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As Vaughn stood at the front of the church, he felt oddly nauseous. He kept shifting his weight and unclenching his hands behind his back, as well as unconsciously touching his ring finger to make sure nothing was there yet.
Weiss beside him knew what was going on but didn't dare say anything while Vaughn's mic was on. He turned a bit and motioned for Vaughn to take the tiny speck of black off. In his peripheral vision, Weiss could see Vaughn unclip the mic from his jacket and place it in his pocket. His hands were shaking, trembling just slightly.
"What?" Vaughn asked, almost breathless. Weiss turned to stare him in the eye.
"Relax," he barely murmured. "Sydney's almost ready."
Vaughn immediately relaxed. Then, he realized what Weiss had really said and he tensed once more. He could feel his forehead moistening and wiped it with the back of his hand.
"What are you doing? Man, how do you forget the woman you're marrying, because I sure don't want to do it when the time comes."
"If the time ever comes."
"Why the cynicism? You can't be mad at me because I walked into your little dance party, are you? You are."
Behind him, Vaughn put the microphone back on to his jacket. He covered it with his hand and said, "It was not a dance party, and I cannot figure out why it's bothering you so much."
"Isn't it obvious?"
Vaughn stood rock steady, not moving a muscle. Weiss couldn't tell if he was angry or nervous, the locking of all his joints necessary so he didn't fall over.
"I know it's obvious because if it's obvious to me then you figured it out ten minutes ago. Oh, that's right—ten minutes ago you were in your room with Sydney."
"Sydney—" Vaughn started angrily, ready to tear Weiss to pieces without anyone else finding out. However, Vaughn had forgotten to cover his mic, so everyone in front of them heard a loud "Sydney" as well. And, people being people, everyone stared.
"Great honeymoon spot," Weiss replied, just loud enough for the first row of people to hear. In the corner of his eye, he saw their friend Craig stand and leave his place. One by one, other agents left the building. Suddenly, Weiss felt a weird vibration on his chest. He scratched it and realized that it was his phone. He walked off to the side—much to the surprise of the people watching him—and flipped his phone open. "Weiss," he said.
"Agent Weiss, we have a problem," said an unfamiliar voice. Probably a junior officer who didn't know what was going on.
"What is it?" he asked quickly.
"Agent Bristow is missing." Kendall. Who else would call when he knew a third of the agency was at a wedding?
"You're kidding! I just saw her less than half an hour ago."
"Well, her flight left forty-five minutes ago, and she wasn't onboard. We've been trying to locate her, as is SD-6. Were you the last person to see her?"
Weiss hesitated. Technically, Vaughn was. "Agent Vaughn was, but he's kind of busy."
"Get him on the phone."
"I don't think you understand. He's getting married. Right now."
The junior officer spoke before Kendall could. "You mean Sydney's right there? We've gone to hell and back looking for her!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Weiss realized where he was and silently punished himself. He started to walk towards the exit. "I told you, she left a while ago."
There was a beat of silence. Kendall and the other officer were obviously trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
"I'll tell you what, Agent Weiss. Get Agent Vaughn on the phone."
"Are you crazy? Did you not hear me say he was getting married?"
"Get him on the phone."
Weiss stopped and turned, almost at the door to outside the church. He put his arm up and motioned to Vaughn, who gave him an exasperated look and took a few steps off to the side. Weiss was not surprised. He walked all the way back to Vaughn and handed him the phone. "It's Kendall."
Vaughn inhaled and exhaled deeply, getting the anger out of his system, before saying, "Vaughn here."
"Okay Agent Vaughn, I have two things to tell you. First, the actions you will take will be completely under your discretion. I understand your situation." Only Kendall could call getting married a situation. "Agent Bristow is missing." Vaughn looked in the direction of the doorway Alice would walk through in a matter of minutes. He made his decision.
"I'm coming." He put his mic and the phone in Weiss's outstretched hand and half-ran out of the church, his family and friends staring at his retreating figure.
As Vaughn stood at the front of the church, he felt oddly nauseous. He kept shifting his weight and unclenching his hands behind his back, as well as unconsciously touching his ring finger to make sure nothing was there yet.
Weiss beside him knew what was going on but didn't dare say anything while Vaughn's mic was on. He turned a bit and motioned for Vaughn to take the tiny speck of black off. In his peripheral vision, Weiss could see Vaughn unclip the mic from his jacket and place it in his pocket. His hands were shaking, trembling just slightly.
"What?" Vaughn asked, almost breathless. Weiss turned to stare him in the eye.
"Relax," he barely murmured. "Sydney's almost ready."
Vaughn immediately relaxed. Then, he realized what Weiss had really said and he tensed once more. He could feel his forehead moistening and wiped it with the back of his hand.
"What are you doing? Man, how do you forget the woman you're marrying, because I sure don't want to do it when the time comes."
"If the time ever comes."
"Why the cynicism? You can't be mad at me because I walked into your little dance party, are you? You are."
Behind him, Vaughn put the microphone back on to his jacket. He covered it with his hand and said, "It was not a dance party, and I cannot figure out why it's bothering you so much."
"Isn't it obvious?"
Vaughn stood rock steady, not moving a muscle. Weiss couldn't tell if he was angry or nervous, the locking of all his joints necessary so he didn't fall over.
"I know it's obvious because if it's obvious to me then you figured it out ten minutes ago. Oh, that's right—ten minutes ago you were in your room with Sydney."
"Sydney—" Vaughn started angrily, ready to tear Weiss to pieces without anyone else finding out. However, Vaughn had forgotten to cover his mic, so everyone in front of them heard a loud "Sydney" as well. And, people being people, everyone stared.
"Great honeymoon spot," Weiss replied, just loud enough for the first row of people to hear. In the corner of his eye, he saw their friend Craig stand and leave his place. One by one, other agents left the building. Suddenly, Weiss felt a weird vibration on his chest. He scratched it and realized that it was his phone. He walked off to the side—much to the surprise of the people watching him—and flipped his phone open. "Weiss," he said.
"Agent Weiss, we have a problem," said an unfamiliar voice. Probably a junior officer who didn't know what was going on.
"What is it?" he asked quickly.
"Agent Bristow is missing." Kendall. Who else would call when he knew a third of the agency was at a wedding?
"You're kidding! I just saw her less than half an hour ago."
"Well, her flight left forty-five minutes ago, and she wasn't onboard. We've been trying to locate her, as is SD-6. Were you the last person to see her?"
Weiss hesitated. Technically, Vaughn was. "Agent Vaughn was, but he's kind of busy."
"Get him on the phone."
"I don't think you understand. He's getting married. Right now."
The junior officer spoke before Kendall could. "You mean Sydney's right there? We've gone to hell and back looking for her!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Weiss realized where he was and silently punished himself. He started to walk towards the exit. "I told you, she left a while ago."
There was a beat of silence. Kendall and the other officer were obviously trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
"I'll tell you what, Agent Weiss. Get Agent Vaughn on the phone."
"Are you crazy? Did you not hear me say he was getting married?"
"Get him on the phone."
Weiss stopped and turned, almost at the door to outside the church. He put his arm up and motioned to Vaughn, who gave him an exasperated look and took a few steps off to the side. Weiss was not surprised. He walked all the way back to Vaughn and handed him the phone. "It's Kendall."
Vaughn inhaled and exhaled deeply, getting the anger out of his system, before saying, "Vaughn here."
"Okay Agent Vaughn, I have two things to tell you. First, the actions you will take will be completely under your discretion. I understand your situation." Only Kendall could call getting married a situation. "Agent Bristow is missing." Vaughn looked in the direction of the doorway Alice would walk through in a matter of minutes. He made his decision.
"I'm coming." He put his mic and the phone in Weiss's outstretched hand and half-ran out of the church, his family and friends staring at his retreating figure.
