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Sydney woke up the next morning, the sun shining on her face and her body all tangled in the sheets. She looked over at Vaughn, who was in a ball, because she had taken all the sheets. She smiled, and reached her arms over her head, her fingertips lightly hitting the backboard. Sydney crept out of bed and slipped out the door into the hall, barely making a sound.

In the kitchen, Francie was already up, and just pouring coffee for herself and Will.

"Morning Syd. How was your night?" Asked Francie, casting a glance into the empty hall.

"Oh fine, pour me a cup will you?" Syd took the cup from Francie and took a sip, the realized it was a little too hot. "So, last night," She hesitated before continuing. "Michael asked me to move in with him." Will nearly choked on his coffee.

"And..." Francie pressed.

"And I said yes." Will choked on his coffe again, and Francie became estatic.

"Really! Oh my gosh, Syd, I'm so happy for you. Do you think he's the one?" Francie asked. Before she could answer, Will interupted,

"Hey, you two, I'm here you know, and Mike and I we just tell each other everything, and..." Francie through a dish towel at him, making him shut up immediately. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving." He went into the bathroom and the shower water went on.

"So..."

"Francie, it's not like that, I don't know if he can be "the one"." Syd didn't make eye contact. "But, yeah, he already is "the one"."

"Oh, Syd! That is so awesome. When are you moving in?"

"I don't know, he just asked me last night. But I don't know, maybe in the next two weeks?"

"Where does he live?"

"Over...Francie, why do you care so much?"

"It's just that I can't have you moving all the way across LA, that simply won't do." Francie was quick to answer.

Sydney faked a smile. "No, it's about 15 minutes away. We've passed it before on the way to that health food store."

"Oh, right I remember." Francie continued to dry the dishes. They sat in silence, until Vaughn walked into the kitchen and broke the akward silence.

"Morning Syd." He said giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, hey Francie."

"Syd, tells me she's moving in with you."

"Yeah, well, somehing like that."

"I'm really happy for you guys. Hey, listen, I'm going shopping. I got a new manager and I have some free time. Want to come?"

"Nah. We'll stay here." Sydney glanced at Vaughn who nodded. Francie walked into her room and came out in a few minutes, with a pures and a coat.

"See you." Sydney gave a small wave and got up to get some breakfast. "What do you want, Michael?"

"You called me Michael." He smiled to himself. "Bacon, Eggs, the works." Sydney laughed and he continued. "Nah, a bagel, or toast is fine." Sydney took a bagel out of the bread basket and put in it the toaster. "So, Syd, when do you want to you know, move in, if you want to move in?"

"Today...no, I don't know....how about next weekend? I mean, we can at least start. I have a lot of, well, crap." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, I have to get rid of some of my stuff, to make room for your stuff." He leaned over the counter and kissed her. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I! It's gonna be great." Sydney said. "Cream cheese, jelly or butter?" She asked, regarding the bagel toppings.

"Butter." He took his bagel from his new roomate and took a bite. "Ahh...hot!" Sydney laughed at his stupidity. They were both startled by the simutaneous ringing of cell phones. "How do they do that?" He ran back into the bed room and grabbed his phone off the bedstand, and answered it. A few minutes later he peeked his head out the door and yelled, "Syd...we gotta go in....I'm taking a shower."

"Alright." Sydney got dressed while Vaughn showered. Once he was ready, they got into their cars and drove to the HQ, one following another.

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In The Meantime...

"Sir, we have a problem." Francie told Sark, who was on the other line. "Miss Bristow is moving."

"Please elaborate."

"Michael Vaughn, a CIA agent, who is currently both romantically and professionally involved with Bristow, asked her to move in with her and she accepted."

"Ahh...yes...this is a problem. We need that intel that Miss Bristow provides us with."

"I can take care of that problem."

"No. Miss Bristow cannot suffer any more heart breaks. More bugging may be involved." Sark continued. "Allow me to discuss this with Mr. Sloane, and I will get back to you."

*click*

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Just so you all know....no direct mention of Francie's evilness....just phone conversations when she goes..."shopping and such"!

DONT WORRY!!!! THERE"S MORE, BUT I JUST HAD A MAJOR BRAIN FART, AND HAD NO WILL TO WRITE ABOUT ALIAS!!!!! OH DEAR GOD, WHAT"S HAPPENING. REVIEWS????????????? Still want more?? Review. Thanks to sara, Egyptian Kat, star, Maxwell, Dizzy and Leslie for the reviews...my only reviews up to this point for this story! Especially star and Jade. Those two are awesome!!! Keep reviewing!