Author's Note: Here's the next chapter, enjoy. I want to thanks Aqua my
wonderful beta reader. And to Glittering Pegasus I hope this chapter is
long enough for you. Please keep those reviews coming.
Sydney thought about her meeting with Weiss as he sat on the plane heading for Hawaii. It had been an uncomfortable meeting and Sydney had been glad when it had finished. The counter plan was simple. She was to take photo's of all documents found that had any relevance to Rambaldi and drop them at the designated site. Easy enough.
"Would you like a drink miss?" The flight attendant asked, interrupting Sydney's thoughts.
"No thank-you," she declined. As the flight attendant passed her mind wandered back to the day in Vaughn's apartment. She'd had a moment of weakness after her meeting with Weiss and had tried to ring him, but she'd hung up before he could answer. All she wanted was to hear his voice. She never thought she'd miss him this much.
"Attention passengers. We will be landing in a few minuets so please fasten your seatbelts," the announcers voice said over the speakers.
Sydney looked at her watch. She had been thinking about Vaughn for over an hour. She fastened her seatbelt and waited for the plane to land.
Vaughn was nervous. He had a meeting with Devlin in an hour and was not looking forward to it. His thoughts drifted as he played with the coin in his hand. There was a knock on his office door, he looked up and noticed Weiss. He hadn't spoken to Weiss since he'd been assigned Sydney's handler.
"Hey Mike."
"Hi."
"Uh I was wondering how you're doing?"
"I'm fine, got a meeting with Devlin in a few minutes."
"Oh."
Weiss was obviously nervous and Vaughn didn't feel like putting him at ease.
"Well I better let you get ready. Good luck Mike."
"Yeah thanks." Vaughn watched Weiss leave and then looked at the clock, half an hour until the meeting. He went back to playing with the coin and thinking about Sydney.
Dixon waited for Sydney to arrive at the hotel. He had arrived earlier and was waiting in her hotel room dressed in the hotels uniform. He felt like a banana. The uniform was a bright yellow, not exactly inconspicuous. He was getting impatient, Sydney was late and Dixon hadn't heard anything from her.
"Dixon?" Sydney's voice filled his earpiece.
"I can hear you Syd."
"I'm on my way."
"What took you so long?"
"Bad Taxi driver."
Dixon chuckled to himself. "Okay see you soon."
"I quit," Vaughn yelled as he stormed out of Devlin's office. How Dare they. Haladki had been at the meeting; he should have guessed he'd been behind this. He walked into his office and started packing up his desk. They hadn't even listened to his side. Devlin had believed Haladki and that had been it. Devlin's words still rang in his ears.
"I'm disappointed in you Michael, this cannot go on. Your on two months suspension."
"And Sydney?"
"Sydney will be permanently removed from your care. If you try to contact her in any way you will no longer have a job here. Do you understand?"
A life without the CIA. Vaughn couldn't imagine it. This had always been his dream, ever since his father died and now he was throwing it all away for a girl. But not just any girl, he was throwing it away for Sydney Bristow.
Sydney got out of the cab and saw Dixon heading towards her.
"Can I get your bags Miss?" he asked.
"Yes please." Sydney answered smiling to herself. Yellow was defiantly not his color.
Sydney checked in and then headed to her room. Sydney waited until they were both in the room before she spoke. "That outfit looks great on you Dixon."
"Don't start. The convention is tomorrow at twelve. Our friends room is number 201. I suggest you relax until then."
"I'll try." Sydney waited until Dixon exited the room before she changed into her bikini. She headed towards the pool. She laid her towel on one of the chairs and then dived in. The water was cool on Sydney's skin. She floated to the surface and started to swim. Every lap relaxed her.
It was two hours later when Sydney finally got out of the pool. She headed upstairs hoping for a dreamless sleep.
Mr Veitch was waiting for a phone call. He picked up the phone on its first ring. "Hello."
"Is she there?" the voice on the other line said.
"Yes, she's there. The plan is going as scheduled."
"Good, make sure it stays that way. Remember she is not to be harmed."
"Of course."
Mr Veitch hung up the phone and smiled. Things were going perfectly. His boss would not be disappointed.
Sydney thought about her meeting with Weiss as he sat on the plane heading for Hawaii. It had been an uncomfortable meeting and Sydney had been glad when it had finished. The counter plan was simple. She was to take photo's of all documents found that had any relevance to Rambaldi and drop them at the designated site. Easy enough.
"Would you like a drink miss?" The flight attendant asked, interrupting Sydney's thoughts.
"No thank-you," she declined. As the flight attendant passed her mind wandered back to the day in Vaughn's apartment. She'd had a moment of weakness after her meeting with Weiss and had tried to ring him, but she'd hung up before he could answer. All she wanted was to hear his voice. She never thought she'd miss him this much.
"Attention passengers. We will be landing in a few minuets so please fasten your seatbelts," the announcers voice said over the speakers.
Sydney looked at her watch. She had been thinking about Vaughn for over an hour. She fastened her seatbelt and waited for the plane to land.
Vaughn was nervous. He had a meeting with Devlin in an hour and was not looking forward to it. His thoughts drifted as he played with the coin in his hand. There was a knock on his office door, he looked up and noticed Weiss. He hadn't spoken to Weiss since he'd been assigned Sydney's handler.
"Hey Mike."
"Hi."
"Uh I was wondering how you're doing?"
"I'm fine, got a meeting with Devlin in a few minutes."
"Oh."
Weiss was obviously nervous and Vaughn didn't feel like putting him at ease.
"Well I better let you get ready. Good luck Mike."
"Yeah thanks." Vaughn watched Weiss leave and then looked at the clock, half an hour until the meeting. He went back to playing with the coin and thinking about Sydney.
Dixon waited for Sydney to arrive at the hotel. He had arrived earlier and was waiting in her hotel room dressed in the hotels uniform. He felt like a banana. The uniform was a bright yellow, not exactly inconspicuous. He was getting impatient, Sydney was late and Dixon hadn't heard anything from her.
"Dixon?" Sydney's voice filled his earpiece.
"I can hear you Syd."
"I'm on my way."
"What took you so long?"
"Bad Taxi driver."
Dixon chuckled to himself. "Okay see you soon."
"I quit," Vaughn yelled as he stormed out of Devlin's office. How Dare they. Haladki had been at the meeting; he should have guessed he'd been behind this. He walked into his office and started packing up his desk. They hadn't even listened to his side. Devlin had believed Haladki and that had been it. Devlin's words still rang in his ears.
"I'm disappointed in you Michael, this cannot go on. Your on two months suspension."
"And Sydney?"
"Sydney will be permanently removed from your care. If you try to contact her in any way you will no longer have a job here. Do you understand?"
A life without the CIA. Vaughn couldn't imagine it. This had always been his dream, ever since his father died and now he was throwing it all away for a girl. But not just any girl, he was throwing it away for Sydney Bristow.
Sydney got out of the cab and saw Dixon heading towards her.
"Can I get your bags Miss?" he asked.
"Yes please." Sydney answered smiling to herself. Yellow was defiantly not his color.
Sydney checked in and then headed to her room. Sydney waited until they were both in the room before she spoke. "That outfit looks great on you Dixon."
"Don't start. The convention is tomorrow at twelve. Our friends room is number 201. I suggest you relax until then."
"I'll try." Sydney waited until Dixon exited the room before she changed into her bikini. She headed towards the pool. She laid her towel on one of the chairs and then dived in. The water was cool on Sydney's skin. She floated to the surface and started to swim. Every lap relaxed her.
It was two hours later when Sydney finally got out of the pool. She headed upstairs hoping for a dreamless sleep.
Mr Veitch was waiting for a phone call. He picked up the phone on its first ring. "Hello."
"Is she there?" the voice on the other line said.
"Yes, she's there. The plan is going as scheduled."
"Good, make sure it stays that way. Remember she is not to be harmed."
"Of course."
Mr Veitch hung up the phone and smiled. Things were going perfectly. His boss would not be disappointed.