Title: Undercover Lovers

Disclaimer: It's not mine!

*Hope you all like this new story of mine! R/R. I'll try to update periodically. Thanks for the reviews! I appreciate it so much!

Summary: This story is about a CIA mission with our favorite two agents, and where it will lead. What are there covers? How long a mission? Read and find out how far a mission will take them!!!!!

Chapter 13: Initiating an Invite

Sydney and Vaughn entered the club. They found a table in the back and Sydney started to sit down but Vaughn just shook his head. Sydney had a questioning look but decided to follow his lead. They walked closer to the stage where the band was playing until they reached the front and center table.

Of course that was where Mr. Sync and his lady of the night were. Sydney looked at Vaughn concerned with what he was about to do.

"Excuse me sir I'd like for my wife to enjoy this night with the best of seats. I'm willing to pay a good deal for your seats here." Vaughn spoke to Sync.

The man had been engrossed with the woman with him and looked disgusted when he looked up. He was obviously unhappy about the interruption.

Vaughn pulled out his wallet and started flashing money. "What will it take $1,000, $2,000?"

"I'm afraid you don't have the kind of money to buy these seats from me."

"Don't be so sure. I've got money." Vaughn said.

Sydney had caught on by now and was by Vaughn's side with her arm around his smiling.

Sync's eyes moved from Vaughn's wallet to Sydney. He looked her up and down and looked pleased at what he saw. Sydney had to hold in her grossed out expression of this man.

"You've got more than money my man." Sync says to Vaughn yet not tarring his eyes off of Sydney. "This is your wife you say?" the man questions, motioning to Sydney.

Vaughn smiles, "Yes, my beautiful wife Nichole, and I'm Scott Valdez." Vaughn said shaking Mr. Sync's hand and then kissing Sydney.

"Yes, nice to meet your acquaintances. I'm afraid like I said before though you don't have the money to buy these seats," Mr. Sync once again stated and then returning his focus to the woman who sat by him.

Sydney and Vaughn both exchanged glances. Vaughn had done all he could and didn't manage much besides the man's brief attention. Sydney decided it was her turn. She stepped forward unlooping her arm from Vaughn's. She reached a hand out and touched Mr. Sync's arm. "Excuse me but would you mind terribly if we joined you then?"

The man didn't say anything at first but then Sydney quickly twitched her arm and knocked a napkin off of the table. She slowly leaned over in front of Mr. Sync and picked it up with two fingers. She felt Mr. Sync's eyes on her. She stayed leaned over longer than needed and then when she stood back up placed the napkin back. "Pardon me." She apologized.

Vaughn smiled at Sydney and then stepped in. "No darling, let this fine man enjoy himself, we'll find a seat over there." Vaughn said pointing to another table a bit away. They began to walk away when Mr. Sync's hand caught Sydney's arm. "No need, we have room here. Please sit down." He offered and motioned to two chairs that were left empty.

"Thank You." Sydney politely retorted. Vaughn pulled out a chair for Sydney, which she politely accepted. Vaughn pushed her seat in then and took the other seat. The table was square and Sydney was between both men. Step 1: complete Sydney thought to herself as she contemplated how to reach step 2; gain his trust or at least flattery.

The waiter came and Vaughn ordered them all drinks to lighten the mood. Plus a drunken Mr. Sync could come in handy later. "Are you new here? I know all the worthy people in these parts, yet have never come across you."

"We are on our honeymoon," Sydney answered excitedly before leaning over and kissing Vaughn.

"How long are you here for?"

"I'm afraid only until Saturday," Vaughn answered. "I wish it were longer though, it's quite beautiful here," Sydney added.

"Indeed it is."

An hour or so past and they had gotten some food and a few more drinks. By now they all were drunk, of course though Sydney and Vaughn were more aware of this than Mr. Sync who had begun to ramble.

Every once and a while Sydney would turn to Vaughn and just smile widely at how foolish the man was acting. The younger woman he was with had left a while earlier at the request of Mr. Sync so it was just them with him.

They were still chatting now and every once in a while Sydney would throw into the conversation some questions about Mr. Sync's house and it's decorations and things. Maybe these tidbits of information would prove valuable in the future.

At one point in the night Sydney had laughed so hard at Mr. Sync her smile was reaching her eyes, Mr. Sync must have read it differently though because Sydney felt his hand rest on her thigh. She was surprised and her smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Did he think she was flirting with him? She was certainly not! After all she was married. Even if it was only an act she had gotten used to it and liked it very much.

She was pulled back from her thoughts of marriage though when Mr. Sync's hand began to ride up the bottom of her skirt and higher. She quickly took her other leg and kicked Vaughn in the shin. He flinched and then got the drift something was wrong. He quickly stood up and offered Sydney his hand, "Would you like to dance my dear?"

Sydney couldn't have stood up faster than she did, "I'd love to Scott." As he guided her onto the dance floor Sydney quickly fixed her dress and smoothed it out. They found a spot in the middle of the dance floor to hopefully be hidden from the cameras by the other people dancing. Sydney reached and wrapped her arms around Vaughn's neck while he rested his around her thin waist.

This was exactly where Sydney wanted to be forever more, in Michael Vaughn's arms. It didn't take long though for Vaughn to ask why exactly did Sydney bruise his shin.

"Not that I'm complaining about dancing but if you wanted to dance why didn't you just say so." Sydney laughed.

"Mr. Sync over there I think had a bit to much to drink and he was starting to feel me up."

"He what?" Vaughn said shocked, "Oh, I'm sorry syd, I didn't mean." Vaughn started but was quickly silenced by Sydney's finger to his lips.

"Good thing My Guardian Angel was there huh?" Vaughn smiled. Sydney leaned closer and kissed him profoundly. When they broke apart they were both breathless. Sydney rested her head on his shoulder and they moved together to the soft music. It was definitely a picture perfect moment.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long though when Mr. Sync found his way over to them and asked to cut in. Vaughn being the gentleman agreed and stepped away back to their table. He didn't trust Mr. Sync anymore though and didn't take his eye off of them.

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Sydney didn't let Mr. Sync lead this dance though; before his arms could be around her waist she grabbed one of his hands. She rested her other on his shoulder and kept her distance. The odor of booze on him was evident.

"Nichole don't you love this song, it just has the perfect rhythm, don't you think?" The drunken Mr. Sync definitely was acting different and she wasn't sure how to react. At this point even if they got an invite, would he remember it the next day after his major hangover?

"Yes this is a lovely song."

"If you listen closely to the melody you can almost hear the pining in the man's voice to find love. Some people are just made for each other you know?" Sydney just nodded her head to this.

"Sometimes too they aren't in love with who they think. You know I'm still looking for my love," he paused and then looked Sydney up and down again, "well that is until tonight." Sydney was about to puke when she heard this but figured it wouldn't help them get invited to the stupid party.

That's when Mr. Sync reached into his upper jacket pocket. Sydney tensed for a minute but began to breathe again when she realized he was just pulling out a small piece of paper. He put it into her hand as the song ended, "I'll be there all night" is all he said before he walked back to their table. Sydney paused to look at the paper before following. It was the man's address. She almost broke out in tears right there but decided against it and just blinked them away before finding her way back to their table.

She found Mr. Sync having yet another drink and Vaughn watching her intently. Wrinkles appeared on his forehead. Sydney took her seat again and put a fake smile Vaughn's way but not for a second did he believe it.

Sydney needed to gets some air so she excused herself and said she needed to use the ladies room. Vaughn took the opportunity to talk some with Mr. Sync.

"Mr. Sync do you live around these parts, or are you also on a vacation?"

"Oh, no, no! I'm from the finer parts of this town, outside these city lines. I live in the mansion on top of Altec Hill on the east side."

"Oh yes we've passed that place, it looks very nice."

"Indeed it is, it was decorated in the late 1800's."

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Sydney found her way outside of the club and found a seat on a bench. She closed her eyes and just inhaled a breathe of fresh air. She laid her head back and relaxed for a moment. This night was too stressful for her liking. This Mr. Sync was a slime ball and if the night didn't pick up she'd end up not going home with Vaughn, but rather with Mr. Sync. She took one more breathe and headed back inside to finish the job.

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"Really wow, I'd love to see something like that sometime."

"It's quite a site. So how long will you and Mrs. Valdez be in town did you say?"

"I'm afraid we fly out this Saturday morning."

"Oh, well you'll just have to come tomorrow then."

Sydney entered then and took her seat yet again. "Go where tomorrow?"

"Sweetie, Mr. Sync here was just telling me about his mansion and how it was decorated in the late 1800's. I told him how much that interested me and I'd like to see it before we left." Vaughn explained as he grasped Sydney's hand under the table.

"That'd be wonderful, I'm quite intrigued but art."

"Well than Miss why don't you and your husband come over tomorrow evening. I'm throwing a party and I don't think it'd be the same with out the most gorgeous woman in town." Sync lavished Sydney and then kissed her hand.

"We'd be delighted kind Sir." Sydney said with a smile played across her face.

"Thank you." Vaughn said while shacking Mr. Sync's hand. "I'm afraid we must be going now it's late."

"Oh, come on a few more drinks won't hurt. Don't leave me alone now." Sync pleaded.

"We must return to our hotel so we can rest up for tomorrow night's party." Sydney said.

"Well then I'll see you tomorrow night Mrs. Valdez." He once again kissed he hand and shook Vaughn's.

Sydney took Vaughn's arm and they made their way to the exit. Once outside they found their limo waiting. They climbed in and were on their way.

*Hope you liked the chapter. I'm on vacation from school this week so hopefully there will be a lot of updates soon. R/R please. Sorry I know the ending was kind of rushed but hope it didn't totally ruin it.