[U] Chapter 19 [/U]
"Hey, you were Mike's partner in Spain, right?" Weiss asked casually.
"Yeah. I'm Erin Duval," she stuck out her hand.
"Eric Weiss," Weiss replied, trying to sound formal.
"Weiss.that sounds familiar.I think Mike said something about you."
"Something good I hope."
Erin grinned.
"Well, he - Michael! Excuse me," she said, looking after Vaughn who had just stepped into his office.
"Oh, sure," Weiss responded, flustered at the sudden distraction. He watched her make her way towards Vaughn's room, and sighed.
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"Sydney," Dixon said in a commanding voice.
Sydney turned around to face him, the wheels on her chair squeaked.
"What's up?"
"I've been thinking.and something's just not right. Just tell me what's up. I think I have a right to know."
Oh no, not this again, Sydney thought.
"Sydney.Sloane is looking for a mole. We know that. I just want to make sure it isn't you," Dixon said, sensing Sydney's discomfort.
"Dixon - "
"I don't want to hear it. No excuses this time. Tell me what you're really doing and -"
"Dixon! Not in here, please? Can we discuss this over dinner?" Sydney pleaded, raising her eyes to see if anyone overheard. Hell, there are those tiny microscopic microphones that are planted everywhere.crap.
Dixon stared at her for a second, and nodded.
"The Diner.seven o'clock," Sydney whispered, turning back to her computer. Working for this supposedly "black-ops" division of the CIA really sucked.
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"Where are you going?" Weiss called, seeing Vaughn pass his office in a hurry.
"I'm late for dinner," Vaughn replied.
Weiss was out of his office in a second. "Since when did you have dinner on schedule?"
"Since this afternoon. Erin ask-"
"She asked you out, didn't she?" Weiss said dejectedly.
"What? No.she said she wanted to discuss something over dinner. Don't know what though.
"Good. Where are you two going?"
"The Diner. On Jacksonville."
"Well? What are you waiting for? Don't want to keep the woman waiting," Weiss grinned.
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"Hey, you were Mike's partner in Spain, right?" Weiss asked casually.
"Yeah. I'm Erin Duval," she stuck out her hand.
"Eric Weiss," Weiss replied, trying to sound formal.
"Weiss.that sounds familiar.I think Mike said something about you."
"Something good I hope."
Erin grinned.
"Well, he - Michael! Excuse me," she said, looking after Vaughn who had just stepped into his office.
"Oh, sure," Weiss responded, flustered at the sudden distraction. He watched her make her way towards Vaughn's room, and sighed.
--
"Sydney," Dixon said in a commanding voice.
Sydney turned around to face him, the wheels on her chair squeaked.
"What's up?"
"I've been thinking.and something's just not right. Just tell me what's up. I think I have a right to know."
Oh no, not this again, Sydney thought.
"Sydney.Sloane is looking for a mole. We know that. I just want to make sure it isn't you," Dixon said, sensing Sydney's discomfort.
"Dixon - "
"I don't want to hear it. No excuses this time. Tell me what you're really doing and -"
"Dixon! Not in here, please? Can we discuss this over dinner?" Sydney pleaded, raising her eyes to see if anyone overheard. Hell, there are those tiny microscopic microphones that are planted everywhere.crap.
Dixon stared at her for a second, and nodded.
"The Diner.seven o'clock," Sydney whispered, turning back to her computer. Working for this supposedly "black-ops" division of the CIA really sucked.
--
"Where are you going?" Weiss called, seeing Vaughn pass his office in a hurry.
"I'm late for dinner," Vaughn replied.
Weiss was out of his office in a second. "Since when did you have dinner on schedule?"
"Since this afternoon. Erin ask-"
"She asked you out, didn't she?" Weiss said dejectedly.
"What? No.she said she wanted to discuss something over dinner. Don't know what though.
"Good. Where are you two going?"
"The Diner. On Jacksonville."
"Well? What are you waiting for? Don't want to keep the woman waiting," Weiss grinned.
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