Thanks so much to everyone who's been reading this, and especially to everyone who has replied. I didn't actually think people would be interested.
The usual disclaimer applies. Not mine.
A/N: This chapter is kind of long. I think I might have rambled on. I apologize for any bad jokes, as well as my poor attempts at humour. The next chapter will probably be better. I hope.
Oh, and I realized I should probably add a rating. So, I think 14A is best.
(this is a Canadian rating, the same one the show has here.)

Chapter 3: The Most Perfect Man Alive

"You know what? Men like you make the rest of us look bad. I can't believe you."

Vaughn looked up from the debrief he was writing. "Weiss, what are you talking about?"

"Nice you idiot." He gave Vaughn a look of friendly disgust. "Your girlfriend told my girlfriend about that little excursion after your last op."

Vaughn grinned. "That was pretty good. And keep your voice down. Sloane doesn't know."

"What? How did you keep that one quiet? Nadia said that Syd said that Jack was livid when you got back. I would have expected him to go to Sloane to have you fired. Or buried."

"He was pretty pissed. I was actually a little afraid for my life." Vaughn looked back at his computer screen.

"So! How are you not in little pieces under Jack's porch?" Weiss whispered "If there's a trick to this, I'm gonna need to know it once Sloane figures out I'm dating his daughter."

Vaughn laughed. "No trick. Syd talked him down. He just gave us a good lecture and told us to say we ran into a storm over the Atlantic and had to detour." Vaughn typed that last fact into his debrief. "He mentioned something about not getting caught next time, too."

"Whoa. Wait. Jack Bristow, the man more scary than most international terrorists, is covering for you. The man dating his daughter." Weiss shook his head. "I don't believe it. You're lying." His face suddenly lit up. "Ohh. Good one. This is about me calling you boring isn't it? You almost had me. Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn rerouting a plane. The people who wouldn't even go bowling on a work night? I think not. Nice try." Weiss rolled himself back over to his computer. "Rerouting a plane," he laughed. "Yeah right."

Vaughn looked over at his friend. "Believe what you want. Just don't say anything to Sloane."

Nadia looked over her desk at Sydney. "I still can't believe he took you to Nice. That is so incredibly romantic."

Sydney gave a big grin. "I know. I just about cried."

"God. I've never had a man do something like that for me." Nadia sighed. "Your boyfriend might just be the most perfect man alive." She shook her head. "Something like that wouldn't even cross Eric's mind."

"I don't know. Give Weiss a chance. He can be pretty sweet when he wants to." Sydney smiled mysteriously.

"What was that look? Oh there is so a story there. You have to tell me."

Sydney bit her lip. "Okay. Last year after I came back I was pretty depressed. I mean, Vaughn was married, one of my best friends was dead, the other one was in witness protection, and my apartment had burned down."

Nadia clucked her tongue in sympathy. "That must have sucked."

"It really, really did. And Weiss sort of took care of me for a while. He got me an apartment right next door to him, came over and got drunk with me a couple times. He was just a really good friend." She paused. "One day he asked me what I missed the most that I didn't have anymore. Besides obviously, Vaughn. I told him that I used to have a first edition Alice and Wonderland, that our mother gave me." She smiled and shook her head, remembering. "So, a few days later I was low about something or other. He came over to my desk at the end of the day, and he gave me a third edition of Alice and Wonderland. He wanted to get the first, but it was a gazillion dollars apparently."

"Awww." Nadia fanned her eyes. "I'm going to cry. Okay. I'm better" She took several deep breaths.

Weiss came over and sat down in between Nadia and Sydney. "That was a great story about Nice, by the way. I almost believed it."

Nadia burst into tears. "You. . . You're just . . ." She hugged him fiercely, still crying.

Weiss looked at Sydney in alarm. She winked and mouthed "PMS." He rolled his eyes as Sydney got up, laughing silently, and went to talk to Vaughn.

"Hey."

"Hey." Sydney sat down next to her boyfriend. "So we should probably compare debriefs from Libery Village. So that there's no confusion as to what happened."

"Great idea. You read mine, I'll read yours." Vaughn handed her a stack of papers.

"Did you write a book? Mine's like five pages long."

"Did you do the whole operation? Or just the plane ride?"

"Shut up." Sydney began to skim over his work. "So I heard Weiss doesn't believe we actually went to Nice."

"Nope." Vaughn grabbed a pen of his desk and made a note on one of her pages. "He seems to think we made the story up in response to his comment about being boring." Vaughn's forehead wrinkled as he read something. "It was easy to take down the other couple? I thought you were an English major."

"Are we editing? I thought we were just reading. And what's wrong with that sentence?" She took a pen off his desk and scribbled something on his paper. "Did you mention to him about not saying anything to Sloane?"

"Yep. As for you're sentence 'it is' is poor grammar. And 'easy is an over used adjective." He looked up "What did you just right down?"

"Nothing." Sydney looked up innocently "And easy is an adverb, not an adjective" She frowned when she read something on his debrief. "Was it really necessary to mention the comment made about our 'intimacy issues?'"

"I thought that it was a good pointer, that on your next mission you should try to stay in cover a little better." He looked up as Sydney scrawled something out. "Is there a problem with something on my debrief?"

"Yeah, you're being too wordy a lot of the time." She gave him a tight smile "And what exactly was wrong with my behaviour on this mission? Most of the time you acted as stoic as my dad." She looked down wrote something else down. "I'm surprised they even believed we were dating, let alone married."

"I'm sorry if I'm being to wordy. I was just trying to properly describe the situation so that our superiors actually know what happened." He looked up defensively. "So now I'm like your dad?"

"Well you're being about as critical as he is in your op report." She looked at him nastily. "According to this my sub-par performance nearly cost us our mission."

"I didn't say that!"

"No it took you about three paragraphs! I was trying to summarize it so that we're not sitting here until the next ice age."

"Part of every debrief is to criticize your partner! I was trying to be helpful!"

"Fine!" Sydney grabbed her report out of his hands. "I guess I'll just go make a few changes. To make sure I've been 'helpful' enough." She stood up angrily.

The whole office was looking at them. Including her father. She gulped and walked over to her desk, her father's eyes following her across the room. Nadia was sitting a few feet away, trying to fix her eyeliner. "So how much of that did everyone hear?"

"Everything was crystal clear from 'sub-par performance'. Your father poked his head out his office door at 'three paragraphs'." Nadia grimaced. "So I guess you and Vaughn had a bit of a fight."

"Yeah." Sydney lay her head down on her desk miserably. "You want to go for lunch now?"
"Okay." Nadia stood up and grabbed her bag. "Where do you want to go?"

They walked through the tunnel. "I think I need McDonald's."

"How childish." Nadia gave her sister a warm smile.

"It's about how I'm feeling." Sydney swiped her card to let them out.

"Aww. You'll make up. And just think about how much fun that will be." She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Sydney grinned. "Yeah. So, where did Weiss go. Last time I checked you were getting your eyeliner all over his tie."

"Leave me alone. It's PMS. Not my fault." They walked up the stairs to street level. "McDonald's has ice cream right? Because I need ice cream. Preferably chocolate."

"Ice cream sounds excellent. Yes they do. I recommend the hot fudge sundae."

A few minutes later Sydney and Nadia sat at a bright red table, with a sundae and a big mac apiece. "I'm going to get fat you know. This has to have like a thousand calories." Nadia grimaced. That's half of what we're supposed to eat in a day."

"It's comfort food. Comfort food has zero calories, because stress burns calories. And I think a big mac actually has like two thousand."

"I didn't want to know that." Nadia put her burger down. "Now look. You've ruined my lunch."

"No, no. Think rationally my dear sister. Our proffession has a higher stress level than any other, except air traffic control. Think of the calories we burn on missions. Never mind the calories we burn worrying about our boyfriends."

"So really, if we didn't eat like this we would become emaciated."

"Exactly."

Nadia picked up her burger again, and took a large bite. Then all of a sudden a horrified look came over her face.

"What? What is it? Did you find a chicken head in your burger?"

Nadia looked down and shielded her face with her hand. "It's them."

"Who?" Sydney turned to look over her shoulder at the door, but Nadia grabbed her before she could see anything.

"Don't look! They'll see us."

"Who!"
"Eric and Vaughn."

"So? Vaughn and I have to make up sometime. Might as well be now." She tried to stand up, but Nadia had a death grip on her arm.

"We're eating burgers. Burgers are not date food. No one can look sexy while eating a burger. Let alone a Big Mac." She looked at Sydney like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Are we in high school? Besides you look fine." She shook of Nadia's grip on her arm. "Just wipe the ketchup off your chin."

"No! Sydney, please!" It was too late. Eric spotted them from the lineup to order. He nudged Vaughn, as Sydney began to walk toward them, a tentative smile on her face. Vaughn turned to Weiss and said something, then made his way over to Sydney, the same sheepish smile on his face.

"Hey."

"Hey." Sydney looked down. "I'm sorry. I was being kind of nasty. I don't take criticism well, constructive or not."

"That's okay. I'm sorry too. I wasn't exactly tactful either. And I was being too critical." Vaughn pulled Sydney into a hug. She sighed, and breathed him in. "I'm not really like you're dad, am I?"

Sydney laughed, and pulled back a little. "No, not really." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently. "I'd let you know quite clearly if you were."

"Thank God."

"Okay you two, as sweet as this is, there are children present. And this tray is heavy." Weiss looked at Vaughn pointedly.

Vaughn took the tray and they made their way over to where Nadia was sitting, trying to maintain her dignity while she ate a burger about an inch thicker that she could bite through.

"So," said Weiss smiling broadly. "McDonalds. A woman after my own heart."

"For the record, this was Sydney's idea." Nadia retorted.

"Really?" asked Vaughn. He turned to his girlfriend "You're usually so anti-calorie."

"Are you calling me fat?" Sydney raised her eyebrows.

"No!" Vaughn looked horrified. "I was just- but-"

Sydney and Nadia laughed. The four agents ate slowly, not eager to get back to work. They finally finished and began to walk back to the subway station. "You know, I'm still kind of hungry." Sydney said.

"Me too." Nadia looked thoughtful. "You know, whenever I eat McDonald's, I don't feel full after. I just feel different."

"I know what you mean." Sydney stared thoughtfully into space. Then she perked up. "Look, a hot dog stand."

"You two cannot possibly be serious." Weiss looked at them in disbelief. "I just saw you both eat a big mac, a super size fry and a sundae each."

"So? We're growing girls." Nadia looked at her sister. "I could really go for a pretzel too."

"How are you both not the size of whales!"

They finally arrived back at the ops centre, fifteen minutes late. Jack was there to lecture them all on tardiness, and protocol. "You know this is a secret operation. Four of you cannot come back TOGETHER! What if you were being followed?" He turned to Sydney and Vaughn. "I expected better from you two," He added in a furious whisper. "especially after that little stunt you pulled in Nice a few days ago!" He stalked off in the general direction of his office.

Weiss' mouth was open. "You seriously went to NICE!" He yelled. "I can't believe you rerouted that plane!"

"Rerouted what plane?" Sloane asked from behind Weiss' back.

"You know Nadia, we'd better get back to work. Why don't we trade those reports on the possible terrorist cells in Zurich. See if we can't come up with something."

"Excellent idea." Nadia agreed quickly. "See you two later!"

"So, you rerouted a plane to Nice? Was there a purpose to this?"

I hope you liked it! I'm sorry if the characters were a little off, especially Nadia. I'm finding it hard to write her, because she hasn't really been developed on the show yet.