Chapter Fourteen...
They arrived back at the house around twelve-thirty. Everyone was in the living room watching television.
"Hey guys," Sydney said brightly as she walked through the door, followed by Vaughn who was smiling as well.
"Syd! Hey, you're back!" Francie said going to give her a hug.
"Hey Mike...sooooooo...how was it?" Weiss asked winking at his friend.
"Eric?" Jack asked.
"Yes Jack?"
"Shut up." Everyone laughed, even Weiss.
"Well...we were about to have lunch...Eric made it..." but she stopped when she saw their faces. "Don't worry...I supervised, and it actually tastes good," Francie said laughing.
"Hey! I can cook...ok...I can heat things up...same thing!" Weiss said laughing along with everyone else.
"Well, as long as Francie was there, I'll try it," Vaughn said patting his friend on the back and making his way into the dining room.
They all sat around the table eating and laughing. The pasta had actually turned out well. Weiss let this be known of course.
"Well, now looky here...I see that everyone seems to be enjoying the pasta that I, Eric Weiss, greatest CIA agent made all by myself...with a little help from the beautiful Francine Calfo!" Weiss said raising his glass as if to make a toast and then taking a big gulp of his soda.
"Greatest CIA agent!? Really...you Eric?" Vaughn asked laughing.
"Heyyyyyy...I'm pretty damn good if I do say so myself," Weiss said defensively.
"I think we can all safely say the best CIA agent here is-" Vaughn started.
"Jack Bristow," Jack finished. Everyone turned to Jack, who had been pretty silent throughout the meal. He tried to keep a straight face, but started to laugh, and everyone soon followed.
"Wow Dad...it's so nice to see you here, so...well...happy! I haven't seen you like this since before...well before "Mom" died," Sydney said sadly.
"I know Syd...and I'm sorry for that. I promise to try and be as "happy" as I am now from now on...at least in private with you," he said chuckling.
"That would be great Dad."
Later that day in Vaughn's room, Weiss and Vaughn were sitting on Vaughn's bed playing cards and discussing something very serious, or at least Vaughn wanted it to be serious, but of course with Weiss...
"So you don't think it would be too early if I did?" Vaughn asked again for what would be the millionth time in that hour alone.
"Look man...you love her right?" Weiss asked.
"More than anything in the whole world."
"Than there's your answer," Weiss said simply while collecting the cards and getting off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Vaughn asked clearly confused why Weiss would just abandon their game.
"I think you need to go shopping...but maybe you should go ask Jack if he would like to join ya," Weiss said laughing.
"Yeah. I'm sure he wouldn't go too crazy and say how against CIA protocol this is," Vaughn said walking quickly to the window and looking out. He had heard a car door close and saw Sydney and Francie walking up the steps to the house.
"They're back?" Weiss asked.
"Yup, let's go get our girls," Vaughn said patting Weiss on the back as they exited the room.
They made their way downstairs to greet the two girls who were carrying at least five shopping bags each.
They arrived back at the house around twelve-thirty. Everyone was in the living room watching television.
"Hey guys," Sydney said brightly as she walked through the door, followed by Vaughn who was smiling as well.
"Syd! Hey, you're back!" Francie said going to give her a hug.
"Hey Mike...sooooooo...how was it?" Weiss asked winking at his friend.
"Eric?" Jack asked.
"Yes Jack?"
"Shut up." Everyone laughed, even Weiss.
"Well...we were about to have lunch...Eric made it..." but she stopped when she saw their faces. "Don't worry...I supervised, and it actually tastes good," Francie said laughing.
"Hey! I can cook...ok...I can heat things up...same thing!" Weiss said laughing along with everyone else.
"Well, as long as Francie was there, I'll try it," Vaughn said patting his friend on the back and making his way into the dining room.
They all sat around the table eating and laughing. The pasta had actually turned out well. Weiss let this be known of course.
"Well, now looky here...I see that everyone seems to be enjoying the pasta that I, Eric Weiss, greatest CIA agent made all by myself...with a little help from the beautiful Francine Calfo!" Weiss said raising his glass as if to make a toast and then taking a big gulp of his soda.
"Greatest CIA agent!? Really...you Eric?" Vaughn asked laughing.
"Heyyyyyy...I'm pretty damn good if I do say so myself," Weiss said defensively.
"I think we can all safely say the best CIA agent here is-" Vaughn started.
"Jack Bristow," Jack finished. Everyone turned to Jack, who had been pretty silent throughout the meal. He tried to keep a straight face, but started to laugh, and everyone soon followed.
"Wow Dad...it's so nice to see you here, so...well...happy! I haven't seen you like this since before...well before "Mom" died," Sydney said sadly.
"I know Syd...and I'm sorry for that. I promise to try and be as "happy" as I am now from now on...at least in private with you," he said chuckling.
"That would be great Dad."
Later that day in Vaughn's room, Weiss and Vaughn were sitting on Vaughn's bed playing cards and discussing something very serious, or at least Vaughn wanted it to be serious, but of course with Weiss...
"So you don't think it would be too early if I did?" Vaughn asked again for what would be the millionth time in that hour alone.
"Look man...you love her right?" Weiss asked.
"More than anything in the whole world."
"Than there's your answer," Weiss said simply while collecting the cards and getting off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Vaughn asked clearly confused why Weiss would just abandon their game.
"I think you need to go shopping...but maybe you should go ask Jack if he would like to join ya," Weiss said laughing.
"Yeah. I'm sure he wouldn't go too crazy and say how against CIA protocol this is," Vaughn said walking quickly to the window and looking out. He had heard a car door close and saw Sydney and Francie walking up the steps to the house.
"They're back?" Weiss asked.
"Yup, let's go get our girls," Vaughn said patting Weiss on the back as they exited the room.
They made their way downstairs to greet the two girls who were carrying at least five shopping bags each.