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Cadet
A/N This one has been bothering me for a while so I had to write it lol
Enjoy
Part One: Six Months
It had been six months since her betrayal.
Six months since Jack Bristow had put misplaced trust in Irina Derevko.
Six months since Irina had deceived the CIA and allianced herself with Arvin Sloane.
Six months since she’d betrayed her daughter and husband, again.
Six months since Jack had resigned to find her, even if it was the last thing he did.
And four months since She’d disappeared off the face of the earth and hours later their daughter died in a fiery inferno.
He didn’t feel rage or anger. He felt only determination. He would bring down Derevko even if it were the last thing he did. If she was still alive, but he had no proof for either. She consumed his thoughts. Mentally analyzing and reanalyzing every moment of the mission. It had been her endgame. When she turned herself into the CIA, she’d known without hesitation that she would evidently betray her daughter and the man who had once been her husband. He knew she had a plan. She was a strategist but foolishly he’d begun to doubt his suspicions.
He hadn’t trusted Irina and he’d done everything to keep her from manipulating their daughter. He’d risked Sydney’s life in order to implicate Irina in a betrayal she hadn’t committed. He’d almost killed Irina. She’d been sentenced to death and her reprieve had been close. His admittance of guilt was what saved her.
In Hong Kong, he’d realized that they had reached an understanding she had proven herself time and time again and so in Panama prior to her meeting with Sloane he’d removed the tracker the CIA had implanted into her shoulder. He’d replaced it with a passive tracker of his own-he still couldn’t fully trust her; not completely. It was in Panama that he realized the brunt of her betrayal; but by then it was far too late.
The last four months had been spent in an endless search for her and for some sign that Sydney was alive. He found none. Neither his daughter, nor his ex-wife was anywhere to be found. Until three weeks ago.
Three weeks ago he’d received a phone call. When he’d answered no one was there and he’d almost hung up dismissing it as a crank call. It was her words that kept him on the line, long after she’d hung up.
I miss her Jack.
He believed her, but she had to be taken down. Tracing the call hadn’t been easy. She’d used a cell phone and re-routed it through several false numbers and satellites bouncing the feed across the world, finally landing in Greece. Pinpointing the town had been easy. Finding her would prove to be more difficult. Irina wasn’t in the habit of jumping out and saying, “here I am.” She confused him, intrigued him. Why had she suddenly disappeared and could she have had something to do with their daughter’s death. Why was she hidden away in Greece?
Finding Irina did not necessarily mean finding answers.
He’d wanted to fly to Greece as soon as he’d found her location but it was impossible. His obligations kept him in LA. There were two tasks he’d had to finish before leaving for Greece. The first had been to establish Will Tippin in the Witness Protection Program. The second had been to notify Ben Devlin of Michael Vaughn’s self-destructive behavior. Following Sydney’s death he’d refused to believe it and now he was drinking himself into a stupor every night. Jack had brought him home drunk from the bars on more than one occasion or called Eric Weiss to keep an eye on him. Devlin had assured him that Vaughn would take a vacation and begin mandatory counseling.
The trace on his phone had revealed the town she was in but her exact location was still a mystery. The town was small, but large enough to be conspicuous, still he wondered why she would leave herself open to such a risk. It wouldn’t be easy to blend in with the locals given her security detail or at least if she had a security detail.
Currently he sat crouched in the underbrush surveying a cliff side home. A contact of his had done the necessary groundwork and found that the home had been purchased two months prior by a woman who had never been seen in town. There had been very little activity outside the house with the exception of a groundsman tending the rose gardens. He hadn’t been able to get a clear view of anyone through the window using a telephoto lens either. He was sure Irina was in there but there was so little security and confirmation was needed.
The late summer air was warm as it came in from the see and he welcomed the gentle disruption. The sun was dipping low over the horizon blending pinks and purples into the sea. Jack was about surveillance equipment when he received notification of an outgoing phone call. Finally, this could be it; and it was. Jack knew it was her the second he heard her voice.
It had all come down to this. Finally he had her and he had the element of surprise on his hands. She wouldn’t know what hit her.
He waited until it dark; the night would be a good cover. It was after twelve by the time every light had been turned off. He loaded his gun and then advanced towards the house. Getting past the security system was easy. She certainly didn’t appear to be concerned with break-ins.
He hid a smile at the décor of the house. It was very Irina. Laura had been quite conservative, yet she did have a wild streak. It was nice to know that some things didn’t change. He made his way up the stairs pausing to check if there was any movement. There wasn’t and he continued.
Jack found her bedroom immediately. He entered sliding along the wall. It smelled like fresh cut roses. He had no doubt there would be at least two vases of yellow roses in the room. Laura had loved yellow roses. She’d always kept two small vases with one rose in each in their bedroom.
His hand flexed and gripped the gun several times as he neared the bed. She was asleep on her back with the covers pulled up around her. She didn’t even flinch as he neared the bed, gun drawn he placed it at her temple. Her eyes opened immediately.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your head off,” he said calmly pressing the gun against her skin.
“You found me.”
“It wasn’t difficult.”
“It was three weeks.”
“I had other matters to attend to. Now back to the situation at hand. One good reason, what do you know about Sydney’s death?”
“Look under the blanket,” she said curtly her accent shining through.
“I don’t have time for your games.”
“Just look under the blanket!”
Jack cocked the gun.
“Look under it you stupid idiot!”
Deciding to see what her game was he drew back the cover in one swift motion.
“What the hell?”
Enjoy
Part One: Six Months
It had been six months since her betrayal.
Six months since Jack Bristow had put misplaced trust in Irina Derevko.
Six months since Irina had deceived the CIA and allianced herself with Arvin Sloane.
Six months since she’d betrayed her daughter and husband, again.
Six months since Jack had resigned to find her, even if it was the last thing he did.
And four months since She’d disappeared off the face of the earth and hours later their daughter died in a fiery inferno.
He didn’t feel rage or anger. He felt only determination. He would bring down Derevko even if it were the last thing he did. If she was still alive, but he had no proof for either. She consumed his thoughts. Mentally analyzing and reanalyzing every moment of the mission. It had been her endgame. When she turned herself into the CIA, she’d known without hesitation that she would evidently betray her daughter and the man who had once been her husband. He knew she had a plan. She was a strategist but foolishly he’d begun to doubt his suspicions.
He hadn’t trusted Irina and he’d done everything to keep her from manipulating their daughter. He’d risked Sydney’s life in order to implicate Irina in a betrayal she hadn’t committed. He’d almost killed Irina. She’d been sentenced to death and her reprieve had been close. His admittance of guilt was what saved her.
In Hong Kong, he’d realized that they had reached an understanding she had proven herself time and time again and so in Panama prior to her meeting with Sloane he’d removed the tracker the CIA had implanted into her shoulder. He’d replaced it with a passive tracker of his own-he still couldn’t fully trust her; not completely. It was in Panama that he realized the brunt of her betrayal; but by then it was far too late.
The last four months had been spent in an endless search for her and for some sign that Sydney was alive. He found none. Neither his daughter, nor his ex-wife was anywhere to be found. Until three weeks ago.
Three weeks ago he’d received a phone call. When he’d answered no one was there and he’d almost hung up dismissing it as a crank call. It was her words that kept him on the line, long after she’d hung up.
I miss her Jack.
He believed her, but she had to be taken down. Tracing the call hadn’t been easy. She’d used a cell phone and re-routed it through several false numbers and satellites bouncing the feed across the world, finally landing in Greece. Pinpointing the town had been easy. Finding her would prove to be more difficult. Irina wasn’t in the habit of jumping out and saying, “here I am.” She confused him, intrigued him. Why had she suddenly disappeared and could she have had something to do with their daughter’s death. Why was she hidden away in Greece?
Finding Irina did not necessarily mean finding answers.
He’d wanted to fly to Greece as soon as he’d found her location but it was impossible. His obligations kept him in LA. There were two tasks he’d had to finish before leaving for Greece. The first had been to establish Will Tippin in the Witness Protection Program. The second had been to notify Ben Devlin of Michael Vaughn’s self-destructive behavior. Following Sydney’s death he’d refused to believe it and now he was drinking himself into a stupor every night. Jack had brought him home drunk from the bars on more than one occasion or called Eric Weiss to keep an eye on him. Devlin had assured him that Vaughn would take a vacation and begin mandatory counseling.
The trace on his phone had revealed the town she was in but her exact location was still a mystery. The town was small, but large enough to be conspicuous, still he wondered why she would leave herself open to such a risk. It wouldn’t be easy to blend in with the locals given her security detail or at least if she had a security detail.
Currently he sat crouched in the underbrush surveying a cliff side home. A contact of his had done the necessary groundwork and found that the home had been purchased two months prior by a woman who had never been seen in town. There had been very little activity outside the house with the exception of a groundsman tending the rose gardens. He hadn’t been able to get a clear view of anyone through the window using a telephoto lens either. He was sure Irina was in there but there was so little security and confirmation was needed.
The late summer air was warm as it came in from the see and he welcomed the gentle disruption. The sun was dipping low over the horizon blending pinks and purples into the sea. Jack was about surveillance equipment when he received notification of an outgoing phone call. Finally, this could be it; and it was. Jack knew it was her the second he heard her voice.
It had all come down to this. Finally he had her and he had the element of surprise on his hands. She wouldn’t know what hit her.
He waited until it dark; the night would be a good cover. It was after twelve by the time every light had been turned off. He loaded his gun and then advanced towards the house. Getting past the security system was easy. She certainly didn’t appear to be concerned with break-ins.
He hid a smile at the décor of the house. It was very Irina. Laura had been quite conservative, yet she did have a wild streak. It was nice to know that some things didn’t change. He made his way up the stairs pausing to check if there was any movement. There wasn’t and he continued.
Jack found her bedroom immediately. He entered sliding along the wall. It smelled like fresh cut roses. He had no doubt there would be at least two vases of yellow roses in the room. Laura had loved yellow roses. She’d always kept two small vases with one rose in each in their bedroom.
His hand flexed and gripped the gun several times as he neared the bed. She was asleep on her back with the covers pulled up around her. She didn’t even flinch as he neared the bed, gun drawn he placed it at her temple. Her eyes opened immediately.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your head off,” he said calmly pressing the gun against her skin.
“You found me.”
“It wasn’t difficult.”
“It was three weeks.”
“I had other matters to attend to. Now back to the situation at hand. One good reason, what do you know about Sydney’s death?”
“Look under the blanket,” she said curtly her accent shining through.
“I don’t have time for your games.”
“Just look under the blanket!”
Jack cocked the gun.
“Look under it you stupid idiot!”
Deciding to see what her game was he drew back the cover in one swift motion.
“What the hell?”
