A/N: This is what happens when you are not busy at work! LOL! Hope you
all enjoy and let me know what you think!
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'I'm going to be late - again. Why can I never be on time for the one meeting I look forward to? I'm rarely late getting to SD-6, the one place that I absolutely loathe. I love meeting with Vaughn in that warehouse. It seems so secluded, like it is the only place that we have together that is safe. We can look each other in the eyes and say whatever we feel. I can tell him anything, and he'll listen with rapt attention. I really don't like it when we have to meet in public places. I don't like having to divert my eyes from his and speak in hushed tones. I love to look at his face as he talks, watch his lips form words that his sweet voice carries to my ears.
These meetings mean so much to me. He gives he a chance to rant and rave about what is really bugging me. I can tell him how I hate Sloane for risking my life every time he sends me on a mission. I can tell him what went wrong on my missions, what really happened. He is the only one that I can completely confide in, and he cares. He doesn't just listen to be polite, he really cares. When I return from a mission, I contact him as soon as humanly possible; I know he worries a lot about me - too much in fact. I long ago realized that he would do nearly anything for me, whether he was breaking protocol or not. Surprisingly, I found this to be a really sexy aspect of him. My heart nearly broke when he told me it was my life that was important, not the mission. Not bringing down SD-6. Me. He wanted me to be ok.
I have been so blind to him. When I was beginning to have feelings that the CIA would consider far beyond inappropriate, I knew I needed to do something to stop myself. I had to put distance between us again before I got us killed. Not long after I decided that, Noah came back. I really wanted to kick his ass when I saw him; he had just left me with no good bye or anything. I was mortified when he had to save me; I never screw up like that, only when he's around. I should have had some instinct about him - nearly dying twice while he was with me; it was a sign. That bastard, he knew I would fall for him again, he fooled me again.
I'm such a fool. It must be some kind of self-destructive mechanism that I have. I felt so guilty facing Vaughn after that night with Noah. I felt as if I had cheated on him. That seems stupid; can't cheat on someone you can't have, right? Wrong. I thought maybe Noah had changed for a while. I don't think that I really feel bad for killing Noah. I didn't kill him in cold blood, he was attacking me, and I wasn't wearing a mask. When that psychotic bastard died, I felt as if I had righted a wrong between Vaughn and I. Maybe I'm the psycho. Maybe I just love Vaughn. Hell, there's no maybe about it.'
Sydney stopped in front of the warehouse and killed her engine. She looked over to the warehouse and sighed. She stepped out of her vehicle and walked quickly to the door. She opened the door quietly and stepped into the dark building.
'I can't keep hiding my feelings from Vaughn like this. I need to let him know so...so what, so I'll feel better? Telling him will only hurt him. I shouldn't tell him. What if he doesn't know that I... how could he? I don't exactly let on that I am madly in love with him. Well, I did throw a big fit when he got reassigned, but Lambert was really pissing me off. Besides, he wasn't Vaughn. No one would ever be Vaughn. Which is exactly why I need to tell...'
"Hey," Vaughn said as I approached him, his green eyes burning into my soul.
"Um, hey. Look, Vaughn, I need to talk to you. I need to talk to yo..."
"Look, I have wonderful news," Vaughn said, cutting me off in mid-sentence. "This could be it. I mean, the end. Sydney," Vaughn said looking up at me, his forehead wrinkled in contemplation. "Sydney, this could be your last mission."
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'I'm going to be late - again. Why can I never be on time for the one meeting I look forward to? I'm rarely late getting to SD-6, the one place that I absolutely loathe. I love meeting with Vaughn in that warehouse. It seems so secluded, like it is the only place that we have together that is safe. We can look each other in the eyes and say whatever we feel. I can tell him anything, and he'll listen with rapt attention. I really don't like it when we have to meet in public places. I don't like having to divert my eyes from his and speak in hushed tones. I love to look at his face as he talks, watch his lips form words that his sweet voice carries to my ears.
These meetings mean so much to me. He gives he a chance to rant and rave about what is really bugging me. I can tell him how I hate Sloane for risking my life every time he sends me on a mission. I can tell him what went wrong on my missions, what really happened. He is the only one that I can completely confide in, and he cares. He doesn't just listen to be polite, he really cares. When I return from a mission, I contact him as soon as humanly possible; I know he worries a lot about me - too much in fact. I long ago realized that he would do nearly anything for me, whether he was breaking protocol or not. Surprisingly, I found this to be a really sexy aspect of him. My heart nearly broke when he told me it was my life that was important, not the mission. Not bringing down SD-6. Me. He wanted me to be ok.
I have been so blind to him. When I was beginning to have feelings that the CIA would consider far beyond inappropriate, I knew I needed to do something to stop myself. I had to put distance between us again before I got us killed. Not long after I decided that, Noah came back. I really wanted to kick his ass when I saw him; he had just left me with no good bye or anything. I was mortified when he had to save me; I never screw up like that, only when he's around. I should have had some instinct about him - nearly dying twice while he was with me; it was a sign. That bastard, he knew I would fall for him again, he fooled me again.
I'm such a fool. It must be some kind of self-destructive mechanism that I have. I felt so guilty facing Vaughn after that night with Noah. I felt as if I had cheated on him. That seems stupid; can't cheat on someone you can't have, right? Wrong. I thought maybe Noah had changed for a while. I don't think that I really feel bad for killing Noah. I didn't kill him in cold blood, he was attacking me, and I wasn't wearing a mask. When that psychotic bastard died, I felt as if I had righted a wrong between Vaughn and I. Maybe I'm the psycho. Maybe I just love Vaughn. Hell, there's no maybe about it.'
Sydney stopped in front of the warehouse and killed her engine. She looked over to the warehouse and sighed. She stepped out of her vehicle and walked quickly to the door. She opened the door quietly and stepped into the dark building.
'I can't keep hiding my feelings from Vaughn like this. I need to let him know so...so what, so I'll feel better? Telling him will only hurt him. I shouldn't tell him. What if he doesn't know that I... how could he? I don't exactly let on that I am madly in love with him. Well, I did throw a big fit when he got reassigned, but Lambert was really pissing me off. Besides, he wasn't Vaughn. No one would ever be Vaughn. Which is exactly why I need to tell...'
"Hey," Vaughn said as I approached him, his green eyes burning into my soul.
"Um, hey. Look, Vaughn, I need to talk to you. I need to talk to yo..."
"Look, I have wonderful news," Vaughn said, cutting me off in mid-sentence. "This could be it. I mean, the end. Sydney," Vaughn said looking up at me, his forehead wrinkled in contemplation. "Sydney, this could be your last mission."
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