Hiya y'all! Sorry for the wait..I have school, football, and work, so I've been having fun with that. But I'm getting this up now before I leave for the first football game of the season:) And probably after the game when I get home I'll get responses up and all that.

I sat in my terrace seat all alone as I waited for the games to start, both baseball and meeting. I couldn't help but to grin at the events that led up to right now.

Besides the whole day that had Vaughn on the couch, addicted to the sports channels, the only real time that we communicated were over pizza delivery and sleeping arrangements. That peaked his interest, even only if it was for a short time, before we had to go to sleep for the long day planned ahead for tomorrow, at least for him.

"So why do I have to be the hot dog guy?" He whined out as we were unpacking our bags.

"Because, Sark knows me, plus I think the CIA would want you to look good in that hot dog outfit," I explained, and he scowled at the last statement which brought a smile to my face. He returned to unpacking and sorting while I went into the bathroom to change.

Maybe I was a bit harsh; in clothing apparel...just having on shorts and a tank top, but the heat is killer here.

After five minutes of squatting down to organize my clothes, and giving Vaughn a good view, I heard an audible gulp come from the other side of the room. I turned my head just enough to see him look away quickly. He looked back at me, his expression close to showing the-deer-in-the-headlights look. His cheeks gradually turned a shade of red, which made me smirk.

"Need anything?" I asked casually as if I had no clue into what was going on.

"Um, w-well," He stuttered. Bingo, I had him good. I hope I get some sort of punishment for my bad deeds. "It's late; we got to get up early...so yeah."

"Look, Vaughn, it's hotter than hell here, and it wasn't my choice to turn off the air conditioner," I stopped for a moment, glaring at him. "Now I don't care if you just want to strip down and sleep naked, do whatever you want."

But please, God, answer my prayers and let him do that!

I smiled inwardly as he stepped to the dresser, getting rid of the watch. I got up and into the bed, watching his moves like a hawk. I watched him as he began to take off his t-shirt, and I was thisclose to fainting when he fully removed it.

Now, is it just me or did it just get that much hotter?

He saw the flustered look on my face before I could recover, and a smirk formed on his lips. I glared at him before making a 'humph' sound and trying to sleep.

"Cardinal," Vaughn snapped me out of the daze by yelling into the comm. piece I had in my ear. I think I jumped in my seat, but maybe it's a good thing they set me in a section all by myself.

"Yes?" I mumbled, touching a side of the sunglasses to instantly get a good view of the other side of the stadium. I immediately spotted Vaughn in his hot dog vendor attire and laughed, seeing how ridiculous but damn good he looked.

"Do you have a visual ID on Sark?"

I looked a couple of sections away from where Vaughn was standing, and I could see Sark in the front row of the terrace seats, a couple seats around him empty. He seemed calm to the casual eye, but I could even tell he was getting anxious for the dealer to arrive.

"I have a visual on Gregorev," Vaughn said. "Turn on the audio."

I spotted Gregorev as he was going down the stairs and into the seat, while he was doing that I pressed a button and one of the CIA's gadgets came to life, which let me and Vaughn hear crystal clear audio from everything around Sark and Gregorev.

"Get your hot dogs!" Vaughn yelled to the crowd and I cringed.

"Would you stop yelling so damn loud?" I asked, even though it was his alias to sell hot dogs.

"Sorry, Cardinal," He said, and even if he was trying to sound sorry, I could see the smirk.

"You're doing a horrible job at being sympathetic," I noted, and saw his face sober up immediately as I looked back to Sark and Gregorev, who hadn't even began talking yet.

"Anything?" He asked after a few quiet moments.

"Negative."

Sark and Gregorev spent two innings silent, until the bottom of the third when Sark finally began to talk.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Sloane could not be with us today, he had other business to take care of."

"I understand. Now, Mr. Sark, how many weapons are we looking at?"

"Hundreds, thousands..."

"You know how much this will cost you?"

"Yes," Sark said immediately.

"These people here," Gregorev began, his voice dominant in the Russian accent. "Have no idea, so nice, so caring, and so pathetic."

"I agree," Sark said and smiled, which caused me to cringe. "They will never know that soon, very soon, there will be one of the biggest terrorist organizations run right in this city."

Gregorev laughed. "Oh yes, now where and when do you want the weapons?"

"That I will contact you later about, Anatoliy."

"So, Mr. Sark, who else is heading this organization besides you and Arvin Sloane?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't speak of that matter here."

"Right," Vaughn said over comms. "Able to get a deal of weapons, but can't talk about anyone involved?" I definitely noticed the sarcasm coming from his tone.

"Hot dog," I warned, using his call sign for emphasis. The silence that followed could've had me in tears of laughter if it wasn't for why we were here in the first place.

"I will call you soon with the details of our next meeting," Sark said, interrupting my own thoughts.

"Pleasure doing business," Gregorev said, then got up from his seat and walked away.

"Gregorev is gone," I announced quietly to Vaughn.

"Keep the sound on, Cardinal," Vaughn said as he yelled once again for anyone wanting to have hot dogs. "Thank God," He mumbled, as I watched him stalk off into one of the employee areas.

I took opportunity of the magnified sunglasses to look down at the field to watch at least some of the game. I heard some shuffling in the audio from Sark's section and looked to see him getting up.

"Sark is leaving," I said to Vaughn, and got no response in return. "Vaughn, do you copy?"

"Hi honey," Vaughn said, effectively scaring me for a moment before plopping down in the seat next to me. My head went spinning after I whipped my head around, the magnifying sunglasses still in tact, and got a nice one second view of the stadium before Vaughn's face and pores were shown. I turned off the magnification and took off the sunglasses, giving him the fakest smile I could.

"Hi, sweetie, you just scared me a bit, showing up unexpected," I said, and he laughed. I felt like decking him, but did something better. I leaned over the arm rest and pressed my lips into his. After the initial shock wore off both of us, the kiss slowly but gradually deepened, until I decided to quickly pull away.

"What the-"

"Quiet," I interrupted. "I'm trying to watch the game."

This, and only this time, will be the only time that I will agree with Sark. The longer the operation, the more time I get to spend, and torture, Vaughn.