Title: If Only Once More
Arthur: Secret Agent Girl (SAG)
Rating: Hard PG-13 (mainly because I don't feel it's R
but a touch more than PG-13
'Ship: S/V
Spoilers: Everything is now officially fair game. (But I'm going spoiler free for the finale (god help me) so only as high as Countdown)
A/N: So I had SAT's this morning… BOO!! But I wanted to update so last night I typed this out, sent it to my beta and here I am. I hope you are all happy with this chapter, because I definitely am. AND, my Ducks play at 3 and I got a job. So right now life is pretty damn good. Hopefully I will have another part of this up soon and I am working on What Was Once Perfection but its slowing down because I'm having difficulty with some of the people. Vaughn keeps wanting to jump in and talk but it's just not his turn yet! And Mental Break, whoo, Jenn I promise I am thinking about it. Anyways, enjoy and review!! -SAG
Ch. 4
He sat there for a moment, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He could barely believe it, they had found her. As the words finally hit home, he rushed from his spot on his bed and headed straight for his dresser, grabbing the first suit he could get his hands on, hoping it matched, and began to dress. He had been buttoning his shirt when her voice filtered through his head. Shaking it vigorously, he tried to force it out, but it was persistent and strong.
"Look at you, Mr. CIA Man."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It's supposed to mean, 'Look at you, Mr. CIA Man.'" She laughed as he rolled his eyes, as he shrugged on his jacket. "Well, you always wear a suit. They call you in the middle of the night, suit. Go to work normally, suit. Go in on a weekend, suit. How many suits do you own?"
He shrugged his shoulders as he fixed his tie. "I don't know."
She let out a scoff. "Yeah right. Mr. 'Follow the rules anal OCD man' not know how many suits he has… I doubt it." She teased as she leaned over to him, looking to give him a kiss.
He turned his head and moved away from her. "I don't think so." He inwardly smiled at the shocked expression on her face. "Not until you apologize for that little remark. I am not anal or obsessive compulsive."
She smiled. "No. Way. I stand by my remark. Besides, I can hold out a lot longer than you can."
He eyed her for a moment, contemplating her statement. "Apologize."
"No."
"Apologize."
"No." She smiled.
He suddenly moved towards her and tackled her, sending her down onto the bed sideways as he lay behind her, his hands tickling her sides as her laughter burst out. "Surrender?" He mocked.
"Never." She managed to cough out in between laughs.
"Apologize."
"Never." She half yelled, half laughed.
He grabbed her by the wrists suddenly and flipped her so that she lay on her back, his knees straddling her midsection, her arms extended high above her head. "Apologize."
"Never." She breathed out as her heart began to speed up.
"Apologize." He murmured as he bent and began to place feather light kisses along her neck.
"No." She whispered softly, her voice deep. "Not if this is what you do to me when I don't."
He leaned back up to look at her for a second. "Just imagine what you could have done to you if you do apologize." He whispered before returning to her neck, this time running his tongue along a sensitive spot.
She shivered under his touch and let out a gasp. "I apologize. I'm sorry. So very, very sorry." She began to murmur as his tongue ran up and down her neck.
"Oh, now you're sorry. Baby you haven't even begun to be sorry yet." He whispered as he threw off his jacket and began to work the buttons on her shirt.
"You'll wrinkle your suit."
"Don't care. I have another 9 at home." He quickly whispered before capturing her lips in his own.
Vaughn blinked the tears out of his eyes as he pushed her voice from his head. "Stop it Michael." He whispered to himself. "They found her. She's fine."
He gathered his things and was about to leave the room when the phone rang.
He wondered what Weiss could possibly want now as he reached into his pocket and extracted his phone. Glancing at the caller ID his heart stopped. 'Sydney'. He fumbled to turn it on. "Sydney!? Baby, are you ok?" He stammered the second he turned it on.
"Mr. Vaughn…?" Vaughn's heart stopped cold. It wasn't Sydney.
"I'm sure you're aware that this isn't Sydney. Not to worry, though, she's still alive, if that's what you want to call it." Sark's voice was cold and calculated.
"Listen you sick son of a bitch, when I get my hands on you, you're going to wish Sydney had killed you in Siberia." Vaughn seethed as he gripped the phone tightly.
"Now, now. I'd watch what you say, Mr. Vaughn. I'd hate for anything to happen to Sydney, least anything more."
"If you even lay a finger on her…"
"Now," Sark interrupted. "Either you come to us, with what we want, or your lovely girlfriend, well I'd hate to spoil the surprise."
Vaughn couldn't believe his ears. "I'm going to destroy you Sark. Mark my…" he was cut off by a sound in the background. As her voice filtered through to his ears, tears swelled in his eyes.
"VAUGHN! Don't listen to him! Don't do anything!! Vaughn! Vaughn! MICHAEL!!"
His breath caught in his throat as he heard Sark slam the phone off. Grabbing his keys, he bolted from the room and into his car, peeling out of his driveway.
Breaking several traffic laws, Vaughn made it to the ops center in record time. He flew through the main floor, desperately searching for Weiss in the throng of agents as they swarmed the facility. He finally found him, standing with Jack and Kendall.
"Nice of you to finally join us, Agent Vaughn." Kendall's voice met him as he approached the group.
"Well I would have been here sooner but I had an interesting phone call from Sark." Vaughn stated angrily. "If there was any speculation about whether or not she was with them, don't bother. I can confirm it." His voice softened as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"He told you he had her?" Weiss asked incredulously.
"Not only did he tell me, but he used her phone to call me."
"That's not all of it, is it?" Jack asked, sensing something in the younger agent.
"No." Vaughn whispered as his gaze dropped to his shoes.
- VAUGHN! Don't listen to him! Don't do anything!! Vaughn! Vaughn! MICHAEL!! -
"I heard her…in the background…calling out." His voice shook as her screams filtered through his mind. She had sounded so desperate, in so much pain.
"What did Sark say?" Weiss asked after a moment, hoping to gain Vaughn's focus back.
"That if I didn't show with what they wanted he was going to hurt her more."
"What do you mean more?" Weiss's voice began to shake.
"He gave the impression that he had already done… damage to her." Vaughn choked out.
- She's still alive, if that's what you want to call it –
"You said you found her?" Vaughn pressed, forcing Sark's voice from his memory.
"Yes." Kendall stepped in. "In a warehouse in the south east of Italy."
"Then why the hell are we still here?!" Vaughn kept his voice moderately low but it didn't mask the frustration he was feeling.
"Because, Agent Vaughn, we don't go in without a full team." Kendall's voice rose, challengingly.
"Then assemble a team!" Vaughn countered, this time his voice raising.
"Agent Vaughn! You will not presume to tell me how to do my job! We have a place where Sark was spotted 2 days ago. They may or not be there anymore. Take your phone to Marshall. Have him track Sark's call depending on the results, we may just move in." Kendall shouted back, before stalking off, the eyes of many people in the facility following him.
Jack, who had been silent since Vaughn's admission stepped up to the younger agent and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll get her back."
He turned to leave when Vaughn called out to him. "He won't hesitate to kill her."
Jack whipped around and glared at Vaughn. "Excuse me?!"
"Sark. When he called he said, that if I didn't give them what they wanted… his exact words were, 'either you come to us, with what we want, or she, well I'd hate to spoil the surprise'." Vaughn spat out viciously.
"Agent Vaughn, I understand you have… feelings … for my daughter but I think…"
"Don't belittle what I feel for your daughter Jack. Not when she is in this much trouble." He met Jack's gaze on full force. "Not when she could not come home." His voice had started out strong but by the time he had finished, his pitch had dropped considerably and tears were threatening to form. Vaughn blinked them away, not allow that to be an option as he kept his eyes locked with Jack's.
"Go get Marshall to track that call immediately. If it's a match, we leave in 30 minutes, with or without Kendall's consent." Jack stated simply before turning and walking away.
10 minutes later Vaughn had his confirmation. Vaughn grabbed the sheets from Marshall, and after making a pit stop to inform Weiss to gear up, ran to find Jack.
"Jack! Jack!" He hollered as he ran up to him. "It's a match."
"Get supplies from Op. Tech. I'll meet you and Agent Weiss at the air port in 20 minutes." Jack turned on his heel and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Vaughn watched his retreating form for only a moment before rushing off to Op. Tech. The realization that in a few hours he could be holding Sydney again, just beginning to sink in