I just watched Legally Blonde for the first time ever. And it got my thinking what I would do if I walked into class and Victor Garber was my professor and I imagined it would go something like this:

Me: Omigod. Jack Bristow! Omigod Jack Bristow! Omigod Jack Bristow!

VG: Please miss. Professor Garber and can you take a seat.

Me: Sure Professor Bristow.

VG: I take it you watched Alias?

Me: No, I worshipped at the altar of Alias. Do you know how hard I cried when you died…"You can beat death Arvin, but you can't beat me!"

VG: (smiles painfully) Well..yes…

Me: ""Legally he's right, ethically he's an ass!"

VG: Please stop.

And it would probably end with me stalking him and eventually getting arrested. But come on, just imagine you walk into your first day of a college class and Victor Garber is your teacher. Wouldn't you do the same?

Chapter Seven: Maybe We'll Find Better Days

It had been five months and fourteen days since Sydney had told him to stay away. Four months and twenty one days since she had packed up and went to New York, reaffirming her position on "them". And it had been exactly four months since the tedious process of divorce officially began, with at least another to months to go, or so his lawyer had said. The division of their estate had been migraine inducing, Lauren willing to pick a battle over every little detail. So he let his lawyer fight back for him, he didn't really care who got the blue china given to them as a wedding present. He really didn't want anything from their marriage. He was even willing to let her keep his apartment, but his lawyer fought it away from Lauren and told him to sell it.

Since Sydney left there had been an opening in their tight knit organization, one that the Agency immediately filled. They spit out a naïve red head, fresh from the Farm named Jenn Thompson, Jenn with two N's she said when she had introduce herself. But no one found it funny. Her presence did nothing to fill the void they were all feeling. She was an adequate agent but her personality and charm were nothing compared to the woman who had worked here before. She became his new partner and as far as partners went, she was okay. But then again, compared to his last partner...But that was in the past now. Time had moved slowly for four months and twenty one days. Vaughn started to dread going to work; there were no brunette woman in the conference room anymore just a red head who couldn't understand why he was so sullen and a blonde who flirted openly in front of him and sent him evil glances when she wasn't being a flirtatious tramp.

For what seemed like the millionth time in four months and twenty one days he pulled up flights from Los Angeles to New York on his work computer. He chose a flight and a seat, entered in the credit card info and hovered his mouse over the submit button. He kept it there for five seconds before closing the window entirely. Maybe Jack was right, he just didn't have the spine.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Weiss caught his eyes, heading purposely for his desk. Vaughn swiveled in his chair as Weiss settled on his desk, grabbing one of his pens.

"Did you get the plumbing fixed in your apartment?" Eric asked, scribbling furiously one an old report that he needed to shred.

"Yeah. It turned out Donovan managed to get one of his toys in the toilet. And then manage to flush the toilet. Don't ask me how." He responded, trying to read what Eric was scribbling.

"Smart dog." And then Weiss dropped the report and pen back onto the desk and left.

Vaughn picked up the report and decoded the cipher, revealing the message Eric had left him.

Dixon called a meeting for you, me, Marshall and Jack in sub room 4b at 1:00. Don't tell anyone.

He laughed internally at the last line. Somehow Eric had managed to make a covert CIA meeting sound as though they were teenagers sneaking out to look at Playboys and smoke cigarettes. He shredded the document and glanced at the clock. A quarter to one. Fifteen glorious minutes of fantasizing about flying to New York, knocking on her door, sweeping her literally off of her feet and into his arms. But fifteen minutes prove to be short as he was pulled from his daydreams to trudge wearily to the secret meeting. He met Weiss and Marshall on the way, only half listening to their animated conversation about something or another. Dixon and Jack were already there when they go to the room and when Vaughn took his seat, Dixon stood up to begin.

"I called all of you here because it has been discovered there is a leak in our organization, a mole. A Covenant official was taken under custody last week by a San Diego branch. He gave the operatives there information in exchange for some perks. He revealed to them that the Covenant has managed to infiltrate several CIA branches, naming all of the ones that had a Covenant mole working with them. Ours was on of them. After reviewing this information, the Agency did their own investigations. Congratulations, all of you have been cleared. But they have narrowed it to two people in our organization. Lauren and Jenn."

"Let me guess, you're going to give us a counter mission to expose them." Jack said.

"Yes the meeting that's called for 3:30 today is detailing a mission the whole team is being sent on. You will be going to Cancun in order to retrieve Rambaldi device from a dealer. It is highly coveted by the Covenant, but the guy can only give it to a certain person. We are hoping that the Covenant will use the mole to steal the device. Now once you acquire the device, Marshall you are to examine it. Really you are to tag it with not only a tracer, but with other things that could reveal the identity of the mole."

"Well I could alarm it so if it leaves a base it will squeal loudly. And I could probably put UV powder on it after its attached to its based, we could use a blacklight to see who has the powder on them." Marshall responded.

"Whatever you think will work."

"You're bringing in Sydney aren't you? He will only give it to the Chosen One?" Vaughn spoke up his mind racing with all the possibilities.

"Yes." Dixon responded. "She has already been brief in New York and will be joining the team tomorrow before you leave. She actually should be on her way here now."

"What time is her flight coming in?" Jack asked, stealing the words from Vaughn's mouth.

"Three."

"Well if we are finished here, I have some more work to do. And I won't be able to make the afternoon meeting. I am picking up Sydney at the airport." Jack responded, rising from his seat and leaving.

"You guys can all go. Just remember this meeting never happened" Dixon dismissed them.

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"So your tramp is coming back."

"Leave her alone Lauren." The 3:30 meeting had ended mere minutes ago and already Lauren was attacking him about Sydney doing the mission with them. They had been given their aliases during their meeting and he could tell that Lauren was fuming over him being "engaged" to Jessica Realin aka Sydney Bristow. He personally was happy with it, but he knew Sydney wouldn't be.

"I just thought I had seen the end of that little home wrecker."

"No, Lauren you managed to do the home wrecking."

He turned and left her standing there, trying to come up with a smart reply. He didn't have time for her nor did he want to make time for her. Crossing back to his desk, he planned to grab a few things before leaving for the day. But his actions where interrupted when Jenn sauntered over and planted herself on the edge of his desk.

"So who's this Sydney Bristow, besides Jack's daughter, and why is she stealing my partner?"

"She was my last partner. We worked well together."

"Oh and we don't? Should I be worried about my performance review?"

"No it's just that…you studied The Alliance at the Farm right?"

"Yeah. The 12 cells and it was brought down by the CIA a little while back. Why?"

"Sydney worked at SD 6. They had told her it was CIA, but when they killed her fiancé, she realized it wasn't CIA. So she came here, became a double agent and I became her handler. We worked together for almost two years before Sydney was managed to get information that would cripple the Alliance. It did. That's what we did together. We managed to bring down The Alliance."

"Wow."

"Yeah. We were good together." And not just professionally.

"Oh. Why did she leave?"

"A lot of reasons." Most of them dealing with me.

"Well I can't wait to meet her. She sounds like an amazing agent."

"She is an amazing woman."

"Why doesn't Lauren like her?" The questions were starting to annoy Vaughn. He really did not want to have a heart to heart conversation with this girl.

"That's an extremely long and complicated story."

"I have time!"

"I don't"

He said his goodbyes and almost ran to his car. He needed to get out of the office. As he drove to his apartment, his thoughts kept on straying to Sydney. They usually did, but it began to get annoying. Sighing, he turned his car around and headed towards Jack's apartment. He needed to see her and she would more than likely be with Jack. He knew his effort would probably be fruitless but he didn't care. Four months and twenty one days was too long to go without Sydney.

Sorry for short chapter but I'm extremely bad at describing mission details and Marshall gadgets...