Sydney spends the night at Vaughn's and returns home around four in the morning.
Tired, she drags herself to the to her boudoir and quickly changes into her pajamas.
She puts the presents from Vaughn on the nightstand. Sydney throws back the
covers, yet instead of sinking under them, so goes to her bookshelves. Finding her
hat box full of photos, she pulls it down and searches for the one she wants. Sydney
picks out one of Will, Francie and her at Francie's restaurant opening. It's the prefect
size for Vaughn's frame. She puts away the box, puts in picture in the frame, turns
off the light, and goes to bed.
*
Sydney awakes to Christmas music. She rolls over and pulls the covers over her
head. Francie's listening to Mariah Carey again, she groans. Her bed is so warm and
she does not want to leave it; however, she remembers Francie is leaving for San
Diego this afternoon. She puts on her slippers and gets out of bed to face the freezing
cold (eighty degrees out) December morning of Los Angeles.
Sydney smells bacon; Francie's cooking a big breakfast. Will's setting the table and
Francie's slaving over the stove. They both smile at Sydney's entrance.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Feliz Navidad!"
"Joyeux Noël!" Sydney returns the salutation, "Anything I can do?"
Francie brings over a plate of French toast to the table, "Yes, sit down and dive in."
"Not without you."
"Eat while the food's hot!" She brings over the bacon and eggs, "I'll sit down in two
minutes."
Will takes a seat next to her, shrugs, and pour himself a glass of orange juice. "You
were out late last night."
Shooting him a deadly look, Sydney responds, "The mall was hell; had to beat an old
grandmother for your gift."
"Doesn't the mall close at midnight?" Francie has now joined the conversation.
Sydney just stares in her plate slightly cursing. She grabs the maple syrup and
doesn't respond.
Will and Francie wink at each other, "And if I remember correctly, didn't some packages
already arrive at the house, via Ebay?"
"I got one or two gifts of the internet, however I still wasn't done."
"Where's the packages?" Will asks.
"Like, I'd blatantly leave Christmas gifts lying around!"
Francie charms in, "You saw him again, didn't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who?"
Sydney just smiles.
"I want to meet him!"
"Me too!" Will chirms in.
Sydney glares at him; she wants to smack him for egging Francie on.
"Why don't you invite him to dinner one night?"
"Rules, Protocol, Millions of reasons." Possible death she neglected to mention.
"Doesn't it bother you, all this cloak and dragged crap?"
"I've gotten use to it, Francie." Sydney says sadly.
They spent the rest of the meal discussing Francie's visit to her family, and what they
got who for Christmas. When breakfast is over, Sydney volunteers to clean up and
do the dishes. ("You did all the cooking!") Will and Francie agree and leave to fight
over which Christmas CD to play next. ("Bennett is better than Sinatra, Francie!")
"Why don't we just listen to the radio?" Sydney asks when she's done with the dishes.
"Because that's too easy. Francie, likes to make thing difficult!"
"Sit down, Will, I'll be right back." Francie leaves, and returns with Syd and Will's presents.
"Thanks!" Syd and Will say in unison, and go off to get hers.
"Wow!" Francie opens Will's gift. It's a print of one of her favorite paintings.
"Perfect for that wall you have that is so bleak."
"Love it Will, it will complete the restaurant décor." Francie gives him a kiss.
Sydney just opened her combine gift from Francie and Will, "HA. HA. Very funny guys."
It's a book: [I] Ten Most Efficient Ways to Quit Your Job and Start a Better Career[/I].
They both flash goofy smiles, "Welcome."
They finish unwrapping the gifts, and Francie goes off to finish packing. Will drives
Francie to the airport; they slam the door when Sydney gets the call, "Joey's Pizza."
"Merry Christmas to, you too! Wrong Number." A day before Christmas and they are
calling her in to work. She looks at the book Will and Francie got her, maybe they
are right. She gets ready and drives to Command Post.
*
Tired, she drags herself to the to her boudoir and quickly changes into her pajamas.
She puts the presents from Vaughn on the nightstand. Sydney throws back the
covers, yet instead of sinking under them, so goes to her bookshelves. Finding her
hat box full of photos, she pulls it down and searches for the one she wants. Sydney
picks out one of Will, Francie and her at Francie's restaurant opening. It's the prefect
size for Vaughn's frame. She puts away the box, puts in picture in the frame, turns
off the light, and goes to bed.
*
Sydney awakes to Christmas music. She rolls over and pulls the covers over her
head. Francie's listening to Mariah Carey again, she groans. Her bed is so warm and
she does not want to leave it; however, she remembers Francie is leaving for San
Diego this afternoon. She puts on her slippers and gets out of bed to face the freezing
cold (eighty degrees out) December morning of Los Angeles.
Sydney smells bacon; Francie's cooking a big breakfast. Will's setting the table and
Francie's slaving over the stove. They both smile at Sydney's entrance.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Feliz Navidad!"
"Joyeux Noël!" Sydney returns the salutation, "Anything I can do?"
Francie brings over a plate of French toast to the table, "Yes, sit down and dive in."
"Not without you."
"Eat while the food's hot!" She brings over the bacon and eggs, "I'll sit down in two
minutes."
Will takes a seat next to her, shrugs, and pour himself a glass of orange juice. "You
were out late last night."
Shooting him a deadly look, Sydney responds, "The mall was hell; had to beat an old
grandmother for your gift."
"Doesn't the mall close at midnight?" Francie has now joined the conversation.
Sydney just stares in her plate slightly cursing. She grabs the maple syrup and
doesn't respond.
Will and Francie wink at each other, "And if I remember correctly, didn't some packages
already arrive at the house, via Ebay?"
"I got one or two gifts of the internet, however I still wasn't done."
"Where's the packages?" Will asks.
"Like, I'd blatantly leave Christmas gifts lying around!"
Francie charms in, "You saw him again, didn't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who?"
Sydney just smiles.
"I want to meet him!"
"Me too!" Will chirms in.
Sydney glares at him; she wants to smack him for egging Francie on.
"Why don't you invite him to dinner one night?"
"Rules, Protocol, Millions of reasons." Possible death she neglected to mention.
"Doesn't it bother you, all this cloak and dragged crap?"
"I've gotten use to it, Francie." Sydney says sadly.
They spent the rest of the meal discussing Francie's visit to her family, and what they
got who for Christmas. When breakfast is over, Sydney volunteers to clean up and
do the dishes. ("You did all the cooking!") Will and Francie agree and leave to fight
over which Christmas CD to play next. ("Bennett is better than Sinatra, Francie!")
"Why don't we just listen to the radio?" Sydney asks when she's done with the dishes.
"Because that's too easy. Francie, likes to make thing difficult!"
"Sit down, Will, I'll be right back." Francie leaves, and returns with Syd and Will's presents.
"Thanks!" Syd and Will say in unison, and go off to get hers.
"Wow!" Francie opens Will's gift. It's a print of one of her favorite paintings.
"Perfect for that wall you have that is so bleak."
"Love it Will, it will complete the restaurant décor." Francie gives him a kiss.
Sydney just opened her combine gift from Francie and Will, "HA. HA. Very funny guys."
It's a book: [I] Ten Most Efficient Ways to Quit Your Job and Start a Better Career[/I].
They both flash goofy smiles, "Welcome."
They finish unwrapping the gifts, and Francie goes off to finish packing. Will drives
Francie to the airport; they slam the door when Sydney gets the call, "Joey's Pizza."
"Merry Christmas to, you too! Wrong Number." A day before Christmas and they are
calling her in to work. She looks at the book Will and Francie got her, maybe they
are right. She gets ready and drives to Command Post.
*