Chapter. 5
disclaimer in chapter. 1
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Sunday: The Airplane: 9AM
Syd was writing the debrief, on her laptop, for Sloane. He wanted it as soon as she got of the plane. And she was also doing a report for the CIA.
Thank god, Dixon was asleep.
~*~//Bow down and stare in wonder//~*~
Sunday: Syd and Francies flat: 10 PM
After eleven hours on a plane, your first choice shouldn't be an hour of debriefing to Sloane and two hours of debriefing at the CIA L.A. HQ.
Syd got comfortable in front of the TV and was gonna watch taped eps. of Will & Grace.
A few minutes later, or more like 30 minutes later, Francie joins her on the sofa but Syd doesn't seem to notice, because she seems to be sunken in to the TV compleatly.
"So, how was your weekend in New Orleans? Was that client, you just had to go to right before we were going to a concert, satisfied?" Francie asked, a hint of anger.
But just a hint.
"Huh, what? Yeah, he was. But you know I met this guy..." Syd was saying, when Francie interupted her.
~*~//oh How we love you//~*~
"A guy? How... I mean where did ya meet him?" She asked Syd, the taped ep's. of Will & Grace totally forgotten.
"I didn't even catch his name. So, maybe 'MET' isn't the right word. I just remember ice blue eyes." Syd says, *like my dress.* "and blonde, short hair. God, he was really hot. But when I came back down from my room, he was gone You seen I met him in the hotel lounge and when I was leaving for my room, he was headed for the bar but hey, just as well. Don't need a guy right now. Way too much work." Syd said, like that excused her from neglegting her social life.
~*~//No flaws when you're pretending//~*~
*What about Vaughn? You kissed him, he kissed you back and definate sparks. But there's something missing, isn't there?* Syd thought before she was brought from her mind by the giggles in Francie.
"What?" Syd asked her best friend who was dying of laughter.
"You... don't need a guy? Sydney Bristow, you so need a guy." Francie told her, trying to be serious.
"Shut up." Sydney says, mock-angry and hurt.
~*~//But now I know she...//~*~
TWO WEEKS LATER: Monday; Paris, France
When Sark enters Khasinau's office, the first thing he sees is the back of a red-haired woman sitting in Khasinaus lap.
She was obviously saying something funny because Khasinau was trying not to laugh.
"Umh, sir? Did you want to see me?" Mr. Sark asks his boss.
~*~//...Never was and never will be//~*~
TBC.....
*PLZ, R&R!!! And constructive critcism only, please. ~ thanks, Dru.*
disclaimer in chapter. 1
~*~*~*~
Sunday: The Airplane: 9AM
Syd was writing the debrief, on her laptop, for Sloane. He wanted it as soon as she got of the plane. And she was also doing a report for the CIA.
Thank god, Dixon was asleep.
~*~//Bow down and stare in wonder//~*~
Sunday: Syd and Francies flat: 10 PM
After eleven hours on a plane, your first choice shouldn't be an hour of debriefing to Sloane and two hours of debriefing at the CIA L.A. HQ.
Syd got comfortable in front of the TV and was gonna watch taped eps. of Will & Grace.
A few minutes later, or more like 30 minutes later, Francie joins her on the sofa but Syd doesn't seem to notice, because she seems to be sunken in to the TV compleatly.
"So, how was your weekend in New Orleans? Was that client, you just had to go to right before we were going to a concert, satisfied?" Francie asked, a hint of anger.
But just a hint.
"Huh, what? Yeah, he was. But you know I met this guy..." Syd was saying, when Francie interupted her.
~*~//oh How we love you//~*~
"A guy? How... I mean where did ya meet him?" She asked Syd, the taped ep's. of Will & Grace totally forgotten.
"I didn't even catch his name. So, maybe 'MET' isn't the right word. I just remember ice blue eyes." Syd says, *like my dress.* "and blonde, short hair. God, he was really hot. But when I came back down from my room, he was gone You seen I met him in the hotel lounge and when I was leaving for my room, he was headed for the bar but hey, just as well. Don't need a guy right now. Way too much work." Syd said, like that excused her from neglegting her social life.
~*~//No flaws when you're pretending//~*~
*What about Vaughn? You kissed him, he kissed you back and definate sparks. But there's something missing, isn't there?* Syd thought before she was brought from her mind by the giggles in Francie.
"What?" Syd asked her best friend who was dying of laughter.
"You... don't need a guy? Sydney Bristow, you so need a guy." Francie told her, trying to be serious.
"Shut up." Sydney says, mock-angry and hurt.
~*~//But now I know she...//~*~
TWO WEEKS LATER: Monday; Paris, France
When Sark enters Khasinau's office, the first thing he sees is the back of a red-haired woman sitting in Khasinaus lap.
She was obviously saying something funny because Khasinau was trying not to laugh.
"Umh, sir? Did you want to see me?" Mr. Sark asks his boss.
~*~//...Never was and never will be//~*~
TBC.....
*PLZ, R&R!!! And constructive critcism only, please. ~ thanks, Dru.*