Chapter 8- Paris
Michael Vaughn and Sydney Bristow arrived in Paris the next day as Mr. and Mrs. Tom Greenford, a wealthy couple honeymooning in Paris after their extravagant wedding in Southampton. Sydney smiled to herself as she stepped off the plane in a pair of blue jeans, black high heeled boots and a white cashmere sweater, thinking how much fun it was acting like Michael Vaughn's wife.
Flashback
After organizing their stuff for the long flight they got comfortable in the large leather seats of first class. Vaughn leaned over and kissed Sydney. She was shocked and slightly awkward at first, however she began to fall into his body, savoring every moment.
"MMhh" someone cleared their throat in the aisle next to them. They hesitated separating their intertwined lips, not wanting the kiss to end, however they eventually did, looking up at the flight attendant who stood over Sydney. "Mrs. and Mr. Tom Greenford?"
"Yes…"
"Welcome aboard, would you like something to drink?" Sydney was about to ask for a coke when Vaughn cut in,
"Champagne please." He replied to Sydney's shocked face by saying, "Well we are on out honey moon!"
"You are?" The flight attendant suddenly warming up to them. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you; I am the luckiest man in the world." Vaughn looked deep into Sydney's deep brown eyes, as his piercing green eyes bore into hers, she knew he truly believed what he just said. The flight attendant walked away taking the hint.
"I love you." Vaughn said, catching Sydney off guard. She wasn't sure if he was saying it to Sydney Bristow or just as Tom Greenford talking to his new wife.
"I love you too." Sydney answered quickly, casting it off as simply meant to add to the alias. She looked away so that he wouldn't see that she was blushing, pretending to look for her book. Suddenly Vaughn's hand was on her shoulder and she looked up, sitting up to meet his eyes, although she was hesitant to.
"I'm serious, I love you," he paused, getting closer to her ear and whispering, "Sydney." She was shocked and overjoyed.
"I love you too Vaughn." She whispered in his ear. Their lips found each other again. Shortly thereafter, she fell asleep, he head on his shoulder as he stroked her hair.
End Flashback
They arrived to their luxurious hotel room in the extravagant Plaza D'Athene in the prime shopping district of Paris. Vaughn's impeccable French to the hotel clerck made her want his even more. "God he is sexy when he doesn't speak English." Sydney thought to herself, laughing at how absurd that sentence would sound if she said it outloud.
As they unpacked, discussing the mission, Sydney looked around the hotel room. It was beautiful with a terrace looking over the street. She went outside, letting the warm Paris air blow through her newly red tinted hair. Luckily her alias didn't force her to change her appearance much, other than wearing much fancier clothing than she usually would have, she was still Sydney. To Sydney's delight, Vaughn's appearance hadn't changed at all, his hair still sandy blonde, his eyes still piercing green however, his new fancier clothing showed off his amazing body
Throughout the day, they met with three of Vaughn's contacts to question them, each one more disappointing that the one that preceded it. Sydney's contacts were equally unhelpful.
"This is mountaineer and boyscout."
"Go ahead Syd." Marshall's friendly voice came through the phone as he made sure that their line was secure.
"Marshall is Kendall there?"
"Mountaineer I'm right here."
"Sir, we can't get anything, all the contacts have no idea of the whereabouts of Sark or what he is doing."
"Okay, well spend the night there and then you can come back."
"Roger that." Sydney hung up the phone and looked at Vaughn. He sat with his head in his hands at the edge of the bed. She sat down next to him and put her hand on his back rubbing her hands soothingly up and down.
"Everthing is going to be okay." He didn't respond. "Michael, We will find him, I promise." Vaughn looked up at the sound of her using his first name.
"He has had my back so many times Syd."
"I know." They lay back on the bed and both took a nap. By the time that Sydney woke up it was already 8:30 at night in Paris. Vaughn was in the shower. She took a deep breath and lay back on the bed, exhausted from the actions of the past days. Vaughn came out in a robe.
"Syd, I decided that while we are still in Paris we are going to go to dinner