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  1. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky

    Since the boards are different, I'm gonna post this again. This is a story my sister, Kristin, (Marshalls_Tech_Emporium) has written, but I am posting it for her at the moment. She has written more since the boards crashed, so I'll try to get all the chapters up soon. She has 10 written and from what I've seen of chapter 11, it's gonna be good. :)

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~Chapter One~</span>

    He couldn’t even look up. This puppy was the best thing he’d ever made. He couldn’t wait for the op-tech report, but then again, he’d have to give it up.Maybe I could stash it....

    But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Sloane walked by. “Marshall, briefing in 5 minutes, and don’t even think about hiding your new wire tapping design.”

    With the eyes of the monster gazing at him, he replied, “Thank you, Mr. Sloane. I’ll be there soon, sir.”

    Marshall continued staring at his new tech toy.

    Marshall, step away from the wire. I know! Blow up your inflatable couch!

    So he decided to do that. He got it about half way, then passes out.


    “Marshall? Marshall? Marshall! Dad, I don’t think he’s sleeping,” Sydney told Jack.

    “He probably just passed out. It really wouldn’t surprise me,” Jack replied.

    Dixon was just one of the many people circled around their favorite tech guy, whose once half inflated couch was now deflated. In fact, everyone was there except for Sloane.

    “Jack, let’s go ask Sloane to push back the debrief to give Marshall a chance to come back. Syd, you stay in here in case he wakes up. Everyone else, back to work,” Dixon said as he headed for the door.

    “Okay,” Syd replied.

    So everyone left but Sydney. After a few minutes of silence, Marshall started talking. “NO! Not the cheeks, Aunt Ruthie! Not the cheeks!” Then he sat up with a start.

    “Oh, hey, Miss Bristow. I must have um... you know... um fallen asleep or something.”

    “Marshall, you passed out.”

    “Oh, well, I can...tell. Um... did I happen to miss the debriefing?”

    “Only by 15 minutes,” Sydney replied with a smile.

    Oh, no! Not the smile that melts my marshmallow. Oh, but how I love that smile! If only my competition were smaller, much smaller. I bet every guy in the office loves her, even Mr. Sloane... Mr. Sloane and Sydney?!?!?! That’ll never happen! Maybe my chance is better then I thought...

    “Marshall? Marshall, are you okay?” Sydney asked, her face now full of concern.

    “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Um... thanks for asking Miss Bristow.”

    “Okay. My dad rescheduled the debriefing to be in 15 minutes.”

    “Okay. I’ll go now so that I’ll really be there this time,” Marshall told her as he held the door open.

    She gave him an amused smile and walked out of his office.

    Marshall sighed. Once again, his chance for Sydney was once again over, and his plans for the weekend (that he’d been planning for, well years now) vanished, as his precious wire would in the moments to come.

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Chapter 2</span>

    "I'm glad you could make it, Marshall," Sloane said.

    "Thank you, Mr. Sloane. I was blowing up my inflatable chair, and I...um...passed out. But it was all in favor of this agency, and for the US government, and um... for the-" Marshall looked over to Sloane, saw the soul shattering glare and decided that he was finished and sat down.

    "Now," Sloane started, "We have reference to something Mr.Sark calls "the bible". We know that it's located in Cairo, Egypt. That's where you're going. Your objective is to tap the phone, grab the bible and plant listening devices in every hallway in the building." Sloane pulled up the 5 story building on the screen. Then he showed the separate hallways, all 55 of them. "You'll have a support team in to help you. And a special agent."

    Sydney, Jack, Dixon, and Marshall all looked at each other.

    A special agent? Who could it be? Marshall thought.

    "Marshall," Sloane said as he sat down.

    "Uh, Mr. Sloane, aren't you...um, going to say the um, agent's name?" Marshall asked, his curiosity was killing him.

    "I have, Marshall. It's you."

    Every one's mouth's opened so big they could hold an ocean, and Marshall's eyes grew big and wide.

    "Really?" He squealed. "Marshall Flinkman, secret agent. No! Marshall Flinkman, special agent. Yeah, I like that!" Marshall looked around him. Everyone, including Sloane was smiling. Their congratulating smiles warmed his heart.

    Wait a minute...he thought Sloane never looks at me and smiles. He only glares. Am I dreaming?

    He pinched his cheek.

    Back to reality, he lifted his head. Sloane was looking at him like his was going to kill him (he got that often from Sloane... he always thought his jokes were pretty funny though) which, (Although he didn't know)Sloane could and would except for the fact that Marshall was the best tech guy in the world... literally. Sloane had checked several times for a better one, but to no avail.

    "Marshall, are you ready to start now?" He was asked with that glare (again!).

    "Yes, Mr. Sloane. Completely ready. Totally ready. In Fact, I'm really, really, really ready. I'm so ready that I could-"

    That stupid glare again... one of the only things that scared him... besides Aunt Ruthie. So, he stopped talking.

    Sloane went through the debrief. To Marshall's surprise, he was right. The mission was wire tapping, listening devices, and grabbing the bible.

    Oh yeah! I remember now! He had to tell me that to make the tech. I already knew that before the dream! Stupid, me! I guess I'm not a prophetic genius... oh well!

    "You will have a support team accompanying you. They will help you plant the listening devices in the 17 hallways. You also have a special agent going with you." Sloane explained. "Sydney, Dixon, and Marshall, you leave in an hour."

    "Marshall?" They all (himself included) exclaimed.

    "Yes," Sloane replied. "You need his knowledge to set up the tech and make sure he can get feed from all seventeen hallways and the wire tapping. Marshall..." and Sloane sat down.

    "Well, first of all, I'd uh like to thank my family, for bring me up to this point. Um... except for my Aunt Ruthie. All she ever did was just pinch my cheeks, I was, well, depressed..." Marshall said then looked (once again) in to a glare, yet another 'glare of Sloane'. "Right. Well, the wire tapping is the same as the uh, Caperfrat mission. The bug's in the wire the listening devices are pretty simple. I've been looking over the pictures, uh this past week and I found that all levels of this place are different colored and have special walls meaning that there are secret passage ways, making the hallway bugs actually 47. Which I think, uh, means that there's something Rambaldi in there. So we should try to find it, which means there may be other agencies there with us, so, um... we gotta be uh, careful. Oh! And you, Miss Bristow, should wear these." Marshall said as he pulled out a pair of red sunglasses.

    "Why?" Sydney asked.

    "Well, you see, when you put them on, they can... see through certain types of walls, in this case... steel. And they are super swank. As are all my tech toys. Mr. Dixon, you and the rest of the support team get a pair. And I'll make myself a pair too. Like one big happy family. Speaking of family, did anyone happen to catch the uh... Brady Bunch marathon last night? Well, it was great one. Did... anyone see it? Any...one?"

    "Marshall," was all he got (besides a glare).

    His glare isn't half as bad this time. I wonder if I'm becoming immune...

    "Oh, right. I'm done." Marshall said as he had a seat.

    "Remember, you're leaving in an hour, Marshall," Sloane said. "Don't be late"

    Marshall walked back to his office and pulled out his orange box. He took out a picture, already wrinkled, folded it in half and put it in his pocket. Then he packed up his tech toys, and went home to pack for the trip.

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~~~Chapter 3~~~</span>

    Marshall sat on the rather comfy seat, breathing oddly. To his right, the first class aisle, to his left- Sydney. Dixon decided to let Marshall sit next to her. He assumed position behind them, next to an older Russian lady who was eyeing Marshall with lots of interest. Marshall however was just trying not to puke.

    "Uh, Miss Bristow," Marshall said, while trying to sound okay.

    Sydney turned and looked at him. "Marshall, are you okay? You don't look so good."

    "I think I'll be okay, but, well, I uh think I'm..." As he spoke, the room started getting blurry. Sydney was turning into a blur.

    "You're what Marshall?"

    "I think I'm.... I'm... gonna be..."

    He didn't have to say another word.

    "Dixon," Syd whispered behind her.

    "Everything okay, Syd?" He whispered back.

    "I think Marshall's going to be sick, " She replied.

    "Say no more, Syd. I'll take care of him," Dixon said as he stood and lead Marshall to the bathroom. Marshall only hit two walls, one door, and three flight attendants along the way.


    Half an hour later, Marshall came out of the bathroom. Dixon was positioned outside the door, being told by a flight attendant to go back to his seat. Marshall, seeing clearly now saw 15 people's glares.

    At least it's not Sloane glaring at me this time. I can handle this.

    As he and Dixon headed back to their seats an old Italian woman smacked Marshall with her purse.


    Dixon was about to say something, but was beaten to it.

    The old Russian lady smacked the lady back. "You pick on someone your own age. Wait! No one on this plane is as old as you."

    "Is your whole family this ugly or is it just you?" the Italian woman shouted back.

    So the two kept the insults coming.

    "Uh, Mr. Dixon, I think we better, um... go back now." Marshall said with his gaze fixed on the two women.

    "Yeah, you are right, This might get dangerous," was the reply as they headed back to their seats.

    Dixon told Sydney everything that happened, while Marshall slept. He looked so peaceful on the outside, but inwardly, few people would believe how much pain he was feeling.

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~ * ~ Chapter 4 ~ * ~</span>

    “Marshall, I’ll be back in a few days,” a woman said.

    “I know, Suzie. Where are you going again?” Marshall asked.

    “I’m going to Egypt. My company is hosting the tenth annual “Desert Days Festival” in Cairo. I have to go. I have no choice,” Suzie replied.

    “And I can’t go with you because?” Marshall asked.

    “Only employees are allowed to go,” she replied. “I’d take you if I could.”

    “I know. You’ll call me right?”

    “Yes, I’ll call you when I’m above the ocean,” she said.


    “Love ya, Marshall,” she said as she kissed him.

    “Love you, too,” he replied.

    “I really gotta go now,” Suzie said. “But I left you a present on the couch. See ya later.”

    And she blew him a kiss, and walked out the door.

    As soon as she left, Marshall ran to the couch. He picked up the package and ripped off the paper.

    Reaching his hand inside, he pulled out a book, and a card. As he looked inside the card, a picture fell out. Marshall picked it up. It was of him and Suzie on their first date. He flipped it to the back. It said:

    Even on our first date, I knew I loved you, and I always will.
    Suzanna Marie Rodriguez
    Marshall Edward Flinkman
    Love You,

    He started reading the book; quickly realizing it was a collection of their memories. Pictures, tickets stubs, love notes, cards, pressed flowers, and their favorite memorizes all put together in this book. As he read he fell asleep.

    Two hours later, he woke up. He walked into his kitchen, and realized he had missed two calls.

    The first one was from Suzie. He heard her say:

    “Hi, Marshall, this is Suzie. I’m over the ocean. It’s so beautiful! I miss you so much and I’ve only been gone two hours. Did you open your present yet? Do you like it? Well, call me back. You’ve got my number. Love you and I’ll –“

    Then all he heard was screams, and then a big splash. Then the phone died.

    He was so shocked and confused as to what had happened, so he listened to the next message, hoping, praying it was her. It wasn’t.

    “Mr. Flinkman, this is the I.R.T., or the International Rescue Team. We’re very sorry to say this, but an airplane just crashed on the way to Egypt. We haven’t found any bodies, but we don’t see how anyone could survive that crash. We found a cell phone and a baggage case with the name Flinkman, and this phone number on it. We could tell that this belonged to a woman, we’re supposing this was your wife, and we thought you should know. Again, we’re very sorry, and are grieving with you. If we find any bodies, we’ll call again.”

    BEEP! And the machine went off. Marshall overwhelmed with everything. He just broke down and cried.

    ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~

    Marshall woke up with a start. Everyone else on the plane appeared to be asleep. This horrible memory kept coming back as a nightly dream. No, not a dream, this was a nightmare. One of the worst imaginable, or not imaginable. He would never imagine it.

    He took out the picture of him and Suzie from his pocket, and quietly began to cry. He missed the black haired angel’s aqua eyes. He missed her loving smile. He missed everything about her, including her love.

    The only thing he didn’t know was the person behind him was suffering the same way. She too was quietly crying. Also missing her true love.
  2. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky
    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~ 0 ~ 0 ~ Chapter 5 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~</span>

    The airplane had just landed, and Marshall, Sydney, and Dixon all went into the terminal. Nobody questioned any of them. No one noticed their guns.
    Marshall was very surprised, but pretended otherwise.

    They all went to change into their mission ensemble. Marshall walked out of the bathroom in a nice suit, his super swank glasses, and his invisible earpiece to communicate with all of the team.

    “Okay,” Marshall said as he walked out. “Where is everyone?”

    “Well,” Sydney said. “ Dixon and I are right behind you, and the support team is out getting us cars.”

    Marshall turned around. “Oh, I see you now. No….worries….yet.”

    They met up with the support team and got in separate cars. Marshall came up with the idea that they should go representing different companies.

    :: :: FLASHBACK :: ::

    “Now, Miss Bristow, you’ll represent…an agency, called Bascheorsian Incorporated. Now, they’re a Russian agency…they, well…I’m not sure what they do…but I do know they are very powerful, and you’ll get in automatically…once you show them, this,” Marshall explained to Sydney and Dixon at the debriefing. He pulled out an I.D. card. “This I.D. is, of course….100% fake. It’s like when I was younger… I was a party guy, in college… and wanted to go…into a club. Being the genius I am, I made a fake, I.D. and BOOM, I was in.”

    “Great,” Sydney said. “Now what about Dixon?”

    “Well, Mr. Dixon, you get to… “work” for an insurance agency. Now, the name is sort of weird, but it’s kinda cool once you…ya know…think about it. The name is, um… Shiny Moon. Oh, and you…you get an I.D. too.”

    “Just what I’ve always wanted,” Dixon joked as he and Sydney took their IDs from Marshall. “ Who are you working for?”

    “Well, that’s the beauty of all this. The owner, Castrelob, has a mysterious son. No one has ever seen the guy, totally anonymous. He looks kinda…like me, only his name is, Marvin. It’s kinda…scary...Mr. Sloane’s first name, with an M on the front. But, Mr. Sloane doesn’t need to….hear about this…I like my job. Well, anyway, I get to be Marvin.”

    :: :: :: FLASHBACK END :: :: ::

    They were all at the building within ten minutes. Sydney went in first. As Marshall predicted, her ID immediately let her in.

    “Syd, you’ve got the spray from Marshall, right?”

    “Yeah, Dixon. I just sprayed the secretary with it. Well, one of them. Dixon, you can come in now, Marshall, stand by,” Sydney said.

    “Copy that, Miss Bristow,” Marshall said.

    Marshall saw Dixon walk in, and then he disappeared.

    “Marshall, are you ready?” Dixon asked.

    “Yes, I think….” He replied.

    “Go for it,” Dixon said.

    So he did. He stormed into the building. Then he walked to the secretary.

    This is it, He thought.

    “I need to see my father now!” he said in his thickest Arabic accent.

    “And you are?” the secretary asked.

    “Marvin. Marvin Castrelob.”

    The secretary looked shocked. “Oh, I’m sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Can I please see some sort of identification?”

    Marshall tried his best to look bored as he pulled out his fake ID.

    “Right this way, Mr. Castrelob.”

    As she led Marshall to Castrelob’s office, Marshall heard from Dixon.

    “Turning off security cameras in 3….2….1…off. Support team, move in. Syd, Marshall, do your thing."

    Immediately Marshall sprayed the woman. Then took her keys. He raced down the hallway, unlocked Castrelob’s door, and ran inside. He locked the door, and began to set up.

    “Bluebird, what’s your status?” Marshall asked.

    “Sixteen out of twenty placed. Do you have all the feeds?” Sydney asked.

    “Affirmative,” Marshall replied. “Dobson flies, what’s your status?”

    “Dob One here. Five out of five placed,” said Dobsonfly One.

    “Dob Two here. Five out of five placed,” said Dobsonfly Two.

    “Dob Three here. Five out of five placed here too,” said Dobsonfly Three.

    “Affirmative, Dobs. I have all feeds. Get out of there.”

    “Robin, what’s your status?” Marshall said.

    “Robin here. I have all the monitors in place,” Dixion said.

    “I’ve got all your feeds too, Robin,” Marshall said. “Get out of there, too.”

    “I found it. I found the Rambaldi passageways, and I found something. I’m
    not sure what, but it’s Rambaldi. All twenty halls have been monitored. Do you have all the feeds?”

    “Affirmative, Bluebird. You can get out, too.”

    “Okay, don’t forget to grab the bible, and tap the phone line,” Sydney reminded him.

    “Thanks for the reminder, Bluebird. Now, get out,” Marshall said.

    Marshall quickly switched the original wire to the tapped one. Then, after ten minutes of searching, he found the bible.

    “I’ve got the bible, guys. I’m coming out,” Marshall told the support team, Sydney, and Dixion.

    “Copy that, Marshall. Now come outside,” Dixion replied.

    “I’m coming, Robin. Going radio silent.”

    “Affirmative. Hurry out.”

    So Marshall went out into the hallway. He saw a beautiful black haired girl running toward him. She reminded him of someone he used to know and love.

    Suzie…he thought. No, it couldn’t be her.

    Then he saw three big men chasing after her. They all had guns. One raised his gun and began to shoot. Marshall’s world began to slow. His eye followed the bullet. It would go straight into her heart. Then she turned her head around and looked at him. She smiled, and he knew. It was her.
    He was positive it was her. Without thinking about it moment longer, he jumped in front of the bullet. It went searing through his chest. He hit the floor, and then everything went black.

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~~~~ Chapter 6 ~~~~~</span>

    His inability to see made it difficult to get up. He felt someone pressing against his wound. Then he felt something smooth being slipped into his pocket. He was cold, then hot, then cold again. He tried to get up, but he couldn’t. So, he sat, now alone.

    Moments later, he heard footsteps, then voices. Then punching, kicking, and yells. The he heard Sydney.

    “Dixon, I found him. He’s been shot in the chest.”

    “Do you need me to come in?”

    “Yes. He’s still alive, but he’s unconscious, she replied through the
    earpiece that Marshall had made only the day before. Marshall groaned, his
    lips and teeth chattering.

    “We’ll need an extraction team, he’s in shock,” Sydney said, as she put pressure on the wound.

    Three minutes later, Dixon came running down hallway. “Sydney! Sark is here! We have to get Marshall and get out, now.”

    “Okay, should we see if he can walk?” Sydney asked.

    Marshall heard this and tried to speak. “I.... I’ll try... t-to,” he said. “H-help... m-m-me... up.”

    So they helped him up, and walked with him, then suddenly stopped. Marshall, sensing danger, shut his eyes and went limp. He hoped pretending he was dead would help. Then he heard Sark speak in a voice that made him sick.

    “Once again, we meet,” Sark said to Sydney.

    Marshall held his breath. The pain in his chest was almost too much to bear. The worst pain before this was the occasional flu shot, paper cut, and of course hives. This topped them all. Despite the pain, he knew he couldn’t breathe.

    “I’m surprised it took you so long to get here,” Sydney said.

    “Yes, well we ran into a little problem. A woman. In fact, your friend there took a bullet for her, and she got away. It’s a pity he’s dead.”

    When Marshall heard a few sobs from Sydney, he couldn’t help but wonder if he really looked dead. He figure if Sydney was crying, it must look very real and appear that he was dead.

    He didn’t hear anything else for a minute, but then he felt himself being pulled away from Dixon and Sydney. “Take them to the van. Leave the dead one,” Sark said. He heard them walking out, then he heard people storming in. He heard kicks, punches, and grunts and groans of pain. He could only guess what was happening. The support team had come in and Sydney was helping beat Sark and his minions.

    Then he heard a loud noise. An explosion type noise. Suddenly, he felt an urge to move. He gathered all his strength, ignored the pain, and moved a small bit. He felt something shoot past him. He had just escaped death again. Then he passed out.

    His sight began to come back. That was when he noticed his surroundings. He was in a hospital room. He sat straight up. “Where are you, Marshall?” he asked himself.

    A doctor came into the room.

    “I see you’re finally awake,” he said to Marshall.

    “Yes,” Marshall said. “I am. Awake and confused.”

    “I’ll go get Mr. Sloane. Then you have quite a few visitors wanting
    to see you.”

    So the doctor came out and in came Sloane.

    “Marshall, are you feeling any better?” Sloane asked.

    “Well, Mr. Sloane, sir, considering the....circumstances, I’d say I’m normal--confused and tired.”

    “How much do you remember?”

    “Um...not enough to tell a story.”

    “I’ll get Sydney to come in. Maybe she can help you remember.”

    Marshall nodded. So Sloane left, and Sydney came in.

    “Hey, Marshall. How are you feeling?” Sydney asked him.

    “I’ve been -- better,” Marshall replied.

    “Do you remember anything at all?”

    “Only a little...before and when I got shot. That’s it.”

    “Tell me what happened.”

    Marshall explained how he thought he saw Suzie, who Suzie was, how he jumped, how things went black, he told her, well, everything.

    “I understand completely,” Sydney told him looking upset and sad. “I’d do the same thing if I saw Danny again.”

    Marshall felt a sudden bond between the two of them. Both had fiancés that died before they could get married. Then he wanted to ask her something.

    “Ms. Bristow,” he asked smiling a tiny smile. “Would you, mind...if I called you Sydney? Just in when...we’re alone...not in front of Mr. Sloane, but just you and me and Dixion?”

    “Marshall, you can call me Sydney whenever you want.”

    She smiled sweetly for him. So, he smiled back.

    “Sydney,” Marshall said, it felt kind of weird, but good. “Tell me everything I missed with my little black out.”

    So she explained everything. It took her a few hours, explaining to Marshall everything she knew. And then he told her everything he knew as well. They talked about life, love, and friendship. Making theirs stronger.

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Chapter 7</span>

    Several people from work visited him, even Jack. His visit was short and to the point, but very nice. He asked Marshall when he wanted to go back to work, if he wanted to work in the hospital, and how he felt.

    Marshall decided he wanted to go home as soon as possible. He told Jack to ask Sloane to get him a visual phone, and he would hood it up and work as he recovered from home. Sloane okayed that. Marshall was checked by the doctor, and then was sent home. On the way, he saw a guy on the side of the road who looked like he needed help with his car. So Marshall pulled over to help.

    “Hey,” he said. “Do you need some help?”

    “Actually,” the guy replied. “I do.”

    “Well, maybe I can help. What’s the problem?"

    “I have no idea.”

    “Well, it looks like it’s the brakes.”

    “Oh. So I need to go to the shop or something, right?”

    “Yeah, unless you want to drive in a very dangerous car. I’ll give
    you a lift, and you can get the auto shop to pick up your car later.”

    “Sound’s great. Thanks.”

    So, they got into Marshall’s car and started to drive.

    “So,” Marshall said. “What’s your name? I’m Marshall.”

    “Will,” the guy replied. “Will Tippin.”

    “Really? You’re the reporter? I read your stuff all the time.”

    “Yeah, ‘Ex-reporter Tippin’. That’s me.”

    “Where do you work now?”

    “Um… I’m a human dishwasher at my friend’s restaurant for now. I’m staying with her, too. Just until I find a place that I can afford.”

    “Oh, well, my house has plenty of room. Um… you could uh, stay with me if you want. If not, it’s… ah, fine.”

    “We just met, because my car broke down, and you are doing me two favors in a row? No questions asked?”

    “Well, you would have to go through Freddy.”

    “Who’s Freddy?”

    “My dog. If he doesn’t like you, which would make you the first person he didn’t like, you wouldn’t want to stay.”

    By that time, they were at Mark’s Auto Center.

    “Here,” Marshall said as he wrote down his address, phone number and name. Then he gave Will the paper. “Call me if you wanna do
    lunch or whatever.”

    Will smiled as he got out of the car. “Thanks!”

    “Give me a call if you wanna do whatever.”

    “Sure. See ya, Marshall.”

    So, Marshall left and went home. As he opened the door and walked in, he was approached by Freddy, who began to jump all over him. Realizing his master’s pain and discomfort, he stopped, and settled to curling up in a ball next to Marshall on the couch.

    Marshall soon dozed off….

    “Right this way sir,” said a waiter.

    “After you, Suzie,” Marshall said.

    “Thank you,” Suzie replied with her brilliant smile.

    So, the waiter walked them to a small table in the corner. They
    ordered and Marshall reached into his pocket. He pulled out a box and got
    down on one knee.

    “Marshall?” Suzie asked, somewhat smiling.

    “Suzie, you are the most amazing person that I have ever met, in
    my life. I love you more than anything, and if you love me, you’ll say yes to
    my question. Suzie, will you marry me?”

    Suzie began to cry. “Yes,” she managed. “I will.”

    So, he slipped the ring on her finger. She could not stop crying, and well, neither could he. It was one of the happiest moments of his life.

    “I love you, Marshall Flinkman.”

    He woke up crying. He decided to go talk to Sydney, she could help him and she promised he could talk with her if he ever needed to. So, he got into his car and went.
  3. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky
    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~Chapter 8~</span>

    A Russian woman walked down the road. She was searching, anxiously searching for one thing. Her mission was fairly simple, her task had been made clear. She herself could only think of about a million things that could go wrong. No matter what happened, the mission had to be accomplished.

    So far, her job had been easy. She was only following, listening to, and monitoring everything. The job had effected her recently, only slightly, and only once. She was made aware that she could hand over the mission, but in truth, she also knew she was the only one for the job. Her training, instincts, and her biggest secret (even though not much of one any more) would all work together in this particular mission.

    So there she sat, on a street corner, waiting for “the mission” to come to her. Patiently, she waited. And then suddenly, there it was. Once again her mission started, only this time was the most dangerous.

    ~ # ~ # ~ # ~

    Marshall had made it to Sydney’s house. He headed up to the door. He just needed a minute to come half way to his senses, so he backed away for a minute. He felt ready to talk, so he headed back up the stairs, not noticing a young woman in the window.

    Out of nowhere, he heard squealing tires. He turned around to see a half-familiar looking woman jump out of a car. He stared for a few seconds, until she ran up to him, and started to shove him into the car.

    Francie was in the window watching everything. She was scared and confused. She didn’t know what to do so she ran, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

    ~ # ~ # ~ # ~

    Sydney’s stomach tickled. She was with Michael Vaughn in their warehouse. She had switched her cell phone to vibration so that her and Vaughn wouldn’t be interrupted. Evidently it didn’t work because she began to laugh.

    “Somehow,” Vaughn said in a soft, joking, tone, “I don’t find your father hearing Sloane actually admitting to killing his wife funny.”

    Sydney gave him a playful glare as she pulled her cell phone. “Be quiet. Its Francie.”

    She turned on the phone. “Hello,” she said.

    “Sydney!” Francie said hysterically. “He was coming up the stairs and this
    woman came up and –and she shoved him into a car. I- I don’t know what to do. So I called Will and asked him to come, but I don’t feel much safer with just him so I called you.”

    “Francie, calm down. Who was coming up the steps?”

    “Well, I don’t really know. He had a bandage around him, the kind they use after you’ve been shot in the chest in movies.”

    Sydney’s eyes grew wide. Vaughn watched her, looking absolutely clueless as to what was going on, and waited for an explanation.

    “Did you recognize the woman?” Sydney asked her.

    “Well, she looked a little like you….but had darker features. But no I don’t know who she is. Will’s on his way home. Will you come here too? Please, I don’t feel safe right now, but I don’t think just me and him isn’t much safer either. Please.”

    “I’ll be there soon, sweetie. Give me 15 minutes. Okay?”

    “Yah, okay. I’ll see you then.”

    Sydney turned off her phone. Then she just stood staring at nothing but air. She was positive who the kidnapped guy was. It had to be Marshall. But who would kidnap Marshall? Why would they want to kidnap Marshall?

    “Syd?” Vaughn asked. He was beginning to worry.

    Hearing the sound of his voice, she snapped back into reality.

    “Francie- she witnessed a kidnapping. I am almost positive it was Marshall who was kidnapped. I’ve got to go. Francie’s hysterical.

    “Sydney,” Vaughn said as she turned to leave. “There’s something you should know about Marshall.”

    ~ # ~ # ~ # ~

    Eric Weiss sat in the car with Marshall and his kidnapper.

    “Is he alright?” he asked.

    “That’s what I want to know,” she replied. “Are you sure we have to tell him now?”

    “Yes. He has to know.”

    The woman nodded. She stood over Marshall, waiting for him to wake up.

    ~ # ~ # ~ # ~

    Sydney stared at Vaughn in disbelief.

    “No,” she said.

    “Yes,” Vaughn replied.

    “No,” Sydney almost laughed. “I don’t have a sister.”

    “Syd, yes you do.” He pulled out a file and handed it to her.

    “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “I just found out a few hours ago. That’s why I called you here.”

    “Why? Why would the CIA keep this from me?”

    Vaughn sighed. This would take a while to explain.

    ~ # ~ # ~ # ~

    Marshall began to stir. When he was shoved into the car, he passed out from all the excitement. Awake, but with his eyes closed, he listened to his kidnappers.

    “So how are we going to do this?” the woman asked.

    “I’m not sure. I’ll probably let you do it,” Eric said.

    “Fine. The sooner he wakes up, the sooner we can get this over with.”

    Hearing this, Marshall decided simply not to “wake up”.

    ~ # ~ # ~ # ~

    “Why didn’t my dad tell me?” Sydney asked.

    Vaughn was about to say something, but was beaten to it.

    “Because I didn’t even know until yesterday afternoon,” Jack said as he walked in.

    “This information has been top secret for several years,” Vaughn explained. “Only Devilin, Irina, and she herself knew. When your sister found out about your mother, she came here, and joined the CIA. She’s been giving us information for several years.”

    “Does she have a name?” Sydney asked.

    “Yes,” Jack said. “But only herself and Devilin know what it is. All we have is her alias. She goes by Suzie.”

    ~ # ~ # ~ # ~

    “Is he ever going to wake up?” The kidnapper asked impatiently.

    “I hope so. We can’t wait too much longer, or SD-6 will figure out he’s missing. Go ahead and wake him up,” Eric said.

    She shook him. “Marshall, wake up,” she said in a soothing voice.

    He, of course, heard her. Something about the voice he heard made him “wake up”. Looking around what looked like an office building, he saw a man and a woman he had never seen before. Not what he expected, he was sad, scared, and confused.

    “She’s going to tell you a few things, then I’ll come back. If you need anything, press that yellow button on the wall. Marshall,” Eric said. “You’re safe here.”

    Walking out of the room, the two were left alone. Marshall was feeling a little bit better after hearing two soft tones, so he acted a little more comfortable.

    “Marshall,” the woman said as she pulled off her wig and took away her accent, “we need to talk.”

    All he could do was stare. He felt like he had seen a ghost, which in a way he had. Suzie was alive and standing right in front of his face, less then two feet away from him.

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Chapter Nine!!!!</span>

    Sydney’s cell phone rang.

    “Hello?” she said.

    “Syd, are you okay?” Will asked.

    “Yes, I’m fine. Why?”

    “Because Francie is worried sick about you.”

    “Oh, I forgot! I’m—“ she glanced at her father and Vaughn, “busy.”

    “Okay. It’s no big deal—just Francie having a cow. You know how
    she is. V.W. or D.W.?”


    “Wow. Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

    “Yeah, I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

    And they hung up.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    “Yes, Marshall. It’s me, and I’m not dead, I’m here,” Suzie told him.

    “I’m confused,” Marshall said. “One, why did you fake your death? Wait. I want to make sure you’re not lying. “

    She looked at him fondly. She knew he was very smart. She even knew what he was going to say. He was going to ask her what their favorite place to eat ice cream was, and what they always got. He had told her so.

    :::::: FLASHBACK :::::::

    “Suzie,” Marshall said. “If anything was ever to happen that would separate us, remember this. This moment. Here in this place, what we’re eating, remember it all. Suck it all in like, like a vacuum cleaner.”

    Suzie had to laugh at that.

    “That’s how we’ll know when we’re together. Don’t tell anyone else. Ever. It’ll be our secret.”

    “Okay,” Suzie said, seeing how serious he was. “ Even though I don’t think anything will ever happen to us like that.”

    “I know,” he replied. “ I’m sorry. But don’t forget this. Just in case. Promise me.“

    “I promise.”

    ::::::FLASHBACK END:::::::

    Marshall sat staring at her. She was smiling, but still hadn’t answered. He still didn’t know if she was Suzie. He had to know.

    “Do you have an answer?” he asked her anxiously.

    “Oh,” she said sounding a little surprised. “What was the question?”

    “What’s my favorite singing group?”

    She gave a sad almost depressed look. Almost in tears, she sat down next to him. She felt so sad, and wanted to be gentle with him. But unfortunately, it didn’t turn out that way.

    “Marshall, before you asked me to marry you, we were at U.D.F., our favorite place to get ice cream, we were eating our usual, a banana split with banana ice cream instead of vanilla, which always threw them off. You, Mr. Marshall J. Flinkman,” she almost yelled at him, “told me, ‘Suzie, If anything was ever to happen that would separate us, remember this. This moment. Here in this place, what we’re eating, remember it all. Suck it all in like, like a vacuum cleaner.’ Then I laughed. Then you said, ‘That’s how we’ll know when we’re together. Don’t tell anyone else. Ever. It’ll be our secret.’ Do you not remember that?? That is not the question you just asked me, even though I know the answer is Superchic[k]. You had better explain everything to me. Why did you lie to me?”

    “I, uh, wanted—I wanted you to say what you just said,” he got out, as tears welled up in his eyes. “Anyone could know my favorite group. Only you knew that stuff. Only you.”

    And they both began to cry, and they hugged each other. And there they sat for two hours, just hugging and crying together.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    “When will I get to meet my sister?” Sydney asked Vaughn.

    “After she’s done talking to Marshall,” Vaughn said.

    “Marshall? How does she know Marshall?”

    “He was her mission for the past several years. She had to find out as much as she could about SD-6.”

    “I was giving you tons of information on SD-6. Why and how did Marshall come into this?”

    “Sydney, calm down,” Jack said.

    He was aware of how Sydney got when she was mad, and decided that Vaughn may accidentally get hurt.

    “Why was she looking for information on SD-6?” Sydney asked much nicer this time.

    “You weren’t aware that SD-6 wasn’t part of the C.I.A. yet. Your father was the only person we had in there. He gave us as much information as he could, but we needed some from the technology viewpoint. Your sister was dating Marshall, then she found out that he was working for SD-6. She told us immediately and we had her look through his belongings, to see what kind of technological information we could find. It helped tremendously. Then, when you came in she was only following him, and protecting him as much as possible,” Vaughn said.

    “Marshall—he saw her in Cairo. Sark’s men were going to shoot her, so he jumped in front of her. He tried to protect her. Then, at the hospital, he told me about when she died. Why did she fake her death?”

    “I don’t know exactly. I don’t have clearance that high. And even if I did, I wouldn’t be allowed to say anything to anyone about it for her personal safety.”

    “We should go see Marshall now,” Jack said.

    He began to walk out. They watched him get outside the door and Michael began to follow. When he noticed Sydney wasn’t beside him, he turned and gave her a questioning look. Before he could ask what was on his mind, she spoke.

    “Can I ask you a question?”

    “Of course you can.”

    “Are we friends?”

    “Why would you ask something like that? You know we are.”

    “How long before we take down SD-6?”

    “With Marshall on our side, probably about three months. Why?”

    “Can I tell you something then?” she asked as she walked toward him.

    With a puzzled look, he cautiously replied, “Sure.”

    She grabbed his arm, pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear, “I want to
    be so much more then just friends. What do ya say?”

    Before he could give her an answer, she kissed him. Once he got over his initial shock, his arms went around her and he kissed her back with as much passion. It was only the two of them in there. They were lost in their own little world, and they would have stayed there, too, but the loud clearing of Jack’s throat brought them back to reality and what they were doing.

    They remained standing there, with Vaughn’s arms around Sydney. They were lost in each other’s eyes until Jack came up close behind them and gave them the famous Bristow death stare. Vaughn’s arms dropped to his sides as he turned around to face Jack. Making eye contact with him, Vaughn defiantly raised his head and took Syd’s hand.

    There was a flicker of some emotion in Jack’s eyes as he spoke, “Sydney, go outside and sit in the car. I need to talk to Agent Vaughn. Alone.”

    Sydney looked up at Vaughn and smiled to encourage him. She gently squeezed his hand before letting go and walking out.

    She left Vaughn alone with her father, and she saw hope. Although their chance at the moment seemed small, she knew that if they had the approval of Jack Bristow, they would be okay. With or without his approval though, Syd knew that they would make it together, no matter what the odds.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    “Why?” Marshall asked. “Why did you fake your death?”

    Looking at him, she could tell he was upset. Not with her, but with himself, which made her feel even worse.

    “It had nothing to do with me not loving you. I still love you, even today. It was just my job.”

    “What is your job? I know you’re not really a lawyer.”

    “I work for the C.I.A.”

    “Okay then. Um…Why would you have to keep that from me?”

    “Because you work for SD-6. Marshall, Arvin Sloane is an evil man. He has willingly deceived hundreds, if not thousands of people. SD-6 is not part of the C.I.A. They are an organization posing as the C.I.A., part of the Alliance of Twelve. Everyone in SD-6 either has been lied to, or is lying themselves. You know two double agents for the C.I.A. already. Sydney and Jack Bristow. They came to the C.I.A. when they found out that Sloane wasn’t who he claimed to be. They get counter missions, carry them out, and then lie to Sloane about them all the time.”

    Marshall just stared at her.

    “So…. they already know…. everything…”

    “Yes. They know everything. I’m only able to tell you this now, because we need you. You have to help us get rid of SD-6 and ultimately the Alliance. We need you to be our new double agent. You will work with the Bristow's to get this done sooner. You should only be like this for a few months.”

    “Why? Not that I don’t want to help the C.I.A., but why do I have to keep working at SD-6?”

    “Sloane would kill you. We need you to rig the tech. Sydney does the best she can to hook everything up, and our tech men work all the time to get this done, but we have a lot more to worry about than just SD-6. With you helping, by already rigging the tech, we’ll take down SD-6 sooner and you’ll give our tech guys a break, which they need, and would love you for doing. “

    “Okay….well, then what would happen if Sloane ever found out?”

    “Not to scare you, Marshall, but he’ll most likely kill you. “

    “Okay, Marshall…don’t tell Sloane, he said to himself.

    “Don’t tell anybody. Sydney and Jack are being made aware of everything, but don’t mention anything about it unless they say something first. You’re life depends on it. “

    “I like my life….”

    “I did too. Marshall, for years I thought my name was Katarina Olana Derevko. I was born and grew up in Russia. My father had died before I was born, and my mother raised me. When I was sixteen, my mother told me part of the truth. I did a little investigating. She told me she wasn’t really a lawyer, that she was part of an organization. Actually, that she was in charge of an organization. She wanted me to join in with her, take over the world, the whole ordeal, actually expecting me to join. Which, I might have except then, she told me something else. She told me my father was alive, I had an older sister, and I wasn’t really Katrina Olana Derevko. That made me very mad. So, I ran away. I came to the U.S.A. and that’s when I joined the C.I.A. I lived my life here, came to know you, and after awhile you – you became my job.”


    “I found out about your involvement with SD-6. I got the C.I.A. on it. They appointed me to find out as much as I could, and I did, without you ever knowing.”

    “Oh…” Marshall faded out for a minute. Then, a little more quietly asked, “Our—our love, was it, uh, ever….real?”

    “Yes, it was always real. I didn’t fake my death to get out of marriage. In fact, after I got off the phone, I was devastated. Then they told me to play spy again. I’ve been watching you, following you, protecting you all these years. Everyday asking when I could tell you the truth, reveal myself to you…”

    “Suzie—I uh, mean Katrina, what is your real name?”

    She looked down a minute, trying to figure out how to say what she needed to say.

    “Do I look like anyone you know? Even remotely?” she asked.

    Marshall stared at her a few minutes. Then he smiled.

    “You know, you kinda look like a…Brist…ow.”

    She nodded. “My real name is Katrina Olana Bristow. Jack—he’s my father, and – and Sydney’s my big sister. I’ll officially meet both of them for the first time when they come to see you. They’ll be here soon.”

    “Wow. I always thought that Sydney reminded me of you—or something like that…”

    There was an awkward silence, and then Katrina spoke.

    “What do you mean?”

    “ Well, I, uh mean that, after you “died”, very shortly after, Sydney came to work for SD-6. She looked so much like you, I—I saw her and you at the same time. The worst—well not worst, but hardest thing was she was, uh always around. Everywhere I turned. So, I tried to stay busy, so I wouldn’t be—this is, uh, going to sound horrible, but –remind me of you. “

    “I understand. And don’t be sorry for that.”

    “Is it okay if I ask you a question?”

    “Yeah. Go ahead. Just like before, only this time, no secrets both ways.”

    “Why did you fake your death? You –you, uh, never really answered before.”

    “Well, when I ran away from my mother, she didn’t know where I went. She didn’t know I was in America, helping the C.I.A. work against her. Then, I don’t know how, but she found out. When she did, she sent someone to kill me. Luckily, the C.I.A. found out before someone came to kill me. The C.I.A. sent me to France—but first we had to fake my death so they would think I was dead. So, we pretended the airplane crashed. When I was back, Sydney had found out about SD-6, and I was re-assigned to follow you, and ultimately protect you. That old Russian woman with the bad comeback insults on your plane to Cairo that was me. You were shot, because you thought you saw me and tried to protect me. It was me, and you did protect me, you saved my life. That was the first time I had ever let you down, but I tried to help for as long as I could. I put pressure on it until I had to leave. Then I monitored you, and almost ripped Sark to shreds when he tried to shoot you the second time…”

    “Don’t feel bad about it. I’m fine. It, uh, really hurt when it happened, but I’m – fine.”

    “Good, I’m glad. Do you have any more questions? We have to get you out of here soon.”

    “Um…not really. I think I’m all set.” He gave her a smile, which she returned with one of her own.

    “Okay, well then, you will be meeting with your Eric Weiss. He’ll be your handler. He’ll tell you what your counter missions are, all the things you need to know. I’ll be around if you need me.”

    Seeing a face in the doorway, and hearing a knock on the door, Katarina went over and let the man who was in there before inside. Marshall assumed it was Eric Weiss.

    “How you doing, Marshall?” he asked. “My name is Eric Weiss. I’ll be your handler.”

    The guy seemed nice enough, so he figured he might as well be friendly. He also thought he’d have to get along with his handler, so he might as well start out that way, and from the looks of it, that wouldn’t be too hard.
    Katarina walked out the door, but made them aware that she’d be back.

    “Let’s get down to business,” Eric said.

    The most dangerous part of Marshall’s life, was about to unravel.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    In the depths of Michael’s heart, he was sincerely afraid of what Jack would say. He always had this look, like he would love to kill you, even when he was kidding with you. This was why, when Jack did speak, that it surprised him with what he said.

    “I don’t mind if you love my daughter. I don’t mind if she loves you. I don’t even mind that you two just broke protocol,” Jack said. “What I do mind, Agent Vaughn is if someone hurts my daughter. I respect you, at least I did, but you should have fair warning. If you hurt Sydney in any way I will---“

    Michael cut him off. “I do not intend to hurt Sydney. We love each other, we always have, and protocol, as the C.I.A. loves to call it, won’t impede on that anymore.”

    “I’m glad you feel that way. Devlin will not. It may or may not matter to you, but it matters to me. Keep your less than professional relationship to yourselves.”

    “I will.”

    “Good. Now, let’s go.”

    So they walked out together, and got into their separate cars. All three of them sped off into the city, to the C.I.A. underground headquarters where Marshall was.

    <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Chapter Ten</span>

    Katarina sat on a bench outside the office Marshall was in. She always had loved that man and knew she always would. Seeing him find out the truth was almost too much for her to handle, but she knew she would be fine as long as Marshall still trusted her. And he did.

    So she sat, waiting for a moment she had dreamed of forever. Having her family was the one thing she told a Russian Santa as she was sitting on his lap every year as a child, and every Christmas she was in tears when there was none in sight. Now that she would have one, some new thoughts crossed her mind. Thoughts she couldn’t help but have.

    The greatest thought kept swirling back into her head. It wouldn’t go away, at least not for long. She kept wondering if her new family would love her. All that she had heard about her father, Jack Bristow, were about how unemotional he was. But she didn’t care. He was her father and she would make the most of it.

    She was just as anxious to meet her older sister. Everyone always raved about her. All the agents she knew thought very highly of her. It seemed to her that Sydney could be one of the things in life she knew she had missed out on. She didn’t know how, but she could feel her. She was close.

    ~ * ~ * ~ *

    Sydney got to the building Marshall was in. Somehow, she felt her little sister was near. She walked through the doorway, and looked to a bench.

    “So you’re Sydney Bristow,” Katarina said with a smile.

    “Yeah,” Sydney said. “You can call me Syd.”

    Katarina nodded. Sydney sat down next to her.

    “They couldn’t tell me your name. What is it?”

    “Katarina Olana Derevko was my given name. It seems like everyone here
    hates Derevko’s though, and I don’t blame them, so I changed it to what it should have been-- Katarina Olana Bristow. Call me Kat.”

    There was an awkward silence for a minute. Both knew wanted to know as much as possible about each other-- so Katarina brought up her father.

    “Are you and Dad close?” she asked.

    This somewhat shocked Sydney.

    “Well, um, we weren’t for a very long time.”

    Kat became saddened. If Jack wasn’t close to Sydney for a long time, who he had known about, how could she expect him to be close with her for a long time?

    Sydney immediately saw her disappointment. So, she continued with how they did become close, and him actually making an effort. This, as Sydney had planned, made her feel better.

    They continued talking and after a few minutes Vaughn walked in. He gave them a smile, addressed more to Sydney than to Katarina.

    Kat leaned over to Sydney. “Who’s he?”

    “Michael Vaughn. He’s my handler,” Sydney replied.

    “Oohh,” Kat said with great pleasure, “I see. He’s cute.”

    “Yes he is.”

    Kat had a huge smile on her face. “Have you ever kissed?”

    Sydney’s smile was plastered on her face and would not go away, even if she wanted it to. “Yeah, actually the first time was half an hour ago. Then Dad caught us.”

    “Ouch! That’s never good.”

    “Well, at least he’s still alive,” Sydney joked.

    “Yeah, well it’s kind of hard to kill a guardian angel.”

    Sydney eyed her suspiciously. “Who told you about that?”

    “Eric. He’s told me a lot about you two.”

    Sydney was about to say something, but Vaughn’s journey down the hallway had come to an end.

    “Hi, I’m Michael Vaughn.”

    “Katarina Bristow.”

    “Your dad’s outside. He wants to see you.”

    “Okay. Well, it was nice meeting you, Michael.”

    “She’s definitely a Bristow,” Michael said aloud to himself as she walked away.

    “What do you mean?” Sydney asked.

    He wanted to smack himself in the head. He didn’t mean to say that out

    “Well,” he said trying to word everything right. “you and your sister and your dad all have the same-- ears. You also have the same eyes, sometimes you and your dad share the same attitude, and I think Katarina probably does too, and you all walk the same way.”

    “How do we walk?”

    Michael began to think of his next move.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Marshall sat in a stuffy little room. He was sitting in front of a mountain of papers, which for the most part had information about SD-6 on them. He was nearing the end of his stack, and of his knowledge. His fingers and his head ached, and his pen was running out of ink, but he kept writing, if not for the C.I.A., then for Kat.

    Thinking that, his mind wandered fully to Kat. He knew the way he felt, the question was if she felt the same. She acted like she did love him still, so Marshall, after a few minutes came up with the fact that if she acts that way, she must feel that way-- at least he hoped so.

    Thinking of Kat, Marshall had a sudden urge to talk to her. He wanted to at
    least see her beautiful face. He looked out of a window in the tiny room to search for that face, but he ended up with only the face of her sister, which was fairly similar. Sydney was outside, laughing with some guy.

    “They’re something aren’t they?” Weiss asked. He was smiling, so evidently he knew who the other man was.

    “Who is he?”

    “Agent Michael Vaughn. He’s Sydney’s handler. I’ve been watching those
    two for awhile and they going to go the distance, or get each other kicked out of the C.I.A., whichever comes first. Handlers and their assets aren’t supposed to be as close as those two are, but I won’t tell Devlin, my boss, and they won’t so as long as they lay low, they’ll be fine.”

    He was playing with his yo-yo now and was now looking back at Marshall instead of out the window at Sydney and Michael. Then growing inpatient added, "Are you almost done?”

    “Well, all I have left is up-coming stuff. Do you know how to hakki-sac? I could use a break,” Marshall said as he pulled out two hakki sacs from his pocket.

    “No,” he said with a smile. Then looking out the window to see if anyone was coming said, “But I’d love to learn. You yo-yo?”

    ~ * ~ * ~ *

    Katarina headed outside. There was only one person outside, so she rightfully assumed that he was Jack Bristow--her father. She walked closer and felt her heat beat ten times faster. He was looking down, but she knew he could sense her presence, or at least some ones presence. As she grew closer, he looked up.

    “Katarina?” he asked.

    All she could do was nod her head as a knot grew in her throat.

    “You’re probably wondering how I knew your real name. It’s been confidential for a very long time. I have what most would call connections, and they told me.”

    “From who?” Katarina found herself able to say.

    “Well I got the Katarina part from Michael Vaughn, then I asked Devlin for your name and he gave it to me.”


    They stood in silence for a few minutes, then Jack began to speak again,
    knowing he’d have to say it sometime.

    “I know you’ve heard things about me, probably not the best things, but I thought you should know something.”

    Her eyes told him to continue.

    “I was never around in your childhood, I wasn’t much in Sydney’s life either. But, you learn a lot from being a parent, as much from your mistakes as from your children. I don’t want to be shut out of your life like I was in Sydney’s. I’d like to be a better father. Like a second chance. Will you let me?”

    He gazed at her beautiful brown eyes, which were now glistening with tears.

    “Okay,” she managed.

    He walked closer to her and hugged her.

    “Do you want to go somewhere?” he whispered in her ear.

    “Where?” she asked.

    “It’s a surprise. If you’re too busy, want to stay with Marshall, or just don’t
    want to come I’ll understand.”

    "No, I’ll come. I just need to tell Marshall I’m leaving, and make sure Sydney and Michael are behaving.”

    So she wiped the tears from her eyes, gave her father a small smile, and headed outside.

    ~ * ~ * ~ *

    Sydney was waiting and Michael knew it. He decided since no one was around he might as well show her how the Bristow’s walked.

    “Okay,” he said. “You have to promise me that you won’t get mad at me.”

    “I promise,” she agreed.

    “Now you have to promise me that you won’t laugh and make fun of me for the rest of my life for this.”

    “All right, I promise. Now show me!” she said.

    “Fine. This is the mad Bristow walk, that’s really more like a jog.”

    So he walked/jogged over to a table, picked up a rag, put it on his head, and made it sway. He walked to the end of the hallway before he heard any laughter. He turned around.

    “You promised,” he said.

    “I lied.”

    “Sydney Bristow telling a lie?”

    “Sydney Bristow lies to everyone. What makes you so special?”

    She looked upset now, and Michael regretting what he said. Then he had a guarenteed thing to cheer her up.

    “Next we have the ‘regular’ Bristow walk.”

    “Okay," she said a smile back on her face. “Go ahead, and this time I won‘t laugh until you do.”

    So Michael headed down the hallway. He slightly swayed his hips, and slightly moved his arms forward and backward.

    About a minute later he erupted in laughter and so did Sydney. He walked
    his ‘regular’ over to the bench Sydney was sitting on, and sat down next to her. They continued laughing and Michael put his arm around Sydney. They both suddenly stopped laughing.

    “Do you think there are any cameras watching us?” Michael asked.

    “If there are they’ve already seen the best of Michael Vaughn,” Sydney
    joked as she laid her head down on his shoulder.

    “Not really. They’d need to see one more thing first.”

    Sydney sat up. And without another word Michael leaned over and kissed her. He thought it would seem awkward to both of them for his arm to be around her in a C.I.A. building, let alone a kiss, but it definitely was not awkward to him, and by the way Sydney returned his kiss, he could tell she was as comfortable as he was.

    Neither of them knew it, but they had a visitor. She had been standing there for only a few minutes, but sometimes it takes only a few minutes to realize when two people were in love. Katarina didn’t want to interrupt them, but she needed to tell them she was leaving.

    After a few minutes of standing there watching her older sister kiss an agent that she wasn’t supposed to be kissing, which she didn't care that they were, she began to grow impatient. She couldn’t keep it in any longer, she had to say it.

    “We’ll be right back to ‘The Best of Michael Vaughn’ after this commercial break!” Kat said loud enough for them to hear.

    They both looked up with tremendous alarm, which almost instantly turned into relief. Then they blushed. How long had they been kissing? How long had Kat been standing there? Did anyone else see them? All those thoughts seemed to swarm away when Kat began to speak to them.

    “Sorry to interrupt,” she began. “but I wanted to let you know that I’m going somewhere with Dad.”

    “Where are you going?” Sydney asked with a smile.

    “He wouldn’t say.”

    All of a sudden, they heard shouts from the next room. The room Marshall
    and Eric were in.

    “Oh!” they heard Eric say.

    “You almost had it that time!” exclaimed Marshall loud enough for all of them to hear.

    “Now you go Marshall,” they heard Eric say.

    “Okay,” came the reply.

    There was a drum roll, then silence.

    “OW!!” they heard followed by a loud thud.

    They raced to the room not knowing what to expect. When they opened the door, and got inside, they found Marshall face down on the floor, and
    Eric just standing there looking at him.

    “Eric,” Michael said. “What happened to Marshall?”

    Eric closely resembled a five year old. “I didn’t do it!” he said very quickly.

    “What happened?” Michael asked again.

    “We were teaching each other things very important things.”

    “Like?” Michael urged him.

    “He needed a break, he’s got a lot of F.Y.I.s in that head of his. He asked
    me if I knew how to play hakki sac and I told him no so he showed me how. Then I was showing him the how-to’s of yo-yo. He wanted to try to do “around the world", so I let him...on his way around the world he got smacked in the head. He said he was dizzy, then-- THUD. He’s was down on the ground.”

    “I’m fine,” Marshall said. “Really, I’m-- ow! fine.”

    Katarina handed him a pill. He stared at it.

    “Marshall? Are you okay?”

    “Yeah I’m fine,” Marshall told her. “What is it?”


    “Okay,” he said grasping it.

    “Aren’t you going to take it?”

    “I’m sorry, Kat, but I can’t.”

    “Can’t or Won’t?” she asked angrily. “Don’t worry, Marshall, I understand

    Her eyes were welling up with tears. He didn’t trust her. She may have changed her name, but to him, she’d always be a Derevko. That made her unable to be trusted. That’s how it would be-- forever.

    She began to go.

    “Kat,” he said. “Don’t --”

    “Save it,” she cut him off and ran out the door.

    She was furious now. At her mother, at the C.I.A., and at Marshall. But as the same time she was mad at herself. Not knowing what else to do she walked faster.

    Back inside they were all quiet. They all had an idea of what she thought, and Michael wanted to know if that was what Marshall had meant.

    “Marshall, why didn’t you take the pill?” he asked.

    “I guess she forgot, I can’t swallow them. Never have, never will. Help me up.” he replied.

    “Where are you going?” Eric asked. “You’ve got more to do.”

    “Where does it look like I’m going? I’m going after Kat... SD-6 can wait.”

    Without a moments hesitation, they helped him up.

    He ran out into the hallway. He searched for Kat, and didn’t see her. Then he saw a door close. He couldn’t let her get away.

    He kept running. Then he saw her. Marshall grabbed her arm. She turned around. Before either of them could say a word, Marshall kissed her.

    After her initial shock, she remembered.

    Marshall couldn’t swallow pills.

    Marshall was expecting to be smacked, or at least for her to pull away. What he got was ten times better and exactly the opposite. She kissed him back. It was like they’d been separated for a life time, and were about to be for another.

    They were the only two people in the world in that moment--their moment. Both of them realized that they still loved and trusted each other. What they didn’t know was that Michael, Syney, and Eric were all piled up outside the door they had just gone through, enjoying every minute of it. Jack, who was also watching througha different door, had slipped inside to find what was taking Kat so long. He had found her all right. He, unlike the others, didn’t stay, he went back outside and waited for them to finish.

    Suddenly, as if their world collapsed, they stopped.

    “I’ve got to go,” Kat said.

    “Me, uh, too,” came Mashall’s reply.

    So they went their separate ways, Marshall greeted by cheers as he came through the door and found Sydney, Michael, and Eric all standing together, except for Eric, he wasn’t a very good spy. He was still on the floor.

    He knew things could get worse in his life, but it wouldn’t matter, as long as he had Kat.
  4. alligirl

    alligirl Rocket Ranger

    Dec 21, 2002
    Michigan, USA
    I love Marshall..
  5. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky
    you would fit in with my sister so well then :) I love Marshall too, but my sister is a total dork (in a good way of course), and they are bith pretty goofy. I guess that's why they are both so loveable!

  6. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

    Marshall's_Tech_Emporium Rocket Ranger

    Dec 22, 2002
    Hey! This is Kristin, the person who wrote this story. :D I just got a s/n so...now I guess I'm posting the chapters. :xmas: Merry Christmas to me!
    I am a super swank dork, though, Jessica! :) See now you have to watch what you say about me on here! lol j/k :P
    I might go a little wacko on you guys....I think I already have....but oh well! :woot:
    I'm not done with chapter 11 yet....I've been working on a 1 or 2 parter (which ever I decide to post it as..:) ) and T.R.S. at the same time, so I'm going slower than normal.
    :xmas: :xmas: :xmas:

  7. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

    Marshall's_Tech_Emporium Rocket Ranger

    Dec 22, 2002
    NEW CHAPTER!!! YAY! ^_^
    It's kinda long...I think the longest one I've written.... ^_^
    Chapter 11

    “WILLIAM TIPPIN!!” Francie yelled.

    Will didn’t know why Francie had yelled for him, or why she was back from the restaurant early, but he didn’t think he wanted to. He couldn’t think of anything that he had done to deserve yelling like that—at least not today.

    He scrambled under the table hoping to escape her wrath. He heard footsteps, and saw Francie’s feet stop right next to him. Will’s breathing slowed, almost stopped. His heartbeat was the only noise he heard, except for is pounding head, and even they seemed to give away his position.

    All in a sudden life threatening moment, Will had to sneeze. Terror filled his soul. He tried everything to get the sneeze not to come, but it was useless. He was dead. His life would cease to exist, and he wouldn’t even know why.

    Then it came, the sneeze to end all sneezes.


    Suddenly his only assurance of life, the tiny little table, was thrust at full speed over his head. He had been exposed.

    Whatever it was he did, Will knew it must have bad. VERY VERY bad. He gathered that fact when Francie picked up a chair and threw it across the room. There was no place for Will to go, or he would have been there ten hours before that sneeze.

    Before he knew what hit him, he was slammed into the wall. He had never seen anyone this mad, especially not Francie. She had a strange sort of fire in her eyes that Will had never seen before, which Will effectively noted as Francie’s eyes were pinned on him. He was blown away by her strength. Her strength was limited though, and for that Will was grateful.

    He felt pain on his ear. Francie was pulling him by his ear over to the couch. She shoved him down, then she began to pace.

    Will very hesitantly said, “Um…Francie, you just pulled a Bobby Knight on me…Did I…I don’t know…do something wrong?”

    “Did you do something wrong?!?!?!?! I think you already know the answer to that!”

    She stared at him in amazement of his cluelessness.

    “Do you remember last night at the restaurant? I asked you to wash the dishes and close up for me? “

    She didn’t wait for him to answer.

    “Yes, you did the dishes, and you locked up.”

    “Then what’s the problem?”

    “The problem is, that I unlocked the kitchen ten minutes ago and got soaked in water! Yeah, you certainly did do the dishes AND YOU LEFT THE WATER ON WHEN YOU WERE DONE! I SWEAR THERE WAS ENOUGH WATER IN THERE TO FILL A POND!”

    “Francie, I’m really sorry.”

    “No, Will, I’m sorry. You’re fired,” Francie replied with a stern force. “And you need to pack up your stuff and leave. I’ll give you a half hour.”

    “Francie, I have no money. Where am I gonna get a place? Or a job? No one’s gonna hire me!”

    “Well you should have thought of that before you became a drug addict. I mean it, Will, you have a half hour.

    Then she went into her room and slammed the door.

    ~ * ~ * ~ *

    They had been riding for awhile, and Kat still had no idea where her father was taking her. They hadn’t had much conversation, and Kat began to bring up Marshall, but then remembered instantly the sweet kiss they had just shared, and she wouldn’t have wanted to get herself or Marshall into trouble, especially with Jack Bristow. So they continued to ride in silence, both wanting to say something, neither knowing where to start. Then Kat thought of a question.

    “So…Dad…where are we going?”

    “A very secret, special place, which is why I’m not telling you,” Jack said with a grin.

    “Oh come on, Dad! Reward my curiosity!”

    Jack reached his hand into the back seat, and pulled out a Vanilla Coke. “Here,” he said as he handed it to her. “You’re curiosity has been rewarded.”

    “Ha ha ha,” Kat said as she opened it and took a sip.

    “Well I thought I was funny. You have to admit that it was funny.”

    “No I don’t.”

    “Well, either that, or you have to admit that I could do commercial’s for Vanilla Coke.”

    “You can do the commercial’s.”

    “Do you picture me as the old mobster type?”

    “Of course.”

    They both gave up the act then and laughed. That’s when she heard it. It was music. Soft, soothing music. Then she saw it. They were going to a carousel.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Sydney and Michael were now closely monitoring Marshall and Eric. They were almost done now, and Marshall would have to go home soon. Sloane had requested that Marshall come in for the next op-tech report.

    Marshall set down his pen and wriggled his arm around. He looked up. Michael was holding Sydney in his arms. Eric followed Marshall’s gaze, then their eyes met. Marshall smiled, and so did Eric.

    “Hey, Mike,” Eric said. “Guardian angels aren’t suppose to be that close to their assignments.”

    “Oh, it’s okay,” Marshall told him. “Michael and I are going to have a double Bristow wedding.”

    Sydney and Michael both looked at him with shock. Did he say something upsetting or had they never thought of that, Marshall didn’t know. “I was just…um…. Kidding?” Marshall said with a questioning tone.

    Sydney and Michael smiled, both wanting to say how nice that would be, but not able to. Protocol still had a tiny tug on them, maybe more so then they thought. They both wiped the smile off their faces.

    “Of course you were,” Michael told him.

    Marshall could tell they were both hurt, but could also tell there was nothing he could do to change that.

    “I have to go,” Michael said.

    He gave Sydney a soft kiss, then walked out the door, leaving the three of them alone to finish.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Kat was somewhat confused. Why were they at a carousel? Her dad was smiling, and she didn’t know why.

    “Why are we here?” she asked him.

    “I used to bring Sydney here when she was little. We would ride together. She rode that one… the one with the blue mane with pink roses in it. It was her favorite.”

    Kat saw how much this place meant to him, and somehow, it became important to her too. They sat in silence for a few minutes, just taking in the soft music.

    Jack looked at his daughter with loving eyes. Kat sensed his gaze, and turned and looked back.

    “Would you like to ride?” He asked her.

    “Would they let us?”

    “No one’s here. I had a few words with the gentleman operating, and he said we could use it until 7:45.”

    “How many words?”

    “Twenty or so.”

    Kat smiled and nodded. “Sure.”

    So the two mounted their steeds. Kat chose the horse that was next to Sydney’s. Jack picked the one behind it. They rode around fifteen times, talking about everything in the process. Well… everything except Marshall.

    “Can I make it go faster?” Kat asked.

    “Do you know how?” Jack’s curiosity got the best of him.

    “Of course!” she told him with a roll of her eyes.

    “As long as you switch it back when we’re done, I don’t think that it would be a problem.”

    So Kat hopped off her horse and went to the control panel. After a few minutes of fidgeting, the carousel began to pick up speed. Kat jumped back on and got back up on her horse. After only a few minutes, the carousel began to make it around two times faster then normal.

    Kat felt like she was flying. She closed her eyes and let everything soak in. She remembered her childhood, not having a dad, being lonely. Then she remembered something else.

    “Mommy! I want to ride the purple horsey!” Katarina yelled.

    “Katarina, you can’t.”

    “Why not? Other people are riding them.”

    “Katarina, Baby, wouldn’t you rather ride mommy’s friend Alexander’s pony?”

    “Mr. Alexander smells like—“

    “Katarina Olana! The answer is no.” Irina told her sternly.

    “My daddy would have let me,” Katarina muttered.

    “What did you say, young lady?”

    “Nothing, Mommy.”

    “Okay, well let’s go. Mommy has a meeting to go to.”


    Katarina sighed as she let her mother take her hand, and pull her into their car.


    She continued thinking until she heard a thud. Jack was on the floor. He was laughing, so Kat wasn’t too worried.

    “Dad, what happened?”

    “I fell off my horse.”

    “You were on a stationary one. It wasn’t even moving!” Kat laughed.

    “I know. I just…fell off,” he shrugged impishly. The look on his face was priceless… something she had never seen from him before. It made her laugh even harder as she wondered who this man really was.

    “Alright. Do you want me to put it back to normal speed?”

    “Yeah, sure. It’s almost 7:45 anyway.”

    So Kat went back to the control panel and put everything into it’s original setting. Then she got into Jack’s car.

    “Dad,” Kat whispered. “Did Mom know about the carousel?”

    “Yeah, she did. She hated it when I took Sydney here. Why?”

    “Riding back there, I remembered something. I remember Mom not letting me ride carousel’s back in Russia. I’d mutter about how ‘my Daddy would have let me’ and she’d get SO angry…”

    Jack slowed the car down. “Does she know you’re here in LA?”

    “When I was engaged to Marshall, she found out. The CIA somehow intercepted that she was sending someone to kill me. I ran away, then came back a few years later. I don’t know if she knows I’m here or not now…Do you think she knows?”

    “I don’t know. It’s hard to tell anything with that woman. She is very deceitful and no one could possibly comprehend her intentions. Maybe you should go into witness protection or protective custody for awhile if you think she knows.”

    “Dad, you have got to promise me something. Never make me go into protective custody or witness protection. You have to promise me. I had to go away for so long, I don’t want to get back into that state…especially not now.”

    “I won’t unless we have no choice.”

    “Dad, there is never such a thing as no choice. Please just say you’ll stop them from doing that to me if they ever dare to try. “

    The look in her brown eyes was one of pain and lament. She was trying not to cry, but wasn’t succeeding. As the tears streamed down her face, Jack had to do something to stop her pain.

    “I promise,” he whispered in a calm reassuring voice.

    “Thank you.”

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    “Okay,” Marshall sighed with relief. “I’m done.”

    “Good!” Eric exclaimed.

    “Marshall, you should probably go home and get some rest. Sloane wanted you to explain our next mission to us tomorrow morning,” Sydney added.

    “Yeah, he wants me to come into the office tomorrow. He decided I was well enough to come in to explain the tech. I guess he figured you needed to touch the tech before the mission, so now I’m stuck with the opportunity to slip up and tell Sloane I’m going behind his back by working for the real CIA and end up getting killed. Isn’t that just my luck?”

    “You won’t slip up, Marshall. Just remember that Kat’s gonna want to see you and you won’t mess up,” Sydney joked. “Are you leaving now? I’ll give you a ride to your car. Where were you at when you got picked up?”

    “Actually, it’s right in front of your house.”

    “My house…why?”

    “Oh, I was coming to talk to you about Suzie…or Kat, but she was Suzie at the time…anyway I don’t really need to talk now.”

    “Okay. Come on let’s go.”

    “Marshall,” Eric called after him. “Remember that it’s me calling if you hear ‘Suzie Tolley’s’. That’s really important. Don’t forget and remember to meet me at the park. I don’t want to be there all day.”

    “I won’t forget,” he said.

    Sydney drove Marshall almost all the way to her house. She dropped him off about a block away.

    “Go get into your car. I’ll go over once you’ve passed me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Sydney cheerfully said to him as Marshall got out of her car.

    “Thanks for the ride, Syd.”

    “Your welcome.”

    And he continued the walk down to his car. He got in just in time.

    Out of the house came Will. A young African American woman that Marshall had never seen before was following him.

    Will opened the back door to Marshall’s car and threw his stuff inside. Then he got into the front seat next to Marshall.

    “Please, Will, don’t go! I’m sorry, I was being stupid!”

    “No, Francie, you weren’t being stupid, you were being truthful. You and Syd have been great, but now it’s time for me to quit fully depending on you guys. I can make it on my own. I’ll be fine. I’ll get a job somewhere and eventually get my own place.”

    “You don’t have to go,” Francie pleaded.

    “I know, Francie, but I want to go. It’ll be better this way.”

    “Okay,” she hesitantly gave in.

    “I’ll talk to you later, I promise. You aren’t getting rid of me this easily.”

    Then he shut the car door.

    He turned to Marshall. “Hey, man thanks for doing this for me.”

    Marshall, who was still immensely confused, said, “No…problem.”

    Then he began to drive away.

    “So, what happened?” Marshall inquired.

    “I messed up…big time. It’s a long story.”

    “It’s a fairly long ride to my house.”

    So Will began to explain it all.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Sydney sat in her car waiting for Marshall’s o.k. She saw a car approaching. It was Marshall, but there was someone else in the car with him. Her eyes grew wide as she figured out who it was. It was Will.

    Marshall gave her the okay nod, so she went home to get some explanations from Francie.

    Sydney was home in no time. The door was locked, as Sydney had expected, so she took out her key and unlocked the door.

    “Francie?” she called.

    “I’m in my room,” Francie called back.

    “Hey,” Sydney said as she went into Francie’s room. “Where’s Will?”

    Francie looked down. “I kicked him out.”

    “What? Francie…”

    “I know, I know. He flooded the restaurant, and I was mad. I told him he had a half-hour to get out. I tried to apologize to him, but he wouldn’t let me. I told him he could stay, but He told me he wanted to fend for himself… “

    “Where’d he go? He only has money from the dish washing at the restaurant.”

    “He called someone named Marshall. I had never heard of him, or met him, but he seems nice. A little eccentric, but nice.”

    Sydney nodded. “Okay, well…what about the restaurant? How much damage?”

    “I had some guys come in to give me an estimate, they said about 3,000 dollars or so…but that’s just an estimate. It shouldn’t be too much though. What about you? Where were you today? I was getting worried.”

    “I know, I’m sorry. I was getting ready to leave and got called into an emergency meeting for some new project. I got here as soon as I could.”

    “That’s what I thought. Seriously Syd, you need to take a break. A few days off never did anyone any harm.”

    Sydney yawned. “Yeah, I could use a day off. I should be having one soon. Then we can have a girl’s night out. Any movies you want to see?”

    “Um…I haven’t really heard anything too exciting. There’s going to be some kind of spy movie coming out. But I’ll keep my eyes peeled. Somebody’s got to make a new chick flick sooner or later.”

    “Okay, well you keep your eyes peeled. I need some rest. It was horrible today at work. I’m going to sleep.”

    “Alright, goodnight, Syd.”


    So Sydney went into her room to get ready for bed.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Marshall unlocked his front door and was immediately attacked with kisses by an adorable puppy. Marshall picked the tiny puppy up.

    “This is Freddy,” Marshall told Will as he handed him the puppy.

    “Hello, Freddy,” Will managed in between kisses from Freddy.

    Marshall took Freddy back and set him on the floor. Then they began the tour, Freddy at their heels. They went to the kitchen, the two full bathrooms, the computer room, and Marshall’s bedroom. Then they came to a closed door.

    “This is your room,” Marshall told Will as he opened the door. “Make yourself at home.”

    “Wow,” Will said as he walked in. “This is great. Thanks again, Marshall. This means a lot to me. “

    “Your welcome, it’s no problem. Listen, I’ve got this big meeting tomorrow and I need to get some sleep. So I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Let me know if you need anything.”

    “Sure, goodnight.”


    And Marshall walked out and into his bedroom.

    Will began to get ready for bed, when he thought of something. He ran into the hallway to talk to Marshall.

    “Hey, Marshall?”


    “How did you know where to pick me up? I didn’t leave you the directions on your phone.”

    “I…I work with Sydney.”

    “At the bank?”

    “Yes, at the bank.”

    “Oh, okay, well, sorry to bother you. Goodnight.”


    So Will went back to his room. He waited a few minutes, then he called Sydney.

    “Hello?” came Sydney’s tired voice.

    “Syd, it’s me.”


    “Yeah, hey do you know a Marshall Flinkman? I’m staying with him. He says he works with you. Does he know about SD-6?”

    He heard Sydney coughing.

    “Will,” she said in a panicky voice, “You made up SD-6 when you were high.”

    “Sydney, I—“

    Then he remembered. SD-6 had probably bugged Marshall’s house, Sydney’s house, and his cell phone. SD-6 was probably listening to their conversation.

    “Just get some sleep Will. I’ll talk to you later.”

    And then she hung up.

    Will felt so stupid. He thought of all the things that might happen because of him now. Sydney could get hurt and it would be all his fault.

    Going to bed became a better and better idea, so he crawled onto the bed and within moments he was asleep.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Sydney was pacing. She was extremely tired, but after what had just happened, she couldn’t just go to sleep. She had tried to call Vaughn, but his phone was busy. So she called him again. It was busy.

    Then she took out her bug killer lipstick, and called her dad.


    “Sydney, what’s wrong?”

    “Is it on?”


    “Will just called me. He’s staying with Marshall. He called and forgot all about the bugs and everything, and he mentioned SD-6. I tried to call Vaughn, but his phone’s busy. What should we do?”

    “What is Will doing with Marshall?”

    “Francie kicked him out and somehow, Marshall and Will met before that and now Marshall offered him to stay at his house. It’s a long story.”

    “I’ll call Devlin and see what we can do. You keep trying Vaughn.”

    “Okay. How’d it go with Kat?”

    “Good, I just dropped her off. Call Vaughn. “

    They both hung up. Sydney immediately dialed Vaughn’s number. It rang ten times, but Sydney let it.

    “Vaughn here.”

    “Hey, it’s me. No Joey’s Pizza tonight…”

    She began to explain everything to him.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Devlin and Weiss were both waiting for Vaughn to get off the phone.

    “I’ll see what we can do,” he said. “Be careful.”

    Then he hung up the phone.

    “That was Sydney. She thinks that her and Marshall will be taken into SD-6 custody tomorrow morning.”

    “Why?” came Devlin’s immediate reply.

    “She got a phone call from Will Tippin. Evidently he mentioned too much on the phone. We don’t know what SD-6 heard, or if they heard anything at all.”

    “How does Flinkman come into this?”

    “Tippin is staying with him. They met earlier in the week, and Marshall offered to let him stay at his house.”

    “I’ve read Flinkman’s statement. I think we were wrong with the 2 months ‘til take down. If we work the right way, we can take them down by the end of the week.”

    “What should we do about the phone call?”

    “Nothing. We’ll have to see what happens.”


    “Agent Vaughn, this is not your decision to make. It’s mine, and I’ve made it. You might not agree with it, but it’s my decision. I—“

    His phone ringing interrupted him.

    “Yeah,” he said as he picked up the phone. He pointed to the door and Vaughn and Weiss left.

    “This is Jack. Have you heard from Sydney?”

    “Yes, she just called Vaughn.”

    “What are you going to do about it?”

    “We’re going to wait and see if Sloane takes action.”

    “This is MY daughter we’re talking about. If you don’t do something about it, I will do something myself.”

    “Jack, we’ll do something, but we need to make sure that Sloane is going to do something first. Trust me on this one.”

    “I have known Arvin Sloane for over 30 years. He will do something. I’ll call you tomorrow, and you better have a plan, or I will.”

    Devlin was about to say something, but Jack had hung up. All Devlin could hear was the dial tone. He hung up the phone, then he picked it back up.

    “Send Agent Vaughn, Agent Weiss, and some of our strategists in here. Tell them it’s urgent and to hurry.”

    “Yes, Sir.”

    A few minutes later all of them were in Devlin’s office.

    “Here’s what we’re going to do…”

    And the plan began to be put together.


    Hope you liked it! Replies would be appreciated. ^_^ :)

  8. freelancerspygirl

    freelancerspygirl Cadet

    Dec 29, 2002
    hey kristen, my name is callie. i lloved the story!! (y) you are an amazing writer! please write more! i am dying to know what is gonna happen. and e-mail me ^_^ at peachxkis@yahoo.com. bye. :D
  9. alias8000

    alias8000 Rocket Ranger

    May 26, 2003
    WOW! This is the best story I've heard in my life! You should send this story to JJ!
  10. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

    Marshall's_Tech_Emporium Rocket Ranger

    Dec 22, 2002
    ^_^ :woot: :woot: :LOL: :cool: YAY! lol wow! never heard anything like that before!

    I've started Chapter 12...actually, I've written 6 pages...hopefully I'll finish it soon! :)

    Hey, Callie! :) Glad to hear from you! :)

  11. alias8000

    alias8000 Rocket Ranger

    May 26, 2003
    *tyoing anxiously*C'mon c'mon c'mon! hurry up and post! Sorry! getting a little impatient. a good story needs time.
  12. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky
    LOL! Now you now how I feel. I'm her sister and she still won't let me read her stuff... even when I try to bait her with my own story...it just doesn't seem to work. so I'm going to say this on here, and never repeat it again, bc/ I don't want to get in trouble for actually saying it, ok?... HURRY UP KRISTIN!! there! When I get home from practice tom. I want to read, please? I love you!!!

  13. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

    Marshall's_Tech_Emporium Rocket Ranger

    Dec 22, 2002
    WOW! um....I'll try to...hurry ^_^ lol.

    Jessica.... I've read my story and YOU have not--yet! :P ha ha ha lol j/k even though it's true...

    I'll try try try try try try to hurry up! I get slow sometimes.... ^_^ lol But I don't think I'll have it done today....unless I get a move on! lol.
    I know what I need! caffeine!! :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :woot: :angelic: :woot: :woot: :woot:

    hopefully I'll finish ch 12 soon!

    The Crazy Little Nutter
  14. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky
    I got a sneak peek! yay! :jump: I love you Kristin! :) Hurry and finish it though, I want to read it all! But nooooo instead of writing you are watching "Lilo & Stitch" for the 50th time :P

  15. alias8000

    alias8000 Rocket Ranger

    May 26, 2003
    She's probably having a break. C'mon! It better be posted on Sunday or I'm gonna throw a fit! that's THREE
    days. C'MON C'MON C'MON!!!
  16. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

    Marshall's_Tech_Emporium Rocket Ranger

    Dec 22, 2002
    Yeah, you got a sneak peek when I left the room! -_- oh well....I've written more anyway! :P

    It was only the 4th time I watched Lilo and Stitch and I was sick....give me a break! ;)

    Okay! I'll try! But I don't know if I'll make it....I hope so! Just hang in there! ^_^

  17. alias8000

    alias8000 Rocket Ranger

    May 26, 2003
    you got until tomorrow!
  18. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky
    I'm posting on behalf of Kristin. She doesn't have the new chapter done yet. She got in trouble yesterday and she isn't allowed on here. When it's done I'll post it if she's still not allowed on. Sorry for the wait. It'll be worth it, I promise :)

  19. alias8000

    alias8000 Rocket Ranger

    May 26, 2003
    oh that's sad! :(

    tell her that alias8000 will wait as long as it takes to write the chapters.
  20. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

    Marshall's_Tech_Emporium Rocket Ranger

    Dec 22, 2002
    Thanks! :) I'm @ the library....my mom knows I'm on... :angelic:

    The chapter is ALMOST done!!! It's gonna be a page or two longer and I'm on p. 21....it's long! ^_^

    I'll talk to you guys....eventually.

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