Hey Everyone...this is my first attempt at any sort of fanfiction, so I would really appreciate some feedback. Hope you all like it!
Sydney Bristow walked through the pristine white offices of APO, thinking to herself that for the first time in way too long her life was somewhat normal. Well, as normal as life could be for a woman who worked in a secret division of the CIA that just so happened to be headed by the person that she hated most in the world. She had a boyfriend, the sister that she had always wanted, an actual life outside her job, and a relationship with her father that, while it was progressing slowly, was progressing nonetheless.
As she sat down at her desk, a hand gently touched her shoulder. “Hey” she said softly, looking up.
“Hey yourself.” Vaughn said as he leaned down for a quick kiss. “Did you just get in?”
“Yeah, I went for a run this morning and got a little wrapped up in it, so I was a little late. I have to say…waking up this morning wasn’t the easiest thing.”
“Oh? And why was that?” Vaughn asked, a smile on his face, as he could anticipate her answer.
“Hmmm…maybe because I didn’t have my unbelievably gorgeous boyfriend to wake up to.”
“Oh come on! Are you still going to give me the guilt trip? I thought you were through with it after last night. I sleep one night at my own house…”
“No, no I guess I’m done with it. I just missed you.” Sydney said, smiling up at him.
“Yeah. I missed you too. Are we still on for dinner tonight?”
“Of course! And listen, I was thinking, why don’t we have dinner in? We’ve been going out so much and Nadia and Weiss are going to be over at his place tonight, so we would have my house all to ourselves.”
“That sounds great. I’ll be looking forward to some Bristow cooking.” Vaughn said as he walked to his own desk.
The day passed rather uneventfully until late in the afternoon when Sydney received a message on her computer telling her that she had a meeting in the conference room in fifteen minutes. “Oh no.” She thought to herself. “I hope we’re not getting sent on another mission. I just want to have some down time for once!”
Fifteen minutes later Sydney walked into the conference room. The meeting hadn’t started yet, but most of the people called to it were there already. She smiled at the sight of Weiss trying to tickle Nadia, and smiled even more when she caught sight of her father staring at the pair, a definite look of disapproval on his face. Marshall, Dixon, and Vaughn were there as well, which meant that they were waiting only on Sloane. She walked around the conference table, nodding to her father in greeting, and took a seat next to Vaughn. Moments later, Sloane entered the room.
“Good afternoon everyone. We have a bit of a situation that needs to be acted upon immediately.” He nodded to the screen at the end of the room that had a picture of a young woman, close to Sydney’s age, on it. “Ashleigh Montgomery.” Another picture appeared this one of a man who appeared to be in his early thirties. “Chris Montgomery.” Pictures continued to come up on the screen. “Reid Rhalves.” “Bradley Rhalves.” “Charlotte Crown.” “And Kyle Crown.”
Upon hearing the last name, Jack Bristow drew a sharp breath. “Arvin, that’s not…”
“Yes it is Jack.” Sloane said, a faint smile on his face. He turned to address the whole group. “Kyle Crown is an old acquaintance of both mine and Jack’s from the days of SD-6.”
“Oh this is just wonderful.” Sydney muttered under her breath, slumping slightly in her chair.
Sloane continued as if he had not heard Sydney’s comment. “Kyle was never involved directly with SD-6 but we consulted with him on occasion, as he is an expert in all things Rambaldi.” Upon uttering that name, which had not been heard in quite some time, every single person in the room sat up a little straighter and looked around. Marshall, shuddering, had the most visible reaction. Sloane continued, “Seeing as though I have not heard from him in quite some time, it was a bit of a surprise to me when I received a phone call from him two hours ago. Someone attempted to kidnap him last night. He believes, and I concur with him, that the attempt was made because of something he has recently discovered about Rambaldi’s endgame. I also agree with his assumption that the Covenant is behind the attempt.”
“What?!” Vaughn said sharply. “The Covenant? I though that with Lauren dead and Sark in custody, we didn’t have to worry about the Covenant anymore.”
“Well you thought wrong Mr. Vaughn. First of all, though Ms. Reed and Mr. Sark were quite high up in Covenant leadership, they did not control the organization. Secondly, though Ms. Reed is indeed dead…Mr. Sark is no longer in United States custody. And hasn’t been for three months”
Sydney Bristow walked through the pristine white offices of APO, thinking to herself that for the first time in way too long her life was somewhat normal. Well, as normal as life could be for a woman who worked in a secret division of the CIA that just so happened to be headed by the person that she hated most in the world. She had a boyfriend, the sister that she had always wanted, an actual life outside her job, and a relationship with her father that, while it was progressing slowly, was progressing nonetheless.
As she sat down at her desk, a hand gently touched her shoulder. “Hey” she said softly, looking up.
“Hey yourself.” Vaughn said as he leaned down for a quick kiss. “Did you just get in?”
“Yeah, I went for a run this morning and got a little wrapped up in it, so I was a little late. I have to say…waking up this morning wasn’t the easiest thing.”
“Oh? And why was that?” Vaughn asked, a smile on his face, as he could anticipate her answer.
“Hmmm…maybe because I didn’t have my unbelievably gorgeous boyfriend to wake up to.”
“Oh come on! Are you still going to give me the guilt trip? I thought you were through with it after last night. I sleep one night at my own house…”
“No, no I guess I’m done with it. I just missed you.” Sydney said, smiling up at him.
“Yeah. I missed you too. Are we still on for dinner tonight?”
“Of course! And listen, I was thinking, why don’t we have dinner in? We’ve been going out so much and Nadia and Weiss are going to be over at his place tonight, so we would have my house all to ourselves.”
“That sounds great. I’ll be looking forward to some Bristow cooking.” Vaughn said as he walked to his own desk.
The day passed rather uneventfully until late in the afternoon when Sydney received a message on her computer telling her that she had a meeting in the conference room in fifteen minutes. “Oh no.” She thought to herself. “I hope we’re not getting sent on another mission. I just want to have some down time for once!”
Fifteen minutes later Sydney walked into the conference room. The meeting hadn’t started yet, but most of the people called to it were there already. She smiled at the sight of Weiss trying to tickle Nadia, and smiled even more when she caught sight of her father staring at the pair, a definite look of disapproval on his face. Marshall, Dixon, and Vaughn were there as well, which meant that they were waiting only on Sloane. She walked around the conference table, nodding to her father in greeting, and took a seat next to Vaughn. Moments later, Sloane entered the room.
“Good afternoon everyone. We have a bit of a situation that needs to be acted upon immediately.” He nodded to the screen at the end of the room that had a picture of a young woman, close to Sydney’s age, on it. “Ashleigh Montgomery.” Another picture appeared this one of a man who appeared to be in his early thirties. “Chris Montgomery.” Pictures continued to come up on the screen. “Reid Rhalves.” “Bradley Rhalves.” “Charlotte Crown.” “And Kyle Crown.”
Upon hearing the last name, Jack Bristow drew a sharp breath. “Arvin, that’s not…”
“Yes it is Jack.” Sloane said, a faint smile on his face. He turned to address the whole group. “Kyle Crown is an old acquaintance of both mine and Jack’s from the days of SD-6.”
“Oh this is just wonderful.” Sydney muttered under her breath, slumping slightly in her chair.
Sloane continued as if he had not heard Sydney’s comment. “Kyle was never involved directly with SD-6 but we consulted with him on occasion, as he is an expert in all things Rambaldi.” Upon uttering that name, which had not been heard in quite some time, every single person in the room sat up a little straighter and looked around. Marshall, shuddering, had the most visible reaction. Sloane continued, “Seeing as though I have not heard from him in quite some time, it was a bit of a surprise to me when I received a phone call from him two hours ago. Someone attempted to kidnap him last night. He believes, and I concur with him, that the attempt was made because of something he has recently discovered about Rambaldi’s endgame. I also agree with his assumption that the Covenant is behind the attempt.”
“What?!” Vaughn said sharply. “The Covenant? I though that with Lauren dead and Sark in custody, we didn’t have to worry about the Covenant anymore.”
“Well you thought wrong Mr. Vaughn. First of all, though Ms. Reed and Mr. Sark were quite high up in Covenant leadership, they did not control the organization. Secondly, though Ms. Reed is indeed dead…Mr. Sark is no longer in United States custody. And hasn’t been for three months”
