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Closure

By Alison

D/C: I don't own anything here except the plot. ABC, JJ Abrams, Bad Robot, and people who are luckier than me own them. But, if they'd like to lend out Michael Vartan to me, I won't refuse…

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It's been almost twenty years.

Twenty years of the pain, the sadness, the incompleteness.

Twenty years of never finding out who did it or why or how they could do something this horrible, this evil.

My mom never fully recovered. I never asked her about it. I tried once when I was younger, after about three months had passed. She burst into tears and fled from the room.

I never asked her about it again.

All I knew was that someone had done this to her, to me, to the families of all those other CIA agents. And I wanted to make them pay. That's why I joined the CIA in the first place. My mom cried again when I told her. She thought that something would happen to me like it did my father.

But I had to. I had this thirst for revenge. When I finally got assigned to the SD-6 part of the CIA, I thought I was getting closer. And closer.

Little did I know how close I was.

All those meeting in the safehouse, or in some other random point in the city, talking to this woman, and all the while not even having a clue that her mother murdered my father. Little did I know how our lives were so entwined in this job, this mission to bring down SD-6.

A day ago I was just her handler, some guy that she could tell her life to, her whole life. Now I'm the son of a man that her mother murdered in cold blood.

All those years of wondering. Who or why or how. And now, as I'm sitting here in the meeting room all alone, watching Sydney leave and everyone else file out behind her, I finger the books. The death books. The books that had my father's name in it.

And I know only one thing for certain.

I don't have to wonder anymore.

And I finally have closure.

FIN

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