Later on that night Vaughn lay in bed and for once he was not thinking
about Lauren or Sydney. He lay there thinking about Constance and what she
had told him today. Sark's behaviour had triggered feelings he never
thought he had about Agent waters.
He thought about the first time they had met in high school. It was the first time he had met Weiss too. They had become best friends and Constance was part of their little gang. Her father had moved her to an all girls school but Weiss and her still saw each other every weekend. They really had a bond. The next time they met was when they found out that they had all been head hunted by the CIA. She was already recruited when he and Weiss were joined and they had been so happy to be back together. He remembered that date they went on. She had fallen down the gutter and sprained her ankle. He had pretended to get a call from work. It had been disastrous. He wandered if she ever thought about that night.
He thought of her as his hands moved down his muscled chest towards his enlarged penis. He massaged it into life while watching the television. He switched play and a large breasted woman emerged on the screen screaming and groaning as she straddled a muscled man grabbing her ass. Vaughn came quickly as the man pumped at the woman grinding into her ass. He spilled his hot liquid into the sheets and heard a knock on the door. He ran to answer it putting his dressing gown on.
A soaking wet and sobbing Sydney stood at his door. Realising who it was, Vaughn stepped out to her. "Sydney?... what's happened?" he said pulling her into the hallway and removing her soggy coat. "Its Constance. She wept." "Oh my god is she ok?" he asked, his gut lurching. "She's fine. In fact," she spat sniffing and sat in the living room. "She's more than fine. She's having an affair." "WHAT?" Vaughn shouted feeling slightly betrayed and unsure as to why. "I saw them about an hour ago. She was at Weiss's house. They were all snuggled up together and he had his arm around her. When she left, he kissed her. I've seen them before, holding hands and having drinks on nights and I knew something was going on. I got so mad with her and I told my dad tonight." She was sobbing hysterically now and grabbed a tissue. "Oh Sydney. Weiss and Constance wouldn't have an affair. They're like brother and sister to each other." "What do you mean. They never see each other." She wandered how they could be so close. "They have known each other since kindergarten. They grew up together and even went to the same high school. They don't interact much at the CIA because it's the work place and they have to be professional." He winced when we thought about poor Constance getting home to a furious Jack. He had already been betrayed by his last wife and felt sick just thinking about it. "So they're not having an affair?" she looked worried. "NO!" Vaughn looked at her. "Oh Sydney what have you done?" he ran over to the phone and dialled a number from a book near the phone. Upon no answer, he dialled another number this time from memory.
"Hello?" the voice sounded groggy. "Hey Weiss its Vaughn. Has Constance rang you or been round since she left your place earlier?" his voice was desperate and surprised Weiss making him worry about Connie. "No she hasn't... wait how did you know she was round mine? Not that it's a secret but are you spying on me now mike?" "No... but Sydney was. She told Jack that you and Constance were having an affair and there's no answer at their place." He was even more worried to find that she hadn't contacted Weiss. "Ok then. I'm gonna go see if she's ok." "No Weiss leave it. You think Jack would be happy to see you? You can't turn up on his doorstep mid argument between him and his wife to be and ask if everything's ok."
As Vaughn replaced the receiver he turned to look at Sydney. She looked up and wiped her face. "Do you think I should go round there?" she asked. "No. I think you should get out of those wet clothes. I'll go and get you an old shirt and some blankets. You can sleep on the couch." She looked at him like an innocent child with those weepy eyes. It was then that he realised she had come to him. She had just found out her fathers marriage was over so to speak and she had come to him.
Two hours earlier. Jack sat on the couch and waited for Constance to come home. Sydney had just told him his whole world was over. He knew she had been hiding something from him. God he had fallen for the same kind of lying woman twice now. How could he do it? How could he fall for it? He heard the sound of her key in the lock and got up. "Hi honey. I have the most...." She saw his face. "...What's wrong?" "I know about you and Weiss." Jack said flatly. "Me and Weiss? What are you talking about?" she smelled his breath as he came closer. "Have you been drinking?" Constance was confused. "Damn it Constance don't treat me like a child!" he shouted. "I know about your affair. Why must you mock me? Do you think I'm stupid? I knew you were keeping something from me."
He sat on the couch and took a swig from the glass of dark liquid. It felt smooth as it glided down his throat. He knew he had drunk too much already, but he needed it. "Jack. Weiss and I are NOT having an affair. He's just a friend." She defended herself. "What woman has male friends that she kisses? That she spends all night with? How can there be no relationship there? From what I've heard, you two have been seeing a lot of each other lately." He said as he finished off the glass and poured himself another. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and take it in mind that you had no idea about the fact that he is like a brother to me. We have been the best of friends since we were five. We grew up together and are like siblings. I go to him when I'm feeling upset or worried and he helps me through it just like I do for him." She looked down at Jack as he took another swig. "I think you should slow down on the drink Jack. How much have you had already?" "I'LL tell you when I've had enough and will you stop trying to worm your way out of this." He slurred. "I know you've betrayed me Laura and you WILL pay."
"Laura?" Constance was shocked. "You look at me like I'm Irina Direvko? God you wont believe me because you think I'm just like her. This is a simple misunderstanding Jack. You've had a little too much to drink and it's been blown way out of proportion." She said as she leaned forward to take the glass. He pulled away and pushed her to the floor. He held her arms down and looked at her face. The phone rang and he ignored it.
"Scared are you?" he asked. "I thought you liked it like this. Like Sark did it. Do you think I don't know how you liked it? I saw the pleasure behind the tears. You wanted him." He slurred into her face. "No Jack." she sobbed. "No." the last word came out as a whisper. Jack leaned in to kiss her but she struggled free and slapped Jack hard across the face. Stunned at what he had just done, he backed away. Constance grabbed her purse and ran out of the house. The rain lashed at her face as she ran down the street. She looked back to see Jack staring after her. He didn't move as she walked away. He knew what he had done that night. He was incredibly drunk but he knew.
Constance didn't know where to go. She walked around and found herself heading for the park. She sat on a swing and wept. Soaked through to her underwear, she sobbed.
He thought about the first time they had met in high school. It was the first time he had met Weiss too. They had become best friends and Constance was part of their little gang. Her father had moved her to an all girls school but Weiss and her still saw each other every weekend. They really had a bond. The next time they met was when they found out that they had all been head hunted by the CIA. She was already recruited when he and Weiss were joined and they had been so happy to be back together. He remembered that date they went on. She had fallen down the gutter and sprained her ankle. He had pretended to get a call from work. It had been disastrous. He wandered if she ever thought about that night.
He thought of her as his hands moved down his muscled chest towards his enlarged penis. He massaged it into life while watching the television. He switched play and a large breasted woman emerged on the screen screaming and groaning as she straddled a muscled man grabbing her ass. Vaughn came quickly as the man pumped at the woman grinding into her ass. He spilled his hot liquid into the sheets and heard a knock on the door. He ran to answer it putting his dressing gown on.
A soaking wet and sobbing Sydney stood at his door. Realising who it was, Vaughn stepped out to her. "Sydney?... what's happened?" he said pulling her into the hallway and removing her soggy coat. "Its Constance. She wept." "Oh my god is she ok?" he asked, his gut lurching. "She's fine. In fact," she spat sniffing and sat in the living room. "She's more than fine. She's having an affair." "WHAT?" Vaughn shouted feeling slightly betrayed and unsure as to why. "I saw them about an hour ago. She was at Weiss's house. They were all snuggled up together and he had his arm around her. When she left, he kissed her. I've seen them before, holding hands and having drinks on nights and I knew something was going on. I got so mad with her and I told my dad tonight." She was sobbing hysterically now and grabbed a tissue. "Oh Sydney. Weiss and Constance wouldn't have an affair. They're like brother and sister to each other." "What do you mean. They never see each other." She wandered how they could be so close. "They have known each other since kindergarten. They grew up together and even went to the same high school. They don't interact much at the CIA because it's the work place and they have to be professional." He winced when we thought about poor Constance getting home to a furious Jack. He had already been betrayed by his last wife and felt sick just thinking about it. "So they're not having an affair?" she looked worried. "NO!" Vaughn looked at her. "Oh Sydney what have you done?" he ran over to the phone and dialled a number from a book near the phone. Upon no answer, he dialled another number this time from memory.
"Hello?" the voice sounded groggy. "Hey Weiss its Vaughn. Has Constance rang you or been round since she left your place earlier?" his voice was desperate and surprised Weiss making him worry about Connie. "No she hasn't... wait how did you know she was round mine? Not that it's a secret but are you spying on me now mike?" "No... but Sydney was. She told Jack that you and Constance were having an affair and there's no answer at their place." He was even more worried to find that she hadn't contacted Weiss. "Ok then. I'm gonna go see if she's ok." "No Weiss leave it. You think Jack would be happy to see you? You can't turn up on his doorstep mid argument between him and his wife to be and ask if everything's ok."
As Vaughn replaced the receiver he turned to look at Sydney. She looked up and wiped her face. "Do you think I should go round there?" she asked. "No. I think you should get out of those wet clothes. I'll go and get you an old shirt and some blankets. You can sleep on the couch." She looked at him like an innocent child with those weepy eyes. It was then that he realised she had come to him. She had just found out her fathers marriage was over so to speak and she had come to him.
Two hours earlier. Jack sat on the couch and waited for Constance to come home. Sydney had just told him his whole world was over. He knew she had been hiding something from him. God he had fallen for the same kind of lying woman twice now. How could he do it? How could he fall for it? He heard the sound of her key in the lock and got up. "Hi honey. I have the most...." She saw his face. "...What's wrong?" "I know about you and Weiss." Jack said flatly. "Me and Weiss? What are you talking about?" she smelled his breath as he came closer. "Have you been drinking?" Constance was confused. "Damn it Constance don't treat me like a child!" he shouted. "I know about your affair. Why must you mock me? Do you think I'm stupid? I knew you were keeping something from me."
He sat on the couch and took a swig from the glass of dark liquid. It felt smooth as it glided down his throat. He knew he had drunk too much already, but he needed it. "Jack. Weiss and I are NOT having an affair. He's just a friend." She defended herself. "What woman has male friends that she kisses? That she spends all night with? How can there be no relationship there? From what I've heard, you two have been seeing a lot of each other lately." He said as he finished off the glass and poured himself another. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and take it in mind that you had no idea about the fact that he is like a brother to me. We have been the best of friends since we were five. We grew up together and are like siblings. I go to him when I'm feeling upset or worried and he helps me through it just like I do for him." She looked down at Jack as he took another swig. "I think you should slow down on the drink Jack. How much have you had already?" "I'LL tell you when I've had enough and will you stop trying to worm your way out of this." He slurred. "I know you've betrayed me Laura and you WILL pay."
"Laura?" Constance was shocked. "You look at me like I'm Irina Direvko? God you wont believe me because you think I'm just like her. This is a simple misunderstanding Jack. You've had a little too much to drink and it's been blown way out of proportion." She said as she leaned forward to take the glass. He pulled away and pushed her to the floor. He held her arms down and looked at her face. The phone rang and he ignored it.
"Scared are you?" he asked. "I thought you liked it like this. Like Sark did it. Do you think I don't know how you liked it? I saw the pleasure behind the tears. You wanted him." He slurred into her face. "No Jack." she sobbed. "No." the last word came out as a whisper. Jack leaned in to kiss her but she struggled free and slapped Jack hard across the face. Stunned at what he had just done, he backed away. Constance grabbed her purse and ran out of the house. The rain lashed at her face as she ran down the street. She looked back to see Jack staring after her. He didn't move as she walked away. He knew what he had done that night. He was incredibly drunk but he knew.
Constance didn't know where to go. She walked around and found herself heading for the park. She sat on a swing and wept. Soaked through to her underwear, she sobbed.
