I woke the next morning when some began massaging my shoulders.
"mmmm...that feels good." I mumbled.
"Glad you like it...but its time to get up." Vaughn's voice startled me. I had forgotten where I was. "Syd, I've already taken a shower, gotten our bags and picked up the room. You can at least get dressed." Once again, he was somewhat controlling.
"Get dressed into what?"
"I dunno. My closing officer called me at 2:30 am and told me to go down to the lobby to get our luggage." He sighed. "It took me three trips."
"You could have woken me you know..."
"You can't get up now, so an hour ago probably wouldn't have been any better." He began to rub my shoulders.
"I'm going...I'm going." He ripped the white sheets off my body.
"I'm going to wake Weiss." He got up and walked over to Weiss. I heard him talk to him as I stumbled out of bed. "Syd, you have the brown suitcase." He yelled in my general direction.
I walked over to the brown bag and unzipped it. In it were a arrangement of clothes, none of which suited my taste. I grabbed sweatpants, a tank top and a long sleeved t-shirt and fresh underwear and a bra, and went into the bathroom.
When I got out, they boys were all ready. "Come on already. You women take so long!!!!" Weiss commented.
"Watch it buddy." I said, giving him a playful punch. I slipped on some sneakers and grabbed my purse. In it was my drivers license, library cards, social security numbers, cash and credit cards. I lugged my suit case out into the hall behind Vaughn and Weiss and rolled it into the elevator. The ride down is silent, as is the walk to the car. At 3:45 in the morning, not many people are real apt to be chatty.
The airport was nearly empty. A few people were relaxing on the chairs in the terminals and the breakfast stands were just opening. Weiss went to get our boarding passes and Vaughn went to get coffee. I watched our bags until they came back.
"One French Vanilla Decaf and 2 Regulars." Vaughn told me.
"Awww...that's so sweet, how did you know? It's my favorite."
"I know a lot of things.' He left it at that. Weiss came over and got his coffee and we walked over a small office in a adjacent hallway. A CIA enployee would be there so we could bypass security. After all, we had our guns with us. Our terminal was empty, so we each took a chair and sat down. I rested my head on Vaughn's shoulder and he stroked my cheek. Almost 15 minutes later, our flight was called on the intercom.
Our rows were called and we got checked and boarded the plane. The three of us were crammed into a row of three. Weiss stowed our carry on's above us and sat down.
"Geeze. The CIA and afford to buy 5 people new cars, houses, clothes and give them tons of cash, but they cannot find a way to get first class tickets??? What is wrong with our world?"
"Rob. Chill out..." I told him.
"Ro...oh....right. Sorry....Jess."
"I'm going to get some shut eye." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Now I wished I had gotten the window seat.
"Jess...lean on me." Vaughn coaxed. I let my head drift onto his shoulder. It felt really nice, and I didn't have to worry about being seen with him. Once again, the people that brought us together were kind of encouraging us to have sex. Is that something to think about? I drifted off to a light sleep until 8 when Vaughn woke me up for breakfast, although Mr. Piggy Weiss ate most of it. I woke a few hours later, just as the fasten seatbelts sign went on.
The landing was smooth and problem-free. Due to our 2nd to last row location, it took us a good 1/2 hour to get off the plane. Once we got off, we went to get our bags. I stood by Vaughn, my arm linked with his as we walked. Life on the east coast was a lot different from the west coast. Less crowded, less noisier and less, well, less rude! People were very polite and held doors open for people. Never in LA.
It took us less that ten minutes to find our bags. Weiss had gone to get our rental car and Vaughn to find our Norfolk contact, so I was in charge of wathcing the bags. I watched the hurried people yell for their families and looking for their bags. People were going crazy. Crazier than people were in LA, or as.
I guess every place in the US of A is weird and strange to outsiders.
"Geeze. They gave us a chic car. A freaking chick car, of all cars, they had to give us a chick car." Weiss told me as he came near. I laughed. Weiss was obviously obsessed with his man-ly-ness. Vaughn came back with a manilla folder tucked under his arm.
"Who's drving?" He asked.
"I will. Although, it is a chick car."
"Oh, will you just drop it?" I complained.
"Aww...aren't we all slighty annoying at times??"
"Slighty??" Vaughn asked, a smile forming on his a 5 o'clock shadowed face.
Weiss mumbled a response too low to hear and he rolled his suitcase towards the door, the keys in his free hand. The rental lot was luckily only a short walk, so before we knew it, he was opening the trunk and loading our bags in. "Fairly roomy for a chick car."
"Will you please stop calling it a chick car??" I asked. "I like it."
"Ahh, but you are forgetting, you are a chick."
"So." That was so a put down.
"Please cut it out. You two are giving me a head ache." Vaughn interrupted.
"Sorry, sweetie." I said, luringly. I put my arm around him and allowed my lips to meet his. "I'll try not to give you a head ache again."
"Thank you." He climbed into the passenger seat and Weiss got into the drivers, which left me all alone in the back seat. It was lonely, but I didn't want to make anyone feel akward. (a.k.a Weiss) We all sat in silence until we pulled into a town house complex about an hour later, called **Mountain Ridge**
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Yes, I know, short chapters are no fun, but I want to keep all you Alias addicts busy out there. A school project require me to time and record my internet use so I wrote like 10 chapters in a notebook to occupy myself, so now I am transferring them. More reviews more chapters more fun!!!
"Glad you like it...but its time to get up." Vaughn's voice startled me. I had forgotten where I was. "Syd, I've already taken a shower, gotten our bags and picked up the room. You can at least get dressed." Once again, he was somewhat controlling.
"Get dressed into what?"
"I dunno. My closing officer called me at 2:30 am and told me to go down to the lobby to get our luggage." He sighed. "It took me three trips."
"You could have woken me you know..."
"You can't get up now, so an hour ago probably wouldn't have been any better." He began to rub my shoulders.
"I'm going...I'm going." He ripped the white sheets off my body.
"I'm going to wake Weiss." He got up and walked over to Weiss. I heard him talk to him as I stumbled out of bed. "Syd, you have the brown suitcase." He yelled in my general direction.
I walked over to the brown bag and unzipped it. In it were a arrangement of clothes, none of which suited my taste. I grabbed sweatpants, a tank top and a long sleeved t-shirt and fresh underwear and a bra, and went into the bathroom.
When I got out, they boys were all ready. "Come on already. You women take so long!!!!" Weiss commented.
"Watch it buddy." I said, giving him a playful punch. I slipped on some sneakers and grabbed my purse. In it was my drivers license, library cards, social security numbers, cash and credit cards. I lugged my suit case out into the hall behind Vaughn and Weiss and rolled it into the elevator. The ride down is silent, as is the walk to the car. At 3:45 in the morning, not many people are real apt to be chatty.
The airport was nearly empty. A few people were relaxing on the chairs in the terminals and the breakfast stands were just opening. Weiss went to get our boarding passes and Vaughn went to get coffee. I watched our bags until they came back.
"One French Vanilla Decaf and 2 Regulars." Vaughn told me.
"Awww...that's so sweet, how did you know? It's my favorite."
"I know a lot of things.' He left it at that. Weiss came over and got his coffee and we walked over a small office in a adjacent hallway. A CIA enployee would be there so we could bypass security. After all, we had our guns with us. Our terminal was empty, so we each took a chair and sat down. I rested my head on Vaughn's shoulder and he stroked my cheek. Almost 15 minutes later, our flight was called on the intercom.
Our rows were called and we got checked and boarded the plane. The three of us were crammed into a row of three. Weiss stowed our carry on's above us and sat down.
"Geeze. The CIA and afford to buy 5 people new cars, houses, clothes and give them tons of cash, but they cannot find a way to get first class tickets??? What is wrong with our world?"
"Rob. Chill out..." I told him.
"Ro...oh....right. Sorry....Jess."
"I'm going to get some shut eye." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Now I wished I had gotten the window seat.
"Jess...lean on me." Vaughn coaxed. I let my head drift onto his shoulder. It felt really nice, and I didn't have to worry about being seen with him. Once again, the people that brought us together were kind of encouraging us to have sex. Is that something to think about? I drifted off to a light sleep until 8 when Vaughn woke me up for breakfast, although Mr. Piggy Weiss ate most of it. I woke a few hours later, just as the fasten seatbelts sign went on.
The landing was smooth and problem-free. Due to our 2nd to last row location, it took us a good 1/2 hour to get off the plane. Once we got off, we went to get our bags. I stood by Vaughn, my arm linked with his as we walked. Life on the east coast was a lot different from the west coast. Less crowded, less noisier and less, well, less rude! People were very polite and held doors open for people. Never in LA.
It took us less that ten minutes to find our bags. Weiss had gone to get our rental car and Vaughn to find our Norfolk contact, so I was in charge of wathcing the bags. I watched the hurried people yell for their families and looking for their bags. People were going crazy. Crazier than people were in LA, or as.
I guess every place in the US of A is weird and strange to outsiders.
"Geeze. They gave us a chic car. A freaking chick car, of all cars, they had to give us a chick car." Weiss told me as he came near. I laughed. Weiss was obviously obsessed with his man-ly-ness. Vaughn came back with a manilla folder tucked under his arm.
"Who's drving?" He asked.
"I will. Although, it is a chick car."
"Oh, will you just drop it?" I complained.
"Aww...aren't we all slighty annoying at times??"
"Slighty??" Vaughn asked, a smile forming on his a 5 o'clock shadowed face.
Weiss mumbled a response too low to hear and he rolled his suitcase towards the door, the keys in his free hand. The rental lot was luckily only a short walk, so before we knew it, he was opening the trunk and loading our bags in. "Fairly roomy for a chick car."
"Will you please stop calling it a chick car??" I asked. "I like it."
"Ahh, but you are forgetting, you are a chick."
"So." That was so a put down.
"Please cut it out. You two are giving me a head ache." Vaughn interrupted.
"Sorry, sweetie." I said, luringly. I put my arm around him and allowed my lips to meet his. "I'll try not to give you a head ache again."
"Thank you." He climbed into the passenger seat and Weiss got into the drivers, which left me all alone in the back seat. It was lonely, but I didn't want to make anyone feel akward. (a.k.a Weiss) We all sat in silence until we pulled into a town house complex about an hour later, called **Mountain Ridge**
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Yes, I know, short chapters are no fun, but I want to keep all you Alias addicts busy out there. A school project require me to time and record my internet use so I wrote like 10 chapters in a notebook to occupy myself, so now I am transferring them. More reviews more chapters more fun!!!