"Sydney, I'm really sorry," Vaughn said soon after closing the front door
and collecting his briefcase and suit jacket from the closet, "But the main
man Kendall wants me in for a debrief."
"Awww... But I'm going to be her all by myself." Sydney whimpered.
Vaughn set down his stuff and wrapped his arms around his pregnant girlfriend and kissed her. "What are you complaining about? You get to raid the pantry and freezer while I'm out dozing off at another on of Kendall's seminars on "How to Bore a Human Being into a State of Unconsciousness."
Sydney shrugged her shoulders in mock consideration, "Ok, maybe that wont be too bad... but to make it up to me you're going to have to bring home dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Yep, Greek. Lots and lots of pita bread."
"Greek it is. Now I have to go or else." Vaughn said, giving Sydney a kiss."
"I love you." Sydney said calmly.
"I love you to babe." And with that Vaughn was gone, leaving Sydney alone to raid the kitchen.
"Ok you seven pound garbage disposal, we're off to do what we do best..... Clean out anything edible and preferably chocolate!" Sydney said, talking to the bulging stomach that housed her child.
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Patrick Christy watched as Michael Vaughn stepped in his house with the target and back out again.
'This is going to be easier than I thought.' Christy thought as he waited a few minutes after Vaughn's black company car sped away. Quickly gathering the few supplies he required to apprehend the expectant woman he slipped out of the van ran across the street and made his way into the "The Vaughn's" back yard. Slipping around a few hydrangea bushes he made his way over to a sliding glass window that lead into what looked like the dinning room. Slipping on a pair of latex gloves; a precaution to protect his identity; he opened the door and slipped in.
OOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOO
Sydney hadn't been a big chocolate fan before her pregnancy.... But with the onset of the stereotypical hormones, eating chocolate became #1 on her "To do list."
"You're making me fat." Sydney mindlessly mumbled to herself. "Really, really fat." She said, this time directing her speech to her stomach. Almost with a form of grace Sydney unwrapped a Hostess dingdong and popped it into her mouth. "I just wish I knew how you're mine."
"I know why." Christy said quietly, alerting Sydney to his presence.
Quickly Sydney leapt from the chair she was sitting in. "Who the hell are you!" She shrieked.
"I, Agent Bristow, have come to take you to that child's creator." He said vaguely.
A wave of confusion and fear swept over Sydney. "You're.... the man from the grocery store.... No...You can't tell me that. You don't know me... and you're definitely not the person to tell me who the father of my child is!"
Christy laughed. "No, Agent Bristow... not her father... her creator, or in other words, her preserver."
There was only on thing that Sydney had to do, and that was get away. Quickly her sense flashed over, showing her that a knife block lay behind her.
"Now, Ms. Bristow, you 'an either come with me quietly," he said, pulling out a needle," we 'an do it the hard way."
With a bazaar grace for a woman 9 months pregnant Sydney quickly grabbed a knife and threw it at the man. She would've preferred a bigger knife but the steak knife did its damage. With a scream of pain she watched as the intruder pulled out the knife rendered his shoulder immobile. Wasting no time Sydney bolted for the phone and to an exit out of the room. But Christy was prepared. Pulling out a tranquilizer gun and taking careful aim he waited until Sydney Bristow fell to the ground as the drugs took over.
Taking out a phone he quickly dialed a number and waited for the line to connect.
"This is Arvin." Sloane's voice said quickly.
"I 'ave her. But only after the fat bitch chucked a knife at me."
Sloane laughed. "Was it a good aim Mr. Christy?"
"Yes, got me right in the shoulder. Barely missed my bloody artery."
"I'll be taking it that you need some help getting her out of the house with your.... predicament?"
"Yes sir."
A/N: Its short. But better something that nothing. And I think I owe you all something rather than nothing. Sorry for the delay. Writer's Block and Mid Terms..... And the California High School Exit Exam, a.k.a. CAHSEE.
"Awww... But I'm going to be her all by myself." Sydney whimpered.
Vaughn set down his stuff and wrapped his arms around his pregnant girlfriend and kissed her. "What are you complaining about? You get to raid the pantry and freezer while I'm out dozing off at another on of Kendall's seminars on "How to Bore a Human Being into a State of Unconsciousness."
Sydney shrugged her shoulders in mock consideration, "Ok, maybe that wont be too bad... but to make it up to me you're going to have to bring home dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Yep, Greek. Lots and lots of pita bread."
"Greek it is. Now I have to go or else." Vaughn said, giving Sydney a kiss."
"I love you." Sydney said calmly.
"I love you to babe." And with that Vaughn was gone, leaving Sydney alone to raid the kitchen.
"Ok you seven pound garbage disposal, we're off to do what we do best..... Clean out anything edible and preferably chocolate!" Sydney said, talking to the bulging stomach that housed her child.
OOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOO
Patrick Christy watched as Michael Vaughn stepped in his house with the target and back out again.
'This is going to be easier than I thought.' Christy thought as he waited a few minutes after Vaughn's black company car sped away. Quickly gathering the few supplies he required to apprehend the expectant woman he slipped out of the van ran across the street and made his way into the "The Vaughn's" back yard. Slipping around a few hydrangea bushes he made his way over to a sliding glass window that lead into what looked like the dinning room. Slipping on a pair of latex gloves; a precaution to protect his identity; he opened the door and slipped in.
OOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOO
Sydney hadn't been a big chocolate fan before her pregnancy.... But with the onset of the stereotypical hormones, eating chocolate became #1 on her "To do list."
"You're making me fat." Sydney mindlessly mumbled to herself. "Really, really fat." She said, this time directing her speech to her stomach. Almost with a form of grace Sydney unwrapped a Hostess dingdong and popped it into her mouth. "I just wish I knew how you're mine."
"I know why." Christy said quietly, alerting Sydney to his presence.
Quickly Sydney leapt from the chair she was sitting in. "Who the hell are you!" She shrieked.
"I, Agent Bristow, have come to take you to that child's creator." He said vaguely.
A wave of confusion and fear swept over Sydney. "You're.... the man from the grocery store.... No...You can't tell me that. You don't know me... and you're definitely not the person to tell me who the father of my child is!"
Christy laughed. "No, Agent Bristow... not her father... her creator, or in other words, her preserver."
There was only on thing that Sydney had to do, and that was get away. Quickly her sense flashed over, showing her that a knife block lay behind her.
"Now, Ms. Bristow, you 'an either come with me quietly," he said, pulling out a needle," we 'an do it the hard way."
With a bazaar grace for a woman 9 months pregnant Sydney quickly grabbed a knife and threw it at the man. She would've preferred a bigger knife but the steak knife did its damage. With a scream of pain she watched as the intruder pulled out the knife rendered his shoulder immobile. Wasting no time Sydney bolted for the phone and to an exit out of the room. But Christy was prepared. Pulling out a tranquilizer gun and taking careful aim he waited until Sydney Bristow fell to the ground as the drugs took over.
Taking out a phone he quickly dialed a number and waited for the line to connect.
"This is Arvin." Sloane's voice said quickly.
"I 'ave her. But only after the fat bitch chucked a knife at me."
Sloane laughed. "Was it a good aim Mr. Christy?"
"Yes, got me right in the shoulder. Barely missed my bloody artery."
"I'll be taking it that you need some help getting her out of the house with your.... predicament?"
"Yes sir."
A/N: Its short. But better something that nothing. And I think I owe you all something rather than nothing. Sorry for the delay. Writer's Block and Mid Terms..... And the California High School Exit Exam, a.k.a. CAHSEE.
