Vaughn didn't want to be there when Sydney left the hospital ward, with Quinn. Jack had offered them a place at his house until they decided what to do, the couple had happily agreed. Vaughn had the sneaking suspicion that if Syd had chose him instead of Quinn Jack wouldn't be so welcoming.
Six months later, Vaughn found himself standing on the pier he and Sydney used to come to, to talk. It had been hard, it still was, to know Sydney was happy and living a life without him. It hurt, but what had made a it a little less was Jack. The older man had become more sympathetic to Vaughn over time. Jack had started to have Vaughn over after Sydney and Quinn had gone back to Boston.
"Mike?" Vaughn turned to see a sad looking Weiss come up beside him. "I've been looking every where for you."
"Something up?" Vaughn's brow creased.
Weiss hesitated before speaking. "We got a call from the Boston office."
Vaughn felt his stomach drop. "What?"
"Mike, there was an accident on a mission. Sydney and Quinn were in Russia. They were undercover and something went wrong. Mike, Quinn was killed." Vaughn felt horrible as he became a little relieved, at least it wasn't Sydney. But it would hurt her even more.
"How?"
"We don't know." Weiss took a deep breath. "It gets worse. Mike, Sydney has been taken hostage."
"What?"
"The CIA is sending in a team to get her out…"
"Just tell me when."
