Title: Above Top Secret (name borrowed from “Above Top Secret: The Worldwide UFO Cover-up” by Timothy Good)
Disclaimer: I could never even begin to have the imagination to think up Alias, that imagination however, belongs to JJ Abrams. I got the idea for this and some information from The Doomsday Conspiracy by Sidney Sheldon. (see bottom for citation).
Dedication: This whole story is dedicated to my most loyal and dedicated reviewer: Landi104
Author: lilsurfer12003
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Sydney believes that the CIA is involved in a conspiracy against her. In an attempt to find out what’s going on, she finds help from an unlikely alley.
---Unknown POV---
I brushed off the remaining dirt and began translating the text. I could feel my eyes widening as I stared at the picture. Attempting to regain my breath, I stood up and brushed myself off before running back to camp yelling something to my superior.
<<<5 days later>>>
Flash Message
Top Secret
NSA to FBI
Eyes Only
Subject: Agent Bristow
Intel received. Notify others. Commence search.
End of Message (Sheldon)
---Sydney’s POV---
I was wearing a black dress suit with high heels to finish it off. I smiled, walking to my desk when suddenly I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Now, spies are supposed to be trained to notice even the slightest difference, however this wasn’t something subtle, it was very noticeable. In the area surrounding my desk, they had taped it off with the police tape. They were uploading some kind of file in the computer next to it. I took a few steps back to a wall where I watched from around the corner. I glanced over to the agent files and in the file cabinet where my file was they had pulled out a file and were reading it. I had planned to sneak into Dixon’s office and ask what was going on when I noticed some FBI agents talking with Dixon and pointing to my computer. Other agents were looking around the room. I knew that something was wrong and that if I stayed here I would soon find out. I hurried out of the building and drove home, looking in the rearview mirror every five minutes. As soon as I got home, I hurried into the kitchen and took out some cake and a plate, before I smudged the cake on it and threw it in the sink. I ate the rest of the cake without a plate and then hurried into my room to call in sick. When that was done I crumpled up a few Kleenex tissues and threw them in the trash and put some more on the bed. I walked over to the medicine cabinet and opened the Robitusum and poured some down the drain before I put it back, washing out the little medicine cup. I grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the bus stop. I boarded the bus after paying the toll and sat down. I then took out my phone and began opening different programs on my phone. When I felt satisfied I put it on silent and enabled the key lock. Then I slid the phone between the seats and pushed a cloth between the seats to hide it. I waited until we got to the next stop and hopped off, heading back to my house. I opened my car and drove away.
---Dixon’s POV---
“I thought you said Agent Bristow would be here by now?” a man asked.
“I did, she called in sick.” I informed him. “And what is this all about?”
“That’s classified information, Director.” the man reminded me.
“Well, what do you want with her?” I tried.
“That’s classified as well. When and if… we feel he need to inform you, you will be properly briefed.” he insisted.
When I said nothing after a few minutes he continued on.
“You don’t believe me. Well, you should. I certainly hope you’re not harboring Agent Bristow, because I assure you, the consequences would be enormous. Good day, director. I really must be going.” he excused himself, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on my desk and taking a quick bite into it.
I stared at the phone and picked it up, dialing a number.
“Hello, this is Director Dixon, send a team out to Bristow’s house. Yes, Sydney. Thank you.” I hung up the phone, rubbing my temples. I hoped I did the right thing, praying that I didn’t just betray a friend.
---Sydney’s POV---
I drove around the corner of a restaurant and parked my car. Walking around the corner, I picked up the pay phone and dialed my dad’s number.
“Bristow.” he spoke into the phone.
“Is this line secure?” I asked, making sure.
“It always is.” he promised.
“Just making sure.” I told him.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Look what’s going on?”
“You tell me. They came asking all these questions about you.”
“I went to work and I saw them all around my desk, they were looking for something. The question is what?”
“Sydney, until we know what that is, it’ll be better if you don’t go home. Don’t go to anyone you know. They’ll be looking there. Get to a safe location, we’ll figure this out.”
“I, I bought myself some time, but that’s not going to last. Maybe mom will-”
“No! I told you, don’t go to people you know. Now I’ve got to go in, or they’ll suspect something. We’ll figure this out.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
With that I heard the dial tone and I replaced the receiver.
---Sark’s POV---
I shivered slightly at the decrease in temperature. I shifted my position on the roof to allow a little more comfort. Steadying my weapon I scanned the ground for my target.
“Look, I found Waldo.” I whispered, spotting my target.
They turned around, trying to hide in the crowd. They knew I was here.
“You can’t hide.” I murmured my finger moving to the trigger. I adjusted some last minute things, such as my sight, and waited for him to move 3 feet.
“One, two-” I began. My phone rang in it’s low tune, breaking my concentration.
“Bloody hell.” I murmured, picking up the phone. “I’m busy.”
“And I could care less, get your ass back here right now. We’ve got major news.” they spoke into the phone before severing the connection.
I groaned when I went to look for my target and discovered that they had escaped.
<<<2 hours later>>>
---Sark’s POV---
I sat down in the chair, waiting for the room to fill up. Conversation already filled the air, some asking questions and others gossiping. When the head of the covenant had entered the room, it became overcome with silence.
“You all know that I called you here for something important. The question is what.”
I put down the pen that I had been playing with on the table and awaited this supposedly “big” news.
“We all know that Agent Sydney Bristow,” he paused, pressing a button on his remote, causing a picture of Sydney to appear on the screen before us, “is a very resourceful threat to us. The idea of bringing her down might have been a very appetizing dream for some of you in this room. However, most believed that it couldn’t be done; that she was a human form of… fool’s gold, if you will. Anyways, as of now, we are immobilizing our search for Rambaldi artifacts and deciphering his prophecies because of something that has come up. By now, I’m sure you’ve all realized that Agent Bristow is the topic of this meeting. However, you don’t know just how important she is to us now. An offer has been made by the NSA and the FBI, for the most part, that whoever can bring in Agent Sydney Bristow, unharmed or as close to that as possible, will receive a pardon, no questions asked.”
A/N: Questions? Comments? No reviews=no updates. It’s as simple as that.
Footnotes:
Sheldon, Sidney The Doomsday Conspiracy
New York: Warner Books, 1991
Disclaimer: I could never even begin to have the imagination to think up Alias, that imagination however, belongs to JJ Abrams. I got the idea for this and some information from The Doomsday Conspiracy by Sidney Sheldon. (see bottom for citation).
Dedication: This whole story is dedicated to my most loyal and dedicated reviewer: Landi104
Author: lilsurfer12003
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Sydney believes that the CIA is involved in a conspiracy against her. In an attempt to find out what’s going on, she finds help from an unlikely alley.
Above Top Secret
Prologue
Prologue
---Unknown POV---
I brushed off the remaining dirt and began translating the text. I could feel my eyes widening as I stared at the picture. Attempting to regain my breath, I stood up and brushed myself off before running back to camp yelling something to my superior.
<<<5 days later>>>
Flash Message
Top Secret
NSA to FBI
Eyes Only
Subject: Agent Bristow
Intel received. Notify others. Commence search.
End of Message (Sheldon)
---Sydney’s POV---
I was wearing a black dress suit with high heels to finish it off. I smiled, walking to my desk when suddenly I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Now, spies are supposed to be trained to notice even the slightest difference, however this wasn’t something subtle, it was very noticeable. In the area surrounding my desk, they had taped it off with the police tape. They were uploading some kind of file in the computer next to it. I took a few steps back to a wall where I watched from around the corner. I glanced over to the agent files and in the file cabinet where my file was they had pulled out a file and were reading it. I had planned to sneak into Dixon’s office and ask what was going on when I noticed some FBI agents talking with Dixon and pointing to my computer. Other agents were looking around the room. I knew that something was wrong and that if I stayed here I would soon find out. I hurried out of the building and drove home, looking in the rearview mirror every five minutes. As soon as I got home, I hurried into the kitchen and took out some cake and a plate, before I smudged the cake on it and threw it in the sink. I ate the rest of the cake without a plate and then hurried into my room to call in sick. When that was done I crumpled up a few Kleenex tissues and threw them in the trash and put some more on the bed. I walked over to the medicine cabinet and opened the Robitusum and poured some down the drain before I put it back, washing out the little medicine cup. I grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the bus stop. I boarded the bus after paying the toll and sat down. I then took out my phone and began opening different programs on my phone. When I felt satisfied I put it on silent and enabled the key lock. Then I slid the phone between the seats and pushed a cloth between the seats to hide it. I waited until we got to the next stop and hopped off, heading back to my house. I opened my car and drove away.
---Dixon’s POV---
“I thought you said Agent Bristow would be here by now?” a man asked.
“I did, she called in sick.” I informed him. “And what is this all about?”
“That’s classified information, Director.” the man reminded me.
“Well, what do you want with her?” I tried.
“That’s classified as well. When and if… we feel he need to inform you, you will be properly briefed.” he insisted.
When I said nothing after a few minutes he continued on.
“You don’t believe me. Well, you should. I certainly hope you’re not harboring Agent Bristow, because I assure you, the consequences would be enormous. Good day, director. I really must be going.” he excused himself, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on my desk and taking a quick bite into it.
I stared at the phone and picked it up, dialing a number.
“Hello, this is Director Dixon, send a team out to Bristow’s house. Yes, Sydney. Thank you.” I hung up the phone, rubbing my temples. I hoped I did the right thing, praying that I didn’t just betray a friend.
---Sydney’s POV---
I drove around the corner of a restaurant and parked my car. Walking around the corner, I picked up the pay phone and dialed my dad’s number.
“Bristow.” he spoke into the phone.
“Is this line secure?” I asked, making sure.
“It always is.” he promised.
“Just making sure.” I told him.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Look what’s going on?”
“You tell me. They came asking all these questions about you.”
“I went to work and I saw them all around my desk, they were looking for something. The question is what?”
“Sydney, until we know what that is, it’ll be better if you don’t go home. Don’t go to anyone you know. They’ll be looking there. Get to a safe location, we’ll figure this out.”
“I, I bought myself some time, but that’s not going to last. Maybe mom will-”
“No! I told you, don’t go to people you know. Now I’ve got to go in, or they’ll suspect something. We’ll figure this out.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
With that I heard the dial tone and I replaced the receiver.
---Sark’s POV---
I shivered slightly at the decrease in temperature. I shifted my position on the roof to allow a little more comfort. Steadying my weapon I scanned the ground for my target.
“Look, I found Waldo.” I whispered, spotting my target.
They turned around, trying to hide in the crowd. They knew I was here.
“You can’t hide.” I murmured my finger moving to the trigger. I adjusted some last minute things, such as my sight, and waited for him to move 3 feet.
“One, two-” I began. My phone rang in it’s low tune, breaking my concentration.
“Bloody hell.” I murmured, picking up the phone. “I’m busy.”
“And I could care less, get your ass back here right now. We’ve got major news.” they spoke into the phone before severing the connection.
I groaned when I went to look for my target and discovered that they had escaped.
<<<2 hours later>>>
---Sark’s POV---
I sat down in the chair, waiting for the room to fill up. Conversation already filled the air, some asking questions and others gossiping. When the head of the covenant had entered the room, it became overcome with silence.
“You all know that I called you here for something important. The question is what.”
I put down the pen that I had been playing with on the table and awaited this supposedly “big” news.
“We all know that Agent Sydney Bristow,” he paused, pressing a button on his remote, causing a picture of Sydney to appear on the screen before us, “is a very resourceful threat to us. The idea of bringing her down might have been a very appetizing dream for some of you in this room. However, most believed that it couldn’t be done; that she was a human form of… fool’s gold, if you will. Anyways, as of now, we are immobilizing our search for Rambaldi artifacts and deciphering his prophecies because of something that has come up. By now, I’m sure you’ve all realized that Agent Bristow is the topic of this meeting. However, you don’t know just how important she is to us now. An offer has been made by the NSA and the FBI, for the most part, that whoever can bring in Agent Sydney Bristow, unharmed or as close to that as possible, will receive a pardon, no questions asked.”
A/N: Questions? Comments? No reviews=no updates. It’s as simple as that.
Footnotes:
Sheldon, Sidney The Doomsday Conspiracy
New York: Warner Books, 1991