"Okay, I see you. I'm sixty degrees to your left." Sydney tapped her ear
phone. She scanned the room until her eyes rested on the handsome figure
lying before her. "Do you see me?"
"Oh yeah." Vaughn replied. "Great dress."
"It's amazing what they can pull together on a budget." Sydney laughed.
Vaughn laughed a reply and began to walk over to her. "Let's get going."
They were in a Parisian club and there were more people in that one area than in any other club. He came over to her wearing a black shirt with a pair of khaki pants. He extended his right hand to Sydney's left extended hand. She was wearing a black strapless dress and the brown curly wig. The couple made their way onto the dance floor, where Vaughn wrapped Sydney's arm around his neck and pulled her close. He let go of her hand and let his hand slide down her arm and rested almost comfortably on her hip. The techno music blared in their ears as she moved closer and closer to his already warm body.
"We finally get to be seen in public together." Sydney spoke into his ear.
"Listen, we got a couple of minutes to spare before the other agents show.." He said into her ear. His breath tickled the back of her neck and sent chills down her spine. His sweet lips almost touched her ear.
"Oh yeah?" Her hip hit his as she began to dance.
"And we never saw that hockey game-"
"Or went out to the restaurant in Barcelona." She pulled herself closer to him and all she could do was try to refrain from smiling to wide. It was a long time she flirted with someone. Not since Noah and even then it was too easy. Vaughn was not like anyone she ever met. Danny was safe and little unpredictable, Noah was too wild but Vaughn, Vaughn would always be there and he understood her but he had a side that she knew she didn't know.
"Yeah I know but what about if we dance a little bit now?" Vaughn let his hands slide down her side onto her rear end and rested on her waist. She put her hands on the back on his neck and played with the hairline on the back of his neck. A smile crept up to his face. After all of those years of learning to keep his emotions in check, he had finally let his guard down. She was the first one to ever understand this life and she was the only woman that was an active part of his day to day routine.
That was the smile she lived for. It lit up everything and made her feel so safe.so secure. It was the same smile she wished she could fill the picture frame he had given her for Christmas. She let herself be drawn closer to him, so close that they were almost pressed up against each other.both beginning to lose their breath. She felt his heart racing against her dress. The only that stopped him from holding onto her even tighter was the black, small backpack/purse thing that contained her next op's outfit.
"I would like that." She replied. She scoffed a little at her own flirty nature. Her eyes glanced around and as they settled on a familiar figure, her body drifted into a cold sweat. She brought her face close to his and looked down. "Vaughn."
"What?" He was still smiling and enjoying every minute that he was close to her. His hands drifted down her side but returned them to her waist again. It was all a tease to him. His forehead was almost pressed to hers and he looked down, trying to catch her eye.
She picked her head up and knew she had to tell him-now. She leaned in close to him and pressed her cheek against his. He thought his heart was going to melt. She found herself wishing she could press her check against him without having to talk business. Nothing could prepare him for what she was about to say. "Sark's here."
"What?"
"Sark is behind you and I think he saw me. We need to get downstairs before he does. And before he sees me-he knows about me and SD- " And with that, the real adventure began. She turned on her heels and wrapped Vaughn's hands around her waist. They made their way through the crowd, filled with people dancing and sweating all over each other, making sure they avoided Sark's direction. They made their way towards a door in the silver painted room with a high arched ceiling. There was a guard there.
"Stop. Where do you think you're going?"
Sydney straightened up and looked over her shoulder at Vaughn. She had a wonderful flirtatious look on her face, a little bad girl side of her. "Well, we need to get out of here. I want a room." She spoke with a very heavy French accent. "Isn't that right, baby?" She looked towards Vaughn and ran her soft tongue over her painted lips and white teeth rather suggestively and rolled her neck suggestively. She couldn't focus on the intense situation that she just lived through and now could only think of what lay ahead of her.
He leaned in closer to her and began to kiss the back of neck. "Oh yeah." He spoke with his native French accent.
He really knew how to make a girl's heart melt. There was nothing sexier than a man speaking French. "Go! Go!" The guard all but pushed them out of the door. "You are a very luck man." He grabbed Vaughn by the arm.
"Yeah, she's really great isn't she?" and he meant what he said. Vaughn smiled at her as she led him out of the heavy aluminum door. They made their way of the hectic club and saw stairs going upstairs to another level of the club and downstairs leading to the room that they needed to go to. She let go of his hands and he met her shoulder to shoulder. "You're armed, right?"
"Yeah." He replied. They hustled down the stairs for four flights. At last, they reached an aluminum door guarded by more guards. Sydney and Vaughn each took one guard that gave quite a fight. Vaughn wasn't used to working in the field but he brought the guard crashing down. Sydney was doing fine but the surprisingly flexible guard kicked her squarely on the cheek. It sent her back a little but only made her more angry. She hiked her dress up and kicked him on the chest. He immediately lost his breath and was sent crashing to the ground. He hit his head and was knocked out cold.
"All right!" She smiled happily.
"I'll get the door." Vaughn turned towards Sydney and pressed his shoulder into the aluminum door. "Easy." He stumbled a little bit as the door opened. He needed to impress this girl. "You know, you're something else.
Sydney laughed a reply but as she smiled, she felt the blood rushing to her cheek. "Mmmm.That guard!" She exclaimed as she ran her hand over her swelling face. Her heels clicked as they entered and she shut the door behind her with her free hand.
He turned around to face her. "What did you do to your cheek?" He turned to face her and placed his hand on her cheek. She looked away and bit her lip.
"Vaughn, I'm fine." She protested and started to move away from him.
"You're swelling." He grabbed her by the wrist and loved the feeling of her ivory skin beneath his hand. She still tried to get away, insisting that she was fine.
She stopped fidgeting. "It is? Do you think it's broken?"
"I don't think so."
"Good, I'm fine. Let's go."
"No, you're not. C'm here." He stepped closer to her and touched her ballooning face gingerly. She inhaled deeply and sharply. "Did that hurt?"
"A little, yeah." Her eyes darted around being careful not to look at his. All she wanted at that moment was for his hand to say on her face. It felt so warm and comforting.
He touched a few more areas on her high cheekbones. "I don't think you broke anything." His fingertips ran over a few more areas but it wasn't necessary. He just need to touch her but soon caught himself.
"Yeah?"
"Still doesn't look broken." He didn't want to move his hand away from her face and she didn't' want him to.
"Good." Her lips parted and her eyes met his. His eyes bounced between hers and her lips. It would just be one instant and everything would be explained. They drew closer to each other, inhaling each other's breath. Their worlds were merging into one. This wasn't the fairy tale romance that Sydney had dreamed of as a child but it was something so much sweeter. A handler and his agent falling desperately in love.
The moment was broken. His thoughts got in the way. This wasn't the night it was supposed to happen. "You all ready to get going?"
"We're here, aren't we?" She replied coyly. Her eyes settled on Vaughn and watched his scan the room. It was the strangest room. It was French style with classy country French furniture and paintings.
"Third painting from the door." He counted around the room until he came to an ugly painting that consisted of a white canvas with off white lines painted on it. It popped off the wall easily. She followed him but not before she checked him out. He was gorgeous!
"What type of place is this?" Sydney whispered as he moved the painting to the ground and revealed a door.
"A strange one." He replied looking over at her. She had bent over her leg and lifted the already short hem of the dress and revealed a long pick. Vaughn noticeably turned his head and watched her get her tool. Her body was absolutely perfect. She adjusted it in her hands and pressed it into the lock on the cabinet, which clicked and opened. She pulled the door open to reveal a safe to which she took her ring off and pressed it against the computer panel. The code was accessed and the safe opened, revealing a small vile of solution. The adrenaline was pumping through her body now. Being on an op like this was the most amazing feeling in the world.especially when she was working with Vaughn.
"Take it and meet me at the second sight. I'll be wearing the red gown." She handed him the vile and pressed it against him. There was that charge of electricity between them again.
"Be careful." He murmured and took the vile from her hand, still pressed against his chest. Their hands touched for an instant but there was no romance there. No room for love.
"You too."
He left without another word.
"Oh yeah." Vaughn replied. "Great dress."
"It's amazing what they can pull together on a budget." Sydney laughed.
Vaughn laughed a reply and began to walk over to her. "Let's get going."
They were in a Parisian club and there were more people in that one area than in any other club. He came over to her wearing a black shirt with a pair of khaki pants. He extended his right hand to Sydney's left extended hand. She was wearing a black strapless dress and the brown curly wig. The couple made their way onto the dance floor, where Vaughn wrapped Sydney's arm around his neck and pulled her close. He let go of her hand and let his hand slide down her arm and rested almost comfortably on her hip. The techno music blared in their ears as she moved closer and closer to his already warm body.
"We finally get to be seen in public together." Sydney spoke into his ear.
"Listen, we got a couple of minutes to spare before the other agents show.." He said into her ear. His breath tickled the back of her neck and sent chills down her spine. His sweet lips almost touched her ear.
"Oh yeah?" Her hip hit his as she began to dance.
"And we never saw that hockey game-"
"Or went out to the restaurant in Barcelona." She pulled herself closer to him and all she could do was try to refrain from smiling to wide. It was a long time she flirted with someone. Not since Noah and even then it was too easy. Vaughn was not like anyone she ever met. Danny was safe and little unpredictable, Noah was too wild but Vaughn, Vaughn would always be there and he understood her but he had a side that she knew she didn't know.
"Yeah I know but what about if we dance a little bit now?" Vaughn let his hands slide down her side onto her rear end and rested on her waist. She put her hands on the back on his neck and played with the hairline on the back of his neck. A smile crept up to his face. After all of those years of learning to keep his emotions in check, he had finally let his guard down. She was the first one to ever understand this life and she was the only woman that was an active part of his day to day routine.
That was the smile she lived for. It lit up everything and made her feel so safe.so secure. It was the same smile she wished she could fill the picture frame he had given her for Christmas. She let herself be drawn closer to him, so close that they were almost pressed up against each other.both beginning to lose their breath. She felt his heart racing against her dress. The only that stopped him from holding onto her even tighter was the black, small backpack/purse thing that contained her next op's outfit.
"I would like that." She replied. She scoffed a little at her own flirty nature. Her eyes glanced around and as they settled on a familiar figure, her body drifted into a cold sweat. She brought her face close to his and looked down. "Vaughn."
"What?" He was still smiling and enjoying every minute that he was close to her. His hands drifted down her side but returned them to her waist again. It was all a tease to him. His forehead was almost pressed to hers and he looked down, trying to catch her eye.
She picked her head up and knew she had to tell him-now. She leaned in close to him and pressed her cheek against his. He thought his heart was going to melt. She found herself wishing she could press her check against him without having to talk business. Nothing could prepare him for what she was about to say. "Sark's here."
"What?"
"Sark is behind you and I think he saw me. We need to get downstairs before he does. And before he sees me-he knows about me and SD- " And with that, the real adventure began. She turned on her heels and wrapped Vaughn's hands around her waist. They made their way through the crowd, filled with people dancing and sweating all over each other, making sure they avoided Sark's direction. They made their way towards a door in the silver painted room with a high arched ceiling. There was a guard there.
"Stop. Where do you think you're going?"
Sydney straightened up and looked over her shoulder at Vaughn. She had a wonderful flirtatious look on her face, a little bad girl side of her. "Well, we need to get out of here. I want a room." She spoke with a very heavy French accent. "Isn't that right, baby?" She looked towards Vaughn and ran her soft tongue over her painted lips and white teeth rather suggestively and rolled her neck suggestively. She couldn't focus on the intense situation that she just lived through and now could only think of what lay ahead of her.
He leaned in closer to her and began to kiss the back of neck. "Oh yeah." He spoke with his native French accent.
He really knew how to make a girl's heart melt. There was nothing sexier than a man speaking French. "Go! Go!" The guard all but pushed them out of the door. "You are a very luck man." He grabbed Vaughn by the arm.
"Yeah, she's really great isn't she?" and he meant what he said. Vaughn smiled at her as she led him out of the heavy aluminum door. They made their way of the hectic club and saw stairs going upstairs to another level of the club and downstairs leading to the room that they needed to go to. She let go of his hands and he met her shoulder to shoulder. "You're armed, right?"
"Yeah." He replied. They hustled down the stairs for four flights. At last, they reached an aluminum door guarded by more guards. Sydney and Vaughn each took one guard that gave quite a fight. Vaughn wasn't used to working in the field but he brought the guard crashing down. Sydney was doing fine but the surprisingly flexible guard kicked her squarely on the cheek. It sent her back a little but only made her more angry. She hiked her dress up and kicked him on the chest. He immediately lost his breath and was sent crashing to the ground. He hit his head and was knocked out cold.
"All right!" She smiled happily.
"I'll get the door." Vaughn turned towards Sydney and pressed his shoulder into the aluminum door. "Easy." He stumbled a little bit as the door opened. He needed to impress this girl. "You know, you're something else.
Sydney laughed a reply but as she smiled, she felt the blood rushing to her cheek. "Mmmm.That guard!" She exclaimed as she ran her hand over her swelling face. Her heels clicked as they entered and she shut the door behind her with her free hand.
He turned around to face her. "What did you do to your cheek?" He turned to face her and placed his hand on her cheek. She looked away and bit her lip.
"Vaughn, I'm fine." She protested and started to move away from him.
"You're swelling." He grabbed her by the wrist and loved the feeling of her ivory skin beneath his hand. She still tried to get away, insisting that she was fine.
She stopped fidgeting. "It is? Do you think it's broken?"
"I don't think so."
"Good, I'm fine. Let's go."
"No, you're not. C'm here." He stepped closer to her and touched her ballooning face gingerly. She inhaled deeply and sharply. "Did that hurt?"
"A little, yeah." Her eyes darted around being careful not to look at his. All she wanted at that moment was for his hand to say on her face. It felt so warm and comforting.
He touched a few more areas on her high cheekbones. "I don't think you broke anything." His fingertips ran over a few more areas but it wasn't necessary. He just need to touch her but soon caught himself.
"Yeah?"
"Still doesn't look broken." He didn't want to move his hand away from her face and she didn't' want him to.
"Good." Her lips parted and her eyes met his. His eyes bounced between hers and her lips. It would just be one instant and everything would be explained. They drew closer to each other, inhaling each other's breath. Their worlds were merging into one. This wasn't the fairy tale romance that Sydney had dreamed of as a child but it was something so much sweeter. A handler and his agent falling desperately in love.
The moment was broken. His thoughts got in the way. This wasn't the night it was supposed to happen. "You all ready to get going?"
"We're here, aren't we?" She replied coyly. Her eyes settled on Vaughn and watched his scan the room. It was the strangest room. It was French style with classy country French furniture and paintings.
"Third painting from the door." He counted around the room until he came to an ugly painting that consisted of a white canvas with off white lines painted on it. It popped off the wall easily. She followed him but not before she checked him out. He was gorgeous!
"What type of place is this?" Sydney whispered as he moved the painting to the ground and revealed a door.
"A strange one." He replied looking over at her. She had bent over her leg and lifted the already short hem of the dress and revealed a long pick. Vaughn noticeably turned his head and watched her get her tool. Her body was absolutely perfect. She adjusted it in her hands and pressed it into the lock on the cabinet, which clicked and opened. She pulled the door open to reveal a safe to which she took her ring off and pressed it against the computer panel. The code was accessed and the safe opened, revealing a small vile of solution. The adrenaline was pumping through her body now. Being on an op like this was the most amazing feeling in the world.especially when she was working with Vaughn.
"Take it and meet me at the second sight. I'll be wearing the red gown." She handed him the vile and pressed it against him. There was that charge of electricity between them again.
"Be careful." He murmured and took the vile from her hand, still pressed against his chest. Their hands touched for an instant but there was no romance there. No room for love.
"You too."
He left without another word.