A/N: Now that I've switched to Vaughn's POV, I'm switching again. Lol. This one will be told by Sydney. A small portion of it will be told by Will as well.
Chapter Six- Sydney's POV
I haven't known Vaughn very long. A year, maybe. Possibly a little longer. But we've been through a lot and dealt with a lot, and I feel like I've known him my whole life.
So naturally, I knew he was keeping something from me. I watched his back as he left the warehouse, his heartfelt story rushing through my mind. I knew he wouldn't tell me anything more. Not soon, at least. I'd have to take this matter into my own hands.
Already my super spy mind was forming a plan…
~Fifteen Minutes Later~ Will's Apartment~
"Hey Will, open up, it's me," I announced as I tapped on the door of my best friend's apartment. The door swung open a second later.
"Hey Syd," he greeted as he led me inside. "What's up?"
"Nothing. But I need to ask a favor."
Will looked up from the laptop he'd sat down to type on. "Yeah?"
"Well, the other day I was talking to this friend I had back in high school. She mentioned that another friend of ours who always loved writing became a journalist a few years back. I thought it would be cool to give her a call and catch up on old times. Problem is, I don't have her number or anything," I explained, telling the first lie that came to mind.
Will smiled. "So you want me, the go-to reporter, to help you find this person?"
I nodded, grinning sheepishly.
"Alright. What newspaper does she work for? I can do a search on all the reporters for that newspaper when I go to work on Monday."
"Chicago Sun Times. Her name's Josie Geller. Thanks for helping me, Will. I could get everything myself but she has such a common name… it would take forever."
Will nodded understandingly. "Yeah, yeah. It's no problem."
~Will's Office- Monday Morning (Will's POV)~
"Okay, Will… here are the details of the article. Um, three hundred words on the whole 'deadly mosquito' thing by tomorrow, one o clock. You really have to get this one in on time," Jenny dropped a thick folder on my desk.
"Uh-huh. I will. Thanks, Jenny," I replied as she flashed me a wide smile and left, her silver bangle bracelets clattering against one another as she turned away.
I watched her walk away until I was sure she wasn't coming back, and then clicked my computer mouse. Quickly, I typed in Chicago Sun Times. One match came up and I clicked again, selecting it.
What would you like to search for? A message popped up on the screen. I highlighted Reporter or staff member. When a little text box appeared, I typed "Geller, Josie."
Again, one match came up. I read over it before printing it out for Sydney.
Name: Josephine D. Geller
DOB: January 10, 1974
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Current Location: Unknown
Address: Unknown
Home Phone Number: Unknown
Cellular Phone/ Pager: 773- 471- 1247
Hmm. Odd that so much information was missing. Maybe she figured no one would need to find her. Maybe she just didn't want to be found. Either way, the small portion of information given would help Sydney.
I hit the print button, folded the sheet of paper neatly in two and put it in my pocket, then got to word one on the mosquito article.
~Sydney's POV~
When Will not surprisingly showed up after work Monday afternoon, I was packing up for a business trip to Philadelphia.
Or at least, Will thought I was packing for a business trip to Philadelphia. In truth, I was getting ready for a mission to Khaskovo to retrieve a virus strain from some guy with a name as unpronounceable as the country but… Will just didn't need to know that.
"Hey Will," I called from my room when I heard Francie open the door and his familiar steps walk through.
"Hey, Syd!" he answered. He and Francie chatted for a few minutes and I went back to my packing. Just as I was folding a skimpy, electric blue dress, most likely from a place like 'Whores R' Us,' for the mission, Will entered the room. I threw the dress quickly into the suitcase and put my hand down on the top.
Will gave me a puzzled glance but his eyes were smiling as he pulled a paper out of his pocket. "Here. The information, as promised."
I took the sheet from him and smiled. "Thanks."
"No problem. Though, I'll have you know that getting that information cost me ten minutes I could have been using to write a fascinating article about four people who died of mosquito bites."
I grinned and shook my head. "Really, like you would've actually been doing your work anyway."
"Hey, I do my work!" he shot back.
"Sometimes, when there's no cheerleader distracting you."
Will sighed. "How many times must I tell you that-"
"The relationship means nothing," I finished in unison with him.
He laughed. "It doesn't!"
"Uh-huh. Well, thanks a lot for this. It's a big help. But I have a trip tonight and I really need to get ready."
"Sure, Syd. Have fun in Philly," he headed towards the door. "Bring me back a cheese stake."
"Funny," I said sarcastically as he left the room.
After he left, I finished packing. Finally, I unfolded the piece of paper and read the typed information. Next to Josie's name was her picture.
She was pretty, I guess. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous but pretty. Light blonde curls fell down to just above her shoulders and her eyes sparkled a deep blue. Her smile in the picture dazzled so brightly that you would think she had not a care in the world. Her vague information suggested otherwise.
Why was there next to nothing written about her? Odd. I'd be home from my mission tomorrow. Then I'd call her cell phone.
Tomorrow, I'd get the answers Vaughn was desperately trying to hide.
A/N: Don't you love how I worked in my city there? Philly? Lol. Just a note- I have no idea whose phone number Josie's cell is. It's most likely a real number, but I don't know. I looked up Chicago to get the 773 area code, and made up the rest. (Using 47 particularly. Lol) So I wouldn't recommend calling it and asking for Josie. Like you people would've anyway. Lol. Review please!