Sorry I havent updated in a really long time, I've just been really busy! This chapter isnt really great, but I think its Ok. Its pretty much just a filler chapter.

"Kasavinci. Welcome back." Arvin Sloane exclaimed. There was just something about this petite man that just irked me, and I was trying my best to prevent it from showing. Especially after the hours I had to spend down in the basement yesterday.

Not fun stuff, I must tell you. With Vaughn now standing by my side, I must say I felt a little less intimidated by the man I hated more than anymore else in the world. "I've detailed the mission specs in this file. You leave tonight."

'Wow, you don't waste no time at all do you there Sloane.' I thought to myself as Sloane slid two files across the table, then seemed to engross himself in a file on his computer.

The man couldn't even take the time out of his day to tell us where we were going, or who after.

I grabbed my file off of the desk in front of me, smiled and nodded, then turned to leave. Vaughn, however, stayed to talk to his father. About what? I found myself wondering. Me, my psych eval, oh whatever I give up. I picked up my pace and headed to Vaughn's office to over view the file.

I couldn't help but shake my head as I pressed my thumb against the bio-metric scanner. After 2 years they can't find the time to reset there security settings? The door slid open, and I walked in, glaring at the walls, trying to figure out if they had changed one thing. Just one thing. Nothing. And they call themselves an intelligence agency.

I thumbed through the file, not really taking too much care into reading it, but a certain photo caught my eye.

"Damn it! Not you again!" I said out loud.

I had long gotten rid of the careless 20 year old, but apparently not. Julian Sark was back, and I was not looking forward to having to bring him in.

Our alias's; Vaughn was now Chris Talahan, his costume was pretty much full out; he died his hair a ebony brown, and covered up his green eyes with dark contacts. I was Alexandria Melhana. My costume was just a shoulder length brown wig.

Our mission: we go too London's newest clubs grand opening, Sark, if the new tech guy is correct, will be there too. Since Sark had never actually seen my face, or been any where near me, I was on point. My job is too put on a huge show dancing with Vaughn, and attempt to get him to cut in. Knowing Sark, it shouldn't be too hard. I'm to plant a tracker & sleeper pill on him, and once I give Vaughn a signal, he is to cut in before things get out of hand. We will follow him and activate the sleeper once he's in an area where we can get him.

MIDFLIGHT

"So," Vaughn started nerviously looking up from the book he was reading. "How does 2 weeks in Italy sound?" He asked me, causing my heart to stop beating with excitement.
I grinned, "Really, really great!" I said excitedly.
"Awesome." Vaughn ansered, his usual calm nature coming back, but not before flashing me a big smile. He went back to reading his book, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

LONDON

As Vaughn lead me through the crowded dance floor, I couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked tonight. Vaughn stopped me on the edge of the dance floor, and we scanned the club for Sark.

"I see him, over there." I motioned with my eyes to where Julian Sark was sitting with a group of other men. Vaughn and I moved across the floor to be nearer to Sark. I let Vaughn take over the control of the dance, so I could just focus on doing things to get the attention of Sark. It took me a while, but after nearly throwing myself into Vaughn a few times, I caught Sark looking my way in interest.

"He's looking." Vaughn nodded and looked me in the eye, his dark colored eyes stareing into mine.

"I'll be fine, don't worry." I almost laughed at his concern. Vaughn's head ducked into my neck. When I faced Sark once again, I knew I had his full interest. I lifed my hand from Vaughn's back and curled my index finger at Sark, motioning for him to come closer.

"Me?" He mouthed, not quite sure what I was saying. Raising my eyebrows, I gave him the answer. I honestly wanted to just say no to that question, because I sure liked being with Vaughn again, and I knew that even if we weren't on a mission, he'd be doing the same thing he is now.

"He's coming." Vaughn lifted his face from my neck, a slight grimance set on his face before it turned back into a smirk. We both turned on our ear pieces, then Sark tapped me on my shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" Sark's heavily accented voice exclaimed.

"Fuck off!" Vaughn exclaimed in his thick British accent that he was putting on. It was all going as planned so far.

"No, Chris, its ok." I spoke, my accent ending up being more Irish than British, but it really didn't make to much of a difference.

Sark grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the dance floor before Vaughn had even let go of my back.

"Just a little impatient?"

"Only a little." Sark said pulling me close. He had briefly asked my name,

"Alexandria, do know what I want?" He asked.right into my ear that my invisible com was in. I pulled the tracker and sleeper from my pocket, and planted it on the nape of his neck.

"No, not a clue, but I do know what I want." I whispered softly as my head tipped up to meet his, giving him the answer he wanted. His lips met mine in a slow, tentative kiss.

Vaughn's voice came into my ear in a very low voice.

"Ok, so I'm a dumb ass. We need him off alone, so go with him if he wants to take you somewhere, and if he doesn't mention it, then you take him some where. I know, I don't like the idea, but it will work. Oh, and by the way, I am sitting here listening to another guy kiss my girlfriend."

I almost started to laugh, but I couldn't, Sark's tongue was in the way. When we broke apart, I whispered
"So, what did you want, baby." I put my hands on his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt, not looking him in the eye and wishing I was somewhere else, anywhere else.

"I want you." His answer was simple, and those three words just made my job so much easier.

"Good, 'cause I want you. Tonight." I smiled.

I hated this guy. Hated. Why did I choose this type of carrier. I cant stand this part of it. Why the hell cant I just kill him right now.

By the time that Sark had lead me up to his room, I was getting just a little ready to kill him. Once the door was shut, I tried to take him down. Sark was good though. He oviously had advanced training, just as much as me. But a carefully aimed kick, sent him flying back agianst the wall. Luckily, the wall knocked him out so I didnt have to worry about it. Then from down stairs at the club I heard gun shots, lots of them. My heart sank, and I frantically turned on my com.

"Vaughn! Vaughn!"

There was no awnser.

So please R/R because I could really use some help on what to write next. I have the chapter written, but if you guys could add something else, that would be great!