Two Weeks
By Sarah
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I wish that Vaughn was... but he isn't, and I guess it's ok
as long as Sydney gets him.
We met in the warehouse, like we always do. I, just off work, was dressed in a
black dress suit that did little else but make me look severe, and very, very tired. Vaughn
was dressed in a grey suit, similar to the ones he wore every day. His eyes, looking sad,
like they did all too often, were cast downward toward the shiny Oxford shoes on his feet.
Same place, same clothes, same inevitable situation. Alone, but always afraid of being
watched. Life in hiding. I sighed softly. It was the story of our lives, I guess.
"Hey," I said as I walked into the gloomy room. He jerked his head up at my
voice. Obviously, he hadn't heard me come in, unusual for him, since he was normally ready with a greeting the second he heard my footsteps in the building. "Sorry," I
said, smiling at the sheepish look on his face. Like a kid caught with his hand in the
cookie jar. "Didn't mean to startle you."
"No- you didn't," he said, too quickly. "I was just thinking."
"Obviously," I said, smiling slightly. I wondered what subject had him thinking that hard. What if someone else had walked into the warehouse? He could have been dead by now. The thought sent a chill through my body. I shook my head slighly. "Mind if I ask what about?" He glanced at me.
"Nothing… nothing," he muttered, shaking his head and forcing cheerfulness
into his voice. He paused, looked at me again, and then returned his gaze to the floor. He was avoiding the subject. "I got word on your next mission," he said, back to business.
Here it comes. I sighed. Where would they send me now? Serbia? Moscow? What kind of skimpy outfit would I have to squeeze into this time? I groaned, sitting heavily on a nearby steel table. "Syd?" He asked, concerned at my silence.
"Yeah," I muttered. "Where to this time?" I asked, picking at
the cuff of my suit coat.
"Nowhere," he said, his eyes finally tearing themselves from the floor and making
contact with mine.
"What?" I asked, partly startled by his words, and partly distracted by his green
eyes.
"They're not sending you anywhere, Sydney. They're giving you two weeks paid
vacation." Vaughn laughed, his smile genuine this time. "Well deserved vacation, I
might add."
I stared at him, stunned into silence.
"Wow," I said after a moment.
"I know," Vaughn replied. I slowly began to smile as the news sank in.
"This is so great! Wait until I tell Francie! She's been dying to have me help out
at the restaurant." I stood, gathering my things, my excitement building. I paused though, before heading to the door. "How?" I asked. Vaughn chuckled.
"I know some people. Devlin took a little convincing. After all, you are the CIA's golden girl these days." He smiled at me. "I asked your dad to talk to Sloane." I beamed at him as he continued. "The way I see it, you deserve two years of vacation.
But there's a limit even to my powers." I laughed, and his eyes brightened. "Have a
good two weeks, Syd."
"See you," I replied. "And Vaughn…"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"My pleasure, Sydney," he replied.
I left him sitting in the warehouse alone.
Stay tuned for future chapters!
And please review!
By Sarah
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I wish that Vaughn was... but he isn't, and I guess it's ok
as long as Sydney gets him.
We met in the warehouse, like we always do. I, just off work, was dressed in a
black dress suit that did little else but make me look severe, and very, very tired. Vaughn
was dressed in a grey suit, similar to the ones he wore every day. His eyes, looking sad,
like they did all too often, were cast downward toward the shiny Oxford shoes on his feet.
Same place, same clothes, same inevitable situation. Alone, but always afraid of being
watched. Life in hiding. I sighed softly. It was the story of our lives, I guess.
"Hey," I said as I walked into the gloomy room. He jerked his head up at my
voice. Obviously, he hadn't heard me come in, unusual for him, since he was normally ready with a greeting the second he heard my footsteps in the building. "Sorry," I
said, smiling at the sheepish look on his face. Like a kid caught with his hand in the
cookie jar. "Didn't mean to startle you."
"No- you didn't," he said, too quickly. "I was just thinking."
"Obviously," I said, smiling slightly. I wondered what subject had him thinking that hard. What if someone else had walked into the warehouse? He could have been dead by now. The thought sent a chill through my body. I shook my head slighly. "Mind if I ask what about?" He glanced at me.
"Nothing… nothing," he muttered, shaking his head and forcing cheerfulness
into his voice. He paused, looked at me again, and then returned his gaze to the floor. He was avoiding the subject. "I got word on your next mission," he said, back to business.
Here it comes. I sighed. Where would they send me now? Serbia? Moscow? What kind of skimpy outfit would I have to squeeze into this time? I groaned, sitting heavily on a nearby steel table. "Syd?" He asked, concerned at my silence.
"Yeah," I muttered. "Where to this time?" I asked, picking at
the cuff of my suit coat.
"Nowhere," he said, his eyes finally tearing themselves from the floor and making
contact with mine.
"What?" I asked, partly startled by his words, and partly distracted by his green
eyes.
"They're not sending you anywhere, Sydney. They're giving you two weeks paid
vacation." Vaughn laughed, his smile genuine this time. "Well deserved vacation, I
might add."
I stared at him, stunned into silence.
"Wow," I said after a moment.
"I know," Vaughn replied. I slowly began to smile as the news sank in.
"This is so great! Wait until I tell Francie! She's been dying to have me help out
at the restaurant." I stood, gathering my things, my excitement building. I paused though, before heading to the door. "How?" I asked. Vaughn chuckled.
"I know some people. Devlin took a little convincing. After all, you are the CIA's golden girl these days." He smiled at me. "I asked your dad to talk to Sloane." I beamed at him as he continued. "The way I see it, you deserve two years of vacation.
But there's a limit even to my powers." I laughed, and his eyes brightened. "Have a
good two weeks, Syd."
"See you," I replied. "And Vaughn…"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"My pleasure, Sydney," he replied.
I left him sitting in the warehouse alone.
Stay tuned for future chapters!
And please review!