title. Recruited

author. kate jones

email. katejoneslives@yahoo.com

summary. Both Sydney and Vaughn were recruited December of 1994. Their stories are different, their organizations different, but their choices the same.

rating. G

disclaimer. not for profit. characters not mine. timeline not mine.

dist. Cover Me, ffn, sd-1, all other ask

a/n. thanks for the reviews i got so far. i lied and continued sooner than i thought i would. i got the basic idea for this chapter from reviews, so tell me your ideas and you might see them in this story. oh yeah, don't expect "long" chapters from me. I've had several other stories forced into continuation and i like the short sweet types of chapters. ;-) [also, i think this sucks because i like angst so much more than fluff. then again, i'm certifiably insane.]

Note: the information about syd/vaughn's whereabouts isn't meant to be written on the same paper. it's just written at the same time, but by different people. sorry for the confusion!

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Sydney took another slice of pizza from the box and sat up, leaning against the couch as she took a bite. "So," she said, swallowing, "some guy came up to me on campus today."

"Yeah? Was he cuter than me?" Mike asked, eyes still glued to the hockey game on the television screen in front of them.

Sydney swatted his shoulder as she attempted to take another bite of her slice. "Yeah, and older too. Experienced, I think." He laughed as she continued. "And get this: he offered me a job."

He moved his eyes from the television and looked at her. "You too?"

"What, someone offered you a job today too?"

"Yeah. What're the chances of that happening?"

"Pretty damn low. So, was it some guy from Credit Dauphine?"

"No, he was from the CIA."

"Get out, the Central Intelligence Agency?"

"I'm serious!"

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"You are!" She leaped upon him and knocked him sideways, attempting to tickle the truth out of him.

"Syd, I'm—not—lying—" he gasped, until she finally stopped. She lay above him, staring into his eyes. He kissed her quickly and said, "He was."

She got up and kneeled next to him as he sat up and cracked his neck. "Well that sucks. Not only does some stupid guy who thinks he's funny come up to me and make me late, you get the cooler job offer."

"I didn't call them yet. I can ask them if they have two openings."

"You don't have to do that."

"No, seriously, I can. I will."

"Don't, Mike. Come on."

"I will."

She watched him silently for a few seconds. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course."

She put her hand up to his cheek and kissed him. "You don't have to."

He kissed her back. "I am."

Several kisses later, she was on her back on the thick rug and he was lying on top of her. "Don't."