Agent Sydney Bristow

“I love my drawer.”

I’m back

Vaughn, why are you wearing that ring?

Why was the date so bad?

Who are you working for? I will not ask you again.

Pairing I Hate:

“I heard rumors of gods and goddesses actually existing and thought that it couldn’t be true.” She held the woman’s stare. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

Loki raised her head slightly, as she tried assessing whether or not the woman before her was a threat. “Indeed we do. Perhaps in greater number than you’d want to know.”

"You're right. I probably don't want to know. I have enough problems with humans, dead and alive. A large number of gods and goddess causing mischief wouldn't make my day easier."

I’m Sydney Bristow. And you are?

“Ariadne, Agent Bristow. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Ariadne. Can I help you with anything today?"

Honestly, I didn’t even know we had a Linguistics department until a few days ago. Otherwise I would have brought you these files as soon as I got here. All of them were written by a man named Milo Rambaldi. His work is becoming a thorn in my side and I’d like to know what these say.

Well, you’re here now. Better late than not at all, right? So Milo Rambaldi? The 15th century philosopher, correct?

That's the man. Obsessed with living forever and some stupid prophecy. Honestly, I wish I had never heard that man's name before. He's caused nothing but trouble from beyond the grave.

Maybe, maybe not. I’m not exactly…how did they describe it? “Mentally fit for field duty” or something like that. As much as I wanted out of the CIA, I miss going out in the field for them.

Don’t I know it. I think as long as you two keep remembering why you’re together, you’ll be fine. Job hassles or no job hassles.

It gets a little easier. Almost dying is never fun, but sometimes there's little we can do to avoid it. We all need people to anchor us to reality so when we go back to those almost dying moments, we have somebody to remind us that we're fine.

Are you Deputy Director Hill or did I wander into the wrong place again?

I am. You’re in the right place. You’re Agent Bristow, correct?

Yes, I am. CIA transfer. Just thought I'd drop in and see if there was anything I needed to do.