Thanks to the people who told me about the absence of the KGB... I only started watching ALIAS this year (though I am now obsessed with it) so I didn't know... So let's say this is another syndicate... And let's call it~ I dunno: OPG     Sound good? Okay then, whatever floats your boat.

3.

Vivian Heights

(323) 473-6792

He looked at the orange, smiling at the numbers that jumped out at him. God, had he really just asked a woman he had met and nearly assaulted in a supermarket on a date?

He smiled and put the orange in his pocket as he heard footsteps. And that was the first time he failed to know that it was Sydney. "Viv- Oh, hey Syd." He felt the blood rushing to his face and he wanted to kick himself for acting like he was a teenager again.

She raised her eyebrow. "...Hi Vaughn."

He knew he was acting strangely but he could seem to get his smile off his face.

Sydney grinned at him. "Why so gloomy?"

"No reason." For some reason, he just wanted to keep it business today. He wanted to call Vivian soon... Set a date for tonight maybe... Or was that too eager?

He didn't care. She was most definitely an intriguing person. His eyes flickered towards Sydney. It really was quite amazing that there were two of them. And that he was the man who got to have both of them in his life.

"Shut up Vaughn, I know it's not nothing. What, do you have a hot date or something?" A small smile played on her lips, not because she didn't think he could get a hot date but because she had never actually thought about the possibility.

"Well... actually..."

Her heart stopped. It, at least for a second, went completely still. Don't do this Sydney, he's not your boyfriend and he's seen you go out on dates. Granted that the "dates" were with Will but... He had always been supportive. So do that now.

"Oh. Well... Who is she?"

So this was what it felt like to be uncomfortable.

How could he tell her that she sounded and looked exactly like Sydney herself? That he had bumped into her in the supermarket and had asked her out partly BECAUSE of the similarities between the two women?

"Her name is Vivian Heights."

"Vivian Heights? The name doesn't sound familiar..."

He laughed, "I actually met her in the supermarket. I crashed into her cart and... Oranges..." He couldn't finish the sentence.

Sydney cleared her throat a little uncertainly. "Well, then let's go over the counter mission quickly huh? That way you can get all dolled up and I can change into some PJs." She winked at him.

He was still attracted to her, her smiles and her winks and her little mannerisms... and he couldn't help but feel a little tug of his heart when she smiled at him. How had he gotten himself in this position? Already he felt disloyal to Sydney… and yet feeling like he was cheating on Sydney made him feel the same way towards Vivian.

And he hadn't even called her yet. "Sure thing."

~:~

He tossed the orange in the air and deftly caught it before looking at the numbers engraved into it.

She picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Yes?"

"Is this Vivian?"

She smiled a little at the tone of his voice before answering. "Yes, who is this?"

"Michael Vaughn... we met in the supermarket earlier today?"

She laughed now, the sound almost identical to the way Sydney Bristow might have laughed if she were on the phone instead. "Oh, hi. So I'm guessing you kept the orange."

"Actually I memorized your number and put the orange back. I would suggest that you watch out for any male callers."

She was surprised for a moment before she realized he was laughing. She grinned. "Okay, I'll screen my calls."

"So... I was wondering if you were busy tonight?"

She glanced at the mirror, her chestnut hair in curlers, her brown contacts still in their container. "Well, no actually. Were you planning on buying the drinks that you promised me?"

"Of course."

"Well, then I would say I have plans."

Michael was confused. Had she snubbed him? "... with me?"

"No with President Bush. Yes you."

Michael blushed, his face was actually hot and he knew that there had to be something wrong with a man who was blushing while talking about the president. "All right then. Can I pick you up around 8? What's your address?"

She looked around, surveying the scattering of papers all around her small apartment, the array of hair dye, the box of contacts and solution, the files and audio samples that she had been looking at a moment before... "I think it would be better to meet you somewhere. I have to work and then I have to primp because that's what girls do..." There was an unspoken laugh in her words.

"All right. Umm... do you like Italian?"

"I LOVE Italian."

"Well... There's a great place on Peach Street-"

"I love that place!"

"Okay then. 8 o' clock?"

"8 o'clock"

~:~

She checked the mirror to make sure her roots were still brown and then put her contacts back in. It would be a huge mistake if she were suddenly revealed as a green-eyed blond.

She would eventually of course... But for now, baby steps.

TBC~

REVIEW! (how is it so far? Still good or dying? I really can't judge my own writing because I either think it's all crap or all masterpieces... Lol jk)

Lemme know... The sad thing is that I'm actually liking Vivian... She's my Irina and I like Jack/Irina so this will be a bit hard to write... Who knows? Maybe this one won't be S/V at all... It probably will though... Tell me what you think either way... It would really help in decision-making.