Title: Shaant
For Disclaimer and other details, please look at previous chapters.
Author's Note: Okay I steal some minor dialogue from the season finale and from the Getaway. For the purposes of the story, if you could just pretend there were times when they had been said earlier, it'd greatly help the story. Thanks to everyone who review. The positive feedback is amazing… and I see what other authors mean. It really does make me type faster hahaha.
She never thought she'd be having this discussion with Weiss.
She'd had it a million times with Vaughn, but she'd never ever thought it'd happen with Weiss.
"Sydney, you have to learn to listen to someone other than yourself!" he stated. On the last mission, she'd ignored his orders and ran some risks. She'd almost been caught twice and a member of the CIA team that was there covertly had been injured. She was sorry for that but still thought it was her decision. -----I successfully completed the mission didn't I? -----
"I'm sorry, Weiss, but it is hard to let someone else make my decisions for me when it's my life in the balance! And for God's sake, you weren't there, you couldn't see what I saw, feel what I felt!" Sydney shouted back. She hated when anyone questioned her judgment. She admitted that she had a problem with authority-but she'd never say those words out loud.
"It's called surveillance, Sydney! Ever hear of it? And I think as the person who designs the countermission, I have the final call on whether or not we continue in a mission," Weiss retorted.
"God, you people!" -----Uh oh, here comes my temper-----
"You people? What do you mean you people?" Weiss asked.
"You! And Vaughn!"
"What does Vaughn have to do with this?" he asked. If he had been angry before, Sydney had just been scraping the surface. Weiss visibly tensed at the mention of Vaughn's name. Sydney had suspected that he resented her for getting Vaughn into one troubling situation after another, and it was obvious now.
"You two are exactly the same! Always worrying about me!" she shot back.
-----"Your life is complicated, Sydney! Forgive me for trying to make it any easier!"-----
"Sydney-" Weiss began, but she wasn't finished.
"You're always thinking that I'm so fragile, that I'm going to break!" she continued. Her voice was raised and her naturally defensive nature was all out with claws bared. ----- "I made a judgment call!" ----- "Vaughn used to do it and now you do it too! I'll be okay. I can take a few risks, and I will take those risks if it means SD-6 will come down faster. Both of you decide for me like I have no say in the matter!"
"You don't have a say in the matter! You forget something. 'Us people' are your seniors, and we deserve the respect for planning out those missions. That respect should come back to us in the form of listening to us! And this time, Sydney? It didn't matter that you could take care of yourself. Because you got someone else hurt. I'm not Vaughn and I would like to assure you, I certainly don't care enough to let worry come in the way of a missio. Yes, sometimes, Vaughn would not be able to see straight because he worried, but that's not the issue. You messed up, Sydney, and there is an agent who got shot in the leg because you didn't listen to me," Eric finished. ----- Way to mix your issues Syd. He's absolutely right. -----
"I'm sorry about Monroe," she said, almost inaudibly, referring to the agent who had been wounded.
"He'll be okay. But there are other people you have to think about, Sydney," he said, softly. She nodded and look him straight in the eye to show him she agreed. He tensed visibly and continued. "And don't go cutting down what Vaughn did. He made decisions that not only saved you, but also saved the CIA a very important double agent. Vaughn cares about you and that does affect what he does, but he's also a very smart man who realized the dangers of every possible situation that could happen to you. I know when you think of him, you think of…" he faltered.
----- Oh I can't wait to hear this. Take your best shot, Weiss. -----
"Someone you care a lot of for and someone who cares for you in the same way." ----- Nice shot. ----- "But Mike was trained just like you were, and has worked longer. He knew what he was doing and so do I. So if for once you can place your trust in me, you'll see that my judgment doesn't undermine or weaken you, " he finished, fiercely. She nodded.
"I do trust you," she said.
"Like you trusted Mike?" he said. ----- Sorry buddy. You want me to trust you like I trusted him; love's got to be in that equation. -----
"It's a different type of trust, but its still there," she replied, giving the most diplomatic answer she could find.
"Yeah well trust is a tricky thing," he replied, before he could control it. Amazing, he thought. I get the chance to say it to both of them.
"What does that mean?" she snapped. And they both react exactly the same way, he mused. I'd laugh out loud, if I weren't so damn angry.
"Nothing. It just means… what it means. This is complicated, complicated enough. You just have to trust me," he said. She nodded.
"Fine," she replied. She calmed down. "I didn't mean to say that you-and Vaughn-don't…"
"I understand," he said. "By the way, he says he misses you. Per usual." She smiled.
"I…" she began.
"I know, I know," he said, making a face good-naturedly. He put his voice an octave higher. "I miss him too." Sydney laughed.
"Yeah I do. How's that hockey league going?" she asked.
"Oh just great," he said wryly. "The other day he worked on perfecting their aims with the pucks." He wasn't smiling.
"Is there something wrong with that?" she asked.
"Yeah. Because apparently his 'good friend Eric' was the target," he said. She laughed. "It's not funny! I've got scars. I mean, I'm CIA and the scars I've got are from a bunch of kids my dog's age!" She grinned, and prepared to leave.
"I'll talk to you later," Sydney said. Weiss sobered.
"Wait, Sydney," he said. She turned around. "I just… I know I screamed at you a lot today, but honestly sometimes that's the only way to get through to you. I don't mean that as an insult. And I didn't mean that I don't care whether you get hurt. I do, very much so." He seemed to be struggling.
-----Weiss what the hell is going on? You going to confess to being in love with me too? ----- Sydney inwardly made a face. -----Syd, you really don't know what and what not to joke about do you? -----
"You know what I said earlier? Trust is a tricky thing? I said that to Mike once, when I was on his case about his… well your relationship. And I'm regretting it now," he said. "Because I went on and on about emotional attachments and judgment impairments and all that. But here I am in the same position. Doing what Vaughn did, caring about you and wanting you to come home. It was more than just losing an agent on a mission of his for Vaughn, and I never thought it'd be like that for me Syd. I see why he did what he did. It is perfectly justified. Of course, I'm not going to fall in love with you but…" -----Oh my god, did he just say that? ----- Sydney stared at him in horror. He laughed.
"I'll take it that expression is for the fact that I know, not that you're upset I'll never fall in love with you," he said. She smiled.
"You know?" she asked.
"He told me. And even if he hadn't I would have guessed," he said. ----- Yeah, Vaughn never really hid it. -----
"He never gave me a chance to say anything. He said it and just walked out of here. And then in Hong Kong, I tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn't let me," she said.
"Yeah but you managed to have some sort of say at the end didn't you?" he asked. -----Oh my god, Weiss, why the hell do you know so much? -----
"What?" she asked.
"My mandarin is a little less CIA issued than Vaughn's and ten times worse than both of yours, but I caught the drift. He did, too, judging by that idiotic grin on his face," Weiss explained. Sydney went red, but couldn't help smile. "Yeah you know, it looked something like that."
"Shut up, Weiss. How is he?" she asked.
"He's good. He's working on the SD-6 case again, but he handles the paper work and auditing of our progress and stuff. He's really proud of your work," he said. She nodded. "The promotion is doing him good. He's finally done moving into his new apartment, and he loves it. I love it too, actually." They chatted a bit before Sydney finally left.
* * * * * * * *
She hurried into the warehouse and saw Weiss looking as tired as she was.
----- I hope he doesn't get to sleep the rest of the week for interrupting me. ----
"What is going on? I just saw you yesterday. You're great and all, Weiss, but this much social interaction must be detrimental to your health," she quipped. Weiss looked annoyed.
"I'm not here for games, Syd. I know it's early in the morning, but I figured you'd want this," Weiss said, ignoring her joke and handing her a manila envelope.
"What's this?" she asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Weiss said.
She removed a small slip of paper and a set of keys. She looked at the slip and saw an address on it. "Some CIA mission?" -----I've never had a mission in LA before. Especially not from the CIA, it's a huge risk.-----
Weiss laughed. "No. Vaughn wanted me to give you this, and tell you it's secured. He didn't tell me anymore but whatever it is, he's checked in that it's okay. Of course, with the work that he's gotten done in the last couple months, he's Mr. Golden Boy so Devlin and Davenport hardly refuse him anything anymore," he muttered. " I figured I'd give it to you now, so that if you had to do something you could do it before you had to show up at SD-6." Sydney nodded. Vaughn, you're great but couldn't you be normal and send me flowers or a singing telegram? She thought
. -----On second though that might not seem so great. 'I secretly love you and got fired for it. If your employer knows I know you, he'll kill us both but I just wanted to send you a guy who gets paid peanuts to sing embarrassing songs to tell you how much I miss you. From your former handler suspected of having an emotional attachment, Vaughn.' to the tune of Beautiful Dreamer? All kinds of bad. -----
"Thanks, Weiss. And tell him I miss him okay?" Sydney said.
"I'll be sure not to since he knows it!" Weiss replied, sarcastically. "You'd think he'd let me do this but its okay. I'll see you on Wednesday." Syd shot him a confused look as he left. A few minutes later, she followed.
She got in her car and drove to the address wondering what was going on, and checking for tails carefully. The building was a low-rise apartment building. She quickly entered what the building and went to the specified floor, which was the top floor. She walked to the apartment and fished out the keys that Vaughn had sent her. Suddenly it hit her.
----- What is going on? Oh my god! Is this Vaughn's house? Am I about to see Vaughn? ----- Something told her that it was quite impossible, and that Vaughn wouldn't risk her life like this.
She heard a noise down the hallway and she turned and looked. A lady in her forties walked out. She looked at Sydney.
"Oh, honey, Mike moved that last of his stuff out yesterday. He doesn't live here anymore. Do you want the new address?" the lady asked. Sydney smiled.
"Oh no, it's okay. I'm not here to see Mike, I'm just looking at the house," she thought. ----- Did I just turn down the opportunity to see where he lives now? ----
"Oh are you going to move in here?" the lady asked, seeming genuinely interested.
"Maybe. I've been looking around," she lied, realizing she didn't want to come up with another reason as to why she was going to this apartment.
"Well I hope you do. It'd be nice to have another neighbor. Mike was great," she said. Sydney nodded and said goodbye as the lady went down the hallway. She turned to the door and tried every single key before she realized the door wasn't locked.
She walked in and looked around.
----This was where Vaughn lived. He used to sleep, eat, shower, do everything in here.---- She walked around looking at the bedroom and bathroom. -----I'm finally in his house. He might not be here, but that's okay. ----- She marveled at the fact at how well he knew her. Even if he was no longer living here, this was still a place she'd want to see and he knew it. ----- Vaughn, you are quite possibly the greatest man ever. ----
She walked around, just enjoying the fact that she was there. There were still old cartons and junk littering the apartment. She figured the caretaker would come take of that. She was walking past the kitchen, getting ready to leave when she saw an old pizza box in the corner. The top of it had a logo emblazoned on it that read
-----Joey's Pizza? No way! It actually exits… or does it? ----- She walked towards the boy and opened it. Sure enough it was clean except for a letter that read 'From an Invisible Friend'. Giggling, she opened it.
"Dear Syd,
I always wanted you to see my apartment. Not the best circumstances, but beggars can't be choosers. I miss you a lot and have found myself wishing for every those horrible meetings where I can't look at you or face you, just so I can hear your voice. But, your safety will always come first, so I'll have to settle for letters. If you've noticed, along with this there were two keys along. One of them is to my new apartment, so that when you're done with all this (and after that party of course), you won't even need to knock to be in my life. The other key opens up a surprise for you under the sink. I miss you so much, Sydney and I just want you to keep the faith that our day will come.
'A friend says, "If you ever need anything, I'll be there." A lover says, "You'll never need anything, I'll be there."'-Anonymous
I'll be there."
------No way this is dissolving in water. ----- She quickly looked under the sink and saw a beautiful, antique jewelry chest-like object, about a foot wide. It was a copper colored, tarnished enough to make it looked distinguished but authentic. She took the key and turned the lock on it and saw another note inside.
"Happy Birthday, two weeks in advance. Lift up the bottom for your second birthday present."
She did as the note said; smiling wider, wondering what Vaughn had planned. ----- When he's my handler, he gets me a Christmas present. When I haven't even seen him in months, he gets me a birthday gift. I don't deserve him. ----- She lifted what turned out to a false bottom, ----- how perfect for a spy----- and pulled out a few papers that looked like official documents. She read them and gasped. -----I was right about that official part. -----
The last line of the last page read as following:
"Agents Heading Operation:
From Headquarters: Dir. Devlin, Assistant Dir. Davenport
On Site: Senior Agent Vaughn and Agent Weiss
Agents Bristow (Sydney A., and Jack D.) to maintain cover.
Operation to take over SD-6 (simultaneous with all Alliance Cells) to commence 1100 hours on April 17th."
-----Happy Birthday to me. -----
Author's note 2: And I know after this chapter, for those of you who read Notification Posted, it seems like I'm obsessed with letters and notes but I'm really not. I just needed to have a good S/V moment in here aside from the Weiss/ Syd scene, and I think if Sydney and Vaughn actually saw each other before my big ending it'd spoil the sentiment a bit so I had to figure out a way that there could be sweetness without them seeing each other. We did the phone/ comm. thing sooo… what can I say? I'm creative but not that creative I guess. As for the pizza place, I figured it is possible it actually existed but they wouldn't keep that as a call signal because it'd be easy to get that confused. Also the titles and all that… totally made up sorry if it's really stupid. The end that I'm planning is really, I don't know, special I guess so I'm putting a lot of effort into it.
For Disclaimer and other details, please look at previous chapters.
Author's Note: Okay I steal some minor dialogue from the season finale and from the Getaway. For the purposes of the story, if you could just pretend there were times when they had been said earlier, it'd greatly help the story. Thanks to everyone who review. The positive feedback is amazing… and I see what other authors mean. It really does make me type faster hahaha.
She never thought she'd be having this discussion with Weiss.
She'd had it a million times with Vaughn, but she'd never ever thought it'd happen with Weiss.
"Sydney, you have to learn to listen to someone other than yourself!" he stated. On the last mission, she'd ignored his orders and ran some risks. She'd almost been caught twice and a member of the CIA team that was there covertly had been injured. She was sorry for that but still thought it was her decision. -----I successfully completed the mission didn't I? -----
"I'm sorry, Weiss, but it is hard to let someone else make my decisions for me when it's my life in the balance! And for God's sake, you weren't there, you couldn't see what I saw, feel what I felt!" Sydney shouted back. She hated when anyone questioned her judgment. She admitted that she had a problem with authority-but she'd never say those words out loud.
"It's called surveillance, Sydney! Ever hear of it? And I think as the person who designs the countermission, I have the final call on whether or not we continue in a mission," Weiss retorted.
"God, you people!" -----Uh oh, here comes my temper-----
"You people? What do you mean you people?" Weiss asked.
"You! And Vaughn!"
"What does Vaughn have to do with this?" he asked. If he had been angry before, Sydney had just been scraping the surface. Weiss visibly tensed at the mention of Vaughn's name. Sydney had suspected that he resented her for getting Vaughn into one troubling situation after another, and it was obvious now.
"You two are exactly the same! Always worrying about me!" she shot back.
-----"Your life is complicated, Sydney! Forgive me for trying to make it any easier!"-----
"Sydney-" Weiss began, but she wasn't finished.
"You're always thinking that I'm so fragile, that I'm going to break!" she continued. Her voice was raised and her naturally defensive nature was all out with claws bared. ----- "I made a judgment call!" ----- "Vaughn used to do it and now you do it too! I'll be okay. I can take a few risks, and I will take those risks if it means SD-6 will come down faster. Both of you decide for me like I have no say in the matter!"
"You don't have a say in the matter! You forget something. 'Us people' are your seniors, and we deserve the respect for planning out those missions. That respect should come back to us in the form of listening to us! And this time, Sydney? It didn't matter that you could take care of yourself. Because you got someone else hurt. I'm not Vaughn and I would like to assure you, I certainly don't care enough to let worry come in the way of a missio. Yes, sometimes, Vaughn would not be able to see straight because he worried, but that's not the issue. You messed up, Sydney, and there is an agent who got shot in the leg because you didn't listen to me," Eric finished. ----- Way to mix your issues Syd. He's absolutely right. -----
"I'm sorry about Monroe," she said, almost inaudibly, referring to the agent who had been wounded.
"He'll be okay. But there are other people you have to think about, Sydney," he said, softly. She nodded and look him straight in the eye to show him she agreed. He tensed visibly and continued. "And don't go cutting down what Vaughn did. He made decisions that not only saved you, but also saved the CIA a very important double agent. Vaughn cares about you and that does affect what he does, but he's also a very smart man who realized the dangers of every possible situation that could happen to you. I know when you think of him, you think of…" he faltered.
----- Oh I can't wait to hear this. Take your best shot, Weiss. -----
"Someone you care a lot of for and someone who cares for you in the same way." ----- Nice shot. ----- "But Mike was trained just like you were, and has worked longer. He knew what he was doing and so do I. So if for once you can place your trust in me, you'll see that my judgment doesn't undermine or weaken you, " he finished, fiercely. She nodded.
"I do trust you," she said.
"Like you trusted Mike?" he said. ----- Sorry buddy. You want me to trust you like I trusted him; love's got to be in that equation. -----
"It's a different type of trust, but its still there," she replied, giving the most diplomatic answer she could find.
"Yeah well trust is a tricky thing," he replied, before he could control it. Amazing, he thought. I get the chance to say it to both of them.
"What does that mean?" she snapped. And they both react exactly the same way, he mused. I'd laugh out loud, if I weren't so damn angry.
"Nothing. It just means… what it means. This is complicated, complicated enough. You just have to trust me," he said. She nodded.
"Fine," she replied. She calmed down. "I didn't mean to say that you-and Vaughn-don't…"
"I understand," he said. "By the way, he says he misses you. Per usual." She smiled.
"I…" she began.
"I know, I know," he said, making a face good-naturedly. He put his voice an octave higher. "I miss him too." Sydney laughed.
"Yeah I do. How's that hockey league going?" she asked.
"Oh just great," he said wryly. "The other day he worked on perfecting their aims with the pucks." He wasn't smiling.
"Is there something wrong with that?" she asked.
"Yeah. Because apparently his 'good friend Eric' was the target," he said. She laughed. "It's not funny! I've got scars. I mean, I'm CIA and the scars I've got are from a bunch of kids my dog's age!" She grinned, and prepared to leave.
"I'll talk to you later," Sydney said. Weiss sobered.
"Wait, Sydney," he said. She turned around. "I just… I know I screamed at you a lot today, but honestly sometimes that's the only way to get through to you. I don't mean that as an insult. And I didn't mean that I don't care whether you get hurt. I do, very much so." He seemed to be struggling.
-----Weiss what the hell is going on? You going to confess to being in love with me too? ----- Sydney inwardly made a face. -----Syd, you really don't know what and what not to joke about do you? -----
"You know what I said earlier? Trust is a tricky thing? I said that to Mike once, when I was on his case about his… well your relationship. And I'm regretting it now," he said. "Because I went on and on about emotional attachments and judgment impairments and all that. But here I am in the same position. Doing what Vaughn did, caring about you and wanting you to come home. It was more than just losing an agent on a mission of his for Vaughn, and I never thought it'd be like that for me Syd. I see why he did what he did. It is perfectly justified. Of course, I'm not going to fall in love with you but…" -----Oh my god, did he just say that? ----- Sydney stared at him in horror. He laughed.
"I'll take it that expression is for the fact that I know, not that you're upset I'll never fall in love with you," he said. She smiled.
"You know?" she asked.
"He told me. And even if he hadn't I would have guessed," he said. ----- Yeah, Vaughn never really hid it. -----
"He never gave me a chance to say anything. He said it and just walked out of here. And then in Hong Kong, I tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn't let me," she said.
"Yeah but you managed to have some sort of say at the end didn't you?" he asked. -----Oh my god, Weiss, why the hell do you know so much? -----
"What?" she asked.
"My mandarin is a little less CIA issued than Vaughn's and ten times worse than both of yours, but I caught the drift. He did, too, judging by that idiotic grin on his face," Weiss explained. Sydney went red, but couldn't help smile. "Yeah you know, it looked something like that."
"Shut up, Weiss. How is he?" she asked.
"He's good. He's working on the SD-6 case again, but he handles the paper work and auditing of our progress and stuff. He's really proud of your work," he said. She nodded. "The promotion is doing him good. He's finally done moving into his new apartment, and he loves it. I love it too, actually." They chatted a bit before Sydney finally left.
* * * * * * * *
She hurried into the warehouse and saw Weiss looking as tired as she was.
----- I hope he doesn't get to sleep the rest of the week for interrupting me. ----
"What is going on? I just saw you yesterday. You're great and all, Weiss, but this much social interaction must be detrimental to your health," she quipped. Weiss looked annoyed.
"I'm not here for games, Syd. I know it's early in the morning, but I figured you'd want this," Weiss said, ignoring her joke and handing her a manila envelope.
"What's this?" she asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Weiss said.
She removed a small slip of paper and a set of keys. She looked at the slip and saw an address on it. "Some CIA mission?" -----I've never had a mission in LA before. Especially not from the CIA, it's a huge risk.-----
Weiss laughed. "No. Vaughn wanted me to give you this, and tell you it's secured. He didn't tell me anymore but whatever it is, he's checked in that it's okay. Of course, with the work that he's gotten done in the last couple months, he's Mr. Golden Boy so Devlin and Davenport hardly refuse him anything anymore," he muttered. " I figured I'd give it to you now, so that if you had to do something you could do it before you had to show up at SD-6." Sydney nodded. Vaughn, you're great but couldn't you be normal and send me flowers or a singing telegram? She thought
. -----On second though that might not seem so great. 'I secretly love you and got fired for it. If your employer knows I know you, he'll kill us both but I just wanted to send you a guy who gets paid peanuts to sing embarrassing songs to tell you how much I miss you. From your former handler suspected of having an emotional attachment, Vaughn.' to the tune of Beautiful Dreamer? All kinds of bad. -----
"Thanks, Weiss. And tell him I miss him okay?" Sydney said.
"I'll be sure not to since he knows it!" Weiss replied, sarcastically. "You'd think he'd let me do this but its okay. I'll see you on Wednesday." Syd shot him a confused look as he left. A few minutes later, she followed.
She got in her car and drove to the address wondering what was going on, and checking for tails carefully. The building was a low-rise apartment building. She quickly entered what the building and went to the specified floor, which was the top floor. She walked to the apartment and fished out the keys that Vaughn had sent her. Suddenly it hit her.
----- What is going on? Oh my god! Is this Vaughn's house? Am I about to see Vaughn? ----- Something told her that it was quite impossible, and that Vaughn wouldn't risk her life like this.
She heard a noise down the hallway and she turned and looked. A lady in her forties walked out. She looked at Sydney.
"Oh, honey, Mike moved that last of his stuff out yesterday. He doesn't live here anymore. Do you want the new address?" the lady asked. Sydney smiled.
"Oh no, it's okay. I'm not here to see Mike, I'm just looking at the house," she thought. ----- Did I just turn down the opportunity to see where he lives now? ----
"Oh are you going to move in here?" the lady asked, seeming genuinely interested.
"Maybe. I've been looking around," she lied, realizing she didn't want to come up with another reason as to why she was going to this apartment.
"Well I hope you do. It'd be nice to have another neighbor. Mike was great," she said. Sydney nodded and said goodbye as the lady went down the hallway. She turned to the door and tried every single key before she realized the door wasn't locked.
She walked in and looked around.
----This was where Vaughn lived. He used to sleep, eat, shower, do everything in here.---- She walked around looking at the bedroom and bathroom. -----I'm finally in his house. He might not be here, but that's okay. ----- She marveled at the fact at how well he knew her. Even if he was no longer living here, this was still a place she'd want to see and he knew it. ----- Vaughn, you are quite possibly the greatest man ever. ----
She walked around, just enjoying the fact that she was there. There were still old cartons and junk littering the apartment. She figured the caretaker would come take of that. She was walking past the kitchen, getting ready to leave when she saw an old pizza box in the corner. The top of it had a logo emblazoned on it that read
-----Joey's Pizza? No way! It actually exits… or does it? ----- She walked towards the boy and opened it. Sure enough it was clean except for a letter that read 'From an Invisible Friend'. Giggling, she opened it.
"Dear Syd,
I always wanted you to see my apartment. Not the best circumstances, but beggars can't be choosers. I miss you a lot and have found myself wishing for every those horrible meetings where I can't look at you or face you, just so I can hear your voice. But, your safety will always come first, so I'll have to settle for letters. If you've noticed, along with this there were two keys along. One of them is to my new apartment, so that when you're done with all this (and after that party of course), you won't even need to knock to be in my life. The other key opens up a surprise for you under the sink. I miss you so much, Sydney and I just want you to keep the faith that our day will come.
'A friend says, "If you ever need anything, I'll be there." A lover says, "You'll never need anything, I'll be there."'-Anonymous
I'll be there."
------No way this is dissolving in water. ----- She quickly looked under the sink and saw a beautiful, antique jewelry chest-like object, about a foot wide. It was a copper colored, tarnished enough to make it looked distinguished but authentic. She took the key and turned the lock on it and saw another note inside.
"Happy Birthday, two weeks in advance. Lift up the bottom for your second birthday present."
She did as the note said; smiling wider, wondering what Vaughn had planned. ----- When he's my handler, he gets me a Christmas present. When I haven't even seen him in months, he gets me a birthday gift. I don't deserve him. ----- She lifted what turned out to a false bottom, ----- how perfect for a spy----- and pulled out a few papers that looked like official documents. She read them and gasped. -----I was right about that official part. -----
The last line of the last page read as following:
"Agents Heading Operation:
From Headquarters: Dir. Devlin, Assistant Dir. Davenport
On Site: Senior Agent Vaughn and Agent Weiss
Agents Bristow (Sydney A., and Jack D.) to maintain cover.
Operation to take over SD-6 (simultaneous with all Alliance Cells) to commence 1100 hours on April 17th."
-----Happy Birthday to me. -----
Author's note 2: And I know after this chapter, for those of you who read Notification Posted, it seems like I'm obsessed with letters and notes but I'm really not. I just needed to have a good S/V moment in here aside from the Weiss/ Syd scene, and I think if Sydney and Vaughn actually saw each other before my big ending it'd spoil the sentiment a bit so I had to figure out a way that there could be sweetness without them seeing each other. We did the phone/ comm. thing sooo… what can I say? I'm creative but not that creative I guess. As for the pizza place, I figured it is possible it actually existed but they wouldn't keep that as a call signal because it'd be easy to get that confused. Also the titles and all that… totally made up sorry if it's really stupid. The end that I'm planning is really, I don't know, special I guess so I'm putting a lot of effort into it.