A/N: Okay guys, I said that this one would be out quickly! Not much to
say, I'm going to try some action in this one…I hope you like it.
Chapter 8
"Vaughn." Weiss walked into Vaughn's office.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Devlin wants to see you in his office—now." He said.
"Did he say why?" Vaughn asked, getting worried that Jack had followed through on his threat.
"No, just that he wants to see us now." He repeated.
"Us? Like, both of us?" Vaughn asked. Knowing that Devlin wouldn't want to see Weiss if he was going to talk to him about Sydney.
"That's what I said. Come on!" Weiss said, walking out the door.
The two walked down the hall and into Devlin's office.
"Gentlemen, sit down." He motioned for them to sit at the chairs on the other side of his desk.
"I just got some bad news." He said, pausing. "I've just been informed that the Rambaldi vault is armed much heavier than we thought. We didn't think that it would be since it is on a private residence, but these 'uncles' actually belong to some sort of mafia and there will be far too many of them for Bristow and Dixon to go in without back up, especially since they aren't expecting it." Devlin informed them.
"So what's the plan?" Weiss asked.
"There isn't enough time to fake intel or anything to inform SD-6 about this change, so they can send their own agents, and I can't risk two of my doubles. So, you two, and a field agent will meet them there, and help them deal with the guards. As you know, Bristow is pretending to be a guest at the large party, with Dixon as her driver. Vaughn, you will also be posing as a guest, and Weiss, you and Morrison, the field agent, will be outside of the party, waiting until you see that they need back up."
"Okay." Vaughn said. He could hardly believe it. He was going to go on a mission with Sydney. A real mission. He couldn't wait.
"Go down to tech and they have equipment for you, as well as earpieces for Bristow and Dixon." Devlin said. "Bristow and Dixon have already left, so there is no time to inform them of the switch. As soon as you see Bristow in the house, Vaughn, give her the earpiece and tell her what is going on. Weiss, you'll see Dixon outside in a black Mercedes, inform him of the changes as well." They both nodded.
"You leave in 4 hours for Rome, so get whatever you need and go to the airport. Good luck." Devlin said as Vaughn and Weiss walked out of the office.
"Man, this rocks!" said Weiss. "I miss going out in the field so much! This is going to be awesome."
"I know. I can't believe Devlin is sending us." Vaughn said, still almost in a daze about working with Sydney.
"Hey." Said Weiss, elbowing him in the side. "You better not lose your concentration like that when we're out there, 'cause that'll definitely be your last field mission."
"Yeah…" Vaughn said. He knew that Weiss was kidding, but he also knew that he was right. He had to stay focused. He couldn't screw this up, Vaughn thought as they walked into the elevator and down to the tech room. For Sydney's safety, and his own, he couldn't afford to have his mind clouded by emotion, and he couldn't do anything that might jeopardize the mission, or her cover.
***
Vaughn was attempting to sleep on the plane on the way to Rome, when Weiss asked him a question that he had been trying to avoid for weeks.
"So, has anything happened with Sydney?" Weiss asked.
"What?" Vaughn asked, feigning confusion.
"You know, Sydney? Your agent? Remember, she kissed you, and you said you'd talk to her? Did anything happen?" Vaughn 'reminded' him.
"Oh, right." Vaughn mumbled, thanking God that Morrison was sitting in a different section.
"Well, did you tell her that you thought you should wait?" Weiss asked. When Vaughn cringed, Weiss knew that he didn't. "Oh." He said. Then, looking at the guilty expression on Vaughn's face, he realized exactly what happened. "Oh!" he repeated. Vaughn cringed again, knowing that Weiss had figured out at least part of what was going on.
"So, what, are you guys going out? Well, staying in, I guess." Weiss joked.
"Shut up." Vaughn said, trying to figure out if there was any way out of this situation.
"Well…" Weiss tried to egg him on. "Come on, this is too scandalous to leave out details…you've gotta give me something." Weiss begged.
"Shut up." Vaughn repeated, but was unable to resist. "We just kiss and stuff, in the warehouse."
"Right…kiss and stuff in the hot, dark, solitary warehouse." Weiss teased.
"Alright! There go all your detail privileges!" Vaughn announced.
"Oh, come on man, I'm just kidding." He apologized. "So, I guess she feels the same way about you then."
"Yeah…" Vaughn trailed off, no sure if he should tell Weiss or not. He knew that he could trust Weiss though, and he had to tell someone. "She told me that she loves me." He said.
"What?" Weiss said, almost choking on his drink.
"I told her that I loved her, and she said that she loved me too." Vaughn said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. He expected Weiss to come back with a joke, but instead he just smiled.
"That's great man." He said, genuinely happy for his friend.
"Thanks." Vaughn said, glad to have a friend he could trust.
The rest of the flight they joked around and talked about hockey and other stuff, both too excited to be on a field mission to sleep.
***
Sydney wove her way through the mass of people at the Galansi mansion. Domenico Galansi was the grandson of Rambaldi that Sloane was talking about. She still had about half an hour until she the guards would change shifts and she would break into the vault. She was standing at the bar, waiting for her drink, when she heard a low voice coming from behind her.
"Excuse me, madam, but would you do me the honor of accompanying me on the dance floor?"
She turned around and couldn't believe her eyes. Standing right in front of her was none other than Michael Vaughn.
"Of course." She covered up quickly for her initial shock, and let him guide her to the dance floor.
Vaughn looked her up and down appreciatively. Her dress, although somewhat modest in the front, clung to her like a second skin, dipping low in the front, and then diving all the way down to the small of her back, where it pooled. The black dress skimmed the floor, and swirled around her when she walked. Her hair was curled loosely, and hung around her face, framing it perfectly. He knew that he must have looked like a vulture, but the sight of her took his breath away.
When he looked back up at her eyes, he saw that she too, had been looking at him.
After getting over the surprise of seeing him, she forgot even to ask why he was there, preferring to examine him in his tux. It was obviously made for him, and anyone could tell that underneath all those layers, was an incredible body. His hair was tousled, but almost neatly, giving him a very relaxed feeling. When her eyes had done their feasting, she looked at his eyes and saw the desire there that undoubtedly matched that in her own eyes.
"You look so beautiful." He told her.
She blushed and looked away from his stare. "What are you doing here?" she whispered into his ear as he gathered her in his arms.
"Turns out that SD-6 had bad information. This place is guarded like a palace, and Devlin sent Weiss, another field agent, Morrison, and I to help you and Dixon out." He said quietly.
"Oh, well, thanks for the help." She whispered into his ear again. He could feel her breath on his neck, and couldn't believe that she could make such a simple phrase sound so sexy.
His hand on her back was radiating heat throughout her entire body. She felt so good pressed up against him, and couldn't help but want to be closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, and found herself facing his neck. She couldn't resist, so she lightly kissed his neck, just for a second, before pulling away.
Vaughn groaned internally, and pressed his hand against her back, bringing her closer to him, flush with his body. It was so nice to be in such a big crowd, not having to worry about being spotted. He was so lost in the feel of her, that he almost forgot about the earpiece.
"I have an earpiece for you." He said.
"In your pocket?" she asked almost silently, for the first time remembering that he was probably wearing an earpiece too.
He nodded, knowing where her mind was headed. Without hesitation, she reached down into his front pants pocket, and felt around for the earpiece. Vaughn sucked in his breath, and only exhaled when she pulled out the earpiece.
"Thanks." She said, pretending to scratch her ear, and put the earpiece in. Almost immediately, she heard Weiss's voice in her ear.
"Hey Syd. I thought that my buddy Vaughn had forgotten to give you the piece." Weiss said, knowing exactly what was going on.
"No, he remembered." Sydney said, frowning slightly now that she knew someone was listening to them, and she couldn't really flirt with Vaughn anymore.
Vaughn knew what she was thinking, and reassured her. "He knows." Vaughn mouthed to her.
Sydney looked confused for a minute, but then dismissed it. "Hey Weiss. Who else is out there with you?" she asked.
"No one, just me. Morrison is checking the perimeter. And he doesn't have an earpiece." Weiss added, knowing where her mind was going.
"Oh, that's nice." Sydney said sweetly. With this information, she leaned in and kissed Vaughn hard on the lips, not pulling back until they needed oxygen.
"I have been wanting to do that since I first saw you tonight." She breathed.
"Me too." He could barely speak from the intensity of the kiss. They just looked into each other's eyes for a moment until Weiss interrupted their moment.
"Hey. If you too are done acting like teenagers at a high school dance, then I suggest that you get ready for the mission, since you only have five minutes until the guards change."
Both totally sobered, they began to mentally prepare themselves for their task at hand. Figuring that they'd just look like a couple who was going to go somewhere more private, Vaughn took Sydney's hand as they walked out onto the terrace. As soon as they were away from the crowd, however, they immediately walked faster, towards the side of the house where the entrance to the vault was.
They were approaching the tool shed- looking hut that supposedly housed the entrance to the vault.
"Hey!" a voice behind them said. "HEY!" it repeated.
They stopped and turned around, hands still joint.
The guard stood in front of them, gun in hand. "What are you doing back here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sydney said sweetly. "We were just looking for a quieter place." She said in a hushed voice.
The guard lowered his gun. "You have to go back inside."
"Okay, no problem." She said as they began walking away. Suddenly, she turned around and kicked the gun out of the guard's hands. He lunged at her, but she kicked him again in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. She dug her elbow into the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious. She turned around, expecting to see praise from Vaughn, but during her fight, another guard had come, and Vaughn was now engaged in a battle with him. He had managed to wrestle his gun away from him, and despite the guard's size, Vaughn was definitely winning. Vaughn delivered a punch to the guard's face, making him stumble backwards. He took this opportunity to punch him again, causing him to fall to the ground. When the guard attempted to stand back up, Vaughn used the same move Sydney had, rendering the man unconscious.
"Not bad." Sydney said, nodding her head in approval.
"Thanks. You too." Vaughn said, walking over to her.
Together, they walked over to the shed and entered. On the floor was a large trap door, and a staircase leading below ground. Right before they were about to enter, they heard a banging on the outside of the shed. To their relief, it was only Weiss.
"Hey, Morrison and I have got you covered." Weiss shouted in at them.
"Okay." Vaughn shouted back before following Sydney down the stairs.
There was another door, and then a tunnel, leading to the vault door. Sydney opened the vault easily with the decoder that Marshall had given her. They entered the vault and looked around the room for anything that could contain the invention. There was an entire rack of machine guns on one wall, and another corner contained large metal objects that were obviously bombs.
"I think we'll probably be back here for these in a few weeks." Vaughn joked.
"Hey," called Sydney from the other end of the vault. "I think this might be it."
She was looking at a medium sized metal box that had a strange symbol carved into it.
"Find something to open it." She said.
Vaughn left her side for a moment and came back with a crowbar that was in the vault. He started to pry open the box, and it took them several minutes to actually get it open. Suddenly, they heard gunshots from up above.
"Weiss? You okay up there?" Vaughn asked when there was silence.
"Yeah, we're fine. We saw them before they saw us."
"Good." Vaughn replied.
Together, Sydney and Vaughn lifted the top off of the box. Inside there was another, wooden box, with the same symbol on it that was on Rambaldi's journal. They pried open this box much quicker, and peered inside.
"What the hell is that?" Sydney asked.
"I have no idea." Vaughn replied, as he lifted it out of the box. "Get out the camera." He said.
Sydney took the camera out of her purse and began taking pictures of the strange object. It was a structure made out of iron that was shaped in a circle, with large rings around it. It sat strait up because it had a flat bottom, and there was an opening in the iron structure allowing a person to see inside of it. Inside, there was a central, large round metal circle, and then attached but very thin metal poles were hundreds—maybe thousands—of smaller metal circles, arranged in a pattern. There was a piece at the bottom of the inside of the circle that looked like it belonged in a clock, making the object look mechanical.
"It looks like a solar system." Vaughn commented. "Just not ours." He said in awe of the structure. "Did you get pictures of the inside?" he asked.
"Yeah." She replied, equally as awed by the structure. "How can I possibly give this to Sloane? It's too incredible." she asked, feeling helpless.
"I don't know, I hate the fact that you have to, but he'll find out that it's missing, and it's just too dangerous."
"I know." She said sadly. "Come on, we should go." She said, putting the camera back into her purse, while Vaughn put the invention back into the box.
They closed the vault and climbed back up to the shed.
"Weiss, you out there?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah I'm here. What the hell took you so long! There are guards everywhere, and someone definitely heard the gunshots. I couldn't hear you on my earpiece with all the commotion going on, but if I find out that you were fooling around down there I'm gonna kick your ass." Weiss shouted from the outside of the shed.
They rushed out of the shed, and over to the van that was parked down the street. Morrison and Weiss got in it, loading the box into the back.
Vaughn started to get in the truck when he remembered the camera.
"Oh, do you want to give me the camera?" he asked.
"You're leaving in the morning too aren't you?" Vaughn nodded. "Where are you staying?" she asked quietly so the other two couldn't hear.
"In the inn across the street from yours." He said, nervous about where she was going with this.
"Well, then maybe I'll bring it by tonight." She said seductively, and with a quick look around the truck to make sure that the other guys were still on the other side, she gave Vaughn a deep kiss, with the promise of more to come, before heading away from the van to meet Dixon a couple blocks away.
Vaughn stood there utterly frozen, not coming out of his daze until Weiss punched him in the arm.
"Come on! We've got to go." He said, before getting in the van himself.
***
Sydney half walked, half ran down the street until she spotted Dixon's car. She slipped into the front, and Dixon pulled away.
"So, did you have any problems?" he asked.
"No, it was fine." She replied nonchalantly, her mind focused on Vaughn.
"Good, good…" Dixon said. "So, you and Agent Vaughn huh?"
This caught Sydney off guard. "What? How did you—" Sydney stammered, but she was cut off.
"Weiss isn't the only one with an earpiece." Dixon said, smiling.
Sydney was mortified, but Dixon reassured her. "Don't worry about it Syd, I think that this is just what you need." He said.
"Thanks." She replied, still embarrassed, but touched at Dixon's words.
They pulled up to the inn, and Dixon parked the car. They walked into the lobby, and began to go their different ways to their rooms.
"Goodnight." She said.
"Yeah, you too." He said, and she began to walk away. "And Syd?"
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Have fun tonight." He said slyly, winking at her, as she could feel her face turn a hundred shades of red. But she wouldn't let her embarrassment stop her. She went to her room to get ready for Vaughn. She wanted this night to be perfect for the man that she loved.
***
Vaughn nervously paced his room, waiting for Sydney. He didn't know when she was going to come, but he was getting really anxious. He was glad that he had a single room, and that Weiss and Morrison had agreed to share a room. And from the look that Weiss gave him before he went inside, he knew exactly what he was planning.
Vaughn heard a soft knock on the door and went over to answer it. When he opened the door, Sydney was standing in his doorway, still dressed in her gown from the party, only this time, he knew that he'd get to see what was under it.
"Have I told you tonight how absolutely beautiful you look?" Vaughn asked her in a soft voice, still taken away by her beauty.
"Yes, but it's always nice to hear." She quipped back, smiling at him. "I brought the camera." She said, holding it up.
"Thanks." He said, taking it from her. He set it on the table and then turned back to her. She was still smiling. He took a step closer to her and closed the distance between them. He leaned in to kiss her, and just barely brushed his lips against hers. He placed a hand on her cheek, and one at the small of her back, and pulled her lips towards him, kissing her deeper this time. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. He moved his hand from her cheek to her back, trying to bring her closer to him. He had already taken off his jacket and tie before she arrived, so she began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He leaned his head down and kissed her neck, moving lower to her collarbone, bushing the thin spaghetti strap of her dress down over her shoulder. He moved across her chest to the other side and kissed her collarbone and pushed the other strap down. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access, still attempting to unbutton his shirt. She tugged it free from his pants and pulled at the last few buttons before it was totally undone. She slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She ran her fingers along his chest, admiring the details of it.
He shimmied her dress down her body, until it got to her hips. She began to work on his pants as he sought out her lips. She undid his belt, but lost the coordination to both kiss and undress him at the same time. He finished for her, unzipping his pants and letting him fall to the ground. He then finished undressing her. He pulled her dress from her hips, the fabric stretching for a moment before falling to the ground, leaving them both only in their underwear.
Sydney led him over to the bed and laid back, pulling him with her. They both fell onto the bed and divested each other of their remaining clothing. They joined together uttering 'I love yous' and calling out each other's names. As Sydney's climax seized her, she called out "Michael," and that gesture sent him over the edge as well.
They both knew that the next morning they would have to get up, face the day, and part, pretending to be strangers, but nothing mattered. Nothing mattered to them except each other.
To be continued…
I know that this was long, and that the action sucked, but if you didn't like the writing, then I hoped you liked the plot of vise versa. I'm not really sure that I like this chapter, so if you have any suggestions on how I can make it better, please let me know, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks for reading!!
Chapter 8
"Vaughn." Weiss walked into Vaughn's office.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Devlin wants to see you in his office—now." He said.
"Did he say why?" Vaughn asked, getting worried that Jack had followed through on his threat.
"No, just that he wants to see us now." He repeated.
"Us? Like, both of us?" Vaughn asked. Knowing that Devlin wouldn't want to see Weiss if he was going to talk to him about Sydney.
"That's what I said. Come on!" Weiss said, walking out the door.
The two walked down the hall and into Devlin's office.
"Gentlemen, sit down." He motioned for them to sit at the chairs on the other side of his desk.
"I just got some bad news." He said, pausing. "I've just been informed that the Rambaldi vault is armed much heavier than we thought. We didn't think that it would be since it is on a private residence, but these 'uncles' actually belong to some sort of mafia and there will be far too many of them for Bristow and Dixon to go in without back up, especially since they aren't expecting it." Devlin informed them.
"So what's the plan?" Weiss asked.
"There isn't enough time to fake intel or anything to inform SD-6 about this change, so they can send their own agents, and I can't risk two of my doubles. So, you two, and a field agent will meet them there, and help them deal with the guards. As you know, Bristow is pretending to be a guest at the large party, with Dixon as her driver. Vaughn, you will also be posing as a guest, and Weiss, you and Morrison, the field agent, will be outside of the party, waiting until you see that they need back up."
"Okay." Vaughn said. He could hardly believe it. He was going to go on a mission with Sydney. A real mission. He couldn't wait.
"Go down to tech and they have equipment for you, as well as earpieces for Bristow and Dixon." Devlin said. "Bristow and Dixon have already left, so there is no time to inform them of the switch. As soon as you see Bristow in the house, Vaughn, give her the earpiece and tell her what is going on. Weiss, you'll see Dixon outside in a black Mercedes, inform him of the changes as well." They both nodded.
"You leave in 4 hours for Rome, so get whatever you need and go to the airport. Good luck." Devlin said as Vaughn and Weiss walked out of the office.
"Man, this rocks!" said Weiss. "I miss going out in the field so much! This is going to be awesome."
"I know. I can't believe Devlin is sending us." Vaughn said, still almost in a daze about working with Sydney.
"Hey." Said Weiss, elbowing him in the side. "You better not lose your concentration like that when we're out there, 'cause that'll definitely be your last field mission."
"Yeah…" Vaughn said. He knew that Weiss was kidding, but he also knew that he was right. He had to stay focused. He couldn't screw this up, Vaughn thought as they walked into the elevator and down to the tech room. For Sydney's safety, and his own, he couldn't afford to have his mind clouded by emotion, and he couldn't do anything that might jeopardize the mission, or her cover.
***
Vaughn was attempting to sleep on the plane on the way to Rome, when Weiss asked him a question that he had been trying to avoid for weeks.
"So, has anything happened with Sydney?" Weiss asked.
"What?" Vaughn asked, feigning confusion.
"You know, Sydney? Your agent? Remember, she kissed you, and you said you'd talk to her? Did anything happen?" Vaughn 'reminded' him.
"Oh, right." Vaughn mumbled, thanking God that Morrison was sitting in a different section.
"Well, did you tell her that you thought you should wait?" Weiss asked. When Vaughn cringed, Weiss knew that he didn't. "Oh." He said. Then, looking at the guilty expression on Vaughn's face, he realized exactly what happened. "Oh!" he repeated. Vaughn cringed again, knowing that Weiss had figured out at least part of what was going on.
"So, what, are you guys going out? Well, staying in, I guess." Weiss joked.
"Shut up." Vaughn said, trying to figure out if there was any way out of this situation.
"Well…" Weiss tried to egg him on. "Come on, this is too scandalous to leave out details…you've gotta give me something." Weiss begged.
"Shut up." Vaughn repeated, but was unable to resist. "We just kiss and stuff, in the warehouse."
"Right…kiss and stuff in the hot, dark, solitary warehouse." Weiss teased.
"Alright! There go all your detail privileges!" Vaughn announced.
"Oh, come on man, I'm just kidding." He apologized. "So, I guess she feels the same way about you then."
"Yeah…" Vaughn trailed off, no sure if he should tell Weiss or not. He knew that he could trust Weiss though, and he had to tell someone. "She told me that she loves me." He said.
"What?" Weiss said, almost choking on his drink.
"I told her that I loved her, and she said that she loved me too." Vaughn said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. He expected Weiss to come back with a joke, but instead he just smiled.
"That's great man." He said, genuinely happy for his friend.
"Thanks." Vaughn said, glad to have a friend he could trust.
The rest of the flight they joked around and talked about hockey and other stuff, both too excited to be on a field mission to sleep.
***
Sydney wove her way through the mass of people at the Galansi mansion. Domenico Galansi was the grandson of Rambaldi that Sloane was talking about. She still had about half an hour until she the guards would change shifts and she would break into the vault. She was standing at the bar, waiting for her drink, when she heard a low voice coming from behind her.
"Excuse me, madam, but would you do me the honor of accompanying me on the dance floor?"
She turned around and couldn't believe her eyes. Standing right in front of her was none other than Michael Vaughn.
"Of course." She covered up quickly for her initial shock, and let him guide her to the dance floor.
Vaughn looked her up and down appreciatively. Her dress, although somewhat modest in the front, clung to her like a second skin, dipping low in the front, and then diving all the way down to the small of her back, where it pooled. The black dress skimmed the floor, and swirled around her when she walked. Her hair was curled loosely, and hung around her face, framing it perfectly. He knew that he must have looked like a vulture, but the sight of her took his breath away.
When he looked back up at her eyes, he saw that she too, had been looking at him.
After getting over the surprise of seeing him, she forgot even to ask why he was there, preferring to examine him in his tux. It was obviously made for him, and anyone could tell that underneath all those layers, was an incredible body. His hair was tousled, but almost neatly, giving him a very relaxed feeling. When her eyes had done their feasting, she looked at his eyes and saw the desire there that undoubtedly matched that in her own eyes.
"You look so beautiful." He told her.
She blushed and looked away from his stare. "What are you doing here?" she whispered into his ear as he gathered her in his arms.
"Turns out that SD-6 had bad information. This place is guarded like a palace, and Devlin sent Weiss, another field agent, Morrison, and I to help you and Dixon out." He said quietly.
"Oh, well, thanks for the help." She whispered into his ear again. He could feel her breath on his neck, and couldn't believe that she could make such a simple phrase sound so sexy.
His hand on her back was radiating heat throughout her entire body. She felt so good pressed up against him, and couldn't help but want to be closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, and found herself facing his neck. She couldn't resist, so she lightly kissed his neck, just for a second, before pulling away.
Vaughn groaned internally, and pressed his hand against her back, bringing her closer to him, flush with his body. It was so nice to be in such a big crowd, not having to worry about being spotted. He was so lost in the feel of her, that he almost forgot about the earpiece.
"I have an earpiece for you." He said.
"In your pocket?" she asked almost silently, for the first time remembering that he was probably wearing an earpiece too.
He nodded, knowing where her mind was headed. Without hesitation, she reached down into his front pants pocket, and felt around for the earpiece. Vaughn sucked in his breath, and only exhaled when she pulled out the earpiece.
"Thanks." She said, pretending to scratch her ear, and put the earpiece in. Almost immediately, she heard Weiss's voice in her ear.
"Hey Syd. I thought that my buddy Vaughn had forgotten to give you the piece." Weiss said, knowing exactly what was going on.
"No, he remembered." Sydney said, frowning slightly now that she knew someone was listening to them, and she couldn't really flirt with Vaughn anymore.
Vaughn knew what she was thinking, and reassured her. "He knows." Vaughn mouthed to her.
Sydney looked confused for a minute, but then dismissed it. "Hey Weiss. Who else is out there with you?" she asked.
"No one, just me. Morrison is checking the perimeter. And he doesn't have an earpiece." Weiss added, knowing where her mind was going.
"Oh, that's nice." Sydney said sweetly. With this information, she leaned in and kissed Vaughn hard on the lips, not pulling back until they needed oxygen.
"I have been wanting to do that since I first saw you tonight." She breathed.
"Me too." He could barely speak from the intensity of the kiss. They just looked into each other's eyes for a moment until Weiss interrupted their moment.
"Hey. If you too are done acting like teenagers at a high school dance, then I suggest that you get ready for the mission, since you only have five minutes until the guards change."
Both totally sobered, they began to mentally prepare themselves for their task at hand. Figuring that they'd just look like a couple who was going to go somewhere more private, Vaughn took Sydney's hand as they walked out onto the terrace. As soon as they were away from the crowd, however, they immediately walked faster, towards the side of the house where the entrance to the vault was.
They were approaching the tool shed- looking hut that supposedly housed the entrance to the vault.
"Hey!" a voice behind them said. "HEY!" it repeated.
They stopped and turned around, hands still joint.
The guard stood in front of them, gun in hand. "What are you doing back here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sydney said sweetly. "We were just looking for a quieter place." She said in a hushed voice.
The guard lowered his gun. "You have to go back inside."
"Okay, no problem." She said as they began walking away. Suddenly, she turned around and kicked the gun out of the guard's hands. He lunged at her, but she kicked him again in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. She dug her elbow into the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious. She turned around, expecting to see praise from Vaughn, but during her fight, another guard had come, and Vaughn was now engaged in a battle with him. He had managed to wrestle his gun away from him, and despite the guard's size, Vaughn was definitely winning. Vaughn delivered a punch to the guard's face, making him stumble backwards. He took this opportunity to punch him again, causing him to fall to the ground. When the guard attempted to stand back up, Vaughn used the same move Sydney had, rendering the man unconscious.
"Not bad." Sydney said, nodding her head in approval.
"Thanks. You too." Vaughn said, walking over to her.
Together, they walked over to the shed and entered. On the floor was a large trap door, and a staircase leading below ground. Right before they were about to enter, they heard a banging on the outside of the shed. To their relief, it was only Weiss.
"Hey, Morrison and I have got you covered." Weiss shouted in at them.
"Okay." Vaughn shouted back before following Sydney down the stairs.
There was another door, and then a tunnel, leading to the vault door. Sydney opened the vault easily with the decoder that Marshall had given her. They entered the vault and looked around the room for anything that could contain the invention. There was an entire rack of machine guns on one wall, and another corner contained large metal objects that were obviously bombs.
"I think we'll probably be back here for these in a few weeks." Vaughn joked.
"Hey," called Sydney from the other end of the vault. "I think this might be it."
She was looking at a medium sized metal box that had a strange symbol carved into it.
"Find something to open it." She said.
Vaughn left her side for a moment and came back with a crowbar that was in the vault. He started to pry open the box, and it took them several minutes to actually get it open. Suddenly, they heard gunshots from up above.
"Weiss? You okay up there?" Vaughn asked when there was silence.
"Yeah, we're fine. We saw them before they saw us."
"Good." Vaughn replied.
Together, Sydney and Vaughn lifted the top off of the box. Inside there was another, wooden box, with the same symbol on it that was on Rambaldi's journal. They pried open this box much quicker, and peered inside.
"What the hell is that?" Sydney asked.
"I have no idea." Vaughn replied, as he lifted it out of the box. "Get out the camera." He said.
Sydney took the camera out of her purse and began taking pictures of the strange object. It was a structure made out of iron that was shaped in a circle, with large rings around it. It sat strait up because it had a flat bottom, and there was an opening in the iron structure allowing a person to see inside of it. Inside, there was a central, large round metal circle, and then attached but very thin metal poles were hundreds—maybe thousands—of smaller metal circles, arranged in a pattern. There was a piece at the bottom of the inside of the circle that looked like it belonged in a clock, making the object look mechanical.
"It looks like a solar system." Vaughn commented. "Just not ours." He said in awe of the structure. "Did you get pictures of the inside?" he asked.
"Yeah." She replied, equally as awed by the structure. "How can I possibly give this to Sloane? It's too incredible." she asked, feeling helpless.
"I don't know, I hate the fact that you have to, but he'll find out that it's missing, and it's just too dangerous."
"I know." She said sadly. "Come on, we should go." She said, putting the camera back into her purse, while Vaughn put the invention back into the box.
They closed the vault and climbed back up to the shed.
"Weiss, you out there?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah I'm here. What the hell took you so long! There are guards everywhere, and someone definitely heard the gunshots. I couldn't hear you on my earpiece with all the commotion going on, but if I find out that you were fooling around down there I'm gonna kick your ass." Weiss shouted from the outside of the shed.
They rushed out of the shed, and over to the van that was parked down the street. Morrison and Weiss got in it, loading the box into the back.
Vaughn started to get in the truck when he remembered the camera.
"Oh, do you want to give me the camera?" he asked.
"You're leaving in the morning too aren't you?" Vaughn nodded. "Where are you staying?" she asked quietly so the other two couldn't hear.
"In the inn across the street from yours." He said, nervous about where she was going with this.
"Well, then maybe I'll bring it by tonight." She said seductively, and with a quick look around the truck to make sure that the other guys were still on the other side, she gave Vaughn a deep kiss, with the promise of more to come, before heading away from the van to meet Dixon a couple blocks away.
Vaughn stood there utterly frozen, not coming out of his daze until Weiss punched him in the arm.
"Come on! We've got to go." He said, before getting in the van himself.
***
Sydney half walked, half ran down the street until she spotted Dixon's car. She slipped into the front, and Dixon pulled away.
"So, did you have any problems?" he asked.
"No, it was fine." She replied nonchalantly, her mind focused on Vaughn.
"Good, good…" Dixon said. "So, you and Agent Vaughn huh?"
This caught Sydney off guard. "What? How did you—" Sydney stammered, but she was cut off.
"Weiss isn't the only one with an earpiece." Dixon said, smiling.
Sydney was mortified, but Dixon reassured her. "Don't worry about it Syd, I think that this is just what you need." He said.
"Thanks." She replied, still embarrassed, but touched at Dixon's words.
They pulled up to the inn, and Dixon parked the car. They walked into the lobby, and began to go their different ways to their rooms.
"Goodnight." She said.
"Yeah, you too." He said, and she began to walk away. "And Syd?"
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Have fun tonight." He said slyly, winking at her, as she could feel her face turn a hundred shades of red. But she wouldn't let her embarrassment stop her. She went to her room to get ready for Vaughn. She wanted this night to be perfect for the man that she loved.
***
Vaughn nervously paced his room, waiting for Sydney. He didn't know when she was going to come, but he was getting really anxious. He was glad that he had a single room, and that Weiss and Morrison had agreed to share a room. And from the look that Weiss gave him before he went inside, he knew exactly what he was planning.
Vaughn heard a soft knock on the door and went over to answer it. When he opened the door, Sydney was standing in his doorway, still dressed in her gown from the party, only this time, he knew that he'd get to see what was under it.
"Have I told you tonight how absolutely beautiful you look?" Vaughn asked her in a soft voice, still taken away by her beauty.
"Yes, but it's always nice to hear." She quipped back, smiling at him. "I brought the camera." She said, holding it up.
"Thanks." He said, taking it from her. He set it on the table and then turned back to her. She was still smiling. He took a step closer to her and closed the distance between them. He leaned in to kiss her, and just barely brushed his lips against hers. He placed a hand on her cheek, and one at the small of her back, and pulled her lips towards him, kissing her deeper this time. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. He moved his hand from her cheek to her back, trying to bring her closer to him. He had already taken off his jacket and tie before she arrived, so she began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He leaned his head down and kissed her neck, moving lower to her collarbone, bushing the thin spaghetti strap of her dress down over her shoulder. He moved across her chest to the other side and kissed her collarbone and pushed the other strap down. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access, still attempting to unbutton his shirt. She tugged it free from his pants and pulled at the last few buttons before it was totally undone. She slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She ran her fingers along his chest, admiring the details of it.
He shimmied her dress down her body, until it got to her hips. She began to work on his pants as he sought out her lips. She undid his belt, but lost the coordination to both kiss and undress him at the same time. He finished for her, unzipping his pants and letting him fall to the ground. He then finished undressing her. He pulled her dress from her hips, the fabric stretching for a moment before falling to the ground, leaving them both only in their underwear.
Sydney led him over to the bed and laid back, pulling him with her. They both fell onto the bed and divested each other of their remaining clothing. They joined together uttering 'I love yous' and calling out each other's names. As Sydney's climax seized her, she called out "Michael," and that gesture sent him over the edge as well.
They both knew that the next morning they would have to get up, face the day, and part, pretending to be strangers, but nothing mattered. Nothing mattered to them except each other.
To be continued…
I know that this was long, and that the action sucked, but if you didn't like the writing, then I hoped you liked the plot of vise versa. I'm not really sure that I like this chapter, so if you have any suggestions on how I can make it better, please let me know, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks for reading!!