INTERUPTED

Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or it's character, unfortunatley. But I do own Logan, Mevon, Nightonand Nicks.

The alarm went off. 4'oclock as always a delicate but strong hand reached out from under the covers to turn off the alarm. The covers were pushed back and a young woman in her twenties stretched after a night of little sleep. She looked at the clock, stood up and walked to the shower. This was no ordinary woman, but a top secret agent for the CIA. Her name. . . . Sydney Bristow.

After a refreshing shower she wrapped her perfectly toned body in a light blue towel and began to dry her shoulder length light brown hair. Just as she finished her mobile rang. She answered it immediately.

"Yep. Ok. I'll be right in," she said quickly.

She hung up then muttered to herself, "So much for the morning run. I'll have to do more tomorrow."

So instead of her shorts and t-shirt lying on the bed, she slipped on a pair of black pants, a singlet and a black jacket, grabbed her mobile and car keys. Then slipped her gun into the inside pocket of her jacket and headed to the door.

Once inside the car, she slotted in the keys and turned the ignition. She pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the normally busy streets of Los Angeles. As she made her way through the deserted streets she became lost in her own thoughts of the night before. He had kissed her! Why had he done that? Did he really care for her like that or was it something else?

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a car horn. She had stopped in the middle of a car park that was under a sleek skyscraper. She pulled into a park and turned the keys. Before getting out she leaned back and rested her head on the head rest. She closed her eyes and then opened them again.

"Vaughn," she sighed.

She couldn't stay in here forever, after all he was her handler and she had to know!

She walked through the tinted sliding doors of the building. To most it was just another business skyscraper in the middle of a busy city but, to the few that knew the truth it was the Los Angeles CIA headquaters. And to Sydney Bristow it was part home. As she started towards a room of to her left a short man with black hair and large nose and chin, hurried towards her waving his arm.

"Syd!" he called.

"Hey Marshall I'm kind of in a hurry."

"Dixon wants to see you in de-brief,"

"I know. That's where I'm headed. He called me," she said as she continued walking towards the room.

As she pushed open the door everyone in the room turned to look at her then turned their attention to a tall, black man standing in front of a screen at the front of the room. This was Dixon, director of the CIA. Sydney sat down in the only remaining sat, next to her father and across from agent Michael Vaughn. Only one person had stayed focused on her and it was him. She glanced away.

He started thinking, Does she regret what I did? I need to talk to her!

" Agent Vaughn. Are you listening?" Dixon questioned. Vaughn nodded. "Good." Dixon paused as he picked up a remote and pointed it at the screen, with the push of a button a man's face appeared on the screen.

Dixon continued, "This man is John Arcavick. He recently hired a team of rouge agents." Dixon once again pointed the remote at the screen, another face appeared. "David Mevon- head of the team and weapons specialist," another face appeared "Harry Nicks- transport," a third and fourth face appeared, "and finally James Logan- hacker and Heather Nighton- trained agent and assassin. All worked for the CIA until a few years back when they turned rouge. Now Arcavick's hired them to assassinate someone inside the CIA. Someone we know to be an important asset. Our sources are still trying to determine who that person is. We know they are presently on the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia. Agents Bristow and Vaughn you will be going in as a couple on a holiday. You will take a team and find them before they find us. Dismissed"

Sydney got out of her chair to leave De-brief. At the door she stopped and took three deep breaths then continued walking. Then, "Syd, wait!" It was Vaughn calling. When he got near enough he gently placed his hand on her arm and steered her towards one of the silent rooms. They went into the room and when the door was safely closed behind them he turned her to face him.

" I meant it you know," he whispered softly.

There was an awkward silence and you could have heard a pin drop. His hands hung at his sides but he slowly moved one up. He looked deep into her eyes never wavering. His hand reached her cheek and he stroked it gently.

She held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity, then turned her head. He cupped her cheek and she tilted her head into his warm hand. He turned her head to look into his eyes once more.

"Syd…"he trailed of and looked unsure but kept going.

"I meant it, the kiss, everything," he spoke so softly, like a whisper in the breeze.

She opened her mouth to speak but he lightly pressed a finger to her lips.

"I wanted to do that for so long. Every time in de-brief I had to force myself to try and remember what we were supposed to be talking about when all I want to do is kiss you and that I can't sleep at night when you go away on missions. I wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you, even with that bozo hair and I'm never going to regret it…. Ever."

With that he leant down passionately kissed her soft lips. As he turned to go Syd closed her fingers around his hand. He turned back just as she leaned up to kiss him gracefully. He placed his on her neck and tilted her head back ever so slightly, then moved the other to the small of her back and pressed her against him. His heart pounded as he breathed in the sweet smell of strawberries from her hair, her skin was as soft as silk and when he touched it, a shock was sent surging through his body. He never wanted to let go.

The kiss deepened as she moved her arms up and locked them around his neck. He was so gentle, yet firm and reassuring. She felt safe in his arms, something she'd never really felt before. Her heart raced while her mind was only on them. Right now there was no one else. Neither of them would break apart, they would stay there content for an eternity but of course just then Weiss walked in and they broke apart and tried to hide what they had been doing.

You see in the CIA there are rules and regulations against everything, especially that!

Once again they had been interrupted. That seemed to be happening a lot.

"Dude, that must have been some seriously good news you just got. Oh and I was supposed to tell you that you plane leaves in half an hour. Yours to Syd, since you are on the same plane."

"What are you on about Weiss?"

"Well you have the biggest grin I've seen since the cat on 'Alice and Wonderland' and you," he said turning to Syd "look like a school girl who's just been caught with her boyfriend by the teacher."

Then he left the room wearing a smirk that neither of them could see.

"I….umm…have to pack," she said leaving the room.

He starred after her.

"I love you," he sighed to himself, as he was never able to say it to her. Damn those interruptions! What was that would out to get him or something, he was only asking for two minutes…two minutes! Was that really too much to ask from the world?

I know it's short but it's my first fanfic. Please review. What do you think? yay? nay?