A/N: Hey, thanx for all the great reviews, a special thanx goes out to one
person who took the time to email me, correcting me on the O type blood. O
type blood is pretty common but AB Negative is the rarest kind. Keep
reading, this chap. should be full of a lot of V/S shippiness. LOL (
My dreams were filled with images and sounds that I couldn't identify but at the same time seemed familiar. I woke up, sweat pouring down my forehead, and Vaughn's emerald eyes, filled with worry, right in front of me. "Syd, it was just a dream, calm down, it was just a dream." He said and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.
"Thank God, Vaughn, where am I?" for the life of me I couldn't remember last night.
"Same place as last night Syd, don't you remember? We're at a CIA hospital in France."
"Oh, yeah, I remember now." I said and gave him a smile, he smiled back.
"Well you'd better get ready, we have to leave in an hour. Your mother's goons are still looking for us; one came into the hospital and asked for you. We didn't let him in."
"Really? Oh I'm so sorry Vaughn, I'm causing so much trouble for everyone, especially you." Vaughn looked up and smiled at me, that same stunning smile. He took my hand again.
"Sydney, there's no other place that I'd rather be, besides, I came at my own free will, you didn't make me do anything."
"Thank you Vaughn. You don't know how much it means to me that you are here right now." I lay back on the hospital bed, rubbing my arm.
"Your welcome Syd, but here, lets get you into this so that we can leave." He said and held up a skimpy, Las Vegas singer-like dress. It was red with black lace at the edges; I could tell that it wouldn't even come close to my knees.
"Why do I have to wear that?" I said in disbelief. He smiled and blushed a little.
"This dress will get us into the Fleur Dele Coeur, a French night club. The CIA wants something from one of its guests, a man by the name of Charles Wetmore, he has a key card in his wallet. We need that key card to get into a vault in Paris. You will have to sing a song and steal his wallet from his back right pocket." He said and rubbed his head. "I'm really sorry Syd, but this is the only way we can get back to L.A. The CIA won't let us back until we get that key card."
"Okay Vaughn, but why do I have to sing?"
"Because you are signed up to sing and to get, uh, close to Mr. Wetmore so that you can pick pocket him."
"Okay, if this will get us back to L.A., back home then I'll do anything!" I said and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom was white tiled and it had a small shower on the left side. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't even recognize the face in front of me. My hair was jet black, left over from my last mission and I had a big bruise on my cheekbone. In few words, I looked like a mess.
"Vaughn, I'm going to take a shower okay?" I said and closed the door.
"Okay Syd, but make it short, we don't want to be late." He called back. I slipped off the hospital gown, it wasn't one of the ones that had an open back thank God, and turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it.
Stepping into the scalding water, I saw the black hair dye streaming down my body and down the drain. I wished that my double agent life could disappear that quickly.
After washing my hair two times and scrubbing my cut and bruised body, I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair with a drier I found on the counter. I walked out of the bathroom, not expecting Vaughn there, in nothing but my towel wrapped around my body. He was fiddling with his cell phone and when I walked in, he started up.
I blushed furiously; I expect that my face was the color of the dress. "Uh, could you toss me the dress?" I said for lack of better words. He did and I ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believe that I just did that! Walking towards Vaughn, almost naked! It was almost enough to kill me with embarrassment.
I slipped into the dress; it didn't look half bad on me, and then realized that the zipper was stuck. I tried and tried to get it but gave up. "Vaughn? Could you help me please? My zipper's stuck." I heard him get off the bed and open the door. His reflection in the mirror showed that he was embarrassed and, there was something else there that I just couldn't, for the life of me, identify.
He walked over to me and I felt his hand brush across my bare back. It gave me shivers. After fiddling with it for almost a minute, he got it and I felt his hands go all the way up my back.
"There's a necklace too" he said and held it up. It was huge and had a stunning ruby in the middle of it, surrounded my jewels, the chain was of a black metal.
"Oh my gosh, this is the most expensive looking necklace that I've ever seen! I've never seen so many diamonds or rubies before in my life!"
"Well, it's all real, just for decoration, of course, but the CIA said it was for you." Vaughn said and I saw his gaze shift, I knew he was lying again but I didn't want to get into it.
"Thank you, could you put it on me please?"
"Sure." Vaughn said and his hands gave me shivers once again. A long chain ran down the back and I felt his hands go all the way down to where the chain stopped with a ruby.
"We better go huh?" I said and noticed that I wasn't wearing any make up. "Right after I put on my make up that is." He smiled.
"We couldn't have you going and forgetting your face now could we." He said and I laughed, a real laugh. He was one of the few people who could make me give out a genuine laugh.
I applied a thick ring of eyeliner around my eyes and put on some cover up to hide the bruises. To finish it off I put on some burgundy lipstick that matched the color of the dress.
"Okay, shall we?" I said and stepped out into the hospital room. Vaughn's mouth dropped open and I smiled.
He quickly shut his codfish-like mouth and said " Yeah, there's a car waiting for us out back."
He opened the door and we headed out.
My dreams were filled with images and sounds that I couldn't identify but at the same time seemed familiar. I woke up, sweat pouring down my forehead, and Vaughn's emerald eyes, filled with worry, right in front of me. "Syd, it was just a dream, calm down, it was just a dream." He said and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.
"Thank God, Vaughn, where am I?" for the life of me I couldn't remember last night.
"Same place as last night Syd, don't you remember? We're at a CIA hospital in France."
"Oh, yeah, I remember now." I said and gave him a smile, he smiled back.
"Well you'd better get ready, we have to leave in an hour. Your mother's goons are still looking for us; one came into the hospital and asked for you. We didn't let him in."
"Really? Oh I'm so sorry Vaughn, I'm causing so much trouble for everyone, especially you." Vaughn looked up and smiled at me, that same stunning smile. He took my hand again.
"Sydney, there's no other place that I'd rather be, besides, I came at my own free will, you didn't make me do anything."
"Thank you Vaughn. You don't know how much it means to me that you are here right now." I lay back on the hospital bed, rubbing my arm.
"Your welcome Syd, but here, lets get you into this so that we can leave." He said and held up a skimpy, Las Vegas singer-like dress. It was red with black lace at the edges; I could tell that it wouldn't even come close to my knees.
"Why do I have to wear that?" I said in disbelief. He smiled and blushed a little.
"This dress will get us into the Fleur Dele Coeur, a French night club. The CIA wants something from one of its guests, a man by the name of Charles Wetmore, he has a key card in his wallet. We need that key card to get into a vault in Paris. You will have to sing a song and steal his wallet from his back right pocket." He said and rubbed his head. "I'm really sorry Syd, but this is the only way we can get back to L.A. The CIA won't let us back until we get that key card."
"Okay Vaughn, but why do I have to sing?"
"Because you are signed up to sing and to get, uh, close to Mr. Wetmore so that you can pick pocket him."
"Okay, if this will get us back to L.A., back home then I'll do anything!" I said and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom was white tiled and it had a small shower on the left side. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't even recognize the face in front of me. My hair was jet black, left over from my last mission and I had a big bruise on my cheekbone. In few words, I looked like a mess.
"Vaughn, I'm going to take a shower okay?" I said and closed the door.
"Okay Syd, but make it short, we don't want to be late." He called back. I slipped off the hospital gown, it wasn't one of the ones that had an open back thank God, and turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it.
Stepping into the scalding water, I saw the black hair dye streaming down my body and down the drain. I wished that my double agent life could disappear that quickly.
After washing my hair two times and scrubbing my cut and bruised body, I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair with a drier I found on the counter. I walked out of the bathroom, not expecting Vaughn there, in nothing but my towel wrapped around my body. He was fiddling with his cell phone and when I walked in, he started up.
I blushed furiously; I expect that my face was the color of the dress. "Uh, could you toss me the dress?" I said for lack of better words. He did and I ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believe that I just did that! Walking towards Vaughn, almost naked! It was almost enough to kill me with embarrassment.
I slipped into the dress; it didn't look half bad on me, and then realized that the zipper was stuck. I tried and tried to get it but gave up. "Vaughn? Could you help me please? My zipper's stuck." I heard him get off the bed and open the door. His reflection in the mirror showed that he was embarrassed and, there was something else there that I just couldn't, for the life of me, identify.
He walked over to me and I felt his hand brush across my bare back. It gave me shivers. After fiddling with it for almost a minute, he got it and I felt his hands go all the way up my back.
"There's a necklace too" he said and held it up. It was huge and had a stunning ruby in the middle of it, surrounded my jewels, the chain was of a black metal.
"Oh my gosh, this is the most expensive looking necklace that I've ever seen! I've never seen so many diamonds or rubies before in my life!"
"Well, it's all real, just for decoration, of course, but the CIA said it was for you." Vaughn said and I saw his gaze shift, I knew he was lying again but I didn't want to get into it.
"Thank you, could you put it on me please?"
"Sure." Vaughn said and his hands gave me shivers once again. A long chain ran down the back and I felt his hands go all the way down to where the chain stopped with a ruby.
"We better go huh?" I said and noticed that I wasn't wearing any make up. "Right after I put on my make up that is." He smiled.
"We couldn't have you going and forgetting your face now could we." He said and I laughed, a real laugh. He was one of the few people who could make me give out a genuine laugh.
I applied a thick ring of eyeliner around my eyes and put on some cover up to hide the bruises. To finish it off I put on some burgundy lipstick that matched the color of the dress.
"Okay, shall we?" I said and stepped out into the hospital room. Vaughn's mouth dropped open and I smiled.
He quickly shut his codfish-like mouth and said " Yeah, there's a car waiting for us out back."
He opened the door and we headed out.