A/N: Okay, so this is the next chapter. Hope to bang out a couple more this week. Please tell me what you think of it. There is more 'story' this time, but it still revolves around their thoughts. I also think this chapter was meant to be, because I had a major dose of déjà vu. Creepy, no? Let the story continue.

Sydney looked at Will, who looked back at her. Another hard day at the office; Sydney had to endure seeing Vaughn at the office again. Finally, she had gained her security clearance. It took a while, but after extensive interrogation sessions, lie detector tests, and hypnosis, the CIA finally realised that Sydney was not a double agent working against them. The hypnosis hadn't revealed anything about those two years other than that she couldn't remember them: they were complete blanks.

Will kept an eye out for Sydney while she was at the office. He had been promoted quite quickly over those two yeas he was with the CIA. His position as an analyst had helped the CIA recover more artefacts, US enemies and Intel than they could count. He now had an entire desk to himself, which was just opposite Sydney's. He could look up from his computer screen and see her working. He would just sit there, and look up from his computer, and see her sitting there, filling out paper work. Almost every time, she could sense his eyes on her, and she would look up, and smile her breath-taking smile at him. He grinned back at her, and they would continue working.

Will found that he was getting more work done with Sydney back at the office. He supposed that it was because his subconscious had been relieved of it's burden. He had finally found her. He looked up, just to make sure she was still there, and that he wasn't dreaming. She was still there. Wow, he thought. She looks so beautiful when she is focused like that. The corner of his mouth hinted at a smile, and his eyes glinted. He turned back and continued to work on his PC.

Sydney felt safe when Will was watching her. It was kind of funny. She had saved his life more than once before, when he was the one who looked scared and helpless, and now he was the one who made her feel safe. She looked up, just to make sure he was still there. Every time she looked up, he was looking back at her, the corner of his mouth turned up, holding his jaw at the corner of the 'L' formed by his finger and thumb. He was wearing his reading glasses, and his fore-finger pushed them at a funny angle, making the fluorescent light reflect off of them. Sydney smiled at him, and went back to work.

She felt awkward in the office with everyone staring at her like they had seen a ghost. She may have been missing for two years, but that was hardly long enough for her to be declared legally dead. Marshall had tried to talk to her y, but he only ended up stuttering, and rambling on about nothing, prompting a sharp "Marshall!" from Jack, who was sitting at the desk next to Sydney. Will looked up-to see why Jack was raising his voice-just in time to see Marshall scurrying away like a frightened mouse. He shook his head, and carried on working.

As he worked, he thought about Syd, and how she must be feeling. After all that had happened to her, she was back at work with the CIA, amongst her old colleagues again. The secret agent Will had loved for so long, back at her day job. On the rare occasion he got to see her in action, he was mesmerised. The shy girl he had met so long ago came out of her shell with every mission. He wished she could be like that now. The strong, independent Sydney wouldn't have a problem facing all of these people. Strangers with familiar faces. That was the Sydney who could put on a brave face, even as she was being shot at. That wasn't the Sydney he was looking at right now.

She had just spotted Michael Vaughn as he walked into the office. He looked up, saw her looking at him, and quickly pretended he was going through a manila folder he was carrying. Will watched all of this with a sore heart. He could feel Sydney's pain, even as she pretended it wasn't there. Vaughn wasn't making it any easier for her either. Maybe if he quit the CIA, Syd wouldn't have to see him like this everyday. But that's not going to happen Will, so snap out of it. He knew that she needed to get over him, but how was she supposed to do that when he walked past everyday. She saw him everyday. Smelled his cologne as he walked past her. Will wished that he could just tell him to go away, so that Sydney would have time to make peace within herself.

He couldn't bear this any longer. Vaughn was coming towards her, and the scent of his cologne was sneaking nearer. Will thought of buying him a new brand, so he smelled different, and didn't make Sydney take an extra deep breath of it as he walked by. He wrote it in his palm pilot, and then got up. His chair scraped across the floor, and he walked over to her desk. He invited her to go to a yoga lesson with him after they had finished for the day. Vaughn had been in the office fourteen times today, and Will felt that Sydney needed a good long session to calm her nerves, and make her forget, if only for a little while. He started on the small talk while Vaughn walked past. He hoped that he had kept Sydney from noticing. Hopefully that was the last they would see of him for the day.

She gladly accepted this offer, and smiled at him sincerely as she agreed to come with him. Perfect, she thought. She could feel the tension building up in her back and shoulders. After the yoga, she thought of asking Will for one of those massages he was so good at. His hands were so soft, and they worked the tension right out. Yoga had been good for loosening up, but now it was time for the big guns. As she really loosened up, she started talking to Will about her day at work. She didn't say anything about Vaughn- I'm over him, she told herself.

The TV was on again. This time they were watching some new series about the CIA. Sydney just laughed at it, and Will laughed with her. They both knew that the CIA was nothing like what they were seeing. Such radical missions and ridiculous outfits. She felt completely loose now, and laid her head in Will's lap, munching on popcorn, and having a pointless conversation about the 'Texas' reruns which were on next.

Love it or hate it, let me know! :P (PS: if you didn't get the 'Texas' reference, it was my way of keeping everything mine, and not having to add a disclaimer. Just think about what it means.it'll come to you!)