Okay for those who are confused.......the guy in the last chapter, Chase, was Amy Tippin's fiancé. Sorry for not being more clear on that.

"Oh my god!" Sydney exclaimed turning away and quickly shoving the gun back in her purse. Will had known since Taipei, and after The Alliance was taken down Sydney had come clean to everyone else about working for the CIA, but it was still awkward to pull a gun on her friends in parking lot. "Sam, Will......I am so sorry."
"Syd-" Will began uncertainly, blush covering his cheeks.
"Syd, are you okay?" Samantha asked, pulling her blouse back onto her shoulders.
"Yeah," Sydney said, swearing to herself. 'Of course Will and his fiancé have every right to make out in their own car idiot!'
"Are you sure?" Will asked touching her arm lightly.
"Yes it's just-" She started
"Hey there you are!" Francie yelled, jogging over to join them, "Oh my! Will, honey, that shade of lipstick does nothing for you"
Syd and Francie grinned as they watched both blush again and Will rub it away furiously with the sleeve of his shirt.
Francie shook her head, "Now this is not fair! You're out here doing god knows what while Syd and I here are playing hostesses at your rehearsal dinner, running your errands, and helping you try on hideous wedding dresses?"
"Oh yeah right! Like you guys didn't love trying on those dresses!" Sam laughed.
"Oh we sure loved it alright. Engaged person throws it in her friends faces that they're still single. Tons of fun!" Francie said as they started back toward the party.
"Well both of you shouldn't be single.....especially you Syd!" Sam said.
"Oh god! If you're going to bring that up again, I'm definitely going to need another drink!" Sydney groaned.
"Well I hate to tell you this Sydney, but she does sort of have a point." Francie said.
"What?" Sydney exclaimed.
"See?" Sam said, "I mean come on! What was up with that?"
"I had my reasons! Besides it's not like for woman's life to be full she has to be married or attached to a man somehow. What is this 1940?" Sydney ranted, going into liberated feminist mode.
Sam looked at her, "You're in a mood."
She sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling all that well today."
"Oh I'm sorry," Sam said sympathetically. Will and Francie simply exchanged knowing glances. She sighed again, obviously they'd noticed this before. Oh well....they could assume whatever they wanted.
Once the party was over Francie headed strait back to their place, Sydney excused her self saying that she'd be home later. She got in her car and headed to the place that, since her 2nd year at SD-6, she could always go for some time alone..... the pier.
The night was as peaceful as ever. A cool breeze that lightly disturbed her hair, the rhythmic crashing of waves, and a clear sky that showed the few stars strong enough to shine over the bright lights of Los Angeles. Sydney smiled a genuine smile for the first time that day, and made her way to her favorite spot. Someone else was already standing there. Sydney groaned inwardly, even though it wasn't her really her own personal spot it felt that way sometimes. She walked a little closer than stopped, the person standing there looked like......'No Syd! You are not going to do this three times in one night!' she told herself firmly, and walked past him to another part of the pier. She looked out at the dark ocean trying to relax, but still felt unsettled.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" she muttered under her breath. Then turned around, stalked over to the man, and reached up to his shoulder to turn him around. There were few things could actually surprise Sydney very much. This was an exception. She couldn't even think, so she just stood there with an expression of shock etched across her face.
Neither of them spoke for what seemed like an eternity, until finally he whispered in an almost imperceptibly soft voice, "Hi."