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12 March 2007 @ 05:06 pm
Michael Vaughn sat, wanting to fidget but refusing himself the luxury. The notorious frown was on his forehead full force. The tension was palpable in the room, this long unsolved string of murders coming to a close.

However, Vaughn was shocked and anxious about the seemingly endless string of suits and somber looking men. This wasn't right. She was here to give a statement, there should ahve only been two or three other people here, not this huge procession. Something bad was about to happen, he had a feeling about it.

"You sure you're all right?" Vaughn cast a worried glance at Syd, what she was doing was in no way easy or comfortable.
02 March 2007 @ 04:31 pm
Vaughn stretched his legs in the recliner, taking a bite of the pepperoni pizza next to him. Cooking was too much work. He had learned that the first time he tried to cook for a girl, he was fifteen, Kelly Walker. She was, without doubt, the hottest girl in his grade. His best friend's older brother told him to cook for her to impress her. Unfortuently, his dad hadn't been there to talk him out of it. He had searched through his mom's recipies and settled on a complicated pasta dish. It was a disaster, to say the lease. He had substituted marinated chicken breast with cut up chicken wings, and well, suffice to say that he ended up begging his mother to cook something for them. He had generally avoided cooking too much since.

He idly settled on some political debate show, laughing at how much they didn't really know. Vaguely hearing the shouting voices, he settled in with his laptop to write a report about some intel. He had not been working long before the clacking of keys and white noise of the television was broken by the sound of a buzzer.

Curious, Vaughn stepped over the unorganized pile of books sitting in the hallway, and threw a shirt that happened to be laying around into the bathroom. He really did have to try cleaning once in awhile. Last week, he had found two months old takeout stacked in a corner. And go grocery shopping. Last time he checked, he had a pack of soda, two six-packs of beer, and some moldy cheese in his refrigerator.

Speaking into the microphone, he asked, "Hello?"

Hey Vaughn, it's me.

Flying fuck. Vaughn would recognize that voice anywhere. What the hell was she doing here? Did she have any idea how much danger she was in?

"Come on up, we'll talk then." Vaughn replied nervously, buzzing her in. He quickly unlocked the multiple locks on his door and held it open, waiting for her to come up. From his vantage point, he could see what a complete mess his apartment was. He inwardly cringed as he assesed his clothing choices as well. Well, at least he wasn't half naked, but he wasn't exactly dressed professionally. A pair of jeans and an undershirt. Hardly work appropriate. Oh well, he would change once he got Sydney safely in. Something had to be wrong. His pulse immedietly sped up as he thought what dire situation could have possibly driven her here.
27 February 2007 @ 10:33 pm
Squinting her eyes through a pair of binoculars, Sydney could see Sakulos leaving the bunker, signaling her chance to move in.

"Sakulos is leaving the bunker. See any guards?"

Being aware that Vaughn was listening in and actually 'watching' her, she felt a sudden wave of security wash over as she was standing there, waiting for her 'go ahead.'

Hassan says there won't be any. The bunker was designed to look abandoned. The E.M. refractor is in a secure department underground.

Vaughn responded, and Sydney couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Jesus God. Are we actually listening to that son of a bitch?

"Copy that. I'm moving in."

With her senses on high alert, and her reflexes ready to spring into action at any sign of movement, she darted across the open land towards the bunker door.

Waiting for his second evaluation of the premesis, Sydney waited. She knew Vaughn all too well to know that he wouldn't check the infared satellie before actually sending her inside.

You're clear Syd.

"Copy. I'm in. Where to?"

Trying to look around inside, she flips on a flashlight, suddenly thankful for the little light it provided.

((your turn hunnie :P))
26 February 2007 @ 02:27 pm
That fucking bastard.

Those were Sydney's only thoughts as her and Dixon finally left the club in Greece. There were two main reasons she was feeling extremely bitter at this point. One- because of that pervert who locked her in his room, she was unable to download the contents of the computer herself. Dixon ended up doing it. And two- she had a nice little token of Sakulos' appreciation to take with her on her way home. Ooh she would be LIVID when she met with Vaughn the next day. LIVID.

Inside the blood doner van, sitting on her college campus, she looked at Vaughn.

"He licked my face."

She saw him nod, understanding, but ooooooh. He had NO clue. No clue.

"No no no. He LICKED my face!" She said, again, her facial and hand gestures telling the complete story.

She paused, still looking at him.

"Oh, and do you want to know the worst part? Because of him, I didn't succeed."

She paused, her words almost coming through clenched teeth, because that was just how furious she was.

"Because of him, Dixon accessed the information, the C.I.A. got nothing, and SD-6 ended up with what THEY wanted."

Standing up, she lifted herself up onto the counter that was behind her, folding her legs out underneath her.

She still couldn't believe he LICKED her face! It was just too disgusting to even REGISTER in her brain. But oooh if she ever saw him again..she would end up doing more to him than just head butting him in the fucking face. Damn pervert.

Her hands folded and her chin leaning on them, she took a deep breath, trying to finally center herself on the task at hand and not on what had happened the night before.

"I want to go to Crete myself. I want to find the stockpile Hassan told you about, get the package, and bring it back."

Seeing the disapproving look on Vaughn's face, she immediately jumped back in, trying to argue her point.

"I have to at least do 'something', since SD-6 got what they wanted. It's killing me."

Just looking at him, she hoped he would agree with her and understand her needs right now.

((go for it))
25 February 2007 @ 03:31 pm
Vaughn had walked away irate and frustrated from his meeting of Hassan. He had offered him the easy way. Did the idiot not understand he was not in ANY position to argue? So he had a wife and a son? Vaughn didn't care. William Vaughn had a wife and son, but where did that get him? His normal compassionate didn't exist in these kinds of situations. He wasn't Michael Vaughn, caring handler and friend, he was Agent Vaughn, Senior Officer of the CIA, interrogating a terrorist. He pushed out the thought that it was mostly because of Sydney he had that distinction. Personal Sydney feelings couldn't happen right now. His guilt over deceiving Sydney was already nagging him. Even though this entire thing was personal. The only thing that had stopped him from turning Jack in already was Sydney. And he felt terrible for the ass he had been at their last meeting. He appeased his conscience by insisting that Syd had a strong sense of morality, and at the end of the day, would want a murderer brought to justice.

He got out of his sedan and leaned against it as Sydney pulled up. reaching into his jacket pocket, he pressed the record button. Here goes nothing.

"Hey, Syd." Vaughn greeted, unspoken apology in his words. They still had work to do, personal considerations aside.
25 February 2007 @ 02:29 pm
Coming out of the bathroom, Sydney saw Will sitting on her bed, a cup of wine in hand.

"Thank you!." She said joyfully, as she snatched it from him, taking a big sip.

She returned the cup to him, as she was walking over to her drawers, already opened. Trying to pick out some clothes, she sighed.

What's that?


She knew what he was referring to and slowly turning around, she smiled a nervous smile.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just...some guy at work gave it to me. I haven't opened it yet." She replied, staring at the bag from across the room.

Some guy? Do I know him?

"No, I don't think so. He's no one, really." Sydney continued, trying to get him to drop the subject.

Maybe he likes you.

Ugh. She knew THAT was coming.

"No! He doesn't like me." Oh god. She wished he'd stop because her cheeks were getting more and more pink by the second and she knew he'd notice.

Quickly turning around, she pulled a shirt over her head, hoping to hide her flushed face. Holy god.

Thank god what happened next actually 'happened.' Will was called out into the kitchen, leaving Sydney to marvel in her blushing and quickened heartbeat.

Slowly walking over to the bag, she picked it up and brought it over to her bed.

Closing the door and peeking out quietly beforehand, she made sure Will would stay where he was.

Taking the stuffed tissue paper out that was a pretty pink color, she saw inside what looked like a picture frame. Picking it up into her hands, a smile spread across her face. It was beautiful.


"It all worked. SD-6 has no idea I was gone, the C.I.A. has Hassan, and my dad's okay. So, thank you."

She smiled over to Vaughn, truly grateful for all that he did for her.

"And you know what? You were right." She pasued, seeing a confused look on his face.

"What hapepens when someone you care about is in trouble. What you said, that nothing else matters. It all just goes away. Last week when I learned what my father did for me, sacrificing Rusik, it made me sick. But now, I know I would have done the exact same thing. You should have seen him."

She smiled to herself, crossing her arms, lost in her own thoughts.

"He was like a pro. He was good. I mean, the way you talked about him once, what his reputation was, I could see it in action. He was... impressive."

Looking up at him, her smile soon faded when she saw the look on his face. Something wasn't right.

"Vaughn.. what is it?" She asked, uncrossing her arms and moving just inches closer.

((go ahead darling))
24 February 2007 @ 12:18 am
Vaughn stood silently, his senses on high, waiting for Sydney to arrive. Hassan had her father. And it hardly needed to be stated that Jack and Sydney had a truckload of issues that would take many missions or years and years of therapy to sort out. And he had to tell her. He knew that she would want to go after him, and he had already told himself that he wouldn't let her. It wasn't going to happen. Even if their conversation did get emotional, as it was apt to do. He couldn't say he was sorry that they did that though.

His profile was thrown into sharp relief by the harsh light against the envoloping darkness of the self storage, every angle pronounced. When he heard the soft fall of Sydney's footsteps, he let out a small breath. Whether it was of relief or trepidation, he couldn't say. As she came into the view, he slid open the door for her, standing aside so she could enter.

Once they had made contact, he gave her a small suffering smile. "Syd." He said by way of greeting.
23 February 2007 @ 10:14 pm
The sweet smell of flowers stood in the air between their distance, only about a foot separating them.

Vaughn sat in a chair, back turned towards her, their voices echoing together as if they hadn't even acknowledged each other.

"I had my test today.."

Her voice was steady but she could feel the shakiness in it.

"As it turns out..Rusik was the mole. Or, supposedly. How could he have been transmitting to K-Directorate the same time I was transmitting to the CIA?"

She asked this, turning her head slightly towards him.

"What do you think of it?"

Beginning to go through more and more magazines, Sydney sighed.

It seems as if Rusik was sacrificed in order to guarantee her freedom. Damnit.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Vaughn getting up, some sort of bag hanging in his hand.

"What's this?" she asked, looking suspiciously at him as the bag was placed down next to her.

((your turn loverr heh))
17 February 2007 @ 12:03 pm
Michael Vaughn walked into the cloud of cigarette smoke, annoyed at Weiss. What was wrong with their regular sports bar? A couple of beers, some pizza, and the game, simple as that. He should never have told Weiss that he broke up with Alice. Now that meant they were available to single guys' night out. Joy. SO now he had been dragged into a club. Normally, Vaughn would be more excited about this kind of thing. The CIA didn't allow for much relaxing and doing "guyish" things. However, Weiss was annoyingly right, meetings with Sydney left him rather unstrung. He had already used all his strings in trying to protect and comfort her without crashing her into his lips in two seconds. So much for the responsibility lecture he had given himself in a mirror this morning.

"Vaughn, my man!" Weiss shouted, lifting his arm in greeting. Vaughn smiled and made his way over.

"Eric, what's going on?" Vaughn hugged Weiss. Well, not hugged persay, it was more of a handshake slash clasp thing, he ended up deeming it the man hug.

Weiss gestured with a look to a very attractive young blonde was sneaking them a look over her shoulder. In the spirit of things, Vaughn gave her a once over.

"Weiss, come on man, she's like- thirteen," Vaughn criticized his choice good naturedly.

"Loosen up, Michael, Sydney's a big girl, you don't need to coddle her." Weiss raised his eyebrows at his best friend. He sighed, Vaughn always managed to get a) seriously worried or b) seriously lovesick after a meeting with Sydney.

"I don't 'coddle' her!" Vaughn replied indignantly.

"You do too." Weiss looked him straight in the eye, challenging him to disagree. He opened his mouth to speak again, but then thought better of it.

"She already has enough problems. I'm her HANDLER. It' my job to make sure she's all right. If she isn't all right, we can't exactly send her on missions, can we?" Vaughn hissed at him, keeping his voice down, though he doubted it was necessary over the pulsating music.

"Whatever." Weiss shrugged, noncommitaly. To the bartender, he said, "We'll take two scotches on the rocks."

Sighing, Vaughn knocked back about a 1/3 of his drink in one gulp. He nursed it while they talked about sports, who was smarter, women, whatever came to mind. However, Vaughn just wasn't into it. The look on Sydney's face when he left her, it left him feeling terrible. The brilliant solution to that? Find a girl.

The blonde made her way over after Vaughn bought her a drink while Weiss flirted with the brunette on their left. Vaughn had to wonder exactly how much liquor they had.

"Hey," she smiled, sucking the olive from her martini.

"Hey," Vaughn answered, making eye contact. He might have had a bit much to drink, as her blue eyes were rather blurry. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good." She smiled, resting her fingers on his arm. "It was my twenty third birthday yesterday. We're having a girl's night out." She gestured her friends out on the dance floor, gyrating to the beat.

"Mmmmmm. Happy Birthday," Shit, this totally had to classify as cradle robbing. What would Sydney say, he was flirting with a girl that was 10 years younger than he was! Agh. There it was, Sydney again. Who was sitting at home alone. Shit. He felt terrible. Sighing, he turned back to the lovely blonde.

"Look, enjoy your drink and your birthday. I gotta go, you look great, by the way." Vauhgn excused himself, grabbed his jacket, and headed straight to the door.

"Wait. Call me." She scribbled her phone number on the bar napkin and smiled seductively. Vauhgn hesitated. And then he saw the disappointment again.

"I'm sorry, I can't." He smiled as he pushed the napkin back toward her. "Tell the guy over there that I left, all right? Thanks." Vaughn smiled at her before heading out the door, feeling her very confused glance on his back. He knew the feeling. What was he doing? He was single now. Shouldn't he be exploiting every oppurtunity to hook up with hot women? He sighed as he reached his car. No, because Sydney would always be hotter. DAMN. He punched his steering wheel before pressing the gas pedal.

He took out his cell phone, and punched in the number he knew by muscle memory. It rang a couple of times.


Vaughn smiled slightly, she was home.

"Joey's Pizza?"

He sped off to their self-storage cage.
12 February 2007 @ 02:19 pm
So what the fuck.

That was Sydney's thought as she walked out of her talk with her father. He had kindly informed her that SD-6 suspects they have a mole, and she could be compromised.

Just greattt.

Meanwhile, in meetings, Sloane presents his normal, fake self in telling everyone that it is a normal, routine procedure. Yeah right.

After contacting Vaughn, Sydney got to their meetings place as quickly as possible.

"I'm being followed!" She said to him, out of breath.

"SD-6 found the leak. They're suspecting they have a mole. Vaughn.."

She took a few deep breaths, looking around the room, then back at him.

"My father said that they'll use this special Lie Detector Test, one that's different from others. It's very hard to deceive, but I need to find out HOW." She spoke this in separated syllables, hopefully hinting to Vaughn how serious this was.

"I could be compromised."

Her voice cracked because she really was scared. She'd taken LDT's before, but none like the one her father described. She was screwed if Vaughn couldn't get her to to be able to pass.

((yourr turn love))