Here is chapter 2! I know the first chapter was kind of blah... but I'm not sure quite where I'm going with this. I have an idea for the next chapter, but beyond that... who knows. Well, read and review! I'm excited for Sunday's ep! Not that I haven't rewatched last Sunday's ep like 2,000 times, but still!
Meeting
I pulled up to the warehouse several hours later, the sun just starting to sink below the horizon. As I headed into the deserted building, I scolded myself for being so excited about the meeting. It was, after all, supposed to be about business. If Devlin or Kendall knew how I was feeling at that moment-- if they knew that this specific handler wanted nothing more than to kiss his asset, they would probably be out of the job faster than Sydney could knock a guy out.
I didn't care. Meetings like this were going to get harder and harder to come by for us, and I wasn't willing to give up the opportunity because protocol said so.
Screw protocol.
Moments later, I heard familiar footsteps, and I rose, surprised at the nervousness I felt. Strange the things that love can do to you.
Sydney appeared around the corner, and I smiled at her. She had changed into jeans and a casual sweater, obviously done with work for the day. I followed her with my gaze as she moved to stand across from me. I found myself at a loss for words. I wasn't quite sure what to say, since it was our first meeting since being back at work. Things shouldn't be different, but we both knew that they were. And, even if I had known what to say, I wouldn't have been able to, since I immediately became preoccupied with the overwhelming beauty of her, of being there with her. She took my breath away.
Apparently, she didn't know what to say, either. After several seconds of silence, she grinned, moving towards me, and pressing her lips firmly against mine.
Leave it to Sydney to get to the heart of the matter.
I sighed contentedly, moving my hands up to frame her face, losing myself in the feel of her close to me. Eventually, oxygen supplies dwindled, and we separated reluctantly. I grabbed her hand, smiling as I brushed my lips over her knuckles. She laughed softly, and I looked up to discover that she was blushing.
"I missed you," I said.
"I missed you, too," she replied, sitting down on the edge of an empty crate. "This is going to be harder than I thought."
"Way harder," I said, nodding in agreement. I lowered myself down beside her, our shoulders rubbing together lightly, and she leaned against me.
"What do you say we get the work stuff over with," she said, gesturing to the file folder I held in my hand.
"Good plan." I handed her the folder. "Just replace the files you give to Sloane with these. We've altered a few pieces of key information. She took the folder, flipping through it quickly, before setting it down beside her. I smiled at her eagerness to push work aside.
"So," she said. "How much did you miss me today?" She smiled, but I hesitated, sensing the insecurity beneath the humor. She was one of the strongest people I had ever known, and yet, beneath that façade, she needed to know, just like everyone else in the world, that she was loved—that somebody cared about her.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, looking over at her seriously. "So much it hurt," I replied. "I love you, Syd." She smiled, genuinely this time.
"Good," she said, obviously satisfied. We sat in silence for several minutes. I glanced over at her, surprised to see her face fall as she glanced at the folder sitting beside her.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I don't want to go, Michael," she said, focusing her eyes on her lap. "I'm tired of all this." She gestured to our surroundings. "I'm tired of switching documents and lying, and hurting people." She shook her head, and my heart broke as I saw a single tear roll down her cheek.
"I know," I said, pulling her into my arms, my hand stroking her hair as she burrowed into my embrace. She was reaching her breaking point. And who could blame her? She'd been through more in two years than most people go through in two lifetimes.
I held her to me, my brow wrinkling in concern, wanting nothing more than to be able to take her pain away, to relieve her of the burden of all she had been through. We sat in silence for a long time, and an idea gradually began to form in my mind.
I stroked her shoulder, gently moving her back so I could look into her eyes. Her tears had dried, but her eyes were still slightly red. I smiled softly at her. "Tell you what," I said, reaching up to push a stray clump of hair away from her eyes. "When you get back, I'll have a surprise waiting for you." She looked at me, frowning for a moment.
"What kind of surprise?" She asked, the light slowly returning to her eyes as her curiosity got the better of her.
"A good one," I replied, grinning. She sniffed, the beginnings of a smile showing at the corners of her mouth.
"Ok." She replied softly.
"This will all be over someday, Syd." She nodded.
"I know. I'm just-" she hesitated before continuing. "I'm just glad that, even though most of my life sucks, at least I have you." She glanced up at me, blushing slightly.
"Believe me, Sydney. The feeling's mutual." She smiled, slowly rising from the crate, her folder in hand.
"I'd better get going," she said reluctantly, grabbing my hand and giving it a tug. I rose from the crate to stand in front of her.
"Yeah," I said, realizing that we had been there for almost 45 minutes.
"See you in four days," she said. I reached for her, pulling her into another embrace—one that would have to hold me until she returned.
"Please be careful, Syd." I said, realizing suddenly how much I didn't want her to go, and dreading the sleepless nights to come.
She squeezed me tightly in response. "I will." She pulled away, kissing me softly before turning away and heading towards the exit.
I watched her until she disappeared out the door, before turning away and staring at my feet, already missing her more than I could imagine.
Well, there ya go... I still don't know if I like this or not. Hmmmm. Well, review, pleeeze!
Meeting
I pulled up to the warehouse several hours later, the sun just starting to sink below the horizon. As I headed into the deserted building, I scolded myself for being so excited about the meeting. It was, after all, supposed to be about business. If Devlin or Kendall knew how I was feeling at that moment-- if they knew that this specific handler wanted nothing more than to kiss his asset, they would probably be out of the job faster than Sydney could knock a guy out.
I didn't care. Meetings like this were going to get harder and harder to come by for us, and I wasn't willing to give up the opportunity because protocol said so.
Screw protocol.
Moments later, I heard familiar footsteps, and I rose, surprised at the nervousness I felt. Strange the things that love can do to you.
Sydney appeared around the corner, and I smiled at her. She had changed into jeans and a casual sweater, obviously done with work for the day. I followed her with my gaze as she moved to stand across from me. I found myself at a loss for words. I wasn't quite sure what to say, since it was our first meeting since being back at work. Things shouldn't be different, but we both knew that they were. And, even if I had known what to say, I wouldn't have been able to, since I immediately became preoccupied with the overwhelming beauty of her, of being there with her. She took my breath away.
Apparently, she didn't know what to say, either. After several seconds of silence, she grinned, moving towards me, and pressing her lips firmly against mine.
Leave it to Sydney to get to the heart of the matter.
I sighed contentedly, moving my hands up to frame her face, losing myself in the feel of her close to me. Eventually, oxygen supplies dwindled, and we separated reluctantly. I grabbed her hand, smiling as I brushed my lips over her knuckles. She laughed softly, and I looked up to discover that she was blushing.
"I missed you," I said.
"I missed you, too," she replied, sitting down on the edge of an empty crate. "This is going to be harder than I thought."
"Way harder," I said, nodding in agreement. I lowered myself down beside her, our shoulders rubbing together lightly, and she leaned against me.
"What do you say we get the work stuff over with," she said, gesturing to the file folder I held in my hand.
"Good plan." I handed her the folder. "Just replace the files you give to Sloane with these. We've altered a few pieces of key information. She took the folder, flipping through it quickly, before setting it down beside her. I smiled at her eagerness to push work aside.
"So," she said. "How much did you miss me today?" She smiled, but I hesitated, sensing the insecurity beneath the humor. She was one of the strongest people I had ever known, and yet, beneath that façade, she needed to know, just like everyone else in the world, that she was loved—that somebody cared about her.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, looking over at her seriously. "So much it hurt," I replied. "I love you, Syd." She smiled, genuinely this time.
"Good," she said, obviously satisfied. We sat in silence for several minutes. I glanced over at her, surprised to see her face fall as she glanced at the folder sitting beside her.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I don't want to go, Michael," she said, focusing her eyes on her lap. "I'm tired of all this." She gestured to our surroundings. "I'm tired of switching documents and lying, and hurting people." She shook her head, and my heart broke as I saw a single tear roll down her cheek.
"I know," I said, pulling her into my arms, my hand stroking her hair as she burrowed into my embrace. She was reaching her breaking point. And who could blame her? She'd been through more in two years than most people go through in two lifetimes.
I held her to me, my brow wrinkling in concern, wanting nothing more than to be able to take her pain away, to relieve her of the burden of all she had been through. We sat in silence for a long time, and an idea gradually began to form in my mind.
I stroked her shoulder, gently moving her back so I could look into her eyes. Her tears had dried, but her eyes were still slightly red. I smiled softly at her. "Tell you what," I said, reaching up to push a stray clump of hair away from her eyes. "When you get back, I'll have a surprise waiting for you." She looked at me, frowning for a moment.
"What kind of surprise?" She asked, the light slowly returning to her eyes as her curiosity got the better of her.
"A good one," I replied, grinning. She sniffed, the beginnings of a smile showing at the corners of her mouth.
"Ok." She replied softly.
"This will all be over someday, Syd." She nodded.
"I know. I'm just-" she hesitated before continuing. "I'm just glad that, even though most of my life sucks, at least I have you." She glanced up at me, blushing slightly.
"Believe me, Sydney. The feeling's mutual." She smiled, slowly rising from the crate, her folder in hand.
"I'd better get going," she said reluctantly, grabbing my hand and giving it a tug. I rose from the crate to stand in front of her.
"Yeah," I said, realizing that we had been there for almost 45 minutes.
"See you in four days," she said. I reached for her, pulling her into another embrace—one that would have to hold me until she returned.
"Please be careful, Syd." I said, realizing suddenly how much I didn't want her to go, and dreading the sleepless nights to come.
She squeezed me tightly in response. "I will." She pulled away, kissing me softly before turning away and heading towards the exit.
I watched her until she disappeared out the door, before turning away and staring at my feet, already missing her more than I could imagine.
Well, there ya go... I still don't know if I like this or not. Hmmmm. Well, review, pleeeze!
