Okay here is chapter 5. Hope ya like it and I want to thank everyone who reads it. It's so awesome to see that people actually read my fic and like it
Chapter 5
Sydney sat on her bed, thinking. She tried to make sense of what she heard. She had been sitting in this position for the past three hours. She kept starring at the same picture over and over again; it was in a silver frame. This was one of the only things that would ever make her smile.
She heard soft voices outside her room. She wondered who it was but didn’t try and move. It was impossible. Her legs were cramped and she knew that she probably wouldn’t be moving until the next morning. The voices kept on going. They were coming closer, she could tell. She heard a gentle knock on her door. Sydney inwardly sighed. She had no desire to talk to people right now. She was too tired. The knocking continued until she heard her father’s voice.
“Sydney, I need to talk to you. This is urgent!”
The second Sydney heard that she was up. She raced for the door and saw her father standing there, alongside Kendall. Sydney blushed a little. She didn’t look her best right now. Her hair was all over the place, she had on an old, oversized t-shirt with coffee stains and a pair of ripped jeans. She turned to her father and gave him a questioning glance.
“Sydney, we have arranged for you to talk to Miroslavich tomorrow morning, 9:00 am.
Sydney threw her arms around her father and mumbled her thanks and looked at Kendall and also thanked him. He nodded and they both left. Sydney collapsed on to the couch. She was relieved; she was more than relieved, she was ecstatic. She was finally going to get some answers.
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Sydney fell into an easy sleep that night; one of the first in along time. As sunlight cam shinning into Sydney’s room she opened her eyes. Everything appeared to be hazy but in a corner she saw a familiar face. It was Vaughn. She sat up as quickly as possible. He turned to her and a smile appeared on his face. She looked at him, not knowing what to say. He came over to her and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her and she looked at him, then all of a sudden he pulled out a gun and his voice changed. It was icy, cold, and distant.
“So I hear that you heard my voice in Miroslavich’s house? Well Sydney, what are we going to do about this?” He didn’t move the gun and Sydney began to cry and shiver.
“Vaughn, what are you doing? It’s me Sydney, Sydney Bristow!”
“I know who you are but I don’t care. You might ruin my plans and now I’m going to have to end your life.”
“NO!” Sydney screamed.
She heard a voice. It was distant, like it was miles away. “Sydney, Sydney!” The voice was becoming clearer now. Sydney sat up in her bed. She was drenched in sweat and was shivering violently.
“Sydney, honey are you okay? You had a nightmare.”
“Francie?”
“Yah, it’s me. Don’t worry your okay.”
Francie held Sydney while she cried. Her sobs soon began to steady. They sat there in silence for a while until Francie quietly asked Sydney if she was okay. Sydney replied with a yes and Farncie got up to leave the room.
“Francie will you stay here, please?” Sydney felt like such a baby but she couldn’t bear being alone.
“Sure,” she replied.
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Sydney waked into the CIA. More tired than usual but anxious to talk to this man. She walked over to Kendall. He didn’t say anything just pointed to a woman with short blonde hair in the corner. She walked over to her.
“I’ll be taking you, Miss. Bristow to see the prisoner. Follow me, please.” The woman lead Sydney down a hallway, similar to the one she would go down when visiting her mom. The gates lifted slowly as Sydney walked through the hallway. She was always scared that someday she would walk into them. For the first time in a long, long time she smiled at the thought of herself doing that but then went right back to being serious as she remembered what she was doing.
She saw Miroslavich; he sat on a bench in the far corner of the room. His feet dangled, he was a very short man. He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through her. She took a step backwards. Something about this man gave her the chills but she stayed composed. She looked over at the woman and nodded, she left and Sydney and Miroslavich were left alone. They stood looking at each other for what felt like hours. Finally Sydney spoke.
“Mr. Miroslavich, I have a few questions for you.”
He briefly nodded at her to continue. Sydney was surprised that he was being so cooperative.
“While I was in your home, I heard something.” She stopped, trying to compose herself. “I heard a voice, a voice that I am quite familiar with.”
Miroslavich looked at her, his eyes cold, giving away nothing. “What voice would that be?” he asked.
“A voice from a message that you received on your answering machine. He sounded like he might be your superior.”
At the mention of Miroslavich’s superior Miroslavich’s face became pale. He looked away from Sydney. “I will not speak of him,” Miroslavich whispered.
Sydney stood and looked at him. Anger was building up inside her. She wondered why Miroslavich was now becoming so scarred and nervous. She took a step towards him.
“You will tell me who he is.”
He looked at her and slowly shoke his head. “I will not.”
“If you do not want to spend the rest of your life alone in a cell then you will,” she threatened.
Sydney could tell that he was getting nervous. She was slowly breaking him down. He was crumbling before her but still he refused to answer her question.
“You will tell me, you son of a b****.”
Out of nowhere he began to sob. Sydney looked at him. What was so horrible that he had to cry. Sydney became angry. Her anger was building up slowly. The monster within her was about to escape.
“Tell me who it is on the machine and what he is doing!” Sydney screamed.
He once again looked at her. Sydney had tears of anger and frustration streaming down her face. “Tell me,” she whispered.
“I can’t,” was all he said.
“Why is that?”
“Because if I do then I will surely be killed.”
“Your in CIA custody right now. Nobody can touch and if you cooperate we will put you witness protection. Where nobody will be able to find you.
Sydney could tell that he was beginning to reconsider. She prayed he would tell her. She knew if he didn’t tell her then she could always go back to Russia and get the machine that had his voice on it. It could be sent to an analyst and confirmed as his voice but she would rather have him tell her. She could get more information this way.
“Gared Aggerich,” he said, so quietly Sydney could barely hear him.
“What does he look like?” Sydney asked.
He looked up at her, confusion written all over his face but he proceeded.
“He’s fairly tall and has blondish hair,” he paused, reminiscing, “and green eyes.”
Sydney backed up against the wall. Her breathing coming in as small gasps. She began to feel dizzy and her hands began to shake. “He’s alive,” she whispered and then fainted.
A/N The part about Sydney walking into the rising gates is something I always think about, lmao. Can't u just imagine it?
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~Andrea