Sweet Seduction

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This fic goes out to my great friend Winifred. Thanks for everything!

Sweet Seduction. . .

Julian Sark strode down the long corridor.
He was going to meet his new handler for his first mission ever.
He had been training with the KGB for over eight years and had been waiting for this moment for so long.
He longed to be sent out in the field.
He took a deep breath before opening the door.
"Mr Sark. Its good to see you." Alexander Khasinow greeted him.
He returned the greeting with a curt nod.
"Take a seat." Khasinow indicated to the chair in front of his desk.
Sark clasped his palms on the sides of the chair trying to quell his excitement.
Khasinow threw a file at him.
"That is going to be your first assignment." He said.
Sark's brow knitted as he studied the file.
Nadia Santos.
Now Nadia Sanchez. Married to Eric Sanchez a high ranking officer of the CIA.
"You are to seduce her. Gain as many secrets from her as possible regarding her husband.
Then you are to kill him."
Sark looked up at this.
He had commited murder many times before. . .But seducing a beautiful woman and then killing her husband. . .almost as ridiculous as this might sound it seemed immoral.
"There are exactly eight members of the CIA that have to be assinated.
Mr Sanchez is in contact with all of those eight.
You will follow Sanchez and when the time is right you will assinated each one of them."
Khasinow completed.
Sark nodded slowly.
He should probably be feeling elated.
After all Khasinow was handing him a mission that normally would have only been given to higher ups in the KGB. And this was only his first mission.
Sark stood up.
"When do i begin?." he asked.
Khasinow gave him a rare smile.
"Today. . . "


yeah i know its not like the usual stuff i write. . .normally Sv romance is my thing
But i just wanted to try something new so anyways. . . Please review.
 
eee! almost fangirl moment here!! (... okay I am having a fangirl moment here... )

continue and just PM me - I ahve PM'ed with suggestions as you'll see...
 
So, if Sark is to kill Nadia's husband and 7 other CIA officials, I wonder who they'll be? Jack, Sydney and Vaughn possibly?

Thanks for the PM.

Chris
 
1. Syd
2. Vaughn
3. Jack
4.Marshall
5. Dixon
6. Will?
7. Rachel or Tom (or is this old seasons)
7.5. Sloane (but hes evil
OR NADIA

so am kinda right?
 
Hey an update. . I hope this lives up to your expectations. . .

Sweet Seduction. . . Part Two.

Nadia hated going to the weekly county club meetings.
But then if you had a really rich husband and lived in the upper class area of Hollywood Highfield then it was your formal duty to put a big smile on your lipsticked lips, get a manicure and basically show your face to the other woman living in the Highfield area.
Indulging in ridiculous gossip and discussing when they were going to have some charity banquet with woman who had brains the size of a pea was certainly not Nadia's cup of tea.
So it was with a grimace that Nadia parked her BMW coupe outside the stylish meeting place.
When she entered most of the woman were already there.
Some of them especially the older ones shot her looks of disapproval because unlike all the other woman there who were dressed in stylish two piece linen suits Nadia was dressed in a black sleek spaghetti strapped dress.
Nadia never could seem to fit in with them.
They were gathered at separate tables drinking light wine.
As Nadia approached the one table where Sandra Hughs and Tracy Mathews were sitting she heard them whispering something amongst themselves.
"Did you know that Nadia's Eric is having an affair with Tiffany Beacon that cheap girl who is a part time swimsuit model. ." Sandra said her bright green eyes shining with excitement at telling her best friend the latest gossip.
Nadia froze her face burning with humiliation.
That bastard.
She knew he was having an affair. . . But the fact that everyone was gossiping about it made Nadia seeth.
She slowly inhaled a deep breath and advanced on the table.
Sandra and Tracy quickly stopped talking.
"Hi Nadia! How are you." Sandra greeted smiling.
"Fine thanks. And yourselves?"
'Actually im Just PEACHEY!' Nadia thought while struggling to keep the placid smile on her face.
She took the seat next to them.
After an agonising ten minutes the head of the club Melissa Starling tapped a spoon against her wine glass in an attempt to get everyones attention.
"As you must know we have been having many bake sales at the local school in an attempt to raise funds for the under privledged children. However we have planned for tonight a dinner banquet for the raising of funds as well." Melissa said as she primly tucked a invisble strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
Nadia barely stifled a groan.
A Banquet.
She hated Banquets.
Now she would get further embarassed as Eric try to chat up every waitress and attractive woman in the room. . .
This was going to be a nightmare.
The life that Nadia led. . . The life of the so called rich and famous was actually a miserable lonely life. . . .
****
Sark observed all of the cars parked in the lot.
He immediately guessed which car was Nadia's.
He silently disabled the alarm and set to work on the car. . .
****
Cursing Nadia jammed her keys in the ignition and peeled away from the country club.
She felt utterly frustrated with life. . .Utterly angry at Eric. . . A swimsuit model.
Great. Just great!
She was on route 66 traveling at 200kms when her car began to sputter.
She stared in disbelief as her the gauge slowed and the car stalled.
She tried to start the car again but it was dead.
She smashed her hand against the wheel.
Dammit! She was stuck on a deserted highway with dense forests on either side of the road and no houses.
She hunted around in her bag for her cell phone but it wasnt there.
She'd forgotten it at home.
She shivered.
The sun was setting. . . Soon it would be dark. . . And she was alone.
Just then a black Mercedes coupe drove past.
She quickly jumped out and desperately hailed for the car to stop.
The car slowed and Nadia sighed in relief.
A man got out and approached her.
"My car broke down." Nadia said simply as she drank him in.
He had soft blonde curly hair . . The kind of hair any woman would die to just bury her hands in. . .
Clear blue eyes the colour of the ocean. . .
Pale slightly crooked lips that were made for nibbling on. . .
And a black suit that was tailored to fit showing him off in a rather attractive way.
Sark noticed her staring and returned the favour by studying her slim long legs. . . and the way the straps of her dress lay dimunitive shoulders. . .
His gaze feel on the quality curve of her breasts.
She looked ravishing without being in the least bit trashy.
"Perhaps i could take a look. . ." Sark offered.
This snapped her out of her reverie and she nodded and opened the bonnet for him.
He leaned over touching a few parts of the engine that were all foreign to Nadia's knowledge.
"You dont look like you would normally be fixing cars." Nadia mused.
Sark turned to her with a brilliant smile.
"Im a man of many things Ms . . ?"
"Sanchez. Nadia Sanchez." she smiled back.
"And you are?" she asked.
"Julian Sark." he said as he stepped back from the car.
She tried to start the car and the engine immediatly came to life.
She turned around to face him in amazement.
"How did you do that?" she wondered aloud.
He smirked.
"I am a man of many talents Ms Sanchez. . ." he drifted off a implication there.
She shivered slightly.
"Are you new here? I havent ever seen you around" Nadia asked as she leaned against the car the sun catching the golden highlights in her hair.
"Do you make it a habit to know all the men of Highfield?" Sark asked amused.
She quirked her upper lip.
"You cant answer a question with another question." she pointed out.
He stared at her for a brief moment his eyes locked on her challenging brown eyes.
"I just got a transfer to the bank Credit Dauphine. Im living in the Mason Mews block of apartments." he said.
"Even Eric couldnt afford that place." Nadia muttered under her breath.
She almost reluctantly got into her car.
"Thanks for your help." she said.
"Anytime. . . I hope i see you around soon. . . ."
Nadia smiled enjoying the sound of that.
Sark watched her drive off.
Everything had gone exactly to plan.
And he anyway he had a certain banquet to attend. . . A place where he knew Nadia would be as well. . .
Perhaps seducing her was going to be even more plesant than he had expected. . . .

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Perhaps seducing her was going to be even more plesant than he had expected. . . .
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Actually, I don't think seducing her is going to be much of a problem. She's married to a cheating husband. If anything, Sark should set it up that Eric gets caught- in the most embarrassing situation possible. Nadia would then come running to him.

Thanks for the PM.

Chris
 
Hey. . .The update!

Sweet Seduction. Part Three.

Micheal Vaughn stared glumly at the elegantly dressed woman and men who were chatting and mingling in the fancy banquet hall.
He ajusted his tie feeling decidely uncomfortable around these snobbish people.
"Did we have to come here?" he grumbled to Sydney.
Sydney placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You know i couldnt get out of this. . .Nadia insisted we come. . You know how she hates these social gatherings. . "
"No kidding." Micheal muttered
glaring.
Sydney laughed tinkeringly and Micheal found a much better place for his attentions.
"I love the way that dress looks on you. . ." he murmured admiring her.
She was wearing a red satin dress which draped elegantly over her.
Sydney blushed prettily.
***
"So Nadia! How is Eric!" Natasha Storms asked Nadia brightly.
"Oh he's right over there. . " Nadia gestured to where Eric was standing chatting to another couple.
"Oh well, give him my regards." Natasha smiled a fake bright grin and walked away.
Nadia felt distinctly relieved.
She hated socialising with a bunch of pretentious snobs.
She scanned the room desperately searching for her sister and Vaughn when her eyes met a pair of startling blue eyes across the room.
Nadia felt her heart speed up. . .And her eyes widened.
Julian? What was he doing here? Not that she was complaining. . .
He walked up the stairs and joined her where she stood on the balcony watching the crowd below.
"Nadia. . .What a pleasure seeing you here. . " Sark slowly picked up her delicate hand and kissed it.
Nadia watched him a shiver running through her as his lips touched her bare flesh.
"I didnt think you would be here. . ." Nadia said her voice a sounding more breathless then she intended.
"So i would dare to presume you are married to Mr Sanchez. . Eric?" Sark asked.
She tried to smile.
"Yes. . .And might i ask where your partner is. . ?" Nadia said her lips quirking a smile.
Sark laughed softly.
"Ahh . . My partner is not going to be able to join me to any solcial events anymore. . ."
"And why is that?" Nadia asked curious.
"I came home from the bank one day a little early. . . Lauren was conducting a deal with someone from the company she works at. . ."
Nadia frowned.
"Does that mean she's too busy. . ."
"This is the part i neglected to tell you. . .She was conducting a business deal. . .In our bed." Sark completed.
Nadia gasped.
"Oh god! Im sorry that must have been terrible!"
Sark just laughed his hand resting close to hers on the ornate wooden balustrade.
"She was quick to inform me that the deed was very important to her new business venture. . .Then i kind of called her a whore seeing as she seemed to be justifying selling herself. . "
Nadia threw back her head laughing at that.
Sark smiled watching her, glad that he had put a smile on her beautiful face.
"Im sorry. . .Its just . . Well thats hilarious. . ." Nadia gasped with laughter.
Sark shook his head.
"I never really did like her. . ." Sark laughed.
Just then a the band began to play a soft piano ballad and couples began to slowdance.
"May i?" Sark asked gracefully taking her hand.
Nadia smiled as he led her downstairs to the dancing area.
She briefly wondered what her husband would think if he saw them together. . .
He would probably go ballistic. .
"So do you have any other occupation. . .Other than looking extremely beautiful. ." Sark asked softly as they moved with the music.
Nadia blushed her breath hitching slightly as his hip brushed hers. . .
Her eyes shut briefly as his hand tightened around her.
Just a mild touch from him seemed to set her every nerve on edge. . .
What was it about him that made her feel this way?
***
A Few Hours Later. . .
Sark watched through his binoculars as a old man stepped out of his car and walked towards the restaurant door.
Sark was lying flat on his stomach a sniper rifle in his hand his slender finger on the trigger.
Nothing in the entire world could compare to this.
This feeling.
The excitement and anticipation raced through him at the prospect of the kill. . .
In this moment Sark felt like he was playing God.
The target a man by the name of Robert Lindsey was irrelvenant.
No names ever mattered to an assassin.
Sark drew in a slow measured breath his mind and body becoming one with the silenced sniper rifle.
Robert Lindsey walked up to the door to the restaurant, his hand reaching for the door knob. . .
Sark pulled the trigger. . .
And watched as a dark red spot appeared on Lindsey's white shirt.
Lindsey clutching the spot where the bullet had embedded itself perfectly in his heart, and as if in slow motion he fell to the floor.
People were screaming. . . As they all flocked to Lindsey. . .
Sark watched a strange sickenening thrill working through him as he watched his target die.
Only after Lindsey stopped moving did he pack up his sniper rifle and make his way out of the abandoned building across the restaurant.
'One down. Seven more to go. . . '

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I can't help it I'm hoping Sark gets the girl. I'm thinking Nadia feels the same way. :angelic: Also, I can't feel sorry for Robert Lindsey- never liked the guy.

Thanks for the PM.

Chris
 
Yeah Robert Lindsey was always a pain in Sydney's neck. . . I really disliked him in season three. :smiley:
im glad you like the Sark/Nadia romance angle. :smiley: :smiley:
 
Chapter Four.

Sark was sitting rather peacefully in his office at Credit Dauphine and perusing files on his next target when there was a polite knock on the door.
"Come in." he called out.
It was his secetary Tracy Cummings.
"Sorry to disturb you Mr Sark but theres a woman here who insists on seeing you right away." Tracy said apologetically.
Sark hid a smile.
He was pretty sure he knew who the insistant woman was.
"Please show her in." he instructed and a surprised Tracy exited his office.
A minute later Nadia sashayed into his office her light rose perfume swirling plesantly.
He studied her appreciatively for a moment.
She wore a sleeveless baby pink jersey fabric dress which ended below her knees with a matching pink silk head band pulling her silky brown hair away from her face.
She sat down in the seat across from him grinning almost impishly.
"Im glad you agreed see me on such short notice Julian." she said twisting her hands in her lap almost nervously.
He smiled. "Do you think i could even refuse?"
She blushed at that looking away.
"I was wondering if i could get a job. Here." she blurted out suddenly and he nearly choked on the sip of water he was drinking.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Women of this area normally. . "
"Normally spend the entire day indulging in sick gossip and getting their hands manicured for the hundred'th time in one week. Oh and dont forget the important appointment at the salon." Nadia cut in sarcastically.
Sark's lips quirked a smile.
He had known from the start that Nadia was special.
That she wasnt the typical trophy wife.
"If i arranged you a place here it wouldnt be the most in the most highest of positions." Sark warned her.
She just shook her head.
"I dont care. . . As long as i can save myself from going brain dead then i'll take whatever Position you can offer me. . "
Sark pondered this for a moment.
"How about we get together for dinner tonight and finalise a fair deal?" he said smoothly.
Nadia smiled. "I'd love that."
***
Nadia was still only preparing supper when Eric came home early.
He slammed the front door and uncerimoniously dumped his coat and briefcase on the table.
Loosening his tie he didnt even bother to greet her as he sat down at the table.
She kept her silence annoyed at his rude behaviour.
But then she should probably be use to it by now. . .
"For Christs sake Nadia cant you ever have supper ready on time!" he exploded making her jump slightly.
Her lips thinned in a straight line as she approached the dining table with the various dishes in her hand.
She stood for a moment watching with contempt as he began to eat not even bothering to wait for her.
"Im getting a job." she announced without premble.
He glared up at her.
"Now why the hell would you want to do that for? Women who live here dont. ."
"I Dont CARE what other women do. Im sick of living this mundane stupid life." she snapped.
'And im sick and tired of being treated like dirt, by you.' she added silently.
A creul smile touched his lips.
"Do you think you're going to find some kind of independance?" he leered sarcastically.
She just shook her head sick and tired of arguing.
"In case you might have forgotten I Own YOU. You could never earn enough like i do to live this life. . ." he said gesturing around the elite kitchen.
Nadia bristled at his harsh words and turned her back on him as she went to retrive the last dish from the oven.
God. She couldnt believe him!
He was so egotistical and self centred that it was nearly unbearable living with him. . ."
"And honey dont stay up for me cos im going to a friend and wont be back till late." he called out to her.
She knew who his so called friend would be. . .
That cheap swimsuit model at any guess.
Well perhaps it would be for the best. . .
After all she was having dinner later with Julian. . .
It took all of her self restraint to not snap back at him that he shouldnt wait up for her either. . .
***
It started out as a normal evening for Arvin Sloane that night.
He sat at the table drinking wine before the meal his rather reluctant dinner partner glaring at him.
Jack Bristow.
"You know Jack there has been so many times when i have worried for Sydney. . .Almost as if she were my own daughter!" Sloane said leaning forward and clasping his hands together enthusiastically.
Jack clenched his teeth barely restraining himself from reaching across the narrow table and wringing Sloane's wrinked neck.
That man had hurt his precious Sydney on so many occasions in the past that Jack couldnt even begin to count them.
"I know Sydney is still hurting from that rather unfortunate incident with that man Danny. ." Sloane continued oblivious to Jack's emotions.
"Infact she has down right made it clear that she wants some kind of revenge. ."
'You dont Say.' Jack thought darkly as he remembered how many times Sydney had told him about how she fantasized killing Sloane in cold blood.
"Excuse me. . I have to go the rest room." Sloane said as he got up and made his way to the mens room much to Jack's relief.
Sloane was humming a tune under his breath when he by accident brushed shoulders with a younger man who was exiting the restroom.
"Oh im sorry. Excuse me." the man said politely his accent british.
Sloane just glared at him and walked past not noticing the small silver device which had been planted on the corner of his shoulder. . .
**
Sark smiled as he returned from the rest room his mission accomplished and watched Nadia as she studied the menu intently a strand of her brown hair falling in her face.
The candle light made her face glow radiently her eyes sparkling as she turned to face him.
"Everything on this menu contains a million calories." she grinned at him.
"Ah but Ms Sanchez i thought you told me youre not one of those types." Sark teased her.
She blushed.
"Normally im not. . ."
Just then the sound of a car alarm pieced the air.
An irritated looking Sloane emerged from the rest room and hurried out to the car park to switch of his car alarm.
Sark felt a tingle of excitement course through him as he surreptiously pressed a hidden button on his tie.
The following explosion was loud enough for everyone in the exclusive restaurant to hear. . .
Nadia stood up from her seat looking worried.
"What was that Julian?" she asked looking almost scared.
"Oh im Sure its nothing. . . . Probably just a troublesome car . ." he said reassuringly holding her arm.
He off course failed to tell her that he had just blown up in the most torturous of ways her very own biological father.
And as sick as it would have sounded he Enjoyed doing it.
After all Arvin Sloane was never a good man?

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Bu-bye Sloane. You'll be missed...NOT!!!!

Would it be too cruel if I said, I hope Sark's next victim was Eric? Maybe Sark can pay the model to help!

Thanks for the PM.

Chris
 
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