Chapter 2
Sydney, Lauren and Vaughn followed Dixon out of his office. They walked in total silence, each agent feeling slightly uncomfortable about the situation that they were in. After a couple of minutes, they found themselves walking down a highly secure corridor, quite like the one Sydney's mom was being kept in. As they walked past each room Vaughn observed the people sitting in them. The rooms looked more inhabitable then Irina's cell was and the agents in the rooms looked quite happy considering that they could be dying of a contagious virus. This is gonna be hell. I'm gonna be locked up in a room with my wife and ex-girlfriend!! Dixon stopped outside a vacant room and waited for a court marshal to come and open the door. The three of them still remained in silence, not one of them making eye contact with each other. After the door had been unlocked, Lauren and Vaughn entered leaving Sydney alone with Dixon. "Syd, I am so, so sorry about this. I tried to get you guys separated but there just wasn't enough time or room..." Dixon's face was full of regret, but his apology was cut short buy Sydney. "Hey, don't be. None of this is your fault. Besides I'm sure everything will be ok." She tried her best to put a brave smile on, but she wasn't sure of how convincing this looked to Dixon. It must have been enough to convince him, because he stepped aside and allowed her to enter the room. Sydney looked around her, as she entered the room. The first thing that stuck out was that there were only two single beds. Well we all know whose bed Vaughn will be sharing. And its definitely not mine. She could see that there was also a bathroom, which was separated off from the rest of the room. There was also a table, which had a couple of magazines, and a few bottles of water. Syd also noticed that were two windows in the room, one which probably provided a view of the street, and the other which gave a view of the dull corridor. "Agent Weiss has offered to bring over some things that you may need from home. Is there anything else that I can get you?" Dixon mainly looked at Sydney when he said this, leading her to believe that it was mostly her that he was talking to. Vaughn had noticed how there were only two beds and he was uncomfortable. His main priority her was Sydney, he didn't want her to be any more uncomfortable then she needed to be. He definitely wasn't going to sleep in the same bed as Lauren, not with Sydney just across the room. He knew that it would be torture for her, and he'd already caused her enough pain, he wasn't in any hurry to do it again. It would cause problems between him and Lauren but he would just have to face that later. "Actually Dixon, there is something that I need." Both Lauren and Sydney looked over in his direction, wondering what he could possibly want. "There are only two beds in here. Could I have some extra blankets and a pillow..." "Michael!?! What are you doing?" Sydney could make out if Lauren sounded hurt or just confused. It was slightly fun though to see the frown spread across her face. "What? I need somewhere to sleep." He turned back to look at Dixon waiting for his answer. "I am your wife Michael. Why can't you stay in the same bed as me?" She definitely looked hurt now. "You know why Lauren." Lauren must have understood his reason, because she glanced over at Sydney. Sydney caught her looking at her, and realised what Vaughn meant.
"Look Vaughn, if this is because of me, don't..."
"His name is Michael!" Lauren stated. After giving Lauren a cold glare, Sydney was about to continue when Vaughn turned to her. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. And if the tables were turned I wouldn't want to have to see you sharing a bed with another man, when I am still..." He stopped speaking as he remembered that his wife was in the room. He cleared his throat, trying to cover up his mistake. Realising that this was an argument that she wouldn't win, Sydney smiled at him. It flattered her that he was still concerned about her. She was slightly puzzled about what he was about to say, but deep down she already knew. Vaughn turned back to Dixon, and nodded at him, indicating that the extra blankets were needed. As Dixon left the room, the door was locked behind him, leaving the three of them alone.
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It had been a couple of hours since Dixon had left the room, and he still hadn't returned with Vaughn's things. It had remained silent ever since Dixon had left neither of them knowing what to say. Sydney and Vaughn couldn't talk to each other because of the cold glares they would receive from his wife, and there was absolutely no chance of Lauren and Syd communicating. All they wanted to do was slap the each other for being in love with the same man. Vaughn was sitting leaning against the wall, flipping a coin, which he had found in his pocket. Lauren was on the bed flipping through a magazine, but every so often she would look up to check what Michael was doing. Sydney was looking out of the window, watching a man load groceries into the back of his car, when he phone began to vibrate in her pocket. Taking it out of her pocket, she noticed that she had a new message. Opening it up she couldn't believe who it was from. How had he managed to write that whilst Lauren was watching him so closely? The message read: Hey Syd, I thought it would be easier for us to talk this way, since Lauren won't know what were saying. So how are doing? Vaughn x x
She glanced up at him, to see a faint smile spread across his face, as he knew that she had his message. Lauren was totally oblivious to what was going on, which made it even more exiting for Sydney. She clicked the reply button, and began to type back to him.
Sydney, Lauren and Vaughn followed Dixon out of his office. They walked in total silence, each agent feeling slightly uncomfortable about the situation that they were in. After a couple of minutes, they found themselves walking down a highly secure corridor, quite like the one Sydney's mom was being kept in. As they walked past each room Vaughn observed the people sitting in them. The rooms looked more inhabitable then Irina's cell was and the agents in the rooms looked quite happy considering that they could be dying of a contagious virus. This is gonna be hell. I'm gonna be locked up in a room with my wife and ex-girlfriend!! Dixon stopped outside a vacant room and waited for a court marshal to come and open the door. The three of them still remained in silence, not one of them making eye contact with each other. After the door had been unlocked, Lauren and Vaughn entered leaving Sydney alone with Dixon. "Syd, I am so, so sorry about this. I tried to get you guys separated but there just wasn't enough time or room..." Dixon's face was full of regret, but his apology was cut short buy Sydney. "Hey, don't be. None of this is your fault. Besides I'm sure everything will be ok." She tried her best to put a brave smile on, but she wasn't sure of how convincing this looked to Dixon. It must have been enough to convince him, because he stepped aside and allowed her to enter the room. Sydney looked around her, as she entered the room. The first thing that stuck out was that there were only two single beds. Well we all know whose bed Vaughn will be sharing. And its definitely not mine. She could see that there was also a bathroom, which was separated off from the rest of the room. There was also a table, which had a couple of magazines, and a few bottles of water. Syd also noticed that were two windows in the room, one which probably provided a view of the street, and the other which gave a view of the dull corridor. "Agent Weiss has offered to bring over some things that you may need from home. Is there anything else that I can get you?" Dixon mainly looked at Sydney when he said this, leading her to believe that it was mostly her that he was talking to. Vaughn had noticed how there were only two beds and he was uncomfortable. His main priority her was Sydney, he didn't want her to be any more uncomfortable then she needed to be. He definitely wasn't going to sleep in the same bed as Lauren, not with Sydney just across the room. He knew that it would be torture for her, and he'd already caused her enough pain, he wasn't in any hurry to do it again. It would cause problems between him and Lauren but he would just have to face that later. "Actually Dixon, there is something that I need." Both Lauren and Sydney looked over in his direction, wondering what he could possibly want. "There are only two beds in here. Could I have some extra blankets and a pillow..." "Michael!?! What are you doing?" Sydney could make out if Lauren sounded hurt or just confused. It was slightly fun though to see the frown spread across her face. "What? I need somewhere to sleep." He turned back to look at Dixon waiting for his answer. "I am your wife Michael. Why can't you stay in the same bed as me?" She definitely looked hurt now. "You know why Lauren." Lauren must have understood his reason, because she glanced over at Sydney. Sydney caught her looking at her, and realised what Vaughn meant.
"Look Vaughn, if this is because of me, don't..."
"His name is Michael!" Lauren stated. After giving Lauren a cold glare, Sydney was about to continue when Vaughn turned to her. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. And if the tables were turned I wouldn't want to have to see you sharing a bed with another man, when I am still..." He stopped speaking as he remembered that his wife was in the room. He cleared his throat, trying to cover up his mistake. Realising that this was an argument that she wouldn't win, Sydney smiled at him. It flattered her that he was still concerned about her. She was slightly puzzled about what he was about to say, but deep down she already knew. Vaughn turned back to Dixon, and nodded at him, indicating that the extra blankets were needed. As Dixon left the room, the door was locked behind him, leaving the three of them alone.
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It had been a couple of hours since Dixon had left the room, and he still hadn't returned with Vaughn's things. It had remained silent ever since Dixon had left neither of them knowing what to say. Sydney and Vaughn couldn't talk to each other because of the cold glares they would receive from his wife, and there was absolutely no chance of Lauren and Syd communicating. All they wanted to do was slap the each other for being in love with the same man. Vaughn was sitting leaning against the wall, flipping a coin, which he had found in his pocket. Lauren was on the bed flipping through a magazine, but every so often she would look up to check what Michael was doing. Sydney was looking out of the window, watching a man load groceries into the back of his car, when he phone began to vibrate in her pocket. Taking it out of her pocket, she noticed that she had a new message. Opening it up she couldn't believe who it was from. How had he managed to write that whilst Lauren was watching him so closely? The message read: Hey Syd, I thought it would be easier for us to talk this way, since Lauren won't know what were saying. So how are doing? Vaughn x x
She glanced up at him, to see a faint smile spread across his face, as he knew that she had his message. Lauren was totally oblivious to what was going on, which made it even more exiting for Sydney. She clicked the reply button, and began to type back to him.