Author: Caroline
Rating: PG-13
Category: S/V shippyness
Summary: Sydney's apartment has been ransacked, leading her to turn to a friend
Disclaimer: Really, if I owned them would I be writing fan fiction?
Notes: I got the title from the song "Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot.
"Francie!" Sydney called out from the other side of the doorway. "Open up!" Sydney had three bags of groceries in her hand and didn't much feel like dropping them just to fish for her house key.
Silence
"Ugh, she's in Aruba with Charlie looking for possible honeymoon spots, just great." Sydney said to herself as she put down all of her groceries to search her bag for her key. "Bingo!" She said as the door flew open and she bent down to retrieve her parcels.
Groceries in hand, she stepped inside and immediately dropped them on the floor, she faintly heard the crash of the spaghetti sauce jar. She looked around at her house, the furniture was upside down, a few dishes were strewn on the floor, everything, just everything was all over the place.
Sydney's heart stopped as she had a brief flashback of the day she found Danny in the bathtub, dead. "Oh God, oh God..." was all that she could mutter. She walked slowly to the bathroom, and peaked in, she was relieved to find it empty, with the exception of some bottles of Midol and Tylenol strewn on the floor.
She could take it anymore, she grabbed her purse that she had dropped on the floor with her grocery bundles and ran out of the house, slamming the door behind her. She got into her SUV and just drove off, she didn't know where she was heading, and she didn't really care. All she knew is that she didn't want to be in that house tonight. Her mind was a mixture of different thoughts. Was it SD-6 that had ransacked her house? KGB? Or was it random burglars?
Michael Vaughn sat on his couch with a bag of Doritos in hand, watching a hockey game on ESPN. "Pass it! Pass the puck! You jerk, do you *want* your team to lose!?" Disgusted by the way the game was going he shoved a few more chips in his mouth. "Idiots".
Just as the commercial was ending and the game was about to come back on the air, he heard a knock at his door. 'Why is it whenever there is a good game on TV, I get called to work, or someone ends up ruining it for me!' He thought to himself bitterly.
He looked through the peek hole in the door to see a familiar brunette standing on the other side, with her hands crossed.
"Sydney..." He said, obviously surprised as he opened the door. He could tell that she had been crying due to the light redness under he eyes. "Come in, come in, don't worry, the place is clean, you can speak freely. What's the matter?"
"I'm so sorry to disturb you..." She said, motioning to the television set.
"Oh, don't worry about it, stupid game anyway." He said, clicking the TV off. "Please, sit down. What's wrong? What can I do?"
Sydney loved how Vaughn was always so caring to her. She knew that she could trust him, he was the only person in her life that knew everything about her and she could talk to about things. "My house, I came home tonight and the place was just destroyed. Someone must have broken in, I don't know who..." Fresh tears began to well up in her eyes again as thoughts of herself walking in on Danny's body lying in the bathtub entered her mind.
Vaughn bit his lip, and tried to contain himself from hugging her. He knew that those weeks ago it was against his better judgement that he hugged her when Sydney was apologizing for her mother's horrible actions. But tonight was different, tonight was personal. Sydney hadn't come to find comfort from her handler, she came to seek comfort from a friend, and a friend he would be to her. He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry softly on his shoulder.
She hugged him so tightly he feared for a few moments that he would lose his source of oxygen. He loved how his face fit perfectly in the crook of her neck, and he used all of his resistance from kissing her neck tenderly. He did allow himself to run his fingers through her hair though. All those times he had his meetings with her he wondered what it felt like to just touch the silkiness of her hair.
"I just keep thinking of that day, that horrible day when I walked into Danny's apartment and found him covered in blood in the bathroom. His apartment looked just like my house, everything was everywhere. I can't get it out of my head!" She broke the hug and looked into his eyes. "I really am sorry I bothered you, I just didn't want to be alone right now."
"You don't have anything to apologize for. What about Francie?" He asked.
"She's in Aruba until Sunday with Charlie, her fiancée looking for possible honeymoon spots, that sort of thing."
"So you have no idea who did this to you? You don't think it was SD-6?" He mentally cursed SD-6 for causing Sydney all of this grief, she's been through enough, and she didn't deserve any of this.
She shook her head "I have no idea, I mean it could have been them, it could have just been a robber looking for jewels or something, I don't know."
"Can I get you anything? Coffee, juice, tea?"
"Tea would be heaven right about now."
"Then tea it is Madame!" Vaughn teased, hoping to get a smile from Sydney, which worked.
This was a different side of Vaughn that Sydney was seeing. She was seeing Michael, not Agent Vaughn and she liked it, she liked it alot. "Why thank you kind sir." She teased right back at him.
TBC...
I promise, more fluffy stuff in the next chapter! The more reviews I get, the faster I get inspired to write though! :)
Rating: PG-13
Category: S/V shippyness
Summary: Sydney's apartment has been ransacked, leading her to turn to a friend
Disclaimer: Really, if I owned them would I be writing fan fiction?
Notes: I got the title from the song "Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot.
"Francie!" Sydney called out from the other side of the doorway. "Open up!" Sydney had three bags of groceries in her hand and didn't much feel like dropping them just to fish for her house key.
Silence
"Ugh, she's in Aruba with Charlie looking for possible honeymoon spots, just great." Sydney said to herself as she put down all of her groceries to search her bag for her key. "Bingo!" She said as the door flew open and she bent down to retrieve her parcels.
Groceries in hand, she stepped inside and immediately dropped them on the floor, she faintly heard the crash of the spaghetti sauce jar. She looked around at her house, the furniture was upside down, a few dishes were strewn on the floor, everything, just everything was all over the place.
Sydney's heart stopped as she had a brief flashback of the day she found Danny in the bathtub, dead. "Oh God, oh God..." was all that she could mutter. She walked slowly to the bathroom, and peaked in, she was relieved to find it empty, with the exception of some bottles of Midol and Tylenol strewn on the floor.
She could take it anymore, she grabbed her purse that she had dropped on the floor with her grocery bundles and ran out of the house, slamming the door behind her. She got into her SUV and just drove off, she didn't know where she was heading, and she didn't really care. All she knew is that she didn't want to be in that house tonight. Her mind was a mixture of different thoughts. Was it SD-6 that had ransacked her house? KGB? Or was it random burglars?
Michael Vaughn sat on his couch with a bag of Doritos in hand, watching a hockey game on ESPN. "Pass it! Pass the puck! You jerk, do you *want* your team to lose!?" Disgusted by the way the game was going he shoved a few more chips in his mouth. "Idiots".
Just as the commercial was ending and the game was about to come back on the air, he heard a knock at his door. 'Why is it whenever there is a good game on TV, I get called to work, or someone ends up ruining it for me!' He thought to himself bitterly.
He looked through the peek hole in the door to see a familiar brunette standing on the other side, with her hands crossed.
"Sydney..." He said, obviously surprised as he opened the door. He could tell that she had been crying due to the light redness under he eyes. "Come in, come in, don't worry, the place is clean, you can speak freely. What's the matter?"
"I'm so sorry to disturb you..." She said, motioning to the television set.
"Oh, don't worry about it, stupid game anyway." He said, clicking the TV off. "Please, sit down. What's wrong? What can I do?"
Sydney loved how Vaughn was always so caring to her. She knew that she could trust him, he was the only person in her life that knew everything about her and she could talk to about things. "My house, I came home tonight and the place was just destroyed. Someone must have broken in, I don't know who..." Fresh tears began to well up in her eyes again as thoughts of herself walking in on Danny's body lying in the bathtub entered her mind.
Vaughn bit his lip, and tried to contain himself from hugging her. He knew that those weeks ago it was against his better judgement that he hugged her when Sydney was apologizing for her mother's horrible actions. But tonight was different, tonight was personal. Sydney hadn't come to find comfort from her handler, she came to seek comfort from a friend, and a friend he would be to her. He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry softly on his shoulder.
She hugged him so tightly he feared for a few moments that he would lose his source of oxygen. He loved how his face fit perfectly in the crook of her neck, and he used all of his resistance from kissing her neck tenderly. He did allow himself to run his fingers through her hair though. All those times he had his meetings with her he wondered what it felt like to just touch the silkiness of her hair.
"I just keep thinking of that day, that horrible day when I walked into Danny's apartment and found him covered in blood in the bathroom. His apartment looked just like my house, everything was everywhere. I can't get it out of my head!" She broke the hug and looked into his eyes. "I really am sorry I bothered you, I just didn't want to be alone right now."
"You don't have anything to apologize for. What about Francie?" He asked.
"She's in Aruba until Sunday with Charlie, her fiancée looking for possible honeymoon spots, that sort of thing."
"So you have no idea who did this to you? You don't think it was SD-6?" He mentally cursed SD-6 for causing Sydney all of this grief, she's been through enough, and she didn't deserve any of this.
She shook her head "I have no idea, I mean it could have been them, it could have just been a robber looking for jewels or something, I don't know."
"Can I get you anything? Coffee, juice, tea?"
"Tea would be heaven right about now."
"Then tea it is Madame!" Vaughn teased, hoping to get a smile from Sydney, which worked.
This was a different side of Vaughn that Sydney was seeing. She was seeing Michael, not Agent Vaughn and she liked it, she liked it alot. "Why thank you kind sir." She teased right back at him.
TBC...
I promise, more fluffy stuff in the next chapter! The more reviews I get, the faster I get inspired to write though! :)