A/N: Freplica's dead, but Vaughn and Syd haven't kissed… end note.
Vaughn was concerned for Sydney's well being. He had watched her since her father's disappearance, and the episode at her apartment. She had become quieter, calmer, and always seemed to be lost in thought. No longer was she the outspoken, lighthearted, active Sydney that everyone knew and loved. Sydney had become distant, even on missions, which had placed her in precarious positions that she could have otherwise avoided.
He shook his head. It pained him to see Sydney suffer. Every time he looked at her cold, expressionless face that hid her pain, he wanted to take her into his arms and make her troubles go away. He couldn't do that, however. Despite the overwhelming love he had for Sydney, he didn't know if she had the same feelings. He figured it was better to love her from afar than to risk ruining their relationship. Vaughn laughed. For a CIA agent, he sure seemed to prefer playing it safe.
Weis gave Vaughn a curious look. Shrugging, Vaughn returned to his paperwork from his last mission. As he worked, however, his attention continually wandered off to Syd. He knew that Kendall had given her a two-week vacation to grieve, and hopefully get past the trauma that she had recently experienced. However, he was still concerned. Something was nagging at him in the back of his mind, something that was more stubborn than stalker named Rin. He stopped. Stalker named Rin? Where did that come from? He had meant to say more stubborn than mule. Shaking his head again, Vaughn looked at the clock, and realized it was time for him to go home.
"Want to get some drinks?" Weiss asked as he grabbed his briefcase. Vaughn shook his head.
"No, I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I believe that it's time to catch up." Vaughn replied, stretching. Weiss shrugged.
"Fine, but I still say you should go out for drinks. It'll get your mind off Syd for a while." Weiss noted.
Vaughn waved Weiss away. "I'll be fine."
Weiss shrugged again. "Have it your way. I'll see you tomorrow." Weiss said as he walked off. Vaughn watched him for a moment before turning down to his papers. He was finished, and needed to turn them in to Kendall. Quickly, Vaughn packed his briefcase, grabbed the report and wandered down to Kendall's office. The door was cracked open, but no one was in. Vaughn stepped in long enough to set the report on Kendall's desk, and then turned to leave, when he heard Kendall talking to someone a few doors down.
Thinking nothing of it, Vaughn left Kendall's office and began to walk down the hall, but an outburst from Kendall made Vaughn stop cold.
"What do you mean that Sydney Bristow is missing?"
"W…well… s..s..she's no longer at her apartment, sir. A…and I c…can't s…seem to l…locate her." The quiet, studdering voice of Marshall said.
"Well, find her! We can't have out best operative go missing, especially when she's in the state that she is! I don't care how you do it, find her!" Kendall roared, and he left the room and slammed the door. Fuming, Kendall stormed down the hallway, past were Vaughn had been standing only seconds before. When Kendall was out of sight, Vaughn poked his head out of Kendall's office.
"Syd's missing?" Vaughn asked himself, alarmed. Trying to remain as calm as possible, Vaughn left Kendall's office and proceeded to the parking lot. It took a lot of effort, since the entire time he wasn't to break into a mad dash, but he knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to do so. After what seemed like an eternity, Vaughn finally made it to his car in the parking garage. Vaughn got into his car and closed the door quickly. For a few moments, he sat in his car wondering what happened to Syd. A million different possibilities crossed his mind, each more painful and gruesome than the last.
Shaking his head to clear the images, Vaughn started his car and exited the parking garage, wondering where he should start looking. He knew there'd be no way for him to catch up on his missed sleep now. His mind was permanently set on Sydney. All he could do now was hope. Hope that Sydney was okay. Hope that she'd be found safe. Hope that her ordeal would soon end.