I went into total panic mode, my pulse quickened and I felt my head go
light.
Possibilities kept running through my brain.
What if he's injured, or worse.
That thought kept running through my brain, which was also telling me
to get a gun and go figure out what the hell was going on down there, but my
body refused to move.
Footsteps hurriedly approached the door, and then I finally could regain control of my body.
I quickly hid behind the wall, waiting for the door to open.
The creak of the door sent shivers down my spine, but then I heard a voice.

"Hanna?" It was Vaughn!

I step out from behind the wall and ran up too him, embracing him quickly.

"Oh thank god! What's going on down there?" I exclaimed quickly.

"I'll tell you in a bit, but right now we've got to get out of here." His voice remained calm, but I could see the lines of worry across his forehead.

"What about him?" I motioned to the unconscious Sark.

"Were going to have to leave him, we've got to go, like now."

Without another word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me a little bit out of the room.

We stood in the middle of the hall for a half of a second, looking for a way out.

There was only one way out of here, and that was the main stairs.

"Shit!" Vaughn whispered as the loud cluck of footsteps headed up the stairs.

Then, my body had returned to agent mode, and I quickly devised a plan.

"Vaughn, were going to have to jump!" I said as I pulled him back into the room.

"What?" He questioned, a puzzled look formed across his face.

"This is no time to all the sudden think before you make every move, Michael! Just jump!" I nearly screamed at him before I kicked through the glass window.

We were only two stories up, and beneath the window was nicely located cardboard dumpster.

One of the things I hated most about jumping out of building was that most of the time you had to land in something disgusting, but I just prayed that people remembered that cardboard isn't a form of garbage.

I flung myself out the window and rolled in to a protective ball in the split second I had before I felt the wind be knocked out of me as I hit the pile of cardboard.

No sooner than I had moved out of the way, Vaughn jumped out of the window as well.

Within seconds, we were both on our feet, running at top speed, trying desperately to out run the steady stream of bullets being shot at us.

Luckily, we had parked the car just a block from the club, with which we managed to escape with.

Cerepovec

After numerous debriefs the following day, we were finally allowed to go home.

On the drive back to the house, I noticed Vaughn seemed very nervous, and fidgety.

Almost like he was on the plane to London.

"Ok, what the hell is going on?" I said lightly, smiling at him.

"I don't know what is going on?" He replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I don't know you tell me!" I laughed.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He smiled at me quickly before looking back to the road.

"Alrighty then."

When we did pull up at the house, despite his best efforts, Vaughn looked extremely nervous.

This time I didn't say anything, just walked up the steps calmly, the exact opposite of the speed Vaughn was taking them at.

Just as I reached to open the door, he swung it open for me.

Shooting him an 'ok, what is going on' type of look, I put my hand back to my side.

When I did step inside the house, my nose could detect the faint smell of candles, and some type of flowers, but before I had a chance to see anything, Vaughn covered my eyes with his hands.

"Alright, now something is going on, what is it?" I questioned him.

"Would you just shut up!" He joked, leading me through the massive house.

"Ok, promise you won't open your eyes for at least 10 seconds?"

"5!" I counter acted.

"8, Promise?"

"I Promise."

"Ok," and with that he lifted his hands off of my eyes and moved a few steps in front of me.

I mentally counted to 8 before I opened my eyes. And when I did, I almost fainted.

Vaughn was down on one knee.

"Hanna, will you marry me?" He asked.

My first thought was my name isn't Hanna, its Sydney. Hell I wanted to tell him the truth so damn bad, but I couldn't. But my second thought was what I actually said out loud.

"Of course!" I nearly yelled a huge grin on my face. I leaned down to kiss him.

"You mean it?" Vaughn asked, a small smile starting to tug at the corners of his lips.

"Umm… yeah!" I said kissing him. Since we were both kneeling, the kiss sent us both of balance and we tumbled to the floor.

We both started to laugh, and as we sat up Vaughn slipped his engagement ring over my finger.

The next day, we were on the plane to Venice, Italy. We luckily only had one small mission to do, but that could be completed the next day, so we were free for the next day at least.
While we sat there, my eyes studied the diamonds on my hand. I just took a wild guess that ring only cost's a few hundred thousand dollars. But I suppose Vaughn was the son of Arvin Sloane, so he could afford pretty much anything he wanted.

When we finally got to our hotel, my cell phone started ringing.

"Hey Vaughn, can you get that for me?" I said as I searched through the room for any sort of bugs or other annoying little things that could give any clue to which I was really, or to who both Vaughn & I were.

"Hanna, it's your dad." Vaughn exclaimed as he walked up to me & passed me the phone.

Before I put the phone up to my ear, Vaughn whispered, "Wow, long time no see or hear from him, hey? And you just got out of a federal prison in America, and yet he has your cell number?"

I just shrugged then waved him away.

"Hello?"

"Sydney. Can we talk?"

"Umm… Hi dad, sure." I walked to the other end of the large suite and shut the door to the bedroom, but not before making sure Vaughn was safely on the other side of the room.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" I whispered into my cell.

"Saying hi." The deep voice of Jack Bristow came through the phone.

"Well, in that case since it's just a friendly call, I may as well tell you that I am engaged."

"Sydney Anne Bristow what the hell do you think you are doing marrying the son of the director of the KGB?" My father's voice came quick, but even paced.

"I don't know, maybe the same thing you were doing when you married Irina Derevko?"

"Sydney, you now I had no clue about who she was, and she's changed now."

(AN: Irina's sorta good, for the time being at least)

"Well, alright, but I'm sorry Dad, I've got to go now." And with that I hung up my phone and walked back over to Vaughn.

When I sat down beside him, I noticed a funny expression on his face, almost as if he wasn't quite sure how to say something.

"What's going on now?" I asked.

"Hanna, or Sydney. I know everything."

(AN: THANKS FOR THE REVEIWS EVERYONE! I'll try to keep writing this often, but I am the princess of procrastination. But anyhow thanks agian! This isnt quite where I had planned to end the chapter, but I couldnt get anymore typed tonight lol.

Thanks Again
Justine)