[b][u]Chapter Five[/u]
Coffee on the Dashboard[/b]
Four days had passed without a hitch. Will had gone to work, Sydney had gone to work, Mike, Jack, Marcus, Marshall, Weiss, all of them. It was business as usual at CIA Headquarters. At the moment, Sydney was in the 'conference room' with Marcus, preparing for a new mission. Will was at his desk, typing away frantically at his computer. This was a key part of the investigation, and the briefing was taking place over two days. Will was working frantically trying to acquire and verify all the Intel he could for the mission. He couldn't help looking up every now and then to see if Sydney was looking at him. He caught her eye once or twice, but every time he just smiled, gave a tiny wave, and went back to his computer so he could blush in private.
Knowing that the information he would be presenting tomorrow had the potential to make or break the mission, Will worked hard, verifying everything at least twice from as many more sources. He couldn't afford to lose her. Not to some stupid error on his part. Even though he was only compiling profiles of possible agents The Enemy had employed, he wanted to do his best. He had managed to gain hold of a number of security tapes which enabled him to draw up physical profiles. The basic internet search engines had provided him with a number of cults dedicated to some of these bounty hunters. Naturally, these places had lots of valuable information, but he made sure to verify everything.
By the end of the day Will, along with a number of other analysts, had managed to compile a list of over a hundred possible agents. The list was ordered from most to least likely, and there were 5 confirmed hunters on the list. Will was proud of the work everyone had done, and he was grateful to have such competent workers on his team. Sydney walked out of the room just as he had finished preparing everything for the presentation. He smiled as she walked over. She had given him a ride to work that morning, and he was catching a ride back with Sydney as well.
"Ready to go?" she asked as she reached his desk.
"Just let me clean up these papers and I'm set" he answered with a smile.
~*~*~*~
"So what do you think will happen tonight then?"
"If you really must ask my opinion, I think that there will be a few conflicting issues, things will happen, people will get in trouble, and out of it again. Same general formula as always."
"Oh come on Will, I want your detailed predictions."
"Oh all right then. I think that Luke and Lorelai will finally get it together, Lane will smack her mother, who will then let her go to the prom with Dave, Rory and Jess will break up when she realises she is still in love with Dean, and Emily will mind her own business."
Sydney laughed out loud at this. The two of them were discussing tonight's TV schedule on the ride home, as they always did when travelling together. They both watched the same shows, so it was fun for them to compare notes on what happened, and what they thought would happen.
"You are ridiculous! None of that will ever be written into the script. Emily minding her own business indeed! That is the complete opposite of anything and everything that happens on Gilmore Girls. You must be crazy!"
"Or just really sarcastic." Will chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I don't see why you care what I think is going to happen. I know what's going to happen, because I read ahead."
"Why do you do that? What is the point of watching the show then? Those spoilers would-"
But Will never found out what Sydney had to say about the spoilers this time. They had been crossing an intersection when a jeep ran a red light and ploughed into the drivers side of their car. The Styrofoam cup of coffee which was on the dashboard fell onto Will's lap. Crunching glass and twisting of metal made a deafening noise. The Jeep Cherokee had smashed into their Ford Focus at more than 100km/h. The windscreen flew out of the car, shattering on the pavement. The car was flipped around, so that it was pointing in the opposite direction. The airbags inflated and the seatbelts had cushioned the blow, but not by much. All other cars in the area had managed to steer clear of a pile-up, and somebody in the distance called 911. The ambulance came within minutes, sirens blaring. There were loud noises coming from every direction, but Sydney and Will were oblivious to all these, because they were both unconscious, and Sydney was barely breathing.
*~*~*~*~*
Will had only suffered mild concussion, and he stood outside of the door to the Trauma 1. Sydney lay on a gurney, neck in a brace, eyes closed. A young looking doctor was looking over her. His features were boyish but he had a look of experience on his face. Will saw his ID tag as he had brushed past. Dr. J Carter. Dr. Carter looked like he was doing everything possible for Sydney. She didn't look dead. She's not dead, Will told himself. She'll be okay. Oh God.I could have prevented this. She could have gone a different way. If she didn't have to take me home.if I'd gone by myself today.she should be at home eating Chinese food and watching soapies.
A nurse walked up behind Will and told him to go back to his room, as they needed to x-ray his arm.
"What's happened to her.will she be okay? Oh God."
"Your wife has suffered from serious head trauma.the doctor in there is trying to get her breathing again."
"She isn't my wife.she's just...we're ummm.Oh God.Sydney.what's happened to you."
"Listen Mr. Tippin, I need to get you back to your room."
"No.I need to know what happens to her. Please Sydney.please wake up.for me.or your father.Francie.Michael, please-What is that? Is she breathing?"
"That looks to be the case.will you come for those x-rays now please."
"Yes, of course, and then I need to be with her."
Four days had passed without a hitch. Will had gone to work, Sydney had gone to work, Mike, Jack, Marcus, Marshall, Weiss, all of them. It was business as usual at CIA Headquarters. At the moment, Sydney was in the 'conference room' with Marcus, preparing for a new mission. Will was at his desk, typing away frantically at his computer. This was a key part of the investigation, and the briefing was taking place over two days. Will was working frantically trying to acquire and verify all the Intel he could for the mission. He couldn't help looking up every now and then to see if Sydney was looking at him. He caught her eye once or twice, but every time he just smiled, gave a tiny wave, and went back to his computer so he could blush in private.
Knowing that the information he would be presenting tomorrow had the potential to make or break the mission, Will worked hard, verifying everything at least twice from as many more sources. He couldn't afford to lose her. Not to some stupid error on his part. Even though he was only compiling profiles of possible agents The Enemy had employed, he wanted to do his best. He had managed to gain hold of a number of security tapes which enabled him to draw up physical profiles. The basic internet search engines had provided him with a number of cults dedicated to some of these bounty hunters. Naturally, these places had lots of valuable information, but he made sure to verify everything.
By the end of the day Will, along with a number of other analysts, had managed to compile a list of over a hundred possible agents. The list was ordered from most to least likely, and there were 5 confirmed hunters on the list. Will was proud of the work everyone had done, and he was grateful to have such competent workers on his team. Sydney walked out of the room just as he had finished preparing everything for the presentation. He smiled as she walked over. She had given him a ride to work that morning, and he was catching a ride back with Sydney as well.
"Ready to go?" she asked as she reached his desk.
"Just let me clean up these papers and I'm set" he answered with a smile.
~*~*~*~
"So what do you think will happen tonight then?"
"If you really must ask my opinion, I think that there will be a few conflicting issues, things will happen, people will get in trouble, and out of it again. Same general formula as always."
"Oh come on Will, I want your detailed predictions."
"Oh all right then. I think that Luke and Lorelai will finally get it together, Lane will smack her mother, who will then let her go to the prom with Dave, Rory and Jess will break up when she realises she is still in love with Dean, and Emily will mind her own business."
Sydney laughed out loud at this. The two of them were discussing tonight's TV schedule on the ride home, as they always did when travelling together. They both watched the same shows, so it was fun for them to compare notes on what happened, and what they thought would happen.
"You are ridiculous! None of that will ever be written into the script. Emily minding her own business indeed! That is the complete opposite of anything and everything that happens on Gilmore Girls. You must be crazy!"
"Or just really sarcastic." Will chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I don't see why you care what I think is going to happen. I know what's going to happen, because I read ahead."
"Why do you do that? What is the point of watching the show then? Those spoilers would-"
But Will never found out what Sydney had to say about the spoilers this time. They had been crossing an intersection when a jeep ran a red light and ploughed into the drivers side of their car. The Styrofoam cup of coffee which was on the dashboard fell onto Will's lap. Crunching glass and twisting of metal made a deafening noise. The Jeep Cherokee had smashed into their Ford Focus at more than 100km/h. The windscreen flew out of the car, shattering on the pavement. The car was flipped around, so that it was pointing in the opposite direction. The airbags inflated and the seatbelts had cushioned the blow, but not by much. All other cars in the area had managed to steer clear of a pile-up, and somebody in the distance called 911. The ambulance came within minutes, sirens blaring. There were loud noises coming from every direction, but Sydney and Will were oblivious to all these, because they were both unconscious, and Sydney was barely breathing.
*~*~*~*~*
Will had only suffered mild concussion, and he stood outside of the door to the Trauma 1. Sydney lay on a gurney, neck in a brace, eyes closed. A young looking doctor was looking over her. His features were boyish but he had a look of experience on his face. Will saw his ID tag as he had brushed past. Dr. J Carter. Dr. Carter looked like he was doing everything possible for Sydney. She didn't look dead. She's not dead, Will told himself. She'll be okay. Oh God.I could have prevented this. She could have gone a different way. If she didn't have to take me home.if I'd gone by myself today.she should be at home eating Chinese food and watching soapies.
A nurse walked up behind Will and told him to go back to his room, as they needed to x-ray his arm.
"What's happened to her.will she be okay? Oh God."
"Your wife has suffered from serious head trauma.the doctor in there is trying to get her breathing again."
"She isn't my wife.she's just...we're ummm.Oh God.Sydney.what's happened to you."
"Listen Mr. Tippin, I need to get you back to your room."
"No.I need to know what happens to her. Please Sydney.please wake up.for me.or your father.Francie.Michael, please-What is that? Is she breathing?"
"That looks to be the case.will you come for those x-rays now please."
"Yes, of course, and then I need to be with her."