The drive from Los Angeles to Nevada was spent listening to music and chatting easily about nothing at all. They argued about the unfairness of the mission. Michael was surprised to find Sydney for it. She kept saying how grateful she was of the 'system,' and how much she loved working for such a wonderful man.

"Uh. Syd. did they perhaps drug you? Cause why the hell are you for this rendezvous?"

She smiled at him, a great big grin that spread unwillingly to his face. "Because I love you." She simply answered.

He still didn't get it, so Michael dropped the subject, moving on to sports.

They arrived in Los Vegas around eleven and checked in. The only thing Michael liked about the scenario of the mission was that him and Sydney were newlyweds, very rich newlyweds. They checked in, and took the elevator to the penthouse honeymoon suite.

As soon as the door to the room was shut, Vaughn had Sydney up against it, kissing her neck passionately.

"Vaughn." she forced out on a giggle. "Honey, I need to talk to you." Laughing, she shoved him away.

Sydney looked into his eyes, giddy. "Okay, here's the quick rundown. there is no cheating band, we're gonna elope, and we have two weeks off for a real honeymoon."

Michael stared at her for a full minute before reacting. He grinned, laughed, and picked her up off her feet, swinging her around.

"I love this woman!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "This. genius woman." He whispered this, right before kissing her once again.