Author's Comments: I hope that you're all taking the time to read this story along with The Death of Sydney Bristow. Thanks kimmers for being an animate fan of both stories and I hope you'll all read and review. (By the way kimmers, Jason Anderson is Agent Anderson, the new recruited agent of the CIA.)

Chapter 4

"Hey Syd," Jason said looking around sheepishly. By this time, Francie had come out of the kitchen to see who was at the door.

"Hi," Sydney said looking at him curiously. "Um, these are my friends, Will and Francie. Guys this a friend of mine from the bank, Jason Anderson." Francie and Will gave a small wave at their introduction, before Francie excused herself and Will to the bedroom, giving Sydney a small wink.

Once they had gone, Sydney turned her attention back to Jason. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see if you were alright," he said smiling. "I was just cleared by security section."

"Oh, I'm fine," Sydney said. "But how did you get my address?"

"I'm a spy aren't I?" Jason said grinning mischievously.

Sydney couldn't help but give him a small smile in return, even though she was slightly uncomfortable about his presence and his flirting.

Jason glanced at his watch. "Any way, I better get going, I haven't been home all day."

"Are you sure you wouldn't want to stay for dinner?" Sydney asked before she even really knew what she was asking. Jason stopped to look at her, surprised.

"Sure," he answered. "Anything's better then those hard to make TV dinners I have in my freezer at home."

"Francie! Will! You can come out now!" Sydney called calmly, but inside, she was confused. Her emotions had never clouded her senses with anyone besides Vaughn. And the worst thing was that she was inviting a guy she had just met, that she still didn't really trust, to dinner, when she had yet to even have dinner with a guy she'd known for what seemed like forever, who she would trust with her life. What was wrong with her?

The evening however went without a hitch. Will who was suspicious of the guy at first, never really hearing about him from Sydney, had treated the guy like his best friend when he had mentioned Will's favorite journalist. Even Francie was able to join in the animated conversation, and though she admired Will's work, she didn't really care enough about journalism to analyze other people's writings.

The dinner seemed to end very quickly when Jason announced that he had to go, when in actuality he had been there for two hours. Sydney stood up and walked Jason to the door.

"Thanks for dinner, your friends are really nice," Jason said.

"No problem," Sydney said, trying to hide her confused feelings from her face.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Sydney whispered.

"Bye Syd," Jason said as he walked to his car. It was black and mysterious which suited Jason in every way.

"Bye," Sydney said and closed the door.

"He was nice," Francie said the moment the door was shut. "Is he the guy you were talking about that you said you had a crush on?" Francie asked eyes wide.

"No, that's a different guy. Jason's new, he just started," Sydney stated.

"Well, I like him," Francie stated bluntly.

"So you go out with him," Sydney said going back into the living room.

"I would go after him if I didn't think he was so into you," Francie said. Sydney took the nearest pillow and threw it at her friend.

"He is not into me!"

"Yes, he is. Why else would he stop by. He's like the only guy we've ever met related to your job." Francie's face was overcome with realization. "That's why you take all those trips. If your bank is filled with guys like him, I'd go out every weekend!"

"Francie!" Sydney exclaimed laughing.

"Ugh," Will said from his station at the sink, having gotten stuck with the dishes. "Girl talk."

"Girl talk!" Francie exclaimed. "You and Jason were rambling on like crazy about what's-his-face? You acted like he was your boyfriend!"

"For one," Will stated trying to retain his dignity. "There is nothing wrong with being gay, and number two, what's-his-face was a very accomplished writer. It is a rarity to come across anyone who admires the---"

"LALALALALA!" Francie said covering her ears. "I'm not listening." Sydney was laughing so hard at this exchange that her stomach was killing her. It felt like forever since she had spent time like this with her friends.

"Well," Sydney said once she finally stopped laughing. "I'm going to bed."

"Right, just eat and run," Will muttered.

"Careful Tippin, I can kick your ass and you know it." Will only had to reflect once on the memory of his rescue before shutting up.

"Besides," Francie said standing up for her friend. "Syd needs to go to bed now so she keeps the image of Jason fresh in her mind."

"He's a coworker! Nothing more!" Sydney shouted from the bedroom.

"Sure, Syd, whatever you say."

"Careful Francie, I can kick your ass too!"

"Whatever you say, Syd," Francie repeated, smiling to herself. "Goodnight and sweet dreams!" Sydney just shook her head and laughed as she crawled into bed. It felt good to be home.