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Samantha successfully made it into the house before she let the weight of the past week fall upon her. She collapsed in the front foyer crying. Sydney picked her up and helped her to the couch. She held the girl close for a while, while Vaughn and Weiss looked on feeling slightly awkward. Crying women wasn't one of their strong points. They looked at Sydney, hoping to see if there was anything they could do by not being there. Sydney didn't see them standing there, so they left.
"We're going to go make sure all of our papers are in order."
Sydney nodded, as Weiss and Vaughn went into the office. "What kind of papers do we have?" Vaughn asked Weiss.
Weiss looked through the papers. "Looks like we get to make our own."
"What?"
Weiss handed a note to Vaughn. "It's from Marshall."
"Sorry about having to make your own. I didn't have time to send the passports and stuff because you were cutting it so close on time. I suggest you get a watch. Daily's new alias is going to meet you guys in LA." Vaughn read. He looked up at Weiss. "Well, this is a delay I'm not sure we can really afford."
"Marshall couldn't afford it either."
Vaughn sighed and sat down at the computer. He took the specs that Marshall had attached to his note, and glanced over them. "Syd and Samantha appear to be sisters, Syd and I married, and you and I best friends. We're flying to meet up with some other friends, and Samantha is tagging along to check out some west coast colleges."
"Man, I don't know how we're going to pull that off."
"You mean the whole us three flying to LA to meet up with friends, with Syd's kid sister tagging along? I'm sure there are better cover stories."
"No, I meant you and Sydney being married. It's a bit far stretched."
"Funny man, very funny."
Weiss yawned. "It doesn't take two of us to print this crap out. I was up late moving all of this crap while you were sleeping happily with your girlfriend. If you don't mind, I am going to go take a nap."
"Yeah, go ahead."
Vaughn looked around the office, at the walls. Weiss had done a good job making the place look lived in, in only a night. There were various Chinese delivery cartons trashed, and paper had been scattered all over the office. "Hey." Sydney said, standing at the doorway.
Vaughn spun around, and smiled. "Hey yourself."
"Where's Weiss?"
"He left a few minutes ago to take a nap. How's Samantha doing?"
"Sam asked to be alone. I thought before everyone starts suffocating her, I'd give her the space."
"Sounds good. Listen, I'm sure I can find a sushi place in town. You still owe me a sushi date."
"I don't feel like sushi. How about Italian?" Sydney said with a smile.
"Ah, but I never got a chance to take you to the sushi place that I had reservations for two nights ago. You owe me a sushi date."
"How about I make it up to you in a different way." Sydney said, sitting down on Vaughn's lap and kissing him.
"You can do that all you want, but we are still going to sushi." Sydney kissed Vaughn again. "Nope, still sushi." Sydney smiled, and tried again. "Sushi."
"Fine, sushi it is. As long as its alright for both Sam and Weiss."
"Weiss is asleep, and Sam, well…" The printer beeped, and Vaughn looked at the finished passport.
"I still want to check."
"Only mine and Weiss' passports left, Mrs. Elizabeth Collins." Vaughn said, handing Sydney the freshly printed passport. "Where should we pretend that you've been?"
Sydney pressed her lips together, and smiled. "Italy, and Mexico."
"Italy and Mexico it is. And then your sister, Lauren Kissenger, will have been to Mexico, so we could be in Italy for our honeymoon."
"Wait! Are you telling me that Marshall's aliases for us are that you and I are married, and Sam and I are sisters?"
"Yep."
"That man is great. So where does Weiss fit in?"
"My best friend."
Sydney chuckled. "As if anyone would believe that." She joked.
Vaughn laughed. "He said the same thing about us being married."
A security camera in the office started a loud wail, alerting them to a presence that wasn't programmed into the computer. Sydney jumped off Vaughn's lap, and went to look. "Someone parked in front of the house."
"Can you see who it is?"
"Give me a second to enhance the picture." Sydney gasped as she recognized the familiar face. "Oh god, Sark found us here. What's the purpose of a safe house if it's not safe?!" She exclaimed.
"Syd, take Sam, and make a run for the airport. Mine and Weiss' passports are almost done printing. We'll hold off Sark."
"He's got two body guards with him."
Vaughn pressed the two passports into Sydney's hand. "Be careful Sydney."
"Meet you in LA."
"See you there."
"I love you Vaughn."
"I love you too Sydney."
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