There WAS a short chapter, so here is a LLOONNGG chapter. Okay, its not
that LLOONNGG, but its longer than before! eNjOy!
We all sat in silence until we pulled into a town house complex about an hour later, called **Mountain Ridge**
We drove down a street and near the end, we stopped.
"Is this it?" Weiss asked.
"Uh...24 Terrace Green Way?" Vaughn said. "Yep this is the place!"
I didn't say anything. I didn't like the sound of it. It sounded somehwat uncivilized, 34 Terrace Green Way. Like a hillbilly town. It was nice though, if you left the name out of it.
We pulled into the driveway and Weiss picked up his phone. He dialed a number and told the person on the other end that we were at the house. Once he hung up he told us who it was.
"That was James Honig. He is the guy in charge of all our Norfolk affairs. You now, jobs and stuff." Weiss told us. "He's going to meet us hear in a few minutes with some extra details. But, in the meantime, Vaughn, why don't you share the information in the folder you recieved at the airport?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. It is a 3 bedroom townhouse, but I am figuring they are fairly small. 2 1/2 baths, office, living room and family room and kitchen with eating area. There's a pool and exercise room somewhere in this joint. Does that help?"
"Yeah. And I get one of the bedrooms and you two little lovebirds--- " Weiss began.
"Stop with the lovebirds." Vaughn interupted.
"---can have the master bedroom and the extra can be for the litte Eric Vaughn."
"Excuse me??? What makes you think that the children will be named after you???" They both turned to look at me. "Oh, not that there are any children but I don't even like the name Eric, no offense."
"None taken. But you want to have kids, right? Just for the records?" Weiss asked.
"Well, yes but---hey this is none of your business!!!" I can't believe I said all that. I was saved by James Honig approaching our car. We all got out and went to talk to him.
"Ahh, welcome. Lets see..." He flipped through a folder. "Miss Barnes, Mr. Karvey and Mr. Marcus. So nice to finally meet all of you. A team of great agents. Miss Bristow especially."
"Oh, thank you." I blushed and Vaughn and Weiss gave me dirty looks.
"Back to business. Here are your keys." He handed each one of us a key on a ring. "You should have sufficient funds in a bank account until you begin getting paychecks." He handed each of us a debit card. "The pin is 2203. Agent Vaughn, you will be working a gym, as a physical trainer. You are in pretty good shape already, but we advise you to start working out in the exercise room before Monday. Agent Weiss, you will be working as a manager for a sports equipment store. I take it you have previous expierience/knowledge in that area?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. And Miss Bri---."
"Agent Bristow." I interupted.
"Agent Bristow, you will be employed at a travel agency, which is actually a front cover for the Norfolk branch of the CIA. You will be doing mostly desk work, but these type of assignments may fall into your lap once in a while."
"Alright."
"That is all the information I need to give to you. Have a good day." Mr. Honig left and we just stood there.
"How come Sydney gets the good job."
"Why? Isn't your job man-ly enough for you?"
"Shut up, you two...you are giv---." Vaughn yelled.
"---ing me a head ache. We know. I'm sorry. Is there any way I can make up for my behavior?" I coaxed.
"Yes. But later." He went back over to the car and popped the trunk. Weiss took a suitcase out and Vaughn headed over towards the door, with me right beside him. He unlocked the door with his key, and pushed the crimson red door open. He swiftly lifted me off my feet.
"Patrick! What are you doing?"
"Well, we were never formally married, so I'm initiating it now." I glared at him, admiringly. He was so sweet. I let him haul me into the hall before I asked him to put me down. I walked through the rooms. The downstairs was okay. Nicely decorated, roomy for a town house. Vaughn came in from getting suitcases and asked,
"Where do you want your bags?"
"Oh anywhere's fine." I told him, giving him a quick kiss, which was pretty hard considering both arms had suitcases in them. I followed him upstairs and took a peak into the first 2 bedrooms. One was based on beige and the other was forest green. We figured Weiss would want the green one, so we put his suitcase on the be. We walked into our room and I was breathless.
A red striped quilt covered a queen bed, and red striped curtains covered the windows. A tan carpet led into a blue bathroom and a walk-in closet, where Vaughn put my bag. Nice oak dressers lined the wall and a TV sat on a trunk. It was so perfect, perfectly content for each of us. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes.
"Jess, you okay?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah, Patrick, I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed." He knew that I wante to be alone, so he left me in the room. I mixed the items in my suitcase with the clothes already in the dresser and the closet. I threw on one of Vaughn's sweatshirts, considering I was cold and didn't have any.
I paraded downstairs and looked more thouroughly through the office. There was a nice maple desk with a computer and in a container next to the door, was three laptops, each with their own personalized carrying case. I took them out into the living room and logged on to mine.
I found out that each of still had our CIA email account, on a safe server so it couldn't be tracked, and a public one on AOL. I e-mailed my closing officer and asked them to send me some of my jewerly and books, and my memory box. I logged off and went into the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm getting hungry. What do you guys want?"
"Lasagna!" Weiss yelled.
"Whatever." Vaughn said. At least one of them was easy to please.
"Pizza?" I offered.
"Sure." They were both happy. I pulled a phone book out from under the counter and looked up 'pizza.' Since I wasn't framiliar with the area, I decided the call the first number I saw. Joey's Pizza. How cute, yet a sense of home again. Vaughn having to call Joey's Pizza time and time again just to have me come in to the office. It'd be so weird. Once, I leave, so does Joey's Pizza. Well, Joey's Pizza is back. I quickly dialed their number.
***Joey's Pizza, How may I help you?***
"I would like to order two large cheese pizzas"
***Address***
"34 Terrace Green Way."
***Phone Number***
"Umm...seven five seven..." I glanced at the list of emergency numbers next to the phone. "five oh nine, six six eight three."
***Will there be anything else??***
"No."
***That'll be $11.90. We should be there in a 1/2 an hour.***'click'
Wow...things were definately cheaper in Norfolk. Two pizza's in LA would be 25 bucks. I got out paper plates and cups, grabbed a can of coke out of the Fridge and poured it into a cup. I took a sip and began reading the 'Vriginian Pilot,' which was left at our doorstop when we arrived this morning. A few minuted later, I sensed a pair of, well, hungry eyes over my shoulder.
"Vaughn..." I whirled around. His lips met mine and we embraced each other for a minute or two until I pulled away. "I ordered the pizza. It should be here in..." I looked at my watch. "20 minutes."
"That's gives us 20 minutes to have ''fun''." He said, once again with those greedy eyes. He kissed me again and we continued kissing. His hands wre roaming up and down my back until Weiss came in to get another coke.
"Hey...whoa! Could you stop that for like, I don't know 2 minutes?" He said sarcastically. I pulled away from Vaughn, laughing.
"Sorry." I pulled open the freezer and got out ice for the cups. Placing a few cubes in each cup, Michael left the room and went into the office, and on to his laptop, and started typing. I could hear the clicking of the keys. A few minutes later he walked back through the kitchen, and into the family room, with Weiss. I kept flipping through the paper. Not to long after, the doorbell rung/rang (I can never remember which one it is.) and I didn't move. The pitter-patter of Weiss's feets wre convincing enough that he was going to get the door.
He never came back into the kitchen, so five minutes later, I went looking. Weiss and Vaughn will sitting on the couch in the family room, eating straight out of the box. I laughed and shook my head, but grabbed a piece and sat down between them. We watched some football thing.
"Jess."
"Wha??"
"What's your last name...I mean...Barnes but since we're "married"...Oh never mind" I knew what Vaughn was trying to say. If I took his new last name, then he would feel like I loved him, which I did. I smiled.
"Karvey."
"Oh, okay, thanks." He leaned in and put his free hand on my neck, since the other had a slice of pizza on it. I had a quick moment of inspiration. I stood up and walked towards the stairs. Started he followed my pull and droped his pizza on a startled Weiss. Wide-eyed, we watched us prance towards the stairs. Vaughn probably had all these crazy thoughts going threw his mind; he obviously had no intentions of doing this tonight.
Once we got into our room, we started kissing and undo-ing each others clothes. We laid down on the bed, our legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets, and he whispered,
"I love you, who ever you are." I smiled and kept doing what we were doing. That was so sweet. Jess Barnes, Jess Karvey and Sydney Bristow. He loved me.
*****Thanks to 'Sydney' for the correction on Norfolk Times...It's the Virginian Pilot!
We all sat in silence until we pulled into a town house complex about an hour later, called **Mountain Ridge**
We drove down a street and near the end, we stopped.
"Is this it?" Weiss asked.
"Uh...24 Terrace Green Way?" Vaughn said. "Yep this is the place!"
I didn't say anything. I didn't like the sound of it. It sounded somehwat uncivilized, 34 Terrace Green Way. Like a hillbilly town. It was nice though, if you left the name out of it.
We pulled into the driveway and Weiss picked up his phone. He dialed a number and told the person on the other end that we were at the house. Once he hung up he told us who it was.
"That was James Honig. He is the guy in charge of all our Norfolk affairs. You now, jobs and stuff." Weiss told us. "He's going to meet us hear in a few minutes with some extra details. But, in the meantime, Vaughn, why don't you share the information in the folder you recieved at the airport?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. It is a 3 bedroom townhouse, but I am figuring they are fairly small. 2 1/2 baths, office, living room and family room and kitchen with eating area. There's a pool and exercise room somewhere in this joint. Does that help?"
"Yeah. And I get one of the bedrooms and you two little lovebirds--- " Weiss began.
"Stop with the lovebirds." Vaughn interupted.
"---can have the master bedroom and the extra can be for the litte Eric Vaughn."
"Excuse me??? What makes you think that the children will be named after you???" They both turned to look at me. "Oh, not that there are any children but I don't even like the name Eric, no offense."
"None taken. But you want to have kids, right? Just for the records?" Weiss asked.
"Well, yes but---hey this is none of your business!!!" I can't believe I said all that. I was saved by James Honig approaching our car. We all got out and went to talk to him.
"Ahh, welcome. Lets see..." He flipped through a folder. "Miss Barnes, Mr. Karvey and Mr. Marcus. So nice to finally meet all of you. A team of great agents. Miss Bristow especially."
"Oh, thank you." I blushed and Vaughn and Weiss gave me dirty looks.
"Back to business. Here are your keys." He handed each one of us a key on a ring. "You should have sufficient funds in a bank account until you begin getting paychecks." He handed each of us a debit card. "The pin is 2203. Agent Vaughn, you will be working a gym, as a physical trainer. You are in pretty good shape already, but we advise you to start working out in the exercise room before Monday. Agent Weiss, you will be working as a manager for a sports equipment store. I take it you have previous expierience/knowledge in that area?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. And Miss Bri---."
"Agent Bristow." I interupted.
"Agent Bristow, you will be employed at a travel agency, which is actually a front cover for the Norfolk branch of the CIA. You will be doing mostly desk work, but these type of assignments may fall into your lap once in a while."
"Alright."
"That is all the information I need to give to you. Have a good day." Mr. Honig left and we just stood there.
"How come Sydney gets the good job."
"Why? Isn't your job man-ly enough for you?"
"Shut up, you two...you are giv---." Vaughn yelled.
"---ing me a head ache. We know. I'm sorry. Is there any way I can make up for my behavior?" I coaxed.
"Yes. But later." He went back over to the car and popped the trunk. Weiss took a suitcase out and Vaughn headed over towards the door, with me right beside him. He unlocked the door with his key, and pushed the crimson red door open. He swiftly lifted me off my feet.
"Patrick! What are you doing?"
"Well, we were never formally married, so I'm initiating it now." I glared at him, admiringly. He was so sweet. I let him haul me into the hall before I asked him to put me down. I walked through the rooms. The downstairs was okay. Nicely decorated, roomy for a town house. Vaughn came in from getting suitcases and asked,
"Where do you want your bags?"
"Oh anywhere's fine." I told him, giving him a quick kiss, which was pretty hard considering both arms had suitcases in them. I followed him upstairs and took a peak into the first 2 bedrooms. One was based on beige and the other was forest green. We figured Weiss would want the green one, so we put his suitcase on the be. We walked into our room and I was breathless.
A red striped quilt covered a queen bed, and red striped curtains covered the windows. A tan carpet led into a blue bathroom and a walk-in closet, where Vaughn put my bag. Nice oak dressers lined the wall and a TV sat on a trunk. It was so perfect, perfectly content for each of us. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes.
"Jess, you okay?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah, Patrick, I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed." He knew that I wante to be alone, so he left me in the room. I mixed the items in my suitcase with the clothes already in the dresser and the closet. I threw on one of Vaughn's sweatshirts, considering I was cold and didn't have any.
I paraded downstairs and looked more thouroughly through the office. There was a nice maple desk with a computer and in a container next to the door, was three laptops, each with their own personalized carrying case. I took them out into the living room and logged on to mine.
I found out that each of still had our CIA email account, on a safe server so it couldn't be tracked, and a public one on AOL. I e-mailed my closing officer and asked them to send me some of my jewerly and books, and my memory box. I logged off and went into the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm getting hungry. What do you guys want?"
"Lasagna!" Weiss yelled.
"Whatever." Vaughn said. At least one of them was easy to please.
"Pizza?" I offered.
"Sure." They were both happy. I pulled a phone book out from under the counter and looked up 'pizza.' Since I wasn't framiliar with the area, I decided the call the first number I saw. Joey's Pizza. How cute, yet a sense of home again. Vaughn having to call Joey's Pizza time and time again just to have me come in to the office. It'd be so weird. Once, I leave, so does Joey's Pizza. Well, Joey's Pizza is back. I quickly dialed their number.
***Joey's Pizza, How may I help you?***
"I would like to order two large cheese pizzas"
***Address***
"34 Terrace Green Way."
***Phone Number***
"Umm...seven five seven..." I glanced at the list of emergency numbers next to the phone. "five oh nine, six six eight three."
***Will there be anything else??***
"No."
***That'll be $11.90. We should be there in a 1/2 an hour.***'click'
Wow...things were definately cheaper in Norfolk. Two pizza's in LA would be 25 bucks. I got out paper plates and cups, grabbed a can of coke out of the Fridge and poured it into a cup. I took a sip and began reading the 'Vriginian Pilot,' which was left at our doorstop when we arrived this morning. A few minuted later, I sensed a pair of, well, hungry eyes over my shoulder.
"Vaughn..." I whirled around. His lips met mine and we embraced each other for a minute or two until I pulled away. "I ordered the pizza. It should be here in..." I looked at my watch. "20 minutes."
"That's gives us 20 minutes to have ''fun''." He said, once again with those greedy eyes. He kissed me again and we continued kissing. His hands wre roaming up and down my back until Weiss came in to get another coke.
"Hey...whoa! Could you stop that for like, I don't know 2 minutes?" He said sarcastically. I pulled away from Vaughn, laughing.
"Sorry." I pulled open the freezer and got out ice for the cups. Placing a few cubes in each cup, Michael left the room and went into the office, and on to his laptop, and started typing. I could hear the clicking of the keys. A few minutes later he walked back through the kitchen, and into the family room, with Weiss. I kept flipping through the paper. Not to long after, the doorbell rung/rang (I can never remember which one it is.) and I didn't move. The pitter-patter of Weiss's feets wre convincing enough that he was going to get the door.
He never came back into the kitchen, so five minutes later, I went looking. Weiss and Vaughn will sitting on the couch in the family room, eating straight out of the box. I laughed and shook my head, but grabbed a piece and sat down between them. We watched some football thing.
"Jess."
"Wha??"
"What's your last name...I mean...Barnes but since we're "married"...Oh never mind" I knew what Vaughn was trying to say. If I took his new last name, then he would feel like I loved him, which I did. I smiled.
"Karvey."
"Oh, okay, thanks." He leaned in and put his free hand on my neck, since the other had a slice of pizza on it. I had a quick moment of inspiration. I stood up and walked towards the stairs. Started he followed my pull and droped his pizza on a startled Weiss. Wide-eyed, we watched us prance towards the stairs. Vaughn probably had all these crazy thoughts going threw his mind; he obviously had no intentions of doing this tonight.
Once we got into our room, we started kissing and undo-ing each others clothes. We laid down on the bed, our legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets, and he whispered,
"I love you, who ever you are." I smiled and kept doing what we were doing. That was so sweet. Jess Barnes, Jess Karvey and Sydney Bristow. He loved me.
*****Thanks to 'Sydney' for the correction on Norfolk Times...It's the Virginian Pilot!