Author's Note:

So I have to apologize that it took me so long, (also because this isn't very long). I've been hard at work finishing school. Also I was depressed over the episode in which, well I won't say anything in case anyone hasn't been watching. If you have been watching I'm sure you can guess what death has me so sad. Anyway I'm starting work on this again so, please review.

And thank you for all of those who have reviewed, Missmeliss4251 (Yeah season 1 was great, and figuring out Sloane's motives would take the better part of a lifetime!), i die without you (I hope it's fun!), and brenda-wood (Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!). And a very special thanks to my fellow mbus55 member Julie Anne who beta-ed this for me. She's also helped me with the plot and basically everything involved in the story

Chapter #2:

As the ending credits rolled across the screen the eight agents were having a wide range of emotions. Weiss had fallen asleep on Nadia's shoulder. Nadia was occupying herself with drawing on her boyfriend's hand with a marker. Sydney and Vaughn were whispering to each other. Jack was looking over at the pile of old files that he was dying to go over. Dixon looked a little shell shocked as he looked at the screen Marshall. of course, was smiling happily as.

"Wasn't that great guys?" he practically gushed.

"Yeah, sure." Weiss said sarcastically. Nadia gave him a little shove.

"I liked the…" Vaughn trailed off and looked to Sydney for help.

"The singing was excellent," she said brightly which appeased Marshall who immediately began discussing each song.

"What did you think Dixon?" Marshall asked.

"Well," he said slowly, "it was an interesting story. However it could never happen."

"I don't know," Sydney commented, "I think it could."

"But think about our situation," Dixon argued, "all the training in the world couldn't make just anybody into an agent."

"That's not true," she said, "it doesn't take a special person to make an agent."

"Hey," Marshall exclaimed, "it's just like in the movie! You guys should bet on it! That would be-"

"I don't think so Marshall, Dixon is supporting two children on a government salary. There's no way he could afford to loose-"

"What are you talking about?" Dixon laughed, "It's not a problem because I wouldn't loose. I will pick out someone who applied for work as an agent but was rejected. You will have two weeks before we test them by recreating a mission and having them go through it."

"Fine then," Sydney said, "you've got yourself a bet."

Everyone in the room was staring at the two agents, except for Sloane who was still typing away at his computer. As Sydney and Dixon began working out the rules of their wager he began to hum "Get Me To The Church On Time".