Here's Chapter 2. Enjoy. And also, if anyone knows how to fix the spacing on stories when you upload, please tell me. I'm at a loss.
Bored
Two days, and I was already bored. To be honest, I hadn't had any free time in so long that I didn't know what to do with myself when I did.
I glanced at the clock on the VCR. Ten in the morning. I hadn't even slept in. I sighed. Francie was at the restaurant and wouldn't be back until late that night. Will was gone for the day.
"Too bad everyone else I know is in the spy business," I muttered to myself. Normal people could call their mom and ask them to go shopping, or see a movie with their dad, but I couldn't even do that.
After another hour of wandering around the apartment and flipping through five channels of soap operas and about twenty of paid programming, I gave in.
I reached over and grabbed the phone, calling a now familiar number. Who was I kidding, anyways? There was never even a small chance that I could go two weeks without at least talking to him.
"Joey's Pizza?" I said.
* * * *
It was the middle of the day, and the warehouse was still dark. I wandered in, not surprised to find Vaughn already there.
He stood up as I walked in, and I immediately regretted calling him when I saw the worry in his eyes.
"What is it, Syd? Are you OK?" He asked, his voice tense.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I didn't think."
"Why?" He questioned, confusion in his eyes. "Are you sure you're OK? Did something happen?"
What a testament to how much my life sucked. I can't call anyone without them thinking that I'm injured, or that I'm having some sort of family crisis.
"No, Vaughn. I'm fine. I'm just really, really bored." His eyes closed briefly in relief, and I could actually feel the tension lift off of him as he chuckled quietly at my words.
"Vacation's not going as well as you had hoped?" He asked, amused.
"No, sadly. I just don't know what to do with myself when no one is shooting at me." I laughed wryly.
"Well," he said, hiding a smile. "There's always work for you at the CIA."
"I may be bored, but I'm not that desperate. Yet." I sighed. "I just wanted someone to talk to for awhile. Francie and Will are both gone for the day, and I could only handle so many hours of soap operas." I glanced away from him, suddenly feeling very guilty for pulling him away from work. I may not have anything to do, but he certainly must. "Anyways," I continued. "Sorry I called. I didn't mean to make you worry." I hesitated as he shook his head.
"Never be sorry for calling me. Emergency or no emergency. I'd rather worry about you than not hear from you at all."
"Thanks." I grinned at him. "Well, I'd better let you get back to work. Wouldn't want Devlin to miss you too much."
"Yeah," he sighed, rolling his eyes. We stood for a moment in silence before he continued. "It's been boring without you," he said quietly, eyes downcast.
"You too," I replied. "See you later, Vaughn." I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
"Hey, Sydney..." Vaughn called behind me. I turned.
"Yeah?"
"Actually, I was thinking... I, uh, actually have a lot of vacation time built up... I could, I mean if you wanted, I could take a couple days and help you fight off the boredom." He looked up at me hesitantly.
"Can we do that?" I asked. "I mean, security-wise?"
"I think it can be arranged," he said.
"Then yes. That would be... I'd like that a lot."
"Good." He shifted, trying to hide the beginnings of a smile, and looked directly into my eyes. "I'll be in touch later on today."
"OK." I smiled.
"OK." He replied.
"See you, Vaughn."
"See you, Syd."
Bored
Two days, and I was already bored. To be honest, I hadn't had any free time in so long that I didn't know what to do with myself when I did.
I glanced at the clock on the VCR. Ten in the morning. I hadn't even slept in. I sighed. Francie was at the restaurant and wouldn't be back until late that night. Will was gone for the day.
"Too bad everyone else I know is in the spy business," I muttered to myself. Normal people could call their mom and ask them to go shopping, or see a movie with their dad, but I couldn't even do that.
After another hour of wandering around the apartment and flipping through five channels of soap operas and about twenty of paid programming, I gave in.
I reached over and grabbed the phone, calling a now familiar number. Who was I kidding, anyways? There was never even a small chance that I could go two weeks without at least talking to him.
"Joey's Pizza?" I said.
* * * *
It was the middle of the day, and the warehouse was still dark. I wandered in, not surprised to find Vaughn already there.
He stood up as I walked in, and I immediately regretted calling him when I saw the worry in his eyes.
"What is it, Syd? Are you OK?" He asked, his voice tense.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I didn't think."
"Why?" He questioned, confusion in his eyes. "Are you sure you're OK? Did something happen?"
What a testament to how much my life sucked. I can't call anyone without them thinking that I'm injured, or that I'm having some sort of family crisis.
"No, Vaughn. I'm fine. I'm just really, really bored." His eyes closed briefly in relief, and I could actually feel the tension lift off of him as he chuckled quietly at my words.
"Vacation's not going as well as you had hoped?" He asked, amused.
"No, sadly. I just don't know what to do with myself when no one is shooting at me." I laughed wryly.
"Well," he said, hiding a smile. "There's always work for you at the CIA."
"I may be bored, but I'm not that desperate. Yet." I sighed. "I just wanted someone to talk to for awhile. Francie and Will are both gone for the day, and I could only handle so many hours of soap operas." I glanced away from him, suddenly feeling very guilty for pulling him away from work. I may not have anything to do, but he certainly must. "Anyways," I continued. "Sorry I called. I didn't mean to make you worry." I hesitated as he shook his head.
"Never be sorry for calling me. Emergency or no emergency. I'd rather worry about you than not hear from you at all."
"Thanks." I grinned at him. "Well, I'd better let you get back to work. Wouldn't want Devlin to miss you too much."
"Yeah," he sighed, rolling his eyes. We stood for a moment in silence before he continued. "It's been boring without you," he said quietly, eyes downcast.
"You too," I replied. "See you later, Vaughn." I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
"Hey, Sydney..." Vaughn called behind me. I turned.
"Yeah?"
"Actually, I was thinking... I, uh, actually have a lot of vacation time built up... I could, I mean if you wanted, I could take a couple days and help you fight off the boredom." He looked up at me hesitantly.
"Can we do that?" I asked. "I mean, security-wise?"
"I think it can be arranged," he said.
"Then yes. That would be... I'd like that a lot."
"Good." He shifted, trying to hide the beginnings of a smile, and looked directly into my eyes. "I'll be in touch later on today."
"OK." I smiled.
"OK." He replied.
"See you, Vaughn."
"See you, Syd."