One Last Mission

Rating: PG-13

Timeline: After Phase One...But no kiss. The Getaway date did happen, though.

Summary: Sydney wants to leave the CIA after the takedown of The Alliance, but Kendall has one more job for her to do.

Author's Note: This came from a dream, a very weird one. But, it kind of has to do with that, and not. So yeah.

Chapter One

POV: Sydney's, first person.

Finally, the day I can turn in my resignation. I know that just about everyone at JTF will be pissed off, but this is what I agreed on. Once SD-6 was down, I'd be gone. My game was done, my job finished here.

I strode into my final briefing, glaring at Kendall, who could only stare back, with a smirk on his face. What the hell was he so happy about? I took a glance at Vaughn; he was immersed in a manila folder containing various papers.

"Glad you could join us, Miss Bristow. Take a seat," Kendall said from his position.

"I'm just here to turn in my resignation form."

At my little announcement, all the heads in the room whipped upwards and turned towards me. What, did it look like I was doing crack or something? I glanced to my father, no emotion whatsoever, what else is new.

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept it. There's one last mission you are going on."

"What!" I blurted out before I could even think of saying something else. Next I was receiving a glare from Kendall.

"Please, take a seat."

I listened, nodding my head as I sat next to Vaughn. He gave me a bewildered look before we both looked at Kendall.

"Now, we have received intel that there is a new terrorist organization in the works, taking place in this country. Agent Bristow and Agent Vaughn, you will be going undercover."

When he finally paused in his talking, I took the opportunity to look in the folder, seeing more information about this new terrorist organization. Flipping through the pages, I found the destination of where Vaughn and I were going to be headed.

"We're going to be in St. Louis?" Vaughn asked before I could.

"Yes. Reports have been confirmed that terrorist activity has been taking place there. We now know of some terrorists that have been included: Mr. Sark, Arvin Sloane, and Anna Espinosa."

"Oh great," I let out. "Sloane leaves SD-6 just to start another organization. Fantastic."

Despite the sarcasm dripping from my voice, Kendall continued like he never even noticed. "Now, Agents Vaughn and Bristow, you two will pose as a married couple living right outside the city. You will work at a bank, but this bank is connected to the CIA, so it will be easy to make transitions and mission reports. Now, if this Intel is correct, the terrorist organization is being headed at Purina."

I choked, trying hard to hold in my laughter. Major terrorists using an animal food company as their front? I always wondered how weird this job could be; now I definitely knew the answer.

"So how will we receive information?" Vaughn asked.

"At night, you two will be infiltrating the building. Reports have said that some of the activity has been done on the 47th floor, so that is what you'll need to check first. Also, the subbasement might be a place to check."

Funny, subbasement, right when we're done with SD-6. Oh, how I just want to shoot every terrorist point-blank in the head from now on. Dammit.

"You two are on a plane by eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Your aliases are in the folders. Good luck."

With Kendall's parting speech, all of the agents left except for Vaughn and I. I decided to see who I was going to be for this mission.

Lauren King
Married to Michael King
Newlyweds
Occupation: Loan Officer

"Michael and Lauren King, huh?" I laughed. Why in the hell did I laugh? Maybe because this whole entire situation was ridiculous, when all I wanted to do was turn in my form and go home.

"Yeah," He said plain and simple. "Oh, and, just so you know, your friend, Marshall, from SD-6, he's part of the team now."

"That's great," I smiled, and I was happy. Marshall deserved the job here; he probably was the best tech guy at SD-6. "What about Dixon?"

"He isn't too sure yet about the whole idea. We're trying everything to get him to join the Agency."

From my spot, I could see Vaughn frowning. He knew how much I cared about Dixon, and seeing him when we took down the Alliance, those words, it was just pure hell to me.

"So, yeah," He finally spoke, breaking the somber silence between us. "Marshall gave us three choices for rings," My heart sped up at those words. If only he knew that every damn time he spoke to me, made me feel like pouncing at him and taking him right on the floor. I watched his hand as it dug through his pockets, finding three boxes.

I could only wish that Vaughn was proposing to me right now. Oh, that would be the life. But, of course, mission, nope, the CIA always has to find a way to ruin my life just that much more.

He pulled out those three velvet boxes, setting them on the table and opening each one of them. I gasped, they were beautiful! Of course, there had to be a catch, and Vaughn started to speak like he read my mind.

"Each ring is fitted with a transmitter, both video and audio."

Sex tape, anyone?

I snapped my mind out of the gutter when Vaughn continued to talk.

"So, which one do you like?" He asked, and I began to look at each one. The pair that really stood out to me was a set of platinum rings. I saw the five diamonds and nearly squealed. Almost, but I didn't want to make a total idiot out of myself right in front of him.

"These," I said, pointing to the platinum rings. I looked over and he smiled at my choice.

"Thought you would like those."

"They're b-beautiful," I said with a stutter. Now, I was stuttering right beside him. Soon I'm probably going to be a puddle of jelly right beside his feet.

"Yeah," He said, nodding along before he took out the ring for me. "You don't mind, do you?"

Do I mind? Hell no! If only this was for real and we'd be hitting the sack later on, that would be even better. But all I did was nod, sticking out my left hand as he slid the ring onto my ring finger. I couldn't help but to admire the beauty of it.

"I've got to go and do some reports, if you need to ask me something; don't hesitate to stop by my desk." He said, looking at me for assurance. I gave him a smile and a nod, and he packed up his folder, and the three boxes, and headed out of the room.

"YES!" I screamed to no one when Vaughn was out of hearing range. Oh, was this going to be FUN!

Pack me up for St. Louis; I'm going to be married to Michael Vaughn!