Hey guys, thanx a lot for all the reviews but . . . if I don't get up to at least 60, I will break them up, or kill one of them in the next chapter, so be warned!
On a happier note - - didn't you guys love the ep. DOUBLE AGENT??? J
And guys, I'm warning you now: it will probably be A LOT of dialogue!!!
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10 Questions
"You didn't spend the night with her, did you? Please tell me no."
"Look, it's not what you think." Eric just gave him a 'yea whatever' look. "Nothing happened!"
"Then why do you smell like her?"
"How do you know what she smells like?"
"Oh, stop trying to confuse me, and answer the damn question." Eric was now, angry, but yet udderly amused by the little game they were playing, but before he could get his answer, Devlin walked out of his office.
"I believe there is a meeting of national security that the two of you should be attending."
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The two men just stood there in shock. They couldn't believe that they had been caught, by their boss, of all people, and were actually told to get to a meeting. "NOW!" Vaughn and Weiss just nodded and walked into the debriefing room.
"Ok, now as you all know, a new system has been created to alter people's genetic codes, in order for them to change their appearance, and one of our own, Agent Lennox has already been a victim of this system. We have targeted and eliminated Lennox's so called clone, but we also found out that this experiment was used to alter one other person's appearance. We believe that since the destruction of the Alliance, they will be targeting the Agents Jack and Sydney Bristow, so, do to this, we are putting all agents on alert. It is almost impossible for these people to be caught, so pay attention. We do not, I repeat do not know who the imposter is, and so, I want all of you to be extra careful. If you are meeting somebody, double back, and make sure you don't have tails. I advise that you all take every procossion necessary, especially the Agents Bristow and Vaughn." With noting the end of their debrief, the entire CIA staff go up and left the room, leaving Sydney, Jack, and Vaughn in their chairs.
"So, what do we do?" Sydney asked, very seriously.
"I don't think that there is anything that you can do. These people cannot be detected, so there is no sure way of uncovering them. My best advice is that you three go home, and be careful. Make sure to not let any information slip." The group just nodded their heads, while making little check-off lists in their head. "That is all."
"What a treat." Vaughn said to Sydney as they walked out of the room. The two were trying to be discreet about their relationship, and so far it seemed to be working.
"Oh yes! So much fun." Sydney replied, rather sarcastically. "Well, I guess I better be headed home." Vaughn just nodded and smiled, as he watched her reach for the cell phone in her purse. He watched her dial a number that she seemed to have memorized. While walking back to his desk to gather some paper work to take home, his cellular phone went off.
"Vaughn."
"Hey! Was it just me, or was that meeting a waste of time?"
Vaughn could tell immediately to whom he was talking, and a smile became plastered on his face. "You're telling me. I would almost fell asleep."
"Almost? When I looked at you, your eyes were three fourths of the way shut, and I could have sworn that I saw you drool." Before Vaughn could protest to her accusation, Sydney continued. "But anyways, Francie is going to be working at he restaurant all day, and Will is at work, so, I was wondering if you'd like to come over?"
"I'd love to. Just let me finish getting my stuff together, and I have to stop somewhere. So let's say, I'll be there in about an hour?"
"It's a date." She answered cheerfully. A date. A real date with Michael Vaughn. Sydney couldn't believe that this was actually happening.
"Cool." The two then hung up their phones, got into their cars, and sped off in different directions.
An hour later, Michael went to Sydney's door, to find that she had changed into a pair of black Volcom pants, a red t-shirt, and white slide on sneakers. "Hey." She said as she opened the door. "You changed." Sydney noted that Michael had changed from his usual suit, into a pair of jeans, a charcoal gray sweater, and a white undershirt.
"So did you." He replied, as she welcomed her inside. "Oh, by the way, I brought lunch." Michael added as he set a brown paper bag into her island.
"Mmm, yum. I didn't get much breakfast." Sydney said as Michael kissed her. "So, what did you bring me?"
"Well," Michael started has he began pulling things out of the bag, "We have, turkey, salami, and Swiss on rye for me, and ham and cheese on potato for you. There is also a big bag of Fritos, and some sodas." As soon as he had finished taking all of the things out of the bag, Sydney immediately went to grab paper plates and silver ware. "And," Michael started up again, but Sydney cut him off.
"You mean there's more?"
"It has only begun. You see, I have a surprise dessert for you." He just smiled and grabbed a plate, his sandwich, and some chips. Sydney did the same, and then the two walked over to the couch.
"Okay, so, I wanna know everything about you." Sydney said as she took a bite of her sandwich. "I mean, you know everything about me from my files, and I know nothing about you."
"Okay, well, I don't know everything about you, so how do you want to do this?" After hearing this, Sydney proposed that they played 10 Questions, instead of 20 because that would take to long, and Michael agreed.
"You first." Sydney egged on. She couldn't wait to ask all of the questions. She had been waiting so long to finally meet the real Michael Vaughn, and now she had the chance.
"Fine, what's the category?" Michael took the last bite of his sandwich, and then went for the chips.
"Anything." Sydney, too, took the final bite of her sandwich, and then continued. "What is your favorite color?"
"Blue."
"What is your favorite sport, besides hockey?" Sydney was now starting to have fun, and it was only he second question.
"Baseball."
"Favorite baseball team?"
"Mets." Michael stopped for a minute. "This is a little to easy, I thought you wanted to know stuff about me."
"I do. And I think that your hobbies and favorites are important." Sydney all of a sudden became very serious. "Favorite movie?"
"Return of the Jedi."
"Most embarrassing childhood moment?"
"Let's see, I was 8 and my mom and I were in Niece for the weekend. She had warned me before we left that, I wasn't suppose to leave her side while we were there. But, coincidentally, Gordie Howe just so happened to be there on a press break. I happened to see him, and while my mom was paying our lunch bill, I went to get his autograph. I ended up getting lost in a crowd of people, trying to get back to my mom, and ended up taking some other lady's hand, screaming, 'I got his autograph! I got Gordie Howe's autograph." By now Sydney had started bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh no, it gets worse." She just raised an eyebrow and let him continue. "The lady just so happened to be Gordie Howe's personal trainer. It was horrible!"
"Big Gordie Howe fan?"
"Oh yea, but, not to sound cliché or anything, but my favorite would have to be Wayne Gretzki." The two went on with their game until Michael's round of questioning was finished, and Sydney's began.
"Okay, first off, you never answered my question back in France. What pets did you have?" And Sydney went through her pets in reply. "Favorite sports?"
"Okay, well, soccer, lacrosse, tennis, and I have acquired a new love for hockey."
"Favorite athlete in each?"
"Mia Hamm for soccer, I don't have a favorite lacrosse player, but I like Maryland, I like Lleyton Hewitt and Andre Agassi in tennis, and like Ziggy Palffy, and of course Emilio Estivez for hockey."
"Childhood role model?"
"Dolly Parton -- Ahh that thought is just creepy. Umm, Dorthy Hamel." Michael just got a strange look on his face, and couldn't help asking why. "After my mom died, I turned to skating. At one point, my life got to the point where I went to the rink after school, at dinner there, and didn't come home 'til 9 or ten o'clock."
"Okay, final question. How many languages can you speak?"
"6 ½. Spanish, French, German, Italian, Russian, Japanese, and I'm learning Farsi." Michael had a look of amazement on his face. Sydney noticed it, too, so she kept on going. "I have one more question for you." He just made a hmm noise, and let her ask it. "What is my dessert?"
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