Chapter Two: The Face of an Angel
Sydney almost ran to the parking lot, her hand over her heart. * I can't believe its still racing. He wasn't THAT hot. Ha, yeah right. Good try Syd, you know he was like the sex god of all time.* She sighed, unlocking her car door. She checked her pager. * Damn it. He was going to ask me out too. Why did my pager have to vibrate just then? * CIA. They hadn't contacted her since her first appearance. Maybe they had been scared of her. She stifled a laugh. She almost forgot about Michael Vaughn on her drive. Almost.
Her father's face greeted her at the door. "Good morning, Sydney," He said guardedly.
"Good Morning, dad."
"You're going to be assigned a mission today. I know it'll be a little scary and."
"Dad, this will be my first CIA mission. not my first mission ever. I'll be fine. Wait a minute. why are you telling me this? Are you my handler?" *Please God NO. I mean, I love Dad and all but I was kinda imagining someone a little more, well, HOT. Fine, he doesn't have to be the sexiest man alive but someone male, under 40, and looking exactly like Superman back there would be great. Shut up Sydney, your father's talking to you.*
"Um.no. Actually you're handler is running late." Sydney nearly laughed at the pursing of her father's lips. * I bet he's thinking 'how dare someone be late for a meeting with MY daughter!' I wonder who he is? Or.she? Please be a he. Please please please with a cherry on top. Wow, I'm such a little kid. Haha, am I always like this when I get a crush? Shut up, it's not a crush yet. Yeah, right, of course it is. You meet a guy, he saves your life, he's gorgeous, what's not to crush? I want to crush him. Well, not as much ::crush::. More like::make love to::. Good going Sydney, way to keep Danny in your thoughts.*
"Okay, so tell me about my mission," She said. She couldn't help the excitement she felt. Whoo, adrenaline rush. Okay, so maybe it was prudent for her father to attempt to give her the "I know it will be scary" speech.
"I was going to leave that to your handler. He is supposed to earn his pay you know." *Is my father actually joking around with me? Wow, he's actually displaying emotions. Lord, I'm the cruelest daughter to ever walk the face of the earth. My father loves me. And so does Michael Vaughn. Ha, right. I wish. I'd be happy to be loved by the God next door but sorry, I don't have time; I'm too busy saving the world. Whoa, sudden mental image of me in a Superman costume. Oh yeah, it looks damn good on me too. Oh, and who's this by my side? Oh, hello Mr. Vaughn. I see you have donned a Captain Planet cape and will be accompanying me on my expeditions. What? You want to carry me home? All right then. Whoa, what the hell am I doing? Is my father still talking? Oh, whoops. *
"All right, all right, I'll wait. Dad, this is so unfair. You always knew how impatient I was at Christmas. You know, when I was little and stuff." Jack Bristow snorted. If he recalled correctly, and he was sure he did, he had been woken up at six fifty in the morning on Christmas day to the shrieking of his then hysterical daughter about the joys of the holidays.
Sydney threw him a "shut up I know I'm still a little kid but I'm having fun so leave me be" look. Jack stifled a grin; a picture, or in this case Sydney's face, was certainly worth a thousand, or at least 17, words.
A beeping of his pager ruined their almost moment. * Wow, everything is finally coming together. I'm finally working with the good guys, my father is actually human, Danny will be avenged, and I have the resources at my fingertips to search out a certain Michael Vaughn. Not that to anyone else he would be anything other than a possible name of a building? I don't know yet, I'll work on it. *
"What? What kind of a person- Okay, okay. I'll brief Syd- Agent Bristow on the counter mission. No, it'll be fine. My schedule is clear. All right. Thanks for calling."
"What was that?" Sydney asked.
"Your handler. He can't make it today."
Sydney almost ran to the parking lot, her hand over her heart. * I can't believe its still racing. He wasn't THAT hot. Ha, yeah right. Good try Syd, you know he was like the sex god of all time.* She sighed, unlocking her car door. She checked her pager. * Damn it. He was going to ask me out too. Why did my pager have to vibrate just then? * CIA. They hadn't contacted her since her first appearance. Maybe they had been scared of her. She stifled a laugh. She almost forgot about Michael Vaughn on her drive. Almost.
Her father's face greeted her at the door. "Good morning, Sydney," He said guardedly.
"Good Morning, dad."
"You're going to be assigned a mission today. I know it'll be a little scary and."
"Dad, this will be my first CIA mission. not my first mission ever. I'll be fine. Wait a minute. why are you telling me this? Are you my handler?" *Please God NO. I mean, I love Dad and all but I was kinda imagining someone a little more, well, HOT. Fine, he doesn't have to be the sexiest man alive but someone male, under 40, and looking exactly like Superman back there would be great. Shut up Sydney, your father's talking to you.*
"Um.no. Actually you're handler is running late." Sydney nearly laughed at the pursing of her father's lips. * I bet he's thinking 'how dare someone be late for a meeting with MY daughter!' I wonder who he is? Or.she? Please be a he. Please please please with a cherry on top. Wow, I'm such a little kid. Haha, am I always like this when I get a crush? Shut up, it's not a crush yet. Yeah, right, of course it is. You meet a guy, he saves your life, he's gorgeous, what's not to crush? I want to crush him. Well, not as much ::crush::. More like::make love to::. Good going Sydney, way to keep Danny in your thoughts.*
"Okay, so tell me about my mission," She said. She couldn't help the excitement she felt. Whoo, adrenaline rush. Okay, so maybe it was prudent for her father to attempt to give her the "I know it will be scary" speech.
"I was going to leave that to your handler. He is supposed to earn his pay you know." *Is my father actually joking around with me? Wow, he's actually displaying emotions. Lord, I'm the cruelest daughter to ever walk the face of the earth. My father loves me. And so does Michael Vaughn. Ha, right. I wish. I'd be happy to be loved by the God next door but sorry, I don't have time; I'm too busy saving the world. Whoa, sudden mental image of me in a Superman costume. Oh yeah, it looks damn good on me too. Oh, and who's this by my side? Oh, hello Mr. Vaughn. I see you have donned a Captain Planet cape and will be accompanying me on my expeditions. What? You want to carry me home? All right then. Whoa, what the hell am I doing? Is my father still talking? Oh, whoops. *
"All right, all right, I'll wait. Dad, this is so unfair. You always knew how impatient I was at Christmas. You know, when I was little and stuff." Jack Bristow snorted. If he recalled correctly, and he was sure he did, he had been woken up at six fifty in the morning on Christmas day to the shrieking of his then hysterical daughter about the joys of the holidays.
Sydney threw him a "shut up I know I'm still a little kid but I'm having fun so leave me be" look. Jack stifled a grin; a picture, or in this case Sydney's face, was certainly worth a thousand, or at least 17, words.
A beeping of his pager ruined their almost moment. * Wow, everything is finally coming together. I'm finally working with the good guys, my father is actually human, Danny will be avenged, and I have the resources at my fingertips to search out a certain Michael Vaughn. Not that to anyone else he would be anything other than a possible name of a building? I don't know yet, I'll work on it. *
"What? What kind of a person- Okay, okay. I'll brief Syd- Agent Bristow on the counter mission. No, it'll be fine. My schedule is clear. All right. Thanks for calling."
"What was that?" Sydney asked.
"Your handler. He can't make it today."
