A/N: Ok finally, here we go with chapter 10.

Chapter Ten

I smiled reassuringly at Anya and opened the door to my home.

"Syd? That you?" Francie emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"It's me, Francie."

"Hey! Who's this?" she gestured to Anya.

"This is… my friend from work, Anya. Anya, this is my best friend and room mate Francie," I introduced.

"Hello, Anya. It's nice to meet you."

The shook hands.

"You too, Francie," Anya replied quietly.

"Cool accent," Francie commented. "Where are you from?"

"Sydney, Australia, actually."

Francie laughed.

"Syd home?" a voice called from the hallway.

"I'm back, Will!" I yelled back.

"He's here again?" I mouthed playfully to Francie.

She laughed.

Will walked into the room. "Hey, Syd. How was your…" he stopped suddenly, laying his blue eyes on Anya. "…trip?"

"Fine…"

His eyes remained on Anya, then he blinked and fixed his gaze back on me. "Um, who's your friend?"

"This is Anya…" I glanced at her for permission and she gave a slight nod. "Anya Jeffons. She's an old friend of mine from work and we met up again in San Diego."

Anya looked puzzled about the lies, but after everything that had happened I guess she assumed keeping her mouth shut was best.

Will shot out his hand. "Hey, Anya. Will Tippin. Great to meet you."

"You too…" Anya softly returned, smiling. Although they were done being introduced, their hands remained clasped before them.

Francie and I exchanged looks and grinned.

Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking their trance. Reluctantly, they put their hands down.

"Anya, we should go. I'll help you find where you're staying."

She nodded. "Alright. It was nice meeting both of you," her eyes traveled to Will. "I hope we see each other again soon." Somehow, I suspected that was aimed generally in one direction.

She and Will smiled to each other again and we left.

We walked to my car in silence then Anya, in a matter of fact way commented "He's cute."

I laughed. "Yeah, he is. You two seemed to hit it off pretty well."

Anya shrugged. "Well, he did seem like a nice guy…" her expression suddenly changed. "Wait… you're not… involved with him are you?"

I gasped. "No, no! Will and I are just best friends. Besides, you just met the guy!"

Anya smiled. "I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to make sure you weren't seeing anyone else or something…"

"What do you mean anyone else? I'm not seeing anyone at all."

As we stopped at a red light, I saw her frown. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"Oh. So you and my… brother…?"

Ah. So that's what she was getting at. "What gave you that idea?"

"Gee, I don't know," she began sarcastically. "The lingering, longing glances? The way your hands always seem to brush against one another's and sometimes you hold hands too? You seem to flirt whenever opportunity strikes, and no offense, but it doesn't take a spy to notice how jealous you were when he talked to me for so long when we first met, before we knew about our relation."

I stared as I pulled into the front of the warehouse, where I was really taking Anya. Was I really that obvious?

"Um… oh. Right. Well, we actually have to go meet him here now. Let's… um… go."

Anya nodded knowingly and followed me out of the car and into the warehouse.

"Hey, Vaughn."

"Hi Sydney… hey Anya."

Anya looked confused. "Vaughn? I mean, I heard you call him that before but… Vaughn?"

"It's my… the last name I grew up with," Vaughn replied.

"…Jeffons. Michael Jeffons. Agent Michael Jeffons. What's my counter mission, Jeffons?" I tried out, then shook my head. It just doesn't sound right. You'll always be Vaughn."

We all laughed quietly then I said softly to Vaughn, "What can we tell her?"

"I explained the situation to Devlin and he gave me the go ahead to tell Anya everything, but she has about 50 nondisclosure agreements to sign and then Devlin wants to see her," he said, holding up a folder filled with documents.

Anya said nothing, but her eyes were blank. "Who is Devlin? And why does he want to see me?"

Vaughn and I looked at each other and he sighed tiredly, shifting his attention back to his twin.

Somehow, in that moment, I understood. And I could almost feel Vaughn's pain at having to do this, but the only way out was Anya's 'no.' There was no way in Hell any of us wanted to do this, but thanks to Devlin it was Anya's choice.

"Devlin's the CIA director in L.A. He went over your personal file and he thinks you fit a profile. Now I'm going to explain a lot of things to you that can never leave this room and when I'm done, you're going to have to make a decision."

Glancing nervously at her brother, Anya whispered, "What do you mean?"

"Devlin thinks…" Vaughn began, struggling. He looked at me and I smiled encouragingly. "Devlin thinks we can get you into SD-6 to become another double agent. He wants you to follow in our father's path."

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A/N: Ok it seems like no one really likes this anymore, but I'm continuing it anyway so at least review? Even if it's to say that you hate it? PLEASE? Lol.