49 PM)
Michael walked down the busy halls of CIA Headquarters with a smile on his face,
“Someone got some last night,” Weiss teased as he came up to Michael.
“Very funny,” Michael said with a grin.
“Love to hang around, Mike, but I see an new agent who needs a tour of the agency,” Weiss said as he left Michael’s side for that of a newly recruited female agent.
Michael smirked. He headed for his own desk and sat down. He picked up a stack of papers and flipped through them. His mind wasn’t on the papers though. He picked up the phone and dialed Sydney’s cell phone. The phone rang a few times before someone picked up.
“Hello?” the voice asked.
“Who is this?” Michael asked.
“No, the question is, who is this?” the voice taunted. Michael then realized whom the accented voice belonged to.
“What have you done with Sydney, Sark?” Michael shouted furiously. The agent at the desk next to him looked at with a puzzled expression. Michael smiled at her politely. She shook her head and went back to her work.
“Oh. Ms. Bristow? Well, she’s a little tied up at the moment,” Sark said, “Would you like to talk to her?” Michael could hear Sark walking and then opening a door. The line went silent.
“Syd?” Michael asked hopefully. All Michael heard was silence.
“Syd?” Michael asked again.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I mention that your, shall we say, Syd is also gagged,” Sark said with a little laugh, “Good bye now.”
“No wiat!” Michael shouted. The line went dead. Michael got up quickly. He ran to straight to Marshall’s office.
“Marshall. Trace the last call of Sydney’s cell phone,” Michael said as he burst into the room.
“But Agent Vaughn, I’m, um, playing this really cool Internet game I found. Look, see the magical elf-” Marshall explained pointing to the screen.
Michael interrupted, “Marshall! This is important!”
“Okay, okay. Don’t blow a blood vessel. I mean, that’s not atomically possible. Well, actually, I read somewhere that-” Marshall started again.
“MARSHALL!” Michael shouted. Marshall turned off the game he was playing and opened a new program.
“Sorry, sorry,” Marshall apologized. The room fell silent for a few minutes. Michael paced back and forth.
“There!” Marshal shouted, pointing to the screen and startling Michael.
“Where?” Michael asked, running to the computer screen.
“Cancun, Mexico,” Marshall asked, “Why did you need to trace the call anyway?”
“Sark has Sydney, Marshall,” Michael explained, “Trace exactly where in Cancun the call came from.”
Marshall looked shocked. “Sark has Sydney? How did he manage that? Tranquilizer gun?” he joked. Michael looked grimly at him. “Okay, getting back to the tracking.” Marshall said as he started typing some more.
“Well?” Michael asked impatiently after about five minutes.
“Sark’s taken Sydney to some building on San Juan Street. Number 386,” Marshall informed.
“Thanks Marshall,” Michael said as he headed out the door.
“Wait. Agent Vaughn?” Marshall asked, “Do you actually think that Kendall will let you fly down to Mexico?”
Michael hadn’t thought about this. “I hope so, Marshall. For Sydney’s sake,” he replied and walked quickly to Kendall’s office.
okay...if you want me to post the previous chaps...just tell me!! ^_^