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Author's Note: I went back and fixed a few kinks in the previous chapters, I'm busy and don't have much time to go over them too well. Oh . . . and yes, it is unrealistic for Weiss to drive Sydney home. But, also note that this is fiction, maybe its realistic fiction, but still fiction. And fiction isn't really realistic, not even realistic ones on a certain level. (Does that make sense? Hopefully, it does . . . heh.)
Chapter 3 - The Car Ride Home
Weiss and Sydney got inside the car. It was a clean car to Sydney's surprise. A Toyota Camry decked out in real leather seats and a 5-CD changer. 'Hmmm . . . nice.' She looked up at Weiss, who seemed tense. 'Is it me?' "Thank you for driving me home. I really appreciate it especially after the past few days I've been through." Sydney gave him a smile, one of her real ones.
"Oh . . . no problem." Weiss turned to smile back at Sydney. 'Did you just smile at her? What the hell do you think your doing? Why in the hell are you driving her home in the first place?' "I shouldn't really be doing this."
Sydney turned back to Weiss in shock, "What do you mean?"
"This could be considered against protocol," Weiss redirected his attention back to Sydney. "Plus, it could blow your cover or something."
"What do you mean against protocol?" Sydney arranged herself so she could look at him better. "And blow my cover? Oh . . . give me a break!"
"Excuse me . . . use your head for a second here! A handler taking his field man, or should I say field woman, home! Can you imagine what the CIA would think?" His face started to turn to a light pink as his anger started to build up inside. "And yes blow your cover! SD-6 could be right outside your home!"
Sydney held her head back as he raised her voice at her. 'How dare him! He can't speak to me like this!' She turned back around to start looking out the window. "You're right. I wasn't thinking." 'Why aren't you yelling back at him?'
Weiss heard her words, and noticed that her voice was shaky. "Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't very becoming of me. And I do apologize." He turned to see a response.
Sydney continued to look out the window, "You're right. It wasn't very becoming of you."
'What the hell,' he thought. 'What kind of forgiveness is that?'
A sharp pain rose in Sydney's left arm. She grabbed it to make it stop, but the pain hurt too much. As it grew worse Sydney leaned over.
Weiss looked over at her noticing that something was wrong. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Sydney tried to smile but she couldn't help but think of the pain.
"No you're not." Weiss took his hand and tried raising Sydney up while still focusing on the traffic. "What's wrong?"
"It's just my arm. It's nothing, I'm used to this sort of thing." Sydney tried jerking back from Weiss grasp but was too weak.
"You look to me like you're not used to it." He brushed her hair back so he could see her face. 'She's not crying . . . good.'
"I'm fine!" Sydney snapped back at him. 'Oh . . . I shouldn't have done that.'
"No, you're not!" Weiss looked away, 'It's like she thinks that she's the king of the world or something.' He pulled over to a corner and then shut off the engine. "Here let me see your arm."
"I can take care of it when I get home." Sydney said while trying to pull away from him.
"Yeah, right." He grabbed her arm and started raising her arm sleeves. It wasn't working; the sleeves were too tight to be pulled up very far. "Can you take that sweater off?"
"What?" Sydney gave him a surprised look.
"Your sleeves . . . they're too tight." As he said that, Sydney tried to pull off her sweater but the pain ached more as she moved her arm. "Turn around, I'll help you take it off." She turned her back towards him, crying out in pain as she did. Weiss gently glided her sweater down her arms and back. He carefully raised her arm up so he could get a better look at it. "It seems to be a bad bruise, that's all."
Sydney turned her head and looked up at him as he took his fingers and stroked her arm. "Rea . . . really?" She barely let out as she felt the tips of his fingers caressing her.
He glanced at Sydney's eyes for a second and then returned his attention to her bruise. "Yeah . . . a bad one. But just a bruise," he smiled. "Put an ice pack on it and leave it on every fifteen minutes. It should be fine in a couple of days." Noticing that he felt her shiver a bit, he slowly put her sweater back on.
Sydney turned around, rather slowly, and looked up at Weiss' smiling face. "Thank you," she turned away trying not to look at his smile. "I don't know why this bruise hurts so much."
He grabbed a bottle of Tylenol out of his glove department and shook out a couple of pills. As he held out his hand for her to take the pills, he used his other to grab the water bottle sitting in the drink holder. "Take these. The pain should ease up in no time," he smiled again.
'He has a really great smile. Wait you can't think that!' Sydney took the pills and grabbed the water. The pills washed down her throat quickly. "Thank you."
Weiss shrugged his shoulders, "No problem." He turned the engine back on and quickly drove the car on to the highway. After a couple of minutes he pulled to the side of the road one block away from her house.
Sydney glanced over at him. Her arm was feeling much better; she wasn't even holding it anymore. As she got out of the car and grabbed her things, she walked back over to Weiss and gave him a smile. "Thank you, again."
Weiss leaned over with his left arm still on the stirring wheel. "Get some rest. Next week is going to be busy for you."
Sydney nodded her head, "I know." She turned around and started walking off. Weiss slowly drove away as she continued walking. She smiled again as she remembered him taking off her sweater to look at her arm.
Weiss thought back to where he was taking off her sweater, too. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered tracing her bruise with his fingers. Her skin was so soft and smooth, like satin. 'What are you thinking? She's your field agent!'
Finally, Sydney walked inside of her home that she has been away from for what seemed like eternity. As she sat her bags down, she heard screaming coming from the living room.
"NO!!!!!!!!" It sounded like Francie's voice. "NO!!!!!!!!"
'She's in the living room!' Sydney rushed to the living room. The screaming grew louder as she came closer.
"NO!!!!!! You stupid IDIOT!!!!" Francie was leaning off of the couch eating popcorn. As Sydney saw what she was yelling at, her heart began to relax again. Francie turned around and saw Sydney. "Syd, you're home." She came up to Sydney and gave her a hug. Francie's arm pushed up against Sydney's bruise. "Can you believe this girl? She meets this guy while standing outside the bathroom, then five minutes goes by and they start kissing!"
Sydney looked over at the television and saw what was happening on the new episode of Witchblade. She shrugged her shoulders, "Oh my gosh . . . no way."
"I know!" Francie said ignoring the sarcasm from her friend. She went to sit back down on the couch. "I mean she has this perfectly good looking assassin right in front of her and she goes for this guy." Sydney laughed at her friend as she pointed him out. "I mean he's kind of cute. But, definitely not Nottingham material."
"You need help," Sydney smirked. She grabbed her bags that she left in the foyer and put them in her room. "Francie!"
"What?"
"I'm going to bed!" Sydney didn't hear a reply from her friend, assuming she's too hung up in the show. Her bathroom had a light out. 'Damnit! Oh well . . . I'll fix it tomorrow.' She changed into her pajamas and slowly lay down on her bed. Her muscles started to relax as she exhaled. 'Oh why can't life be this good all the time?'
"You stupid IDIOT!!!!!! DON'T SLEEP WITH HIM!!!!!! He's EVIL!!!!!"
Sydney put her covers over her head to try and block out Francie's voice as she continued to yell at the television.
Author's Note: Well there you go! There's some romance, maybe not in your face, but it's there. Besides this is just building up for future sparks!
Before anyone posts something about Sydney being in pain from that bruise not being like her. Just hear me out when I say that bruises are many times worse than others. And the bruise on Sydney's arm was really really really bad! So it hurt, badly.
FEEDBACK: Please, I love it! I like to hear what people think! (Good, bad, it's all good!)
ARCHIVE: Sure, would love it. Just let me know first!
Author's Note: I went back and fixed a few kinks in the previous chapters, I'm busy and don't have much time to go over them too well. Oh . . . and yes, it is unrealistic for Weiss to drive Sydney home. But, also note that this is fiction, maybe its realistic fiction, but still fiction. And fiction isn't really realistic, not even realistic ones on a certain level. (Does that make sense? Hopefully, it does . . . heh.)
Chapter 3 - The Car Ride Home
Weiss and Sydney got inside the car. It was a clean car to Sydney's surprise. A Toyota Camry decked out in real leather seats and a 5-CD changer. 'Hmmm . . . nice.' She looked up at Weiss, who seemed tense. 'Is it me?' "Thank you for driving me home. I really appreciate it especially after the past few days I've been through." Sydney gave him a smile, one of her real ones.
"Oh . . . no problem." Weiss turned to smile back at Sydney. 'Did you just smile at her? What the hell do you think your doing? Why in the hell are you driving her home in the first place?' "I shouldn't really be doing this."
Sydney turned back to Weiss in shock, "What do you mean?"
"This could be considered against protocol," Weiss redirected his attention back to Sydney. "Plus, it could blow your cover or something."
"What do you mean against protocol?" Sydney arranged herself so she could look at him better. "And blow my cover? Oh . . . give me a break!"
"Excuse me . . . use your head for a second here! A handler taking his field man, or should I say field woman, home! Can you imagine what the CIA would think?" His face started to turn to a light pink as his anger started to build up inside. "And yes blow your cover! SD-6 could be right outside your home!"
Sydney held her head back as he raised her voice at her. 'How dare him! He can't speak to me like this!' She turned back around to start looking out the window. "You're right. I wasn't thinking." 'Why aren't you yelling back at him?'
Weiss heard her words, and noticed that her voice was shaky. "Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't very becoming of me. And I do apologize." He turned to see a response.
Sydney continued to look out the window, "You're right. It wasn't very becoming of you."
'What the hell,' he thought. 'What kind of forgiveness is that?'
A sharp pain rose in Sydney's left arm. She grabbed it to make it stop, but the pain hurt too much. As it grew worse Sydney leaned over.
Weiss looked over at her noticing that something was wrong. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Sydney tried to smile but she couldn't help but think of the pain.
"No you're not." Weiss took his hand and tried raising Sydney up while still focusing on the traffic. "What's wrong?"
"It's just my arm. It's nothing, I'm used to this sort of thing." Sydney tried jerking back from Weiss grasp but was too weak.
"You look to me like you're not used to it." He brushed her hair back so he could see her face. 'She's not crying . . . good.'
"I'm fine!" Sydney snapped back at him. 'Oh . . . I shouldn't have done that.'
"No, you're not!" Weiss looked away, 'It's like she thinks that she's the king of the world or something.' He pulled over to a corner and then shut off the engine. "Here let me see your arm."
"I can take care of it when I get home." Sydney said while trying to pull away from him.
"Yeah, right." He grabbed her arm and started raising her arm sleeves. It wasn't working; the sleeves were too tight to be pulled up very far. "Can you take that sweater off?"
"What?" Sydney gave him a surprised look.
"Your sleeves . . . they're too tight." As he said that, Sydney tried to pull off her sweater but the pain ached more as she moved her arm. "Turn around, I'll help you take it off." She turned her back towards him, crying out in pain as she did. Weiss gently glided her sweater down her arms and back. He carefully raised her arm up so he could get a better look at it. "It seems to be a bad bruise, that's all."
Sydney turned her head and looked up at him as he took his fingers and stroked her arm. "Rea . . . really?" She barely let out as she felt the tips of his fingers caressing her.
He glanced at Sydney's eyes for a second and then returned his attention to her bruise. "Yeah . . . a bad one. But just a bruise," he smiled. "Put an ice pack on it and leave it on every fifteen minutes. It should be fine in a couple of days." Noticing that he felt her shiver a bit, he slowly put her sweater back on.
Sydney turned around, rather slowly, and looked up at Weiss' smiling face. "Thank you," she turned away trying not to look at his smile. "I don't know why this bruise hurts so much."
He grabbed a bottle of Tylenol out of his glove department and shook out a couple of pills. As he held out his hand for her to take the pills, he used his other to grab the water bottle sitting in the drink holder. "Take these. The pain should ease up in no time," he smiled again.
'He has a really great smile. Wait you can't think that!' Sydney took the pills and grabbed the water. The pills washed down her throat quickly. "Thank you."
Weiss shrugged his shoulders, "No problem." He turned the engine back on and quickly drove the car on to the highway. After a couple of minutes he pulled to the side of the road one block away from her house.
Sydney glanced over at him. Her arm was feeling much better; she wasn't even holding it anymore. As she got out of the car and grabbed her things, she walked back over to Weiss and gave him a smile. "Thank you, again."
Weiss leaned over with his left arm still on the stirring wheel. "Get some rest. Next week is going to be busy for you."
Sydney nodded her head, "I know." She turned around and started walking off. Weiss slowly drove away as she continued walking. She smiled again as she remembered him taking off her sweater to look at her arm.
Weiss thought back to where he was taking off her sweater, too. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered tracing her bruise with his fingers. Her skin was so soft and smooth, like satin. 'What are you thinking? She's your field agent!'
Finally, Sydney walked inside of her home that she has been away from for what seemed like eternity. As she sat her bags down, she heard screaming coming from the living room.
"NO!!!!!!!!" It sounded like Francie's voice. "NO!!!!!!!!"
'She's in the living room!' Sydney rushed to the living room. The screaming grew louder as she came closer.
"NO!!!!!! You stupid IDIOT!!!!" Francie was leaning off of the couch eating popcorn. As Sydney saw what she was yelling at, her heart began to relax again. Francie turned around and saw Sydney. "Syd, you're home." She came up to Sydney and gave her a hug. Francie's arm pushed up against Sydney's bruise. "Can you believe this girl? She meets this guy while standing outside the bathroom, then five minutes goes by and they start kissing!"
Sydney looked over at the television and saw what was happening on the new episode of Witchblade. She shrugged her shoulders, "Oh my gosh . . . no way."
"I know!" Francie said ignoring the sarcasm from her friend. She went to sit back down on the couch. "I mean she has this perfectly good looking assassin right in front of her and she goes for this guy." Sydney laughed at her friend as she pointed him out. "I mean he's kind of cute. But, definitely not Nottingham material."
"You need help," Sydney smirked. She grabbed her bags that she left in the foyer and put them in her room. "Francie!"
"What?"
"I'm going to bed!" Sydney didn't hear a reply from her friend, assuming she's too hung up in the show. Her bathroom had a light out. 'Damnit! Oh well . . . I'll fix it tomorrow.' She changed into her pajamas and slowly lay down on her bed. Her muscles started to relax as she exhaled. 'Oh why can't life be this good all the time?'
"You stupid IDIOT!!!!!! DON'T SLEEP WITH HIM!!!!!! He's EVIL!!!!!"
Sydney put her covers over her head to try and block out Francie's voice as she continued to yell at the television.
Author's Note: Well there you go! There's some romance, maybe not in your face, but it's there. Besides this is just building up for future sparks!
Before anyone posts something about Sydney being in pain from that bruise not being like her. Just hear me out when I say that bruises are many times worse than others. And the bruise on Sydney's arm was really really really bad! So it hurt, badly.