Disclaimer: George Steinbrenner has a better chance of owning ALIAS than I
do. Therefore, I do not own ALIAS. I never have, and never will.
A/N: You all must hate me. I've been posting really short chapters... well, I promise you, this 'un is a long 'un.
The plane carrying the tactical team had to make an emergency landing in Paris. There was a problem with one of the engines, and, odds were, the agents would be grounded for at least twenty four hours. So, Vaughn and Weiss decided to take a little field trip to the Eiffel Tower.
"You know, the view from up here is amazing." Weiss remarked.
"You've never been to the Eiffel Tower?" Vaughn asked, amazed.
"Well, I've never really been in Paris with a day to kill, either." Weiss reminded him.
"Yeah, but, never seeing the Eiffel Tower?" Vaughn asked. "Come on, man!"
Weiss sighed. "I am on government salary, you know."
"So am I! I, however, HAVE seen the Eiffel Tower!" Vaughn exclaimed.
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but maybe some of us haven't been on our honeymoons yet with evil, backstabbing... oh, wait, that's something I'm not allowed to reveal yet. Hold on! Rewind! !no dloH .tey laever ot dewolla ton m'I gnihtemos s'taht ,tiaw ,ho ...gnibbatskcab ,live, Play!, with our wonderful, lovely, wives." Weiss replied.
"Riiiiight" Vaughn said, rolling his eyes.
"Let's just get off the subject of the Eiffel Tower, s'il vous plaît." Weiss requested.
"I suppose..." Vaughn sighed. "Hey... why do you think the aliens captured Sydney, anyway?"
"How should I know?!" Weiss asked. "Maybe because she's the hottest woman on the planet, and they need some entertainment up there in outer space."
"That is probably the dumbest thing that I have ever heard, and that's including some of the stuff I'VE said." Vaughn replied.
"Yeah right" Weiss muttered. To Vaughn he said, "Including your alien abduction suggestion?"
"Yes! That was not a stupid suggestion! Apparently, I was right!" Vaughn exclaimed.
"Before you start some lame white boy dance..." Weiss began, but was interrupted by Vaughn's phone ringing.
"Hello?" Vaughn asked, holding up a finger to tell Weiss he would need a minute.
"No duh, Sherlock" Weiss murmured.
"No, dear, Yes, dear. Whatever you say... hey, no, I love you, too. Bye, honey." Vaughn closed the phone.
"Lauren?" Weiss asked.
"Yeah. Apparently, something happened with her mother." Vaughn replied.
"Yet another piece in the Covenant Puzzle." Weiss muttered.
"What was that?" Vaughn asked, staring menacingly at Weiss.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Weiss replied, a thin smile on his lips. "I think we should go to the hotel and get some sleep. After all, they could get the plane up and running sooner than expected."
"I don't know... you go back. I think I'm going to be a bit longer." Vaughn told him.
"All right, see you." Weiss said, waving as he got onto the elevator that would take him back down to ground level.
Vaughn walked around the top most level of the tower for a good hour after Weiss had left. He was pondering over things, especially the alien issue he faced.
"I wonder... I wonder..." He muttered, before heading back to the hotel.
A/N: You all must hate me. I've been posting really short chapters... well, I promise you, this 'un is a long 'un.
The plane carrying the tactical team had to make an emergency landing in Paris. There was a problem with one of the engines, and, odds were, the agents would be grounded for at least twenty four hours. So, Vaughn and Weiss decided to take a little field trip to the Eiffel Tower.
"You know, the view from up here is amazing." Weiss remarked.
"You've never been to the Eiffel Tower?" Vaughn asked, amazed.
"Well, I've never really been in Paris with a day to kill, either." Weiss reminded him.
"Yeah, but, never seeing the Eiffel Tower?" Vaughn asked. "Come on, man!"
Weiss sighed. "I am on government salary, you know."
"So am I! I, however, HAVE seen the Eiffel Tower!" Vaughn exclaimed.
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but maybe some of us haven't been on our honeymoons yet with evil, backstabbing... oh, wait, that's something I'm not allowed to reveal yet. Hold on! Rewind! !no dloH .tey laever ot dewolla ton m'I gnihtemos s'taht ,tiaw ,ho ...gnibbatskcab ,live, Play!, with our wonderful, lovely, wives." Weiss replied.
"Riiiiight" Vaughn said, rolling his eyes.
"Let's just get off the subject of the Eiffel Tower, s'il vous plaît." Weiss requested.
"I suppose..." Vaughn sighed. "Hey... why do you think the aliens captured Sydney, anyway?"
"How should I know?!" Weiss asked. "Maybe because she's the hottest woman on the planet, and they need some entertainment up there in outer space."
"That is probably the dumbest thing that I have ever heard, and that's including some of the stuff I'VE said." Vaughn replied.
"Yeah right" Weiss muttered. To Vaughn he said, "Including your alien abduction suggestion?"
"Yes! That was not a stupid suggestion! Apparently, I was right!" Vaughn exclaimed.
"Before you start some lame white boy dance..." Weiss began, but was interrupted by Vaughn's phone ringing.
"Hello?" Vaughn asked, holding up a finger to tell Weiss he would need a minute.
"No duh, Sherlock" Weiss murmured.
"No, dear, Yes, dear. Whatever you say... hey, no, I love you, too. Bye, honey." Vaughn closed the phone.
"Lauren?" Weiss asked.
"Yeah. Apparently, something happened with her mother." Vaughn replied.
"Yet another piece in the Covenant Puzzle." Weiss muttered.
"What was that?" Vaughn asked, staring menacingly at Weiss.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Weiss replied, a thin smile on his lips. "I think we should go to the hotel and get some sleep. After all, they could get the plane up and running sooner than expected."
"I don't know... you go back. I think I'm going to be a bit longer." Vaughn told him.
"All right, see you." Weiss said, waving as he got onto the elevator that would take him back down to ground level.
Vaughn walked around the top most level of the tower for a good hour after Weiss had left. He was pondering over things, especially the alien issue he faced.
"I wonder... I wonder..." He muttered, before heading back to the hotel.