Back to Reality
Disclaimer: Not mine, darnit! (Although I have contemplated kidnapping Vaughn and handcuffing him to my bed... hmmmmm).
Archive: If you'd like... just ask first :)
Summary: Syd and Vaughn are back at work after two weeks of fluffy vacation time together.
Hey everybody! I'm back. I just couldn't stay away. This is a sequel to my last story, Two Weeks. I would suggest reading that story first, so you know the background of what happened (although it was really all just fluff, fluff, and a little fluffiness thrown in for contrast). Still. Go read it. Now, Syd and Vaughn are back at work. What will happen? Beats me... I just started writing it today! I switched over to Vaughn's point of view for an exciting change of pace... and because he's a hottie (that doesn't have anything to do with the POV, but I don't care). As always, read and review. I missed getting reviews every day, which is why I started a sequel! I have no idea where this story is going, but I'm sure it'll go somewhere. Comments and suggestions are always welcome! Enjoy!
Back to Work
It was already harder than I had expected. Way harder. I sighed, watching her as she talked with a colleague across the room. She had just gotten into headquarters an hour ago, and she had been busy moving from desk to desk, saying hi to everyone, picking up files she needed. And every time I saw her, I wanted to run across the room, take her in my arms, and kiss her until neither of us could see straight.
And it was only our first day back at work. I was in big trouble.
At least I wasn't the only one. I could tell that it was affecting Sydney, too. Between friendly greetings, she'd been sending me discreet glances, a smile playing on her lips. She was deliberately avoiding me. We had both agreed to be extra careful about our actions at work, and we were both nervous about looking suspicious. And yet, it was taking everything in my power not to call out to her from across the room. She knew it, too, and the laughter in her eyes when she looked at me was definitely not helping the situation.
I missed her. It had been about six hours since I had last talked to her, last kissed her before she headed home to get ready for work. And I missed her so much it physically hurt.
I shook my head, forcing myself to return my attention to the glowing computer screen in front of me. Back to work. I had tried to distract myself from thoughts of Sydney by typing up some long-overdue mission reports, but they were boring as Hell, and so far they had only caused my mind to wander even more.
Across the room, Sydney glanced at me, again flashing that dimpled grin that I adored. I smiled to myself, recalling the time we had spent together over our brief vacation. Two weeks. An eternity, for us, anyways. And yet, it wasn't nearly enough. I wanted to spend a thousand eternities with her.
Ever since I'd first met Sydney, I knew it would be different with her. Special. I'd fallen for her that first day in the CIA building, and I'd been falling ever since.
I chuckled to myself, realizing I'd been starting at a blank computer screen for ten minutes. I squinted at the screen, trying to remember what it was I had been working on. I managed several minutes of typing before I felt a hand rest softly on my shoulder. I jumped slightly, startled from my thoughts, which had, of course, been drifting back to non-work related subjects again.
Turning around, my smile widened as my eyes fell on Sydney, who looked at me with an eyebrow quirked up questioningly, the dark aqua shirt she wore underneath her suit bringing out hints of green in her eyes that I had never noticed before.
"Getting a lot accomplished, I see," she said, nodding towards the single paragraph on my screen, a smile gracing her lips. My brow crinkled as I tried to remember when I had managed to write the paragraph. Hopeless. I was completely hopeless. I grinned.
"Can't concentrate," I replied, enjoying the feel of her hand on my shoulder, and suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to pull her into a tight hug. I pushed the feeling away. Now was not the time. Sydney nodded sympathetically at my words.
"Me either." She removed her hand, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, and I frowned slightly. But her bright smile instantly cheered me up.
"I'm really glad to see you," I say, trying to convey exactly how much I had missed her through my words. She nodded, and I grinned, glad that she understood.
"Me too," she replied. She pulled up a chair, sitting down beside me.
"How was SD-6 today?" I asked, reluctantly returning our focus to work.
"Ok," she replied. "Sloane's sending me on another mission." I smile, realizing she very well could have made a dead drop, and I could have called her later with the countermission, but instead, she had come to tell me in person. It made me feel all warm inside, knowing that she wanted to see me just as much as I wanted to see her. She handed me a slip of paper, which I accepted, skimming over her mission notes briefly. I nodded.
"Doesn't look too bad."
"No," she agreed. "Although I'm sure Sloane will insist on me wearing some crazy getup." She grinned. Sloane was notorious for his—revealing disguises.
"Hopefully no stiletto heels this time." I teased, chuckling as she smacked me lightly on the arm. We looked at each other for a moment, our eyes connecting and speaking the words we couldn't say. Eventually, she tore her eyes away from mine.
"I'd better get back to SD-6," she sighed.
I nodded. "I'll call you with your countermission as soon as I talk it over with Kendall." I smiled up at her as she stood up, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Sounds good," she replied, returning my grin. Both of us knew that our countermission meetings would take on a whole new meaning now—one of our only opportunities to be alone and really talk to each other. "Talk to you soon," she said softly, placing her hand on my shoulder once again, before turning and heading towards the door. I watched her as she left, my heart beating just a bit faster, my shoulder still warm from her fleeting touch.
I grabbed the slip of paper she had given me and headed to Kendall's office, anxious to get her countermission and hasten a private meeting.
Hope you liked... this was just kind of an intro chapter. Reviews, please!
Disclaimer: Not mine, darnit! (Although I have contemplated kidnapping Vaughn and handcuffing him to my bed... hmmmmm).
Archive: If you'd like... just ask first :)
Summary: Syd and Vaughn are back at work after two weeks of fluffy vacation time together.
Hey everybody! I'm back. I just couldn't stay away. This is a sequel to my last story, Two Weeks. I would suggest reading that story first, so you know the background of what happened (although it was really all just fluff, fluff, and a little fluffiness thrown in for contrast). Still. Go read it. Now, Syd and Vaughn are back at work. What will happen? Beats me... I just started writing it today! I switched over to Vaughn's point of view for an exciting change of pace... and because he's a hottie (that doesn't have anything to do with the POV, but I don't care). As always, read and review. I missed getting reviews every day, which is why I started a sequel! I have no idea where this story is going, but I'm sure it'll go somewhere. Comments and suggestions are always welcome! Enjoy!
Back to Work
It was already harder than I had expected. Way harder. I sighed, watching her as she talked with a colleague across the room. She had just gotten into headquarters an hour ago, and she had been busy moving from desk to desk, saying hi to everyone, picking up files she needed. And every time I saw her, I wanted to run across the room, take her in my arms, and kiss her until neither of us could see straight.
And it was only our first day back at work. I was in big trouble.
At least I wasn't the only one. I could tell that it was affecting Sydney, too. Between friendly greetings, she'd been sending me discreet glances, a smile playing on her lips. She was deliberately avoiding me. We had both agreed to be extra careful about our actions at work, and we were both nervous about looking suspicious. And yet, it was taking everything in my power not to call out to her from across the room. She knew it, too, and the laughter in her eyes when she looked at me was definitely not helping the situation.
I missed her. It had been about six hours since I had last talked to her, last kissed her before she headed home to get ready for work. And I missed her so much it physically hurt.
I shook my head, forcing myself to return my attention to the glowing computer screen in front of me. Back to work. I had tried to distract myself from thoughts of Sydney by typing up some long-overdue mission reports, but they were boring as Hell, and so far they had only caused my mind to wander even more.
Across the room, Sydney glanced at me, again flashing that dimpled grin that I adored. I smiled to myself, recalling the time we had spent together over our brief vacation. Two weeks. An eternity, for us, anyways. And yet, it wasn't nearly enough. I wanted to spend a thousand eternities with her.
Ever since I'd first met Sydney, I knew it would be different with her. Special. I'd fallen for her that first day in the CIA building, and I'd been falling ever since.
I chuckled to myself, realizing I'd been starting at a blank computer screen for ten minutes. I squinted at the screen, trying to remember what it was I had been working on. I managed several minutes of typing before I felt a hand rest softly on my shoulder. I jumped slightly, startled from my thoughts, which had, of course, been drifting back to non-work related subjects again.
Turning around, my smile widened as my eyes fell on Sydney, who looked at me with an eyebrow quirked up questioningly, the dark aqua shirt she wore underneath her suit bringing out hints of green in her eyes that I had never noticed before.
"Getting a lot accomplished, I see," she said, nodding towards the single paragraph on my screen, a smile gracing her lips. My brow crinkled as I tried to remember when I had managed to write the paragraph. Hopeless. I was completely hopeless. I grinned.
"Can't concentrate," I replied, enjoying the feel of her hand on my shoulder, and suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to pull her into a tight hug. I pushed the feeling away. Now was not the time. Sydney nodded sympathetically at my words.
"Me either." She removed her hand, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, and I frowned slightly. But her bright smile instantly cheered me up.
"I'm really glad to see you," I say, trying to convey exactly how much I had missed her through my words. She nodded, and I grinned, glad that she understood.
"Me too," she replied. She pulled up a chair, sitting down beside me.
"How was SD-6 today?" I asked, reluctantly returning our focus to work.
"Ok," she replied. "Sloane's sending me on another mission." I smile, realizing she very well could have made a dead drop, and I could have called her later with the countermission, but instead, she had come to tell me in person. It made me feel all warm inside, knowing that she wanted to see me just as much as I wanted to see her. She handed me a slip of paper, which I accepted, skimming over her mission notes briefly. I nodded.
"Doesn't look too bad."
"No," she agreed. "Although I'm sure Sloane will insist on me wearing some crazy getup." She grinned. Sloane was notorious for his—revealing disguises.
"Hopefully no stiletto heels this time." I teased, chuckling as she smacked me lightly on the arm. We looked at each other for a moment, our eyes connecting and speaking the words we couldn't say. Eventually, she tore her eyes away from mine.
"I'd better get back to SD-6," she sighed.
I nodded. "I'll call you with your countermission as soon as I talk it over with Kendall." I smiled up at her as she stood up, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Sounds good," she replied, returning my grin. Both of us knew that our countermission meetings would take on a whole new meaning now—one of our only opportunities to be alone and really talk to each other. "Talk to you soon," she said softly, placing her hand on my shoulder once again, before turning and heading towards the door. I watched her as she left, my heart beating just a bit faster, my shoulder still warm from her fleeting touch.
I grabbed the slip of paper she had given me and headed to Kendall's office, anxious to get her countermission and hasten a private meeting.
Hope you liked... this was just kind of an intro chapter. Reviews, please!