A/N: Are you surprised, I actually put this out within a week!
I suppose you are over that but yeah. Okay, moving on, I am not sure how long this chapter will be but hopefully it will be good enough for you people. I also expect more reviews for this chapter. Have fun, Hannah.
The pair jumped, hands linked, out of the plain. After a couple of intense minutes they reached the ground safely, with smooth landings.
Looking at the sky, they saw the plane soaring towards the ground, crashing a couple of kilometres away from them. As it hit the ground, it became engulfed in flames. Unclipping their parachutes, Sydney and Vaughn watched as the fire burned almost graciously. Right then would have been a perfect setting for some slow, meaningful music.
The couple started walking, hand in hand, further and further away from the blaze, Vaughn letting the A.A.O know of their well-being.
When they found a road, they sat, right by the edge, waiting for someone to come.
Two hours later not one car had passed. Sydney had fallen asleep on Vaughn's lap again; Vaughn himself inches away from his eyelids falling over. By this time it was well into the night, around 11:00 Vaughn guessed. He kept himself awake by watching his beautiful wife sleep; caressing her face and touching her hair as she just lay there, the only source of light being the tiny flicker of the flames a long way away, otherwise being pitch black.
Another hour or so had passed before a blinding set of headlights made their way towards them. Vaughn lightly shook Sydney awake, her eyes bursting open to the blinding light. She quickly shut them again, sitting up to see what was going on.
"Someone's coming," said Vaughn.
He stood up, shading his eyes from the light. The vehicle slowed down until it stopped right next to them. The driver wound down his window and showed his CIA identification.
" G'day. Howya's doing?" He queried.
"Could be better," answered Vaughn.
"Hop in the back, there is some clean clothes and stuff you can use to clean yourselves up."
"Thanks man," said Vaughn shaking his hand.
"Thankyou," said Sydney sleepily as they climbed into the back of the van. As they shut the door, the van started moving, driving away into the dry desert.
About four hours later they were driving through the beautiful city of Perth. It may not be big, but it is absolutely beautiful. With dawn approaching, the lights were very dim, but still on, giving the city and postcard perfect look.
"It's so beautiful," said Sydney, gazing out the window.
"It certainly is," replied Vaughn, as they drove past the bell tower, a modern bluey-green glass tower that chimed every hour. Around it were water features and wish pools beautifully lit up.
"Do you know where we will be staying?" Sydney asked her husband.
"I think a beach mansion!"
"I could live with that!" The couple laughed, enjoying the early morning sightseeing.
Twenty minutes later they pulled into the long driveway of a beachfront mansion. It was magnificent. It had at least three stories, if not more. The driver of the van gave them the keys to the house, car and garage.
"Everything you need should be in the house, if you have any problems just let me know. My number is in these," he said handing over two mobile phones, "The name is Matt by the way. So I might see you later, good luck with everything, hope the house is okay."
"Thanks Matt. See you later!" Said Vaughn; ready to fall into anything that resembled a bed.
The couple, almost zombies by this time, climbed the few stairs to the front door as Matt drove away. Opening the front door, Sydney gasped.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed. Vaughns jaw dropped as well.
"It is massive!" And she was right; the house was even bigger than it looked from the outside.
After exploring the three stories of the house, they found they were well equipped with everything they would or could ever need. Sydney even found a couple of surfboards stashed in a cupboard.
"Surely they don't expect us to be able to use these do they?" Sydney asked Vaughn.
"Well I don't know about you but I am not to bad at surfing," gloated Vaughn.
"Well, I suppose it will be fun trying!"
After they had settled in a little bit, changed into pyjamas etc., Sydney and Vaughn sat down on the couch to watch some TV, the jet lag kicking in. All that was on was Law and Order Nip/Tuck and the Australian Open Tennis Tournament. This didn't appeal to either of them.
"Is it possible to be too tired to sleep?" asked Vaughn.
"Yeah I think so. But maybe if you ate something it would help you to sleep better."
"Yeah actually now you mention it I am a bit hungry."
The couple got busy in the modernized kitchen, looking at what it had to offer.
"How does canned spaghetti sound for a quick fix?" Laughed Syd.
"Perfect!" They sat at the overly large table with their lovely spaghetti in front of them.
"This is actually pretty good," said Vaughn, gobbling it down. Sydney nodded. Inside she was burning to ask Vaughn more about this maniac that was after her and Katie. She just didn't want to spoil the moment. But Vaughn had noticed something wrong. He looked at Syd as she sat there playing with her food. She looked up and saw Vaughn staring at her.
"What?" she questioned.
"What's wrong? I know something is up, you're not eating or talking."
"Nothing. It doesn't matter."
"Yes, Sydney it does," he said firmly.
"It's just this Heeler guy, the one that is after Katie and me, do you know anything about him?"
Vaughn frowned. "No, not much. All we know that he won't rest until he…. You know… kills you… and Katie," he said in a worried and reluctant tone.
"Do you think he would risk it coming to Australia?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Do you think it was him that shot us down?"
"I don't know, but the CIA will lodge a full investigation. Syd, don't worry, he'll have to get passed me before he even ayes a finger on you or Katie."
Sydney gave a weak smile before one of the mobiles on the bench-top rang. She got up to answer it.
"Yep?" She gave a glance at Vaughn before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen to quickly scribble something down.
"Okay thanks," she said hanging up her phone.
"Who was that?" asked Vaughn.
"It was Chad Hemsworth, he is another CIA agent, placed here to help us with op tech and on coms and stuff. He told me that we have to infiltrate the headquarters next Thursday night at 8:00pm. He just gave me some info that we need to remember before then."
"Okay. Are you okay now sweetie?"
"Yeah, thanks to you!"
"Oh stop, please!" he exclaimed sarcastically, laughing.
She laughed too, sitting on his lap.
"I love you so much," she said looking deep into his eyes. She ran her hand along the side of his face.
"I love you too!" He kissed her on the cheek. Sydney smiled and put her arms around his neck, hugging him. She rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered into her ear. She just hugged him tighter.
There they stayed for many minutes before Vaughn spoke,
"Syd, honey, I think it is time to go to bed." Sydney didn't respond causing Vaughn to look over his shoulder at her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing very lightly. Vaughn smiled to himself before carefully picking her up and carrying her into the huge bedroom. He placed her lightly onto the bed, slipping off her shoes. He kissed her forehead before whispering,
"Goodnight sweetheart."
He got into the other side of the bed, wrapped his arms around his wife and closed his eyes.
A/N: Well? How was it? Good? Bad? Have I lost the touch? Let me know!