Two Weeks Later
Francie frowned as she left her bedroom and glanced at the clock on the way to the kitchen. She had slept poorly, no great surprise when you considered the situation she had been confronted with over the last month but of far more pressing concern was Sydney's location.
'What the hell?" she sighed in frustration before beginning to make breakfast. Her roommate had already promised her faithfully that she would take it easy, at least until her foot healed, but the note pinned to the fruit bowl indicated that the bank had an early meeting. Francie was just deciding wither she was annoyed or worried when the front door opened.
"Hey, sorry I didn't call." Sydney stopped mid lie as she realized Francie was glaring at her with thinly masked hostility.
"The bank had yet another meeting," France finished, slamming her coffee cup down with surprising force.
Sydney panicked, and her mind raced trying desperately to think of what important date she had forgotten. Having her Dad as the locum director was an extremely valuable opportunity but it also meant that that her mission load at practically doubled, now that she and Vaughn were back on track.
It had almost disappointingly anticlimactic. They had gestured vaguely between each other and hurriedly agreed that would ever was between them was less important then the taking down SD-6, at least for now.
The kiss had been the heat of the emotion charged moment.
It had felt amazing.
Every Faith Hill like cliché kept filtering through her mind
Now really wasn't the time for this tingly flashback feeling.
"Francie, what's wrong?" she asked cautiously, fighting down a wave of apprehension.
"What's wrong is my best friend has turned into a jetlagged workaholic," Francie spat with more harshness then she intended.
Sydney winced. This wasn't the first confrontation and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Her friend had always been annoyed with the amount of time she spent away on "business trips". Over the last year, since she had become a double agent that annoyance had steadily given way to real anger. Her best friend couldn't know why she was constantly jetlagged or why she seemed singularly devoted to a "stupid bank"
"What have I forgotten?" she asked quietly knowing that her almost ecliptic memory made that impossible in the true sense of the word.
"Amy's birthday party " Francie's tone was angry and borderline hostile.
Sydney inwardly cursed. Her mind had automatically recalled the date but the mission had taken absolute priority. Her father had ordered the retrieval of copies of highly valued records believed to contain the location of some of Rambaldi early work. The counter was to also collect an SD contact list also in the possession of Marcus Kincaid an Alliance middleman.
"The Boston thing."Sydney's face crumbled into regretful resignation. "Was she very upset?"
Francie shock her head "Of course, she always been relaxed about attendance, it was Will who was upset," Francie sighed, "You know he thinks you practically hang the moon right?" She didn't want belittled Will or overemphasis the point but sometimes Sydney underestimated her effect on Will.
"They think you're the future Mrs. Tippin, the way he talks about you," Francie continued chopping mango forcefully.
"He says that?" Sydney all but squeaked, clearing her suddenly dry lungs.
Francie rolled her eyes and gestured fiercely with her knife "He's not a love sick puppy Syd, he has far too much respect for you and your grief over Danny."
Sydney swallowed down the reflexive pain that Danny's name brought. The death of her fiancée still fuelled her never-ending rage against SD-6. Such a good man killed for no other reason then being somebody she loved and wanted to confide in.
Francie's next question tore her from the recollection.
"Why don't you tell him about Michael?"
"I'm not in a relationship." Sydney shot back hating the defensive note that automatically entered her voice.
"But you want one." Francie countered not letting her of the hock in the slightest.
Sydney was coming up with an appropriately evasive response when the door opened. She turned with more then a little relief and was surprised by the appearance of Amy Tippin. The woman who she had temporally become a year before was looking haggard but cheerful.
"Hi guys, is my favourite brother around?" She asked flipping back a lock of her now violently blue hair.
"Hi Amy, No I think he's gone to work early." Sydney gestured for her to come in. "Listen I'm so sorry about missing your party."
Amy waved her hand dismissively "Don't worry about it, I've got several awesome clothes from Sheek." Amy chatted enthusiastically as she accepted a cup of coffee.
Struck by sudden idea Sydney reached for her purse "You like Sheek?" She asked conversationally.
"I love it, it's my favourite shop," Amy replied
Sydney grinned. Both the CIA and SD6 provided her with a monthly allowance for the massive expenditure she spent on clothes on their behalf it was almost ironic. She had accrued a massive, largely unused account with the exotic store.
"The bank has set up an account for me at that store, how about I treat you to a shopping spree?" she asked carefully not wanting it to seem like she was buying out of her mistake.
Amy's eyes went wide "Are you sure?, it's hugely expensive"
Sydney laughed, "I swear the bank thinks I have no clothes and they need to make up for that fact"
Amy joined in. "I forgot you were a cooperate bigwig," she teased gently.
"Hate to delude you but all they want to do is save their own image." Sydney was relieved that at lest one of her problems could be solved so easily, the rest wouldn't be so simple she of that she was sure.
Judging from Francie's ill concealed scowl she would have very little breathing room before one of her most pressing problems came back to haunt her.
**
Romeo and Juliet.
That was the play Will Tippin wished his relationship with Sydney could be defined as. Some overwrought Shakespearian tale of melodrama where everybody believed that it was fated to be no matter what the consequences. Instead of being anything remotely reassembling that it reached "Dawson's Creek" on the scale of cliché.
The best friend in love with the unsuspecting object of their affections.
Except unlike Dawson, Sydney was unlikely to have a sudden epiphany she had made that painfully clear after the kissing episode and his subsequent halting confession. She had been extremely gentle about it but also exceedingly cutting and the same time. Why else would she grin for days after a stupid picture frame? Or draw carefully concealed sketches of some guy's enigmatic eyes.
Unless she wasn't consciously aware of her actions
But Will had seen her, hunched secretly over a pad grinning. Curiosity had overridden his judgement he just had to know what had made her smile like that.
He wished he had resisted that urge.
The pictures consisted of vague outlines of a man's face drawn from different angles. The central features seemed to be the eyes, which seemed to his untrained eyes, overstated.
Why he was setting drinking yesterday's coffee musing about bad syndications was beyond him. He was at a dead end in regard to Danny's murder; all his most promising leads seemed to be literally disappearing.
He had respected and liked Danny; Sydney future husband had been gifted and incredibly caring. His rose tinted vision had even started to believe he was worthy of Sydney.
So why had he been murdered?
It had something to with Kate Jones.
The blank pad in fort of him reflected his mind. Every time he tried to sort things out they got complicated again.
His cell jarred him into action
"Met a contact La passion in ten minutes." His mysterious informant said before hanging up.
Will the X files but his life was rabidly becoming one.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
Francie frowned as she left her bedroom and glanced at the clock on the way to the kitchen. She had slept poorly, no great surprise when you considered the situation she had been confronted with over the last month but of far more pressing concern was Sydney's location.
'What the hell?" she sighed in frustration before beginning to make breakfast. Her roommate had already promised her faithfully that she would take it easy, at least until her foot healed, but the note pinned to the fruit bowl indicated that the bank had an early meeting. Francie was just deciding wither she was annoyed or worried when the front door opened.
"Hey, sorry I didn't call." Sydney stopped mid lie as she realized Francie was glaring at her with thinly masked hostility.
"The bank had yet another meeting," France finished, slamming her coffee cup down with surprising force.
Sydney panicked, and her mind raced trying desperately to think of what important date she had forgotten. Having her Dad as the locum director was an extremely valuable opportunity but it also meant that that her mission load at practically doubled, now that she and Vaughn were back on track.
It had almost disappointingly anticlimactic. They had gestured vaguely between each other and hurriedly agreed that would ever was between them was less important then the taking down SD-6, at least for now.
The kiss had been the heat of the emotion charged moment.
It had felt amazing.
Every Faith Hill like cliché kept filtering through her mind
Now really wasn't the time for this tingly flashback feeling.
"Francie, what's wrong?" she asked cautiously, fighting down a wave of apprehension.
"What's wrong is my best friend has turned into a jetlagged workaholic," Francie spat with more harshness then she intended.
Sydney winced. This wasn't the first confrontation and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Her friend had always been annoyed with the amount of time she spent away on "business trips". Over the last year, since she had become a double agent that annoyance had steadily given way to real anger. Her best friend couldn't know why she was constantly jetlagged or why she seemed singularly devoted to a "stupid bank"
"What have I forgotten?" she asked quietly knowing that her almost ecliptic memory made that impossible in the true sense of the word.
"Amy's birthday party " Francie's tone was angry and borderline hostile.
Sydney inwardly cursed. Her mind had automatically recalled the date but the mission had taken absolute priority. Her father had ordered the retrieval of copies of highly valued records believed to contain the location of some of Rambaldi early work. The counter was to also collect an SD contact list also in the possession of Marcus Kincaid an Alliance middleman.
"The Boston thing."Sydney's face crumbled into regretful resignation. "Was she very upset?"
Francie shock her head "Of course, she always been relaxed about attendance, it was Will who was upset," Francie sighed, "You know he thinks you practically hang the moon right?" She didn't want belittled Will or overemphasis the point but sometimes Sydney underestimated her effect on Will.
"They think you're the future Mrs. Tippin, the way he talks about you," Francie continued chopping mango forcefully.
"He says that?" Sydney all but squeaked, clearing her suddenly dry lungs.
Francie rolled her eyes and gestured fiercely with her knife "He's not a love sick puppy Syd, he has far too much respect for you and your grief over Danny."
Sydney swallowed down the reflexive pain that Danny's name brought. The death of her fiancée still fuelled her never-ending rage against SD-6. Such a good man killed for no other reason then being somebody she loved and wanted to confide in.
Francie's next question tore her from the recollection.
"Why don't you tell him about Michael?"
"I'm not in a relationship." Sydney shot back hating the defensive note that automatically entered her voice.
"But you want one." Francie countered not letting her of the hock in the slightest.
Sydney was coming up with an appropriately evasive response when the door opened. She turned with more then a little relief and was surprised by the appearance of Amy Tippin. The woman who she had temporally become a year before was looking haggard but cheerful.
"Hi guys, is my favourite brother around?" She asked flipping back a lock of her now violently blue hair.
"Hi Amy, No I think he's gone to work early." Sydney gestured for her to come in. "Listen I'm so sorry about missing your party."
Amy waved her hand dismissively "Don't worry about it, I've got several awesome clothes from Sheek." Amy chatted enthusiastically as she accepted a cup of coffee.
Struck by sudden idea Sydney reached for her purse "You like Sheek?" She asked conversationally.
"I love it, it's my favourite shop," Amy replied
Sydney grinned. Both the CIA and SD6 provided her with a monthly allowance for the massive expenditure she spent on clothes on their behalf it was almost ironic. She had accrued a massive, largely unused account with the exotic store.
"The bank has set up an account for me at that store, how about I treat you to a shopping spree?" she asked carefully not wanting it to seem like she was buying out of her mistake.
Amy's eyes went wide "Are you sure?, it's hugely expensive"
Sydney laughed, "I swear the bank thinks I have no clothes and they need to make up for that fact"
Amy joined in. "I forgot you were a cooperate bigwig," she teased gently.
"Hate to delude you but all they want to do is save their own image." Sydney was relieved that at lest one of her problems could be solved so easily, the rest wouldn't be so simple she of that she was sure.
Judging from Francie's ill concealed scowl she would have very little breathing room before one of her most pressing problems came back to haunt her.
**
Romeo and Juliet.
That was the play Will Tippin wished his relationship with Sydney could be defined as. Some overwrought Shakespearian tale of melodrama where everybody believed that it was fated to be no matter what the consequences. Instead of being anything remotely reassembling that it reached "Dawson's Creek" on the scale of cliché.
The best friend in love with the unsuspecting object of their affections.
Except unlike Dawson, Sydney was unlikely to have a sudden epiphany she had made that painfully clear after the kissing episode and his subsequent halting confession. She had been extremely gentle about it but also exceedingly cutting and the same time. Why else would she grin for days after a stupid picture frame? Or draw carefully concealed sketches of some guy's enigmatic eyes.
Unless she wasn't consciously aware of her actions
But Will had seen her, hunched secretly over a pad grinning. Curiosity had overridden his judgement he just had to know what had made her smile like that.
He wished he had resisted that urge.
The pictures consisted of vague outlines of a man's face drawn from different angles. The central features seemed to be the eyes, which seemed to his untrained eyes, overstated.
Why he was setting drinking yesterday's coffee musing about bad syndications was beyond him. He was at a dead end in regard to Danny's murder; all his most promising leads seemed to be literally disappearing.
He had respected and liked Danny; Sydney future husband had been gifted and incredibly caring. His rose tinted vision had even started to believe he was worthy of Sydney.
So why had he been murdered?
It had something to with Kate Jones.
The blank pad in fort of him reflected his mind. Every time he tried to sort things out they got complicated again.
His cell jarred him into action
"Met a contact La passion in ten minutes." His mysterious informant said before hanging up.
Will the X files but his life was rabidly becoming one.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
