"Agent Bristow. Agent Bristow, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand."
A new voice bellowed in Sydney's ear.
"Vaughn? Vaughn?" She tried to sit up frantic. Her dream was too real. She dreamt she had been shot and so had Vaughn and that he was dying.
"Agent Bristow, look at me. You need to concentrate. Tell me, how are you feeling?"
Sydney now lied in a hospital room. Gone were her black stilettos and long, red dress. She was now in a hospital gown in a hospital with a doctor with a heavy French accent. The doctor had brown hair, cut close to his scalp and had deep silver eyes. He wore green scrubs and was starring over Sydney, lying in the hospital bed.
"I'm fine." She was still a little groggy from being sedated. Her eyes fluttered, not flirtatious but in trying to see things clearly. "Where's Vaughn?"
"He's in surgery now." The doctor responded simply. "Let's talk about you for the moment."
"No. Talk to me about Vaughn." She yearned to feel the touch of his sensual lips pressed up against hers..the feel of his hands on the small of her back.
"He sustained massive injuries-"
"I know-I was there. Just tell me he's going to pull through."
"You'll be able to see him in an hour. Within the hour, Agent Bristow."
"How do you know I'm an agent?"
"You're in a CIA associated hospital."
"Good."
"You lost a lot of blood during the shooting.you're lucky Agents Tyler and Stabler were there or else you could have died. Mr. Vaughn could have as well." The doctor continued to ramble on about her condition but she blocked it all out. Vaughn was going to be all right. Her love was going to pull through. Her eyes fluttered again. "I'll let you go back to sleep." And he left.
Her eyes shut once more and she saw herself jogging down a long paved driveway during the autumn time. Parts of the driveway were covered in gold and red fallen leaves. She kept running in her jean flood pants and new white Ked sneakers. She made her way towards the mailbox, painted like a little farmhouse. She opened it, without a care in the world, took out a few small envelopes and a large magazine. Her free body returned back up the driveway, with the sun carefully highlighting her long, brown hair. Vaughn perched on the front three steps. He looked up when he heard her footsteps coming up the paved steps to the little French country house.
"Hey baby, anything for me?" Vaughn glanced up from his book and placed it aside.
"Just some junk."
"Okay. C'm here." He opened his arms wide to reveal a plain t-shirt and jeans.
"I need to lie down."
"Then come here."
She smiled a response and laid down on the steps, resting her head in his lap, crossing her ankles.
"I'm so tired."
"Yeah?" He ran his fingers through her hair. The gold wedding band on his finger reflected the light. He hands moved down and rested on her revealed swollen belly. Her simple t-shirt has lifted up a little bit, just enough to reveal her formerly toned stomach. "But it's worth it."
"Yeah. Just think.four and a half more months and we'll have a little Laura or William." She put her hands atop his. "And no ops to worry about." Her wedding ring caught the sunlight too. "You know I won't be able to get up." And she laughed.
"That's why you have me."
"Definite added bonus of keeping you around." Sydney replied, reaching her hands through his hair and over his face. "I guess you're good for something."
Vaughn smiled again and leaned in to kiss her. "Well, that's good to know. And today its Laura or William? What happened to Jacqueline or Ethan or Sandrine or Aiden or Alden?"
She let go of his lips. "Laura's a nice name..I like the name William.today, that's what the baby's name is."
"Do I get a say?"
"Do you want a say?"
"I liked Sandrine or Alden."
She laughed again and ran her hands over her belly then placed them in his hands. She reached her head up and caught his lips in hers. The kiss felt so familiar and warming. She shut her eyes and kissed back, letting her hands leave his and putting them on his face.
Her eyes opened again and she was not happy. Gone was the wedding ring, the swollen belly but instead, a white hospital room with a new bed next to her. Her eyes traveled about the room lazily and there in the bed next to her was Vaughn. She wanted to talk but knew her voice would sound so groggy. "Are you really there?" And it did.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"You in pain?"
"Yeah, are you?"
"Yeah." They were both heavily sedated. She attempted to sit up a little bit. She had been mainly shot in the leg.there went kickboxing for a while. "I'm so glad you're okay."
He looked over at her and managed to pull himself up with his good arm and groaned slightly in pain. He had never seen her without make-up or her hair done. She still looked beautiful. "Where are we?"
"France."
France; his birthplace and where he always seemed to be in the balance of life and death. "I always manage to get injured in France. I should stop in and say hello to my mother." All he could do was thank G-d for painkillers. There were a total of five bullet holes.mostly in his shoulder and in his abdomen. Sark didn't have very good aim. Sydney didn't notice the one below his collarbone. "Haven't seen her in years."
"You're originally from France?" She was surprised.
"Yeah."
"I didn't know that."
"Yeah." He wanted to talk to her.tell her how much he wished that things the other night had gone completely different. He loved the feeling of her skin.she hands.her lips.
She licked those lips nervously. "I just wanted to thank you." She said after much hesitation.
"For what?" He wanted to have an actual conversation with her but the drugs pouring into his veins were making his mind skip. Honestly, he barely knew what happened.
"For saving my life. If you hadn't jumped in and fought with Sark..who knows what could have happened." There, she said it. It was out in the open. She had thanked him and now they were even. The ball was in his court now.
"I need to sleep..." his voice trailed off and his eyes shut almost unwillingly.
"Me too." She watched him enter a struggled sleep. He looked so beautiful and so peaceful.
"Vaughn? Vaughn?" She tried to sit up frantic. Her dream was too real. She dreamt she had been shot and so had Vaughn and that he was dying.
"Agent Bristow, look at me. You need to concentrate. Tell me, how are you feeling?"
Sydney now lied in a hospital room. Gone were her black stilettos and long, red dress. She was now in a hospital gown in a hospital with a doctor with a heavy French accent. The doctor had brown hair, cut close to his scalp and had deep silver eyes. He wore green scrubs and was starring over Sydney, lying in the hospital bed.
"I'm fine." She was still a little groggy from being sedated. Her eyes fluttered, not flirtatious but in trying to see things clearly. "Where's Vaughn?"
"He's in surgery now." The doctor responded simply. "Let's talk about you for the moment."
"No. Talk to me about Vaughn." She yearned to feel the touch of his sensual lips pressed up against hers..the feel of his hands on the small of her back.
"He sustained massive injuries-"
"I know-I was there. Just tell me he's going to pull through."
"You'll be able to see him in an hour. Within the hour, Agent Bristow."
"How do you know I'm an agent?"
"You're in a CIA associated hospital."
"Good."
"You lost a lot of blood during the shooting.you're lucky Agents Tyler and Stabler were there or else you could have died. Mr. Vaughn could have as well." The doctor continued to ramble on about her condition but she blocked it all out. Vaughn was going to be all right. Her love was going to pull through. Her eyes fluttered again. "I'll let you go back to sleep." And he left.
Her eyes shut once more and she saw herself jogging down a long paved driveway during the autumn time. Parts of the driveway were covered in gold and red fallen leaves. She kept running in her jean flood pants and new white Ked sneakers. She made her way towards the mailbox, painted like a little farmhouse. She opened it, without a care in the world, took out a few small envelopes and a large magazine. Her free body returned back up the driveway, with the sun carefully highlighting her long, brown hair. Vaughn perched on the front three steps. He looked up when he heard her footsteps coming up the paved steps to the little French country house.
"Hey baby, anything for me?" Vaughn glanced up from his book and placed it aside.
"Just some junk."
"Okay. C'm here." He opened his arms wide to reveal a plain t-shirt and jeans.
"I need to lie down."
"Then come here."
She smiled a response and laid down on the steps, resting her head in his lap, crossing her ankles.
"I'm so tired."
"Yeah?" He ran his fingers through her hair. The gold wedding band on his finger reflected the light. He hands moved down and rested on her revealed swollen belly. Her simple t-shirt has lifted up a little bit, just enough to reveal her formerly toned stomach. "But it's worth it."
"Yeah. Just think.four and a half more months and we'll have a little Laura or William." She put her hands atop his. "And no ops to worry about." Her wedding ring caught the sunlight too. "You know I won't be able to get up." And she laughed.
"That's why you have me."
"Definite added bonus of keeping you around." Sydney replied, reaching her hands through his hair and over his face. "I guess you're good for something."
Vaughn smiled again and leaned in to kiss her. "Well, that's good to know. And today its Laura or William? What happened to Jacqueline or Ethan or Sandrine or Aiden or Alden?"
She let go of his lips. "Laura's a nice name..I like the name William.today, that's what the baby's name is."
"Do I get a say?"
"Do you want a say?"
"I liked Sandrine or Alden."
She laughed again and ran her hands over her belly then placed them in his hands. She reached her head up and caught his lips in hers. The kiss felt so familiar and warming. She shut her eyes and kissed back, letting her hands leave his and putting them on his face.
Her eyes opened again and she was not happy. Gone was the wedding ring, the swollen belly but instead, a white hospital room with a new bed next to her. Her eyes traveled about the room lazily and there in the bed next to her was Vaughn. She wanted to talk but knew her voice would sound so groggy. "Are you really there?" And it did.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"You in pain?"
"Yeah, are you?"
"Yeah." They were both heavily sedated. She attempted to sit up a little bit. She had been mainly shot in the leg.there went kickboxing for a while. "I'm so glad you're okay."
He looked over at her and managed to pull himself up with his good arm and groaned slightly in pain. He had never seen her without make-up or her hair done. She still looked beautiful. "Where are we?"
"France."
France; his birthplace and where he always seemed to be in the balance of life and death. "I always manage to get injured in France. I should stop in and say hello to my mother." All he could do was thank G-d for painkillers. There were a total of five bullet holes.mostly in his shoulder and in his abdomen. Sark didn't have very good aim. Sydney didn't notice the one below his collarbone. "Haven't seen her in years."
"You're originally from France?" She was surprised.
"Yeah."
"I didn't know that."
"Yeah." He wanted to talk to her.tell her how much he wished that things the other night had gone completely different. He loved the feeling of her skin.she hands.her lips.
She licked those lips nervously. "I just wanted to thank you." She said after much hesitation.
"For what?" He wanted to have an actual conversation with her but the drugs pouring into his veins were making his mind skip. Honestly, he barely knew what happened.
"For saving my life. If you hadn't jumped in and fought with Sark..who knows what could have happened." There, she said it. It was out in the open. She had thanked him and now they were even. The ball was in his court now.
"I need to sleep..." his voice trailed off and his eyes shut almost unwillingly.
"Me too." She watched him enter a struggled sleep. He looked so beautiful and so peaceful.