Story: Feelings
Disclaimer: it isn't mine
Chapter 3: The Meeting
When I got to the warehouse Vaughn was already waiting for me like usual. I smiled as I approached him and greeted him, "hey"
"Hi" Vaughn replied with a smile on his face. I could see him eyeing my outfit, looking up and down me. I felt his eyes on me and looked up at him, he blushed as he realized he'd been caught and he slowly looked away. Vaughn was wearing his normal suit but he looked as if he had had a hard day. His tie was loose and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. I walked over and sat on a crate across from where he stood. As I sat he leaned back up against the table behind him.
"Nice job in Uzbekistan. The CIA got the information off the disks and SD-6 got nothing."
"Good!" I was satisfied with the results of my recent mission.
"That's not all though." Vaughn continued. Those words didn't settle well with me though by the sound of his voice. "What are you talking about?"
Vaughn looked at me with his worry wrinkles beginning to form on his forehead. "When you and Marshall separated on the way home from the airport, we didn't intercept him." So Marshall got back to SD-6 and gave them the Echelon terminal I thought then. Well that was bad but I'm sure I could pull something off to block their access. Was that what Vaughn meant?
"So SD-6 has the Echelon terminal then."
"No. Another agency intercepted Marshall on his way home." My mouth dropped open.
"Who?"
"We haven't figured that out yet, but we're working on it." I rubbed my forehead with my hand and started to pace. It was one thing to change Marshall's life by bringing him to the good guys, but now bad guys have him. Marshall was always so innocent and fun loving.
"Marshall isn't a field agent. I don't know how long it will take for him to crack under the pressure and give the Echelon Terminal information." Vaughn just nodded to that. By now tears were welling in my eyes. "You know what Marshall said to me before he got into his car to go home? He told me, 'You know the best thing? I've never been prouder to be one of the good guys', hearing that broke my heart. But at least then I felt better because he was soon going to be in the hands of the good guys. Now he's getting tortured because he did something for what he believed to be benefiting this country."
Vaughn put his hand around my back and onto my shoulder. I wiped away some of my tears and then rested my head on his shoulder. "I think that's the hardest part." I mumbled quietly. He turned his head to mine. "What is?" I didn't lift my head to look at him I kept my head on his shoulder and stared ahead at the wall. "Lying is. Not just to my friends but to my co-workers who risk their lives for what they think is for their country. It isn't fair." Vaughn rested his head on mine and said. "I know, life isn't fair. But you're working to fix that, your work is part of the solution to this not the problem. Don't give up."
We stayed like that for a while. I eventually pulled away and stood up. I wiped my face. I probably looked like a wreck.
Then he began, "You look nice," I looked up at his eyes, with his compliment, "You have to be kidding me. I have smudged make-up all over my face." I smirked at him trying to make me feel better, but he quickly looked down, and he continued, "Do you have plans for tonight?" It was Friday; so normal people would have plans but not me.
"Well Francie has a party at her restaurant tonight, but I think I'm just going to stay home and catch up on some much needed sleep."
He nodded as in agreement with my plan.
"Why?" I was wondering what made him ask.
"Oh, I don't know. You looked like you were headed somewhere." Was it just me or was there a hint of jealousy in the air. Did he think I was going to see Will or something? I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What?" He asked, I realized I had actually let aloud a laugh. I wasn't going to really tell him what I was thinking so I changed the topic to him.
"Oh, nothing. Speaking about looks, was it a bad day for you? You look stressed out." I smiled as I pointed out his tie and collar. Vaughn looked down at himself and smirked. He ran his hands through his dirty blond hair and ran his fingers over the rim of his nose.
"You have no idea." He said. I wasn't satisfied with that I wanted to know what had happened. Did he have a fight with Alice!? Not that I wanted that or anything, but it was possible. *(ok so maybe I did want it) Or maybe some mission or Derevko.
"What happened?" Vaughn looked up at me like not expecting the simple question.
"Uh, nothing huge. Just a bunch of little stuff." He then looked down at his shoes like that were all he was going to say. I didn't settle for that though. I walked over and stood next to him, leaning on the table like he was. I turned my head to face him, and said quietly, "I won't tell anyone, promise." I did so in a childish voice as if he had a secret he wasn't sharing. He looked up at me and chuckled. Our faces were inches away from each other, both starring into each other's eyes with smiles on our faces. Finally, I gave way and looked at the wall. Then, his smile grew wider and he began to talk. "Well, first off I over slept and was late for a meeting with Devlin, which didn't go over well." I smiled at that one, that had happened to me on occasions and the day never goes good from there. "Then, during the meeting I learned about the Marshall thing. Later, Weiss wouldn't get off my case about long over due paperwork. (pause) I met Alice for lunch too." My eyes, which had been watching him carefully, dropped on that one. That didn't go un-noticed either. Vaughn continued though, "We broke up." My head snapped up, and I tried all I could not to smile and show the extreme happiness I was feeling. "I'm sorry." I said as sincere as possible. "Well, it was long over due. We weren't really that close anyway since we last broke up; I was just trying to be a friend. You know with her father's death and all." I smiled at how he was trying to explain himself to me when he didn't have to by any circumstances. "Yeah, you mentioned that."
"Any how, my day was pretty bad, except for this meeting of course."
"Well good. I wouldn't want to add more stress to your life."
"Syd, you should know you never add any stress to my life." He sounded so sincere with his green eyes looking into mine. I swear those green eyes are my weakness. I feel like putty in his hands when he looks at me like that. I was frozen with his words and just smiled. I wanted to stay there all night with him but I knew I couldn't.
"I better go. Besides I'm sure you have plans on a Friday night." I wasn't sure if he did but I was wondering, not that we would be able to do anything together. But my curiosity got to me.
"Well actually I don't, but I'll see you tomorrow. I almost forgot to tell you. Kendall wants to see you and I along with your father tomorrow morning at headquarters, at 9:00."
It was funny how the whole point of our meetings was supposed to be for business but lately they have been less about business and more about pleasure.
"Ok then, I'll see you tomorrow morning." I said as I started to walk out of the warehouse. It was pitch dark out so I figured it was past 9:00pm. I got in my car and drove back to my house.
Disclaimer: it isn't mine
Chapter 3: The Meeting
When I got to the warehouse Vaughn was already waiting for me like usual. I smiled as I approached him and greeted him, "hey"
"Hi" Vaughn replied with a smile on his face. I could see him eyeing my outfit, looking up and down me. I felt his eyes on me and looked up at him, he blushed as he realized he'd been caught and he slowly looked away. Vaughn was wearing his normal suit but he looked as if he had had a hard day. His tie was loose and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. I walked over and sat on a crate across from where he stood. As I sat he leaned back up against the table behind him.
"Nice job in Uzbekistan. The CIA got the information off the disks and SD-6 got nothing."
"Good!" I was satisfied with the results of my recent mission.
"That's not all though." Vaughn continued. Those words didn't settle well with me though by the sound of his voice. "What are you talking about?"
Vaughn looked at me with his worry wrinkles beginning to form on his forehead. "When you and Marshall separated on the way home from the airport, we didn't intercept him." So Marshall got back to SD-6 and gave them the Echelon terminal I thought then. Well that was bad but I'm sure I could pull something off to block their access. Was that what Vaughn meant?
"So SD-6 has the Echelon terminal then."
"No. Another agency intercepted Marshall on his way home." My mouth dropped open.
"Who?"
"We haven't figured that out yet, but we're working on it." I rubbed my forehead with my hand and started to pace. It was one thing to change Marshall's life by bringing him to the good guys, but now bad guys have him. Marshall was always so innocent and fun loving.
"Marshall isn't a field agent. I don't know how long it will take for him to crack under the pressure and give the Echelon Terminal information." Vaughn just nodded to that. By now tears were welling in my eyes. "You know what Marshall said to me before he got into his car to go home? He told me, 'You know the best thing? I've never been prouder to be one of the good guys', hearing that broke my heart. But at least then I felt better because he was soon going to be in the hands of the good guys. Now he's getting tortured because he did something for what he believed to be benefiting this country."
Vaughn put his hand around my back and onto my shoulder. I wiped away some of my tears and then rested my head on his shoulder. "I think that's the hardest part." I mumbled quietly. He turned his head to mine. "What is?" I didn't lift my head to look at him I kept my head on his shoulder and stared ahead at the wall. "Lying is. Not just to my friends but to my co-workers who risk their lives for what they think is for their country. It isn't fair." Vaughn rested his head on mine and said. "I know, life isn't fair. But you're working to fix that, your work is part of the solution to this not the problem. Don't give up."
We stayed like that for a while. I eventually pulled away and stood up. I wiped my face. I probably looked like a wreck.
Then he began, "You look nice," I looked up at his eyes, with his compliment, "You have to be kidding me. I have smudged make-up all over my face." I smirked at him trying to make me feel better, but he quickly looked down, and he continued, "Do you have plans for tonight?" It was Friday; so normal people would have plans but not me.
"Well Francie has a party at her restaurant tonight, but I think I'm just going to stay home and catch up on some much needed sleep."
He nodded as in agreement with my plan.
"Why?" I was wondering what made him ask.
"Oh, I don't know. You looked like you were headed somewhere." Was it just me or was there a hint of jealousy in the air. Did he think I was going to see Will or something? I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What?" He asked, I realized I had actually let aloud a laugh. I wasn't going to really tell him what I was thinking so I changed the topic to him.
"Oh, nothing. Speaking about looks, was it a bad day for you? You look stressed out." I smiled as I pointed out his tie and collar. Vaughn looked down at himself and smirked. He ran his hands through his dirty blond hair and ran his fingers over the rim of his nose.
"You have no idea." He said. I wasn't satisfied with that I wanted to know what had happened. Did he have a fight with Alice!? Not that I wanted that or anything, but it was possible. *(ok so maybe I did want it) Or maybe some mission or Derevko.
"What happened?" Vaughn looked up at me like not expecting the simple question.
"Uh, nothing huge. Just a bunch of little stuff." He then looked down at his shoes like that were all he was going to say. I didn't settle for that though. I walked over and stood next to him, leaning on the table like he was. I turned my head to face him, and said quietly, "I won't tell anyone, promise." I did so in a childish voice as if he had a secret he wasn't sharing. He looked up at me and chuckled. Our faces were inches away from each other, both starring into each other's eyes with smiles on our faces. Finally, I gave way and looked at the wall. Then, his smile grew wider and he began to talk. "Well, first off I over slept and was late for a meeting with Devlin, which didn't go over well." I smiled at that one, that had happened to me on occasions and the day never goes good from there. "Then, during the meeting I learned about the Marshall thing. Later, Weiss wouldn't get off my case about long over due paperwork. (pause) I met Alice for lunch too." My eyes, which had been watching him carefully, dropped on that one. That didn't go un-noticed either. Vaughn continued though, "We broke up." My head snapped up, and I tried all I could not to smile and show the extreme happiness I was feeling. "I'm sorry." I said as sincere as possible. "Well, it was long over due. We weren't really that close anyway since we last broke up; I was just trying to be a friend. You know with her father's death and all." I smiled at how he was trying to explain himself to me when he didn't have to by any circumstances. "Yeah, you mentioned that."
"Any how, my day was pretty bad, except for this meeting of course."
"Well good. I wouldn't want to add more stress to your life."
"Syd, you should know you never add any stress to my life." He sounded so sincere with his green eyes looking into mine. I swear those green eyes are my weakness. I feel like putty in his hands when he looks at me like that. I was frozen with his words and just smiled. I wanted to stay there all night with him but I knew I couldn't.
"I better go. Besides I'm sure you have plans on a Friday night." I wasn't sure if he did but I was wondering, not that we would be able to do anything together. But my curiosity got to me.
"Well actually I don't, but I'll see you tomorrow. I almost forgot to tell you. Kendall wants to see you and I along with your father tomorrow morning at headquarters, at 9:00."
It was funny how the whole point of our meetings was supposed to be for business but lately they have been less about business and more about pleasure.
"Ok then, I'll see you tomorrow morning." I said as I started to walk out of the warehouse. It was pitch dark out so I figured it was past 9:00pm. I got in my car and drove back to my house.