A/N: okay I forgot to mention in the first chap.– the idea for this story kind of came to me while reading one of those Vaughn/Sydney karaoke things and it reminded me of the club in NBK. I kinda went from there. Anyway, this story is meant completely for comedic purposes and I have absolutely no reason to believe that any of this stuff could've actually happened. Although, the way I'm writing it, it's actually a possibility. Lol.

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Chapter Two

An hour after Weiss left, Vaughn still sat in his office. He stared intently at the phone, waiting for her call. He had to know she was safe and that she'd gotten back from the mission okay. That was all he wanted. He knew that shouldn't be. That a handler wasn't supposed to sit around with a migraine and serious anxiety problems because they were worried about their agent, but it was out of his control.

Resting his head in his hands, Vaughn noticed the notebook that Weiss had teased him about. He opened it to the scribbled on back page and stared at the names, once again feeling the world around him fade into memories…

*~FLASHBACK~*

"…My first season of pee-wee hockey…well, honestly, I was terrible. I couldn't skate, I was afraid to take a hit…then one day my father brings me home this brand new helmet, signed by Gordie Howe," he had said while playfully slapping around a puck with the hockey stick he had behind his desk. The class didn't react the way he'd expected. They all gave him a blank stare, as though confused.

"Come on, guys, Gordie Howe!" Vaughn had persisted at seeing the unrecognizing looks. He searched for a way to relate them. "He was like…like the Tiger Woods of hockey."

That worked better than expected. The class rustled with, "Ahh!'s" and "Wow!'s"

"Now every time I put on this helmet, I feel invincible. Suddenly I'm skating harder, I'm checking people left and right…I even got thrown out of a game once for fighting. The point here is that disguise can be liberating. It can make us do things that we wouldn't do in ordinary life. And for Rosiland, her male costume opens the possibilities for the great love of her life."

*~END FLASHBACK~*

Ha. If only disguises were really like he had said they were. He'd been in disguise plenty of times. That year at Southglen South, now almost four years ago, that was just another example. But even in his disguises, he felt like himself. If disguises could really change a person so much, why couldn't any disguise let him admit his feelings for Sydney? Or make him stop feeling them at that.

Why was he always falling for the ones he couldn't possibly be with? Whether it was the law, or protocol getting in the way…just like with Josie.

Everything had worked out with Josie Geller, reporter for Chicago Sun Times. It turned out that she wasn't really seventeen as she'd claimed to be and so he was able to legally be with her. But then the situation changed…he found out things about her that he hadn't anticipated. Things that, as Weiss had pointed out, endangered them both.

Why had Devlin ever given him that assignment? Why him? Why not Weiss or even Jack Bristow? Why him? It was the question that plagued him every day…

*~FLASHBACK~*

"Agent Vaughn? I have an important assignment for you," Devlin said during their meeting. "We have evidence that SD-6 has set up headquarters in Chicago, Illinois. They have just set up the branch there and it's very small and undeveloped. If we act now, we can take down that branch before it grows any larger. It won't hugely effect all of SD-6's operation, but it's definitely a step in the right direction."
            "So, what's the mission?" Vaughn asked slowly.

"It's a very complex one, one that you will need a year to complete with success. It's simple in theory, but in order to act out your part properly you will need a year. You will pose as a teacher at a high school in Chicago called Southglen South under the alias Samuel Coulson. You find out their cover offices, gather as much information on them as possible, and once you have the right information, use it to destroy them. We'll, of course, have a team there with you for assistance."

Vaughn let the information sink in, deep in thought for a moment or two. "Uh-huh. Got it. So…when do I leave?"

"Tonight," Devlin replied. "You start your new job on Monday."

END FLASHBACK

What had he done to deserve that? Ha. So that was his reward for being a good agent. He always did well on his missions so he got sent on important ones. That was a nice thing for a while, until that particular mission came along. That damn Chicago branch of SD-6. As if his life wasn't chaotic enough already at the time. He had been trampled with mission after mission… just like Sydney was now.

He wondered right then what Sydney would say if she knew he were sitting here reflecting and moping about his unchangeable past…probably just laugh and say something amazingly sweet and charming to lighten the mood.

He realized then, that Sydney and Josie were somewhat alike in a few aspects of their personality, even some of the things that they said. After a minute, he let that go and tried to focus on something else. But his mind kept wandering…

FLASHBACK

"So…how was your Thanksgiving?" Vaughn asked Sydney in the dim light of the warehouse as she got ready to leave.

"Fine- my friend got engaged."

He smiled slightly. "What-what's her name?"

Sydney returned the smile and eyed him curiously, but answered "Francie."

"Oh."

"So, how was yours?" she retreated.

He shrugged. "Typical. Spent it with my mom."

"What about…is it Alice?" she questioned lightly.

"Yeah…we broke up."

Sydney nodded sympathetically, but used all her will to hide the smile forcing its way across her lips.

END FLASHBACK

Vaughn got up and paced around his office as he thought about that particular warehouse meeting. He remembered not being sure if he should've been flattered or annoyed when he saw Sydney trying to hide the relief she felt when she heard of his breakup. Just like Josie on prom night…

FLASHBACK

Josie looked up at him as they twirled around the dance floor. The prom queen tiara sparkled in her hair under the mirror ball lights. "So…is your girlfriend here?"

"No actually we…we broke up," he answered quickly.

"Oh, that's kind of funny because you know, "prom" comes from "promenade" and you can't promenade alone, can you?" Josie asked jokingly.

Vaughn laughed. "You're amazing, Josie Geller."

END FLASHBACK

"You're amazing, Josie Geller," he had said sincerely, wondering how the hell he had gotten himself into this situation. Here he was, a 29 year old CIA agent pretending to be a teacher, and he was dancing with the most amazing girl he'd known at that point in his life. And she was, supposedly, a seventeen year old girl. Of course, he'd had no idea what was in store for him fifteen minutes later.

And he'd been completely unaware of the girl who would step into his life four years later…

FLASHBACK

Vaughn carefully approached Sydney, whom he saw quietly sipping a coffee and staring intently into a shop window. Window shopping. He reached to get the violin case of information from the bench behind her and she acknowledged him.

"You're amazing," he told her softly.

She replied flatly, "I am not amazing."

"You did a great job," he argued. "You sure you're ready to meet with Devlin?"

"Yeah."

END FLASHBACK

A/N: If I screwed up any of the lines from the movie or show in the flashbacks, I apologize. I wrote most of them from memory. PLEASE review!!