A/N: Sorry I procrastinated. Writer's block for a while. lol. Um this is like the next to last chap so get ready for the end- it's coming very soon.

Chapter 11~ "Colloquium"~ Vaughn's POV

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was standing outside a safe house in Wyoming, the icy air nipping at my face and making my eyes water. I couldn't believe I'd called Josie. Reaching up to the small circular doorbell, I hesitated. Did I really want to do this?

'Just do it.'

Finally, I hit it hard with my thumb. I almost turned and hurried away as the door creaked open, but I willed myself to stay put.

The door opened, and there she was.

Four years had separated us, but I never thought it was make a considerable difference. But here she was and although she was still Josie, she was so changed.

"Hello," she greeted softly.

"Hey," I responded.

"Um… come in…"

Slowly, I entered the house and she led me to the living room.

We searched for something to start the conversation with. What do you say to the person you loved but hadn't seen or heard from in four years? Josie found something. 

"So… I met your friend Sydney yesterday."

I nodded. "Yeah I know… she told me. Um… that's why I called, remember?"

She laughed nervously. "Oh. Right."

"So… how have you been…?"

"Okay. I didn't expect you to call me. I always wondered if you would, but I didn't expect it."

I avoided her eyes. "Neither did I."

More silence.

"Sydney seems nice. I really enjoyed meeting her."

I flinched, remembering our argument. "Sydney's great. She's actually… on a mission in Bosnia."

"Oh… it must kill you while she's gone."

I was taken aback. "What's that mean?"

She shrugged. "Nothing… is something wrong?"

"What do you mean 'is something wrong?' I'm in the safe house of the girlfriend I haven't seen in four years and is off having heart to hearts behind my back with the agent I'm handling, and you ask if something's wrong?!"

She blinked. "Sorry. Guess I struck a nerve. But I didn't mean what's wrong in general. I meant why did you get so upset when I mentioned Sydney. It may have been four years, but I can still tell when something's bugging you."

Damn. She could still read me like a book. "It's nothing. We just had a fight before she left, that's all."

"Oh. If you don't mind me asking, about what?"

"Honestly, about her coming here when I told her not to. I always thought we could trust each other. I guess not."

She shook her head and sighed. "Don't you understand?"

"Understand what?"

"The girl is a spy, and an incredible one at that. She has some pretty heavy stuff to worry about. Do you think she would've come all the way here to talk to me just out of curiosity?"

"Then why did she?" I replied.

"She was worried about you. She cared about you enough to see me just so she could help with whatever was bothering you. Apparently, you didn't see that. 

"I remember what it's like to have your intentions and true feelings doubted by you. I remember what you said to me after I admitted who I was on prom night. It hurt pretty damn bad. And I assume you performed a similar scene to her."

I looked down, realizing she was right. But I didn't want to talk about it.

"I care about her. A lot," I said quietly. "But I came here to talk to you. I haven't seen you since…"

"Since I found out the truth. I… I remember perfectly. I was only a secretary for SD-8. I knew that I was working for the government, but I upheld my role as a reporter since that's all I really did anyway. I wrote up mission reports."

She got up from the couch and began pacing around the room as she recalled the story we both already knew so well.

"They must have found out about my involvement with a CIA agent and saw it as a perfect opportunity, because three weeks after the relationship started, they put me in field agent training. Then, I finally told you about it and you were terrified but explained the truth."

"I couldn't stand to know that you were out there betraying your country without knowing it and being used," I explained.

She stopped pacing and smiled weakly, then went on. "I knew I couldn't remain working for them. I could've become a double, but I didn't. I'm not as brave as Sydney, I guess. I was too scared. So you sent me here. We haven't seen each other since."

"Josie, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. Like I told Sydney, I'm really fine here. When she brings them down, and I know she will, we'll all be free."

I stood and put my hand on her shoulder. "You're really alright?"

"Yes," she answered sincerely.

"I miss you. Let's try to keep in touch more often."

She smiled, that grin that still lit up her whole face and made her eyes shine. "That would be great. I miss you too, Sam."

My eyes shot up to meet hers. "What did you call me?"

Laughing, she shrugged. "Sorry, Michael. You'll always be Sam to me."

I laughed with her.

"You might want to get back to L.A. I think you have a friend who deserves your apology."

I shook my head and grinned, headed for the door. "You really are amazing, Josie Geller."

"You too, Sam Coul… Michael Vaughn."

We smiled warmly once more and I left, knowing the memories would finally leave me in peace.