Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, nor am I affiliated with ABC or JJ Abrams in any way. If I did own the show, don't you think it'd still be on-the-air? Haha! But I do own the original characters featured in this story and they aren't to be used or mentioned elsewhere without my permission.

Author's Note: The story takes place in a Season 3 setting; the CIA office is the same as the one in S3, but with a Season 5 feel, if you know what I mean. Sloane is still buried in Rambaldi's tomb in Mongolia, Sydney and Vaughn never had an intimate relationship--they're just friends--and that's pretty much it. Rated T for violence and future mature themes. I'll change the rating to M should I see fit. It'd be much easier if I could just rate the chapters, but that might give away the story. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

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He looked at me as if he knew what I was about to say. I prepared myself for his reaction, but then wondered if I should even tell him. It's not too late. I could tell him that I asked Sydney about him instead. Should I? I swallowed hard and was about to speak when I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I just sat there as he kissed me, his hands going around my waist.

He stood up and took my hand, leading the two of us to my bedroom. He kicked the door shut and pushed me against the bed. I watched breathlessly as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the bed, his chiseled abs beckoning my touch. He undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down a bit, revealing his white and blue patterned boxers. He was just about to pull them down as well when I heard him say my name. "Justin. Justin!"

I snapped back to reality, realizing we were still sitting on my couch, Michael looking at me with a face of concern. "Are you all right?"

I shook my head and sighed. "Yeah I'm fine."

"So what were you going to tell me?"

I blinked and braced myself. "I asked Sydney about you. Earlier today. She told me everything I wanted to know--the non-personal stuff anyway. It's just, I knew we'd have to work together for quite sometime, and I thought it best to learn more about you that way our work together goes smoothly."

He laughed. Why was he laughing? "Let me guess, you thought I'd be mad about that?" I nodded. "Well I'm not. I would've done the same thing."

"I wouldn't have if I knew you were going to call me and ask to hang out with me."

He smiled and cleared his throat. "Well, I appreciate your honesty about it. That's good."

I laughed and rubbed my forehead. Yeah, I was laughing, but on the inside, I thought I was going to explode. We spent the following hours watching the football game I tuned into earlier. The home team won by eight points by the time the game ended at 9:00pm. Michael cleared his throat and sat up. "Well, I ought to get home. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled and put his jacket on.

"Okay, see you then." I followed him to the door and watched him get into his car, honking the horn twice before pulling out of the driveway and heading to his house.

I sighed and closed the door, locking it for the night. I shut the television off and rinsed out the coffee mugs before changing back into my shorts and shirt and brushing my teeth. Setting my alarm, I climbed into bed and pulled the sheets up to my chest. After a few minutes, I fell asleep, and it was the first night I dreamt of Michael Vaughn.

***

By the time I arrived at the office, almost everyone was there already. The low-level personnel moved about the building, tending to their business as the field agents met in the briefing room. I sat next to Sydney, across from Vaughn, diagonal from Dixon, Rachel on Dixon's left, Marshall on Sydney's other side.

Jack stood at the computer screens on the wall, preparing to brief us on our next mission. "This morning," he began, "We got word from a contact of mine--Sark plans on selling Hauser's client list to the highest bidder, in this case, Travis LeBlanc--a terrorist from Midwest Australia."

I cleared my throat, "Sark as in the man we encountered last night?"

He nodded. "Julian Sark. Little is known about his true background, but he has had affiliations with Arvin Sloane and SD-6, The Covenant, Prophet Five, and Irina Derevko. He's freelance, we know that for a fact, but his allegiances change from time to time."

Sydney wrinkled her forehead. "So, where are we going?"

"England. Sark is meeting with LeBlanc tonight in London…right around the corner from MI6. Sydney, Dixon, and Justin, you're on point. Vaughn and Rachel are on comms. Wheels up in half an hour."

Leaving the briefing room, I headed to my desk to check my messages before following Sydney to op-tech. When we finished, we headed to the airport and boarded the plane to London. When we arrived, it was 9:34pm, six minutes until the meet.

The building where they were meeting was closed for renovations, the fixings just about finished. It was being remodeled into an office complex for a mechanics industry. Infiltrating the building, the three of us spread out to find Sark and LeBlanc. I covered the third floor, searching each office until I reached one with a locked door. Kicking it down, I carefully stepped inside, my hands gripped tightly on the Heckler & Koch USP handgun.

I lowered my gun when I realized the room was empty, but suddenly felt cold steel against my neck, the sound of the door closing behind me. "A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Hawke," the voice behind me was touched with an English accent, and I knew. Sark. "Drop your gun and go radio silent."

I did as he instructed and turned to face him. His black pinstripe jacket was left unbuttoned, showing his white dress shirt underneath. His blue eyes shone brighter than last time. I couldn't deny it; he was incredibly attractive.

I stepped backward as he stepped forward, stopping when I realized the oak desk behind me would allow me no further movement. He came closer, forcing me to lean against the desk, wondering what he was going to do. "Don't move, or else I'll be forced to regrettably put a bullet in you."

Regrettably? I looked at him with a questioning face, noticing that he picked it up. "What would you say if I offered you to come work for me instead of the CIA? What if I doubled what they pay you currently?"

I didn't say anything. I swallowed hard, wondering what I should do. I can't leave the CIA for him--they know everything about me, my family, where I live--they'd find me before I could even get to safety, and then I'd be under arrest for treason.

He leaned closer, brushing his face against mine. His warm breath touched my neck, sending shivers up my spine. He stood in between my legs, pressing his body against mine, the gun pressed against my back. I felt his warm lips against my cheek, traveling down to my neck. "In addition to money, I have another form of compensation in mind."

I didn't know what to do. If I moved in a hostile way, he'd no doubt kill me. I couldn't agree to his terms either. Before I could speak, he dragged his lips to mine and pressed them together. His free hand traveled to my neck, holding me still. When he broke the kiss, I definitely wanted more.

He smiled mischievously. "I know how you feel about me. Consider that a taste of what you can get working with me." He reached inside his jacket pocket and set the client list on the desk. "I trust you'll relay the story to the CIA that you retrieved this from me before I got away."

I nodded once and stood up, picking up the client list. He backed away toward the door and put his hand on the doorknob. "I'll see you again soon, Mr. Hawke."

I turned on my earpiece to hear Sydney calling my name. "Justin! Report in!"

I pretended to sound out of breath. "I'm here, Sydney. I got the client list, but Sark got away."

"Thank God," she exhaled. "I assumed the worst. I'll see you at the rendezvous point."

***

I spent the flight back to Los Angeles thinking about Sark and that kiss, and his offer. Well, in all honesty, I dismissed his offer, but kept it in the back of my mind. But that kiss…I loved it. I know I didn't love Sark like I love Vaughn, but I can't deny the fact that Sark is sexually attractive. Smiling to myself, I continued my daydream.

Arriving back at the CIA office, I sat at my desk and filed my report, forced to make up parts of the mission. I wondered a few times if I should tell Vaughn about Sark's offer, and use it to the CIA's advantage, making me a double agent. Then again, it might be much too soon for me to assume such a dangerous task. But…it might not be all that dangerous--if Sark likes me, he wouldn't kill me if he found out. Or would he?

I jumped when Vaughn came up from behind me. He laughed and sat next to me. "Did I scare you?"

"A little. Sorry, I was just out of it for a second."

He smiled and folded his arms. "You did a great job in London. You're doing great here."

"Thanks, Michael. Listen, I was wondering…when was the last time you went to a movie?"

He raised an eyebrow. "A movie?" He looked up as if he was thinking about it. "I'm not sure…not since a few years ago. Why?"

"Well, there's that new action movie that came out today, and since it's Friday, I was wondering if you wanted to catch it with me?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that. Uh, I'll pick you up if you want."

"All right, how's eight then?"

"That's fine. I'll see you then."

I smiled and watched him leave. I had a date with Michael Vaughn.

***

I heard his car horn outside and knew he was here. Setting the house alarm, I grabbed cell phone and headed outside, locking the door behind me. I slid into the passenger seat of his dark blue 2007 Volkswagen Jetta. The radio played low music, an alternative band I was familiar with. "Hey," he smiled.

"Hey, so what show did you want to see?"

"I was thinking of the 8:30pm showing, then maybe we could grab something to eat later."

Wow. It really was a date. Well, not the way I was thinking it was. "That sounds good."

He smiled and backed out of the driveway, heading to the cinema. The movie finished about two hours later, and we decided on Chinese food. The restaurant was almost empty, apart from the three other couples there. We finished there and headed back to my house, getting there at around 11:15pm. I thanked him for the fun and was about to get out when I heard him speak in protest. "Wait."

"What?"

"Do you want a ride to work tomorrow?"

I smiled and laughed a little. "I'd like that."

He returned the smile. "All right, I'll see you around eight-thirty."

I got to the door and watched as he drove away. Heading inside, I deactivated the alarm and locked the door, leaning against the wall, my heart beating wildly. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth, and changed into pajamas before climbing into bed. I fell asleep quickly and once again dreamt about the man I loved.

***

I finished my morning routine earlier than usual, leaving me twenty minutes before Michael got here. I was about to watch TV when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, I felt a huge smile go across my face. "Hey, you're early."

"Yeah," Michael smiled, "I thought you'd like to get something to eat before we go in."

A thought popped into my mind and I quickly put it into motion. "How about we eat here?"

He laughed, "I don't think we can order in breakfast."

"No," I laughed, "I mean, I can make something if you want."

He smiled, "Yeah, okay."

A few minutes after I started on the French toast, he came up behind me and offered to help. "Don't tell me you cook too," I laughed.

"I've been known to on occasion. It's one of the few things you didn't know about me."

I smiled and sat on the counter. "What are the other things?"

He paused and glanced at me before continuing. "You really want to know?"

I nodded. "If you want to tell me."

He nodded. "Okay. I've been married once to a psychopath, I'm bisexual, and I was once in love with Sydney Bristow."

My eyes widened, he noticed. During breakfast, he told me about his marriage with Lauren Reed and how he and Sydney used to love each other but thought it best they stayed friends. Those two details didn't concern me much, but what did was the fact that I had a chance with him. We were both bisexual, which he learned right after he told me the remaining things I didn't know.

"So now we know everything about each other," he smiled.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Not everything."

"What do you mean?"

"There's something you don't know about me."

He raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

I hesitated for a moment and put my fork down. I looked into his eyes, his into mine, and I told him. "I'm in love with you."

Chapter Two finished! I loved writing this more than Chapter One, I must admit. I hope you enjoyed it--please review and tell me what you think! Chapter Three is coming soon!