I Think I'm in Love with the Pizza Man

By Jade

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Happy? Well, with the exception of my networking stuff and my crappy CD burner, I own nothing.

Time Frame: Season Two, after "Trust Me" Summary: Sydney and Vaughn can't go out in public together, but what about the warehouse?

Author's Note: My first Alias fic. I usually write Dark Angel fanfic, but after I started watching the show recently, I kept getting all these ideas for Alias fanfic..

Please R&R, flames and reviews are accepted!



One- True Confessions of a Double Agent

It was Monday morning. Monday, the day despised by all people receiving that valuable slip of paper every other week or so. People trudged to work unhappy about the short freedom that was usually spent working or helping the kids with homework or standing in front of ugly furniture that might be in the house one day. With emails bursting out of their inbox and loads of projects waiting to be started and finished within a set-in-stone time limit, millions unrestfully crashed into their chairs and started another boring week in corporate America.

But not for Sydney Bristow. The minute she walked into that office, she'd already had a request to be in the briefing room before she even had enough time to get her coffee.

Such a great way to start the week.

After setting her purse on her desk, Sydney made a beeline to the briefing room. She took a seat in her usual spot (next to Dixon) and waited for her next mission. Sloane promptly walked in with her father following close behind.

"Good morning, Sydney! I rest assured your weekend was a good one?" Sloane said, and sat down at the head of the table, looking at Sydney expectantly.

"Yes, it was." she replied, "Some friends and I went to a club," she sat watching her father stare at her with eyes that meant "reveal only what is necessary!"

"Very good. Well, as soon as Marshall gets here, we'll get started."

At that moment, Marshall burst into the room with papers and gadgets overflowing from the heap he had in his arms.

"Sorry I'm late. My mother decided to call me this morning and go on and on about her current state of health. 'Mom? Mom! I have to go to work!' " he mimicked. " 'Yes, dear, well, they'll just have to wait, my colonoscopy is much more important than your job at that bank. And then they stuck that tube-' "

"That's enough, Marshall," Sloane said firmly with a wave of his hand.

"Right. Sorry." Marshall took a seat and dumped his armload of papers and toys onto the desk.

"Three days ago, a massive break in at the Sephora store on the Champs- Élysées took place. The owner of the store is a man by the name of Girbaud." A picture of an elderly Parisian man clad in a business suit and gray hair appeared on the flat screen monitors in front of them.

"Girbaud as in the father of Jacque Girbaud, the head of Kell-Air 26?" Dixon questioned, not looking up from his screen.

"Kell-Air 26? Who are they?" Sydney asked, obviously missing something that all the men in the room had seemed to get.

"Kell-Air 26 is a group of rogue French secret service agents. They haven't caused any trouble to the Alliance or any of the Alliance's associates, but some are starting to worry," Jack commented.

"Thomas Girbaud, although a rather innocent store owner and fashion guru by day, is a notorious smuggler and drug lord by night. SD-6 has been trying to pin the cannabis scandal at the Parliament on Girbaud for months now, but so far all our attempts have failed."

"So this is another round of the blame game?" Sydney sighed. "No," her father said coldly. "That isn't as important as what's at stake right now."

"Then what is at stake?"

Sloane rose from his chair and clicked a remote, changing the picture of Girbaud on the screens to a picture of a mass grave somewhere in Africa.

"Girbaud had a bioengineered viral agent, tastefully hidden in his store as just another perfume. After the break in, he discovered that the viral agent was gone. If the agent is dispersed, that," he pointed to the screen, "will happen to the rest of France, and maybe even all of Europe."

"The how are we supposed to retrieve the agent f we don't even know where it is?" Dixon wondered.

"We do know where it is. K-Directorate took it," Sloane said, rather reserved, and the screen changed once again to a picture of Anna Espinosa holding the agent.

Sydney clenched her jaw. I should have guessed. Anna.

"Why did they take it?" Dixon mused.

"So they can use it against us," Sydney muttered. The eyes in the room shifted to her. "Isn't that right?"

"It is, Sydney. You leave for France tomorrow," Sloane said, sliding their assignments to them in black portfolios.





The sun shone brightly in the open campus. The cool air coaxed the flowers to open their heads and beam brightly. The grounds were loitered with students; some walking, talking, others deep in thought over the assignment due in about thirty minutes. Sydney sat in the middle row of the numerous amount of metal tables hugged in plastic in the middle of the campus. She was scribbling furiously in what seemed to be a notebook to the passerby, but in reality was a brown paper bag.







Vaughn-



A bioengineered viral agent has recently

been stolen. It is powerful enough to wipe

out hundreds upon thousands of people.

It was in the hands of Thomas Girbaud

before stolen by Anna Espinosa.

My mission is to retrieve the agent and

bring it back to SD-6 for testing, so I'm

off to Paris.

What's my counter mission?

She crumbled up the paper bag and dunked it into the near by trashcan, and walked to her next class. For some reason, Sydney had had a strange notion to write "Love, Sydney," but she had no idea why. Lately with her mother in CIA custody and Vaughn helping her out on missions, she felt the need to see that hockey game with him more and more.

Am I in love with Vaughn?

She pushed it as far from her mind as she could, but no matter how much she tried, he kept popping into her mind. She wanted to go to that hockey game before Cole barged into SD-6, indirectly forcing her to stay on the boat and save the day.

She recollected to that meeting she'd had with Vaughn before she headed to Moscow to eavesdrop on Sark and K-Directorate.

"No, but, what you said about wanting to go to a hockey game... wanting me to be part of your life... I think I wasn't clear about something. That it would be nice to be in public with you, to actually get to look at you. Grab a pizza or go to a hockey game. I just... I wasn't clear that I would really like that, too."

'That it would be nice to be in public with you, to actually get to look at you.' What does that mean?, she wondered.

Whatever it meant, it gave her that feeling. It felt so good, yet it made her feel so guilty. It was that something that she had felt when Danny was still alive.

But in a way, it was different.

When Vaughn looked at her, she could feel the world stop. SD-6 felt easier to take down, her secret life didn't feel so horrible anymore, even though the only reason Sydney ever saw him was to get counter missions.still, she saw him.

The realization hit like an RDT bus smacking into neglected newspapers in the street.

Oh God, I think I'm in love with Vaughn.

Her phone rang obnoxiously in her purse, and somehow even in her state of shock, she managed to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Joey's Pizza?"