***** Disclaimer: Alias doesn't belong to me, but rather, to JJ Abrams.
Please don't sue me. *****
A crisp wind swept over her face as she marched up the remaining steps to the warehouse in which she knew Vaughn would be waiting. Sydney Bristow was on vacation. However, unlike SD-6, the CIA didn't seem to think it was in their best interest to grant her leave time at this point, so here she was, forced to spend valuable time away from work, working.. with Vaughn. Sydney allowed herself the girlish thought for a moment. Okay. So maybe she liked him.. just a little.. or maybe a lot. She was just beginning to think of all the things she loved about him, when he broke her trance in his soft-spoken, and quiet way.
"Syd?" Vaughn's brow furrowed with concern at her unfocused state. Remembering where she was, Sydney smiled slightly, and apologized for being late. "No problems" he reassured her with a grin, and then took on a more formal attitude as he briefed her on their next mission.
They were off to France, which rich mogul Luc Boudreaux had announced a week's worth of festivities in celebration of his lovely wife's birthday. " The CIA has had their eye on him for a while" Vaughn explained "and we suspect this may be a front to disguise his trades in illegal software". They would leave tomorrow night, and arrive in France the following day - just before the official celebrations began. Once there, and over the duration of their stay, they would pose as party guests and attempt to gather information about Monsieur Boudreaux's potential side business.
Vaughn produced two unmarked file folder, and after checking the contents of each, to determine whose was whose, he handed one to Sydney. Inside were the exact details of their cover story - practically down to favourite sports and sock colours, which made Sydney wince at the though of how late she would be up trying to memorize it all. 'Meaghan West'. Sydney tried her new name in her head. Daughter of a rich American businessman, Meaghan had recently graduated from Oxford, and was now traveling with her equally well-off fiancée, George Byers.
She looked over at Vaughn, deep in concentration over the contents of his folder, and stood, walking towards the door. "Sydney". His voice cut through the 'click' of her footsteps, and she froze. "I'll see you tomorrow". This statement was fallowed by a genuine smile; Sydney couldn't help but return it.
A crisp wind swept over her face as she marched up the remaining steps to the warehouse in which she knew Vaughn would be waiting. Sydney Bristow was on vacation. However, unlike SD-6, the CIA didn't seem to think it was in their best interest to grant her leave time at this point, so here she was, forced to spend valuable time away from work, working.. with Vaughn. Sydney allowed herself the girlish thought for a moment. Okay. So maybe she liked him.. just a little.. or maybe a lot. She was just beginning to think of all the things she loved about him, when he broke her trance in his soft-spoken, and quiet way.
"Syd?" Vaughn's brow furrowed with concern at her unfocused state. Remembering where she was, Sydney smiled slightly, and apologized for being late. "No problems" he reassured her with a grin, and then took on a more formal attitude as he briefed her on their next mission.
They were off to France, which rich mogul Luc Boudreaux had announced a week's worth of festivities in celebration of his lovely wife's birthday. " The CIA has had their eye on him for a while" Vaughn explained "and we suspect this may be a front to disguise his trades in illegal software". They would leave tomorrow night, and arrive in France the following day - just before the official celebrations began. Once there, and over the duration of their stay, they would pose as party guests and attempt to gather information about Monsieur Boudreaux's potential side business.
Vaughn produced two unmarked file folder, and after checking the contents of each, to determine whose was whose, he handed one to Sydney. Inside were the exact details of their cover story - practically down to favourite sports and sock colours, which made Sydney wince at the though of how late she would be up trying to memorize it all. 'Meaghan West'. Sydney tried her new name in her head. Daughter of a rich American businessman, Meaghan had recently graduated from Oxford, and was now traveling with her equally well-off fiancée, George Byers.
She looked over at Vaughn, deep in concentration over the contents of his folder, and stood, walking towards the door. "Sydney". His voice cut through the 'click' of her footsteps, and she froze. "I'll see you tomorrow". This statement was fallowed by a genuine smile; Sydney couldn't help but return it.