"So I think we should take a trip."

She opened her eyes as the breeze played softly against her cheek. The sun's rays hit her face, warming her whole body as she lay on her side in the cool grass. Her stomach was full and they still had thirty minutes until they had to go back. Weiss and Nadia were around somewhere, taking a walk in the Park. She just wanted to lay around and rest.

Vaughn lay next to her as he played with a blade of grass. He scooted over to her and rolled her onto her back. Kissing her on the cheek, he trialed his lips slowly down until he reached her collarbone and stopped. His gaze shifted back up at her face and he smiled.

"A trip?" She asked, pulling her fingers through his hair. "To where?"

"Anywhere…" He replied rolling onto his back and turning his head towards her. "Hawaii, Jamaica, Australia, New Zealand… Sweden… Have you ever swam with the dolphins off the Caribbean Coast?"

His eyes twinkled at the thought and she let out a long sigh knowing that they would never have the time to do something like that. She was quite content here, not doing anything but lying in the grass with him with the sun out and people wondering past them like everything was normal…like nothing mattered…like those three years never happened. She enjoyed that feeling.

"No, I haven't." she said truthfully.

Rolling back on his side again, he smirked. "We should go sometime."

She took his hand and kissed his fingers. Then moving over closer to him, she snuggled against his chest and pulled his arm under her head for a pillow. His cologne smelled so good and she smiled remembering that she had bought it for his birthday.

"Hey you two… We should get back. It's almost one."

Opening her eyes, she realized that she had fallen asleep. She squinted to find Weiss and Nadia standing over them with huge grins on their faces. They looked like they were having the time of their lives together, they always looked like that. Never had she seen Weiss without a grin on his face when he was near her sister. Nadia was pretty much the same way.

"What time is it exactly?" she asked, sitting up and wondering how they had fallen asleep.

Vaughn stretched on the ground and yawned. His hair was more out of order than usual and his nicely pressed shirt was now in wrinkles with pieces of grass all over it. Luckily it was a dark blue shirt, meaning the grass hadn't stained it. He sat up and looked slightly dazed from his nap.

"Quarter till." Nadia replied in her Argentinean accent. "Just enough time to stop at the ice cream shop."

"Ice cream?" Vaughn repeated standing up. He turned around and helped Sydney up. "I'm up for some ice cream."

"Like I need it." Weiss said jokingly. "But she's never had Rocky Road ice cream and no American has not tried rocky road before. It's just not normal."

Once again Sydney wondered what normal really was. She had never experienced any sense of normalcy in her life. From the time she was born, her life had pretty much been a lie. Her mother a KGB agent and her father a CIA agent who happened to enjoy putting little codes in her crossword puzzles since she was six.

They began walking towards the subway station, taking a slight detour to the ice cream shop two blocks over. Sydney ordered one scoop of mint and she shared it generously with Vaughn, who happened to eat more than half as she spoon fed it to him. She smirked when she missed one time hitting his nose. He looked down at it pitifully and she whipped it off with her napkin.

Nadia and Weiss at first shared a Rocky Road cone. However it was a little too much sugar for her liking and she switched to a small chocolate cone, allowing Weiss to finish off the first ice cream. He did this happily.

"I have a couple hours of paperwork waiting on my desk." Weiss groaned as they stood in the maintenance room inside the subway terminal.

Sydney and Vaughn worked on the lock to get into the underground office. Once the door opened, they followed Nadia and Weiss into the long tunnel. All of them had a lot of paperwork to catch up. Just a week ago they had gotten back from a two week mission in France trying to stop a terrorist organization from blowing up a famous well populated castle built for a king three hundred years ago. Those two weeks added up to a long debrief paper and a lot of other legal office work to keep APO off the map.

"So, we should leave at around four-thirty if we're going to get to the restaurant on time." Vaughn told her as they walked to their desk, leaving the other two at the bull pen.

"I'll see you then?" Sydney sat down and looked up at him.

Nodding, he kissed her on the forehead and smiled. "Yeah, I'll see you then."

When he left, she turned in her chair and looked at her computer. Her debrief report was halfway finished and yet she still had a few more pages to go. This was part of her job she just didn't enjoy. Sure she loved reading literature and writing was fine and dandy; after all she was an English Literature graduate. However, writing debriefs was the dullest part of her job. She hated the amount of detail she had to put into it.

"Anytime now." She heard a voice from behind her and she turned her chair to find Dixon at his desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he smiled knowingly.

"What?" she asked, slightly unnerved by the fact that she hadn't noticed him standing there.

His smile grew on his face and he let his arms drop to his sides. "I said, anytime now."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that anytime now he is going to pop the question. I can feel it."

She rolled her eyes and then smiled embarrassingly. "No, he's not."

"Oh, believe me. I know it." Dixon replied with a nod. "So, this whole thing with Layton… What do you think about it?"

"I met him last year. He seemed like he was in his own world, like nothing around him really mattered. I tried to talk to him once but he just grumbled about something and walked away. Marshall would probably know more about him though… He's taken two million dollars out and what the heck is he going to do with all of it? What materials did he take that was unauthorized?" she leaned back in her chair and began to roll the questions in her head. "I wonder… I think Marshall knows a lot about this."

"I heard my name." Marshall's head peaked in and he grinned. "Hey, you're back from lunch."

She turned her chair to him and stood up. "Marshall, what do you know about James Layton?"

"The guy's a genius." he told her. "I mean, even I couldn't believe some of the stuff he knew. Quantum mechanics that seemed impossible to calculate in your head, he could do. He was kind of unsocial though. He didn't like being around people."

"What'd he ship out that got him fired?" Dixon asked, joining the conversation as he stood up and came to stand next to her. Folding his arms across his chest again, he listened as Marshall began to explain to them the massive amount of materials the man had taken out of the CIA storage units.

"Layton got his hands on a key card and copied a duplicate to get into the storage units. I mean, these are top access cards that no one but the top dogs can get their hands on. He took ammunition, artillery, explosives… you name something that's in the storage units and he's probably stolen one or a thousand of them. That's how he stocked up all that money in his Swedish account. He sold this stuff to the highest bidder and it was usually to terrorist networks in countries such as Iraq and Cuba. He basically sold arms to groups the CIA was trying to get rid of. Men on his side… well use to be on his side, died by the weapons he stole. Kinda freaky huh?" Marshall shrugged. "Anyway, he's been quiet ever since the money was transferred. Nothing else has been shipped in or out of his location.

"I better run, got a job to do. See you two later… have a nice day." Marshall left in a hurry, proud that he was needed more than any of the rest of them.

She smiled at him and crossed her arms as she tired to figure out what Layton was trying to do. What the heck was his endgame and why wasn't there any activity in his sector anymore? She turned about to head to her desk when Dixon began shaking his head.

"I don't understand why the CIA doesn't just grab him while they still can. What if we're too late and thousands of people die because of it?" Dixon grumbled not enjoying the idea.

Nodding, she agreed with him. If they waited, they may just have a chance at catching Sedgwick, the Dark Bomber. However, at the same time, they were also risking thousands of innocent lives. "I don't like it either. But it may allow us the chance to catch Sedgwick. The CIA seems more concerned about him than they are with Layton."

"Well the Dark Bomber is on Interpol's most wanted--." Dixon began saying then paused in mid-sentence to raise his eyebrows at something behind her.

Sydney turned to discover Nadia's head peaking through the doorway. "Nadia, something wrong?"

"No, just that Eric told me that he and Michael had to go on an errand… Something about Sloane needing some info from one of their contacts located at the safe house. They told me to tell you that we should just meet up at the restaurant instead of waiting for them. They don't know how long it will take them, but they said that they should be done before six." Nadia told her.

"Oh… okay. That's fine." Sydney replied still thinking about Layton. People joined the CIA with the knowledge that they were fighting for their country and its people. It wasn't just some random job. Layton had to already have all this planned out since he had turned rogue so soon after his recruit. "Head home at four thirty?"

"Sounds great. See you then." Nadia grinned and disappeared, leaving Dixon and Sydney to go over their debrief reports together.

When they were done, she rubbed her eyes and was glad to find Nadia waiting by the door. If anything, she was ready to get out of the office.