Chapter 1
Arvin Sloane. I despise that name; I despise that man. He is the reason I am sitting in this dark, miserable warehouse with my handler, instead of out doing something normal with him. Instead of., I stop myself mid sentence. The insane bastard once again decided to send me on another mission. It never ends. Don't they have other field agents at SD-6? Sometimes it feels as if Dixon and I do all the work, but this time I was going solo.
Running my finger carelessly down the edge of the crate I find myself staring into his eyes. It's so easy to get lost in them, so easy to drown in those endless pools of bright, shimmering green. He's talking, I see his mouth moving, but I don't hear a thing. My eyes wander across his face, his words forgotten. They travel down his body, taking him in slowly, but thirstily. He's taken his jacket off and I can see traces of his well- traced body under his shirt. My eyes stray to his arms, so strong and protective.
Suddenly, I realize my mistake and tear my gaze from him. I hope he hasn't noticed me staring at him. This happens too often. My mind wanders into restricted areas. I can't be thinking of this! What is wrong with me?! I have to pay attention!
"Syd?" He's interrupts me scolding myself, "did you hear anything I said in the last five minutes?" I open my mouth to speak but quickly clamp it shut again. He looks at me curiously, his forehead furrowing, drawing out those adorable forehead wrinkles. No! I can't do this again!
"Of course I heard what you were saying, or most of it anyways." I smile weakly as he shakes his head. Thank god, I sigh with relief, he's smiling as well. I love his smile, it really brings out the.. Oh great, I'm doing it again! What would you were in the presence of quite frankly the most gorgeous man whose ever breathed? Yeah, that's what I thought! God Dammit, self control woman! I sit up and make myself pay attention and he kindly begins all over again.
***
I sit on my bed and sigh. I'm usually very organized, a place for everything and everything is there, but as I look around my room I realize -- it's a mess. I propel myself around the room, picking clothes up off the floor and tossing them into the corner laundry basket. I have a few hours to get ready, and then I have to go meet with Vaughn again before my plane leaves.
*Flashback*
"The mission's not that complicated, but it we've got to keep close track of you. The tech guys are working on things to add to your outfit. So your going to have to come by again before your flight leaves." He ran a hand through his hair and smiled at me. "Since your stopping by later, I'll give you most of the details about the counter mission then." I nodded and grabbed my purse.
"See you later then, Vaughn"
"Yeah Syd, see you in a bit"
*End flashback*
An hour later I looked around the room satisfied. It neat and clean the way, it way it should be. My suitcase was packed and ready to go. I picked up the laundry basket and carried it to the laundry room, setting it down on the dryer. After placing the clothes in the machine I put the basket away and wandered into my bathroom. I had to get ready to leave now. I took a quick refreshing shower and slipped on some comfortable clothes. On my way out of the bathroom I paused at the mirror. I looked simple, wearing just some lip gloss, a little bit of eyeshade, and some mascara, but something told me to go make myself "beautiful". So I did, I applied my normal amount of makeup; the whole time feeling a little guilty because I knew part of it was just to impress him.
After satisfied with my makeup, I gently folded my outfit for the mission and placed it in my gym bag. Vaughn said we were going to be using a lot of tech, and I should get ready there. I put on my coat and hang the gym bag on my shoulder. Picking up my suitcase and keys, I left the house and headed for my car.
***
I walked into the warehouse, my sneakers made no noise as I approached Vaughn, unlike the usual clicking of heels. I seemed to have caught him by surprise, but he smiled, greeting me. I looked around and noticed that there were some things in the room that had not been there before. When Vaughn said he would bring the necessaries I didn't realize it would be this much. A divider was set up in the corner by some boxes and a full- length mirror stood nearby.
"How did you get all of this in here?" How could he get such large objects in without being noticed?
"I have my ways," he chuckled when he saw the look on my face. "Actually, I found the divider in one of the back rooms and the mirror wasn't too hard to get in here." He smiled.
"Oh, okay," he called me over towards a table. Slowly, he pulled a garment off of it.
"You need to wear this under your dress." He held up a black slip and blushed.
"What does it do?" The words left my lips slowly jumbled together. He blushed more deeply.
"Well," he cleared his throat, "it is made of a special material that will let you pass through the security scan without setting anything off; you'll need it for tracker." I looked at him and nodded my head, allowing him to continue. He picked up another object off of the table.
"This necklace is the actual tracker, just slip it on and we'll be able to know your position the whole time." I was a bit confused.
"Why is it so important that you know my position?"
"So we can see where in the house you are retrieving the intel. We want to pinpoint the home and keep track of it." He put the necklace back down and picked up a pair of satin gloves. "We got some new intel that SD-6 does not have. In order to gain access to Rodriguez's office you need his handprint. I believe you've used something like this before?" I nodded my head in confirmation, "Ok then, you know what to do." He smirks and makes sure I understood, "that's it then, you can go get dressed behind the divider and then we can take a look in the mirror."
"Alright," I picked the items off of the table and stepped behind the divider. For a moment I just stood there, silent, and listened to the quiet around me. Peeking around the divider I could see Vaughn sitting in the plastic chair, waiting for me to finish. I slid behind the divider once again, and slowly, began removing my clothes.
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God no! You sick-minded people out there.. ;) Did you guys like this? There's more details about the mission coming, don't worry.everything will be explained.
Arvin Sloane. I despise that name; I despise that man. He is the reason I am sitting in this dark, miserable warehouse with my handler, instead of out doing something normal with him. Instead of., I stop myself mid sentence. The insane bastard once again decided to send me on another mission. It never ends. Don't they have other field agents at SD-6? Sometimes it feels as if Dixon and I do all the work, but this time I was going solo.
Running my finger carelessly down the edge of the crate I find myself staring into his eyes. It's so easy to get lost in them, so easy to drown in those endless pools of bright, shimmering green. He's talking, I see his mouth moving, but I don't hear a thing. My eyes wander across his face, his words forgotten. They travel down his body, taking him in slowly, but thirstily. He's taken his jacket off and I can see traces of his well- traced body under his shirt. My eyes stray to his arms, so strong and protective.
Suddenly, I realize my mistake and tear my gaze from him. I hope he hasn't noticed me staring at him. This happens too often. My mind wanders into restricted areas. I can't be thinking of this! What is wrong with me?! I have to pay attention!
"Syd?" He's interrupts me scolding myself, "did you hear anything I said in the last five minutes?" I open my mouth to speak but quickly clamp it shut again. He looks at me curiously, his forehead furrowing, drawing out those adorable forehead wrinkles. No! I can't do this again!
"Of course I heard what you were saying, or most of it anyways." I smile weakly as he shakes his head. Thank god, I sigh with relief, he's smiling as well. I love his smile, it really brings out the.. Oh great, I'm doing it again! What would you were in the presence of quite frankly the most gorgeous man whose ever breathed? Yeah, that's what I thought! God Dammit, self control woman! I sit up and make myself pay attention and he kindly begins all over again.
***
I sit on my bed and sigh. I'm usually very organized, a place for everything and everything is there, but as I look around my room I realize -- it's a mess. I propel myself around the room, picking clothes up off the floor and tossing them into the corner laundry basket. I have a few hours to get ready, and then I have to go meet with Vaughn again before my plane leaves.
*Flashback*
"The mission's not that complicated, but it we've got to keep close track of you. The tech guys are working on things to add to your outfit. So your going to have to come by again before your flight leaves." He ran a hand through his hair and smiled at me. "Since your stopping by later, I'll give you most of the details about the counter mission then." I nodded and grabbed my purse.
"See you later then, Vaughn"
"Yeah Syd, see you in a bit"
*End flashback*
An hour later I looked around the room satisfied. It neat and clean the way, it way it should be. My suitcase was packed and ready to go. I picked up the laundry basket and carried it to the laundry room, setting it down on the dryer. After placing the clothes in the machine I put the basket away and wandered into my bathroom. I had to get ready to leave now. I took a quick refreshing shower and slipped on some comfortable clothes. On my way out of the bathroom I paused at the mirror. I looked simple, wearing just some lip gloss, a little bit of eyeshade, and some mascara, but something told me to go make myself "beautiful". So I did, I applied my normal amount of makeup; the whole time feeling a little guilty because I knew part of it was just to impress him.
After satisfied with my makeup, I gently folded my outfit for the mission and placed it in my gym bag. Vaughn said we were going to be using a lot of tech, and I should get ready there. I put on my coat and hang the gym bag on my shoulder. Picking up my suitcase and keys, I left the house and headed for my car.
***
I walked into the warehouse, my sneakers made no noise as I approached Vaughn, unlike the usual clicking of heels. I seemed to have caught him by surprise, but he smiled, greeting me. I looked around and noticed that there were some things in the room that had not been there before. When Vaughn said he would bring the necessaries I didn't realize it would be this much. A divider was set up in the corner by some boxes and a full- length mirror stood nearby.
"How did you get all of this in here?" How could he get such large objects in without being noticed?
"I have my ways," he chuckled when he saw the look on my face. "Actually, I found the divider in one of the back rooms and the mirror wasn't too hard to get in here." He smiled.
"Oh, okay," he called me over towards a table. Slowly, he pulled a garment off of it.
"You need to wear this under your dress." He held up a black slip and blushed.
"What does it do?" The words left my lips slowly jumbled together. He blushed more deeply.
"Well," he cleared his throat, "it is made of a special material that will let you pass through the security scan without setting anything off; you'll need it for tracker." I looked at him and nodded my head, allowing him to continue. He picked up another object off of the table.
"This necklace is the actual tracker, just slip it on and we'll be able to know your position the whole time." I was a bit confused.
"Why is it so important that you know my position?"
"So we can see where in the house you are retrieving the intel. We want to pinpoint the home and keep track of it." He put the necklace back down and picked up a pair of satin gloves. "We got some new intel that SD-6 does not have. In order to gain access to Rodriguez's office you need his handprint. I believe you've used something like this before?" I nodded my head in confirmation, "Ok then, you know what to do." He smirks and makes sure I understood, "that's it then, you can go get dressed behind the divider and then we can take a look in the mirror."
"Alright," I picked the items off of the table and stepped behind the divider. For a moment I just stood there, silent, and listened to the quiet around me. Peeking around the divider I could see Vaughn sitting in the plastic chair, waiting for me to finish. I slid behind the divider once again, and slowly, began removing my clothes.
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God no! You sick-minded people out there.. ;) Did you guys like this? There's more details about the mission coming, don't worry.everything will be explained.
