ooh, I really like this fic! I hope you continue with it soon! :D

ahh!! yay!! :dance: This is great. Write more soon, please! :D

oo oo, who's the new handler? Weiss? Jack? hmm...

well I'm never guessing again. aww..poor vaughn..


no, I write fan fics too, but I just finished one right before moving this board over, and my next one is in the works.

aww, it's great. I can't wait to see them on a mission. :D lol. You'll get more readers soon. The board just doesn't have many ppl yet.

lol I love Weiss. Always the matchmaker. :D

lol. That was great! I loved it! :D :lol:

It's okay. Take your time! :D The chapter was good for its shortness.

hmm..I wonder how this will go. Very interesting chapter :D

Hey, everybody! This is my first fanfic. I'm hoping it'll be really good, but you never know. It's post Phase One which is my all-time favorite episode. But when you read this you have to remember that whatever has already really happened since Phase One DID NOT happen. But Francie didn't die but nothing happened between her and Will. Also, I do not own any of these characters, JJ does. I'm not creative enough to come up with these wonderful people. Anyway, read, enjoy, respond, criticize, and tell me whatever you think. Remember that this is my first fanfic so if it’s stupid, forgive me!


Chapter 1


Sydney POV
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I looked around me and I realized that it was over. The torture I had been through for the past year and a half had come to a halt. Then, I looked at the debris on the ground and felt a huge burden lifted off of me.
I then looked up and saw him standing across that room from me. Our eyes met and I once again felt that uncontrolable urge to run into his arms. He came closer to me and I knew what was going to happen. Then he was right in front of me. I felt his strong arms close around me and his lips touched mine. It was the best minute of my life. I felt his hands running up and down my back and I got chills. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. I knew it was perfect-

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

I jumped up and I was no longer in the ruins of the building I despised, kissing the man I had always longed for- I was in my bed. And the kiss never happened. And Sloane was still there. Sark was still there. And SD-6 was alive and well. And reality ame crashing downon me.
Groaning at the realization, I reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed over to my closet. I pulled out another dreary, black suit.
After I got ready, I quietly walked through the house to the front door, so as not to wake Francie. I headed out the door and got into my car. I got into my seat and put my keys in the ignition. And for a moment I just sat there and remembered my dream and wished and hoped and prayed that it would someday come true. But no matter how hard I wished it wouldn't happen while I was just sitting there.
So, I pulled out and got on the highway. I saw the Credit Dauphine building come into veiw and menatally prepared myself for another day in Hell.

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I know, I know. I'm fanfic obsessed! I spend almost all my time in Alias forums either reading or writing fanfics, but I can't help it! Anyway, please respond!

Chapter 2

I pulled into the parking garage and maneuvered through the tightly compacted rows of black cars, all of which are similar to mine. I searched and searched for an empty space and when I went through rows and rows and found not one empty space, I was saddened because I once again realized that almost every one of these cars belonged to an innocent person working against their own government and not even knowing. All at the hands of a cruel tyrant by the name of Arvin Sloane.
And then for what seemed like the millionth time, the thought of my revenge came back onto my mind. I knew that eventually the day would come when I would be successful in bringing him down. And while he's watching his whole world crash down before his very eyes and he'll look up and see me standing over him, his fate in my hands. And at that moment he'll know it was me and that I had been the one deceiving him the whole time and not the other way around.
And then I would be free; no longer a prisoner of the life I lead. I could get a normal job like normal people. I wouldn't come back from business trips with bruises and bullet wounds. I wouldn't have to lie to my friends about where I was going or where I had been.
But most importantly, I could have the one person I wanted the most --Vaughn. We could be seen together in public. We could talk without worrying about who was around to hear it. And I could tell him that I have been in love with him since the day we met and that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And hopefully, he would tell me that he felt the same way.
Then, I came out of my hopeful daydream and realized that I was at the entrance to SD-6. I stepped through the door and into the white room where I received a retinal scanning. Then, I stepped through the final door and into my emotional torture chamber.
Although I was dreading stepping into the debriefing room, I was already five minutes late and Sloane had been on my case lately. I quickly walked past the hi-tech comuters and equipment to the glass doors of the debrief room. As I opened the door, I put on my worn-out smile to at least make it appear like I was happy to be there.
My father, Dixon, Marshall, and Sark were already seated around Sloane. No one was speaking yet, so they were obviously waiting for me. I quickly took my seat and got a hard, cold stare from Sloane.
"Miss Bristow, your late," said Sloane in an icey voice, "We have been waiting for you and frankly, I'm losing my patience. You are putting yourself before this agency and this country. Now I know that you would never do this intentionally, would you Miss Bristow?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," I replied in the same cold tone.
"Good, now let's continue," said Sloane, acting as if he had brushed off his anger, but he was still staring at me with his evil eyes, "Now, Mr. Sark, you will accompany Sydney to--"
"Wait! I'm going with Sark? What about Dixon?" I asked, alarmed because I might not be able to complete my countermission under the sharp and watchful eyes of Sark.
"Miss Bristow! You will not interrupt me again!" shouted Sloane, his face turning red with anger.
I quietly mumbled an apology looked down at my hands. What horrible sin have I committed to have to obey the orders of the Devil himself?
"As I was saying, Mr. Sark will accompany Sydney to retrieve a disk of information that historians found and sold to a group invovled in the black market. The men are staying in a luxury hotel in France and the disk is there with them. You will be posing as a husband and wife on a vacation. Mr. Dixon will be in Spain retrieving a copy of the disk from the historians' safe," said Sloane, tossing the information for the mission at us from across the table. "You leave tomorrow night. That is all. You may go."
I couldn't believe it. Not only was I going on an SD-6 without Dixon, but I was going with Sark. And as if that wasn't bad enough, we were going as husband and wife. Just the thought made me cringe.
My dad must have figured out what I was thinking by the disgusted look on my face because he came over to reassure me that everything was going to work out. I still don't see how, though.
I left the building, got in my car, and drove home. On the way, I reviewed the mission in my mind, trying to figure out how I was going to make a copy of the disk without Sark noticing. I didn't think anything good would come out of this, but then a smile spread over my face when I realized that a new mission meant I would have to go to the warehouse for a meeting with Vaughn.
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Chapter 3

I drove downtown to the area where the warehouse was located. I cautiously looked into my rearview mirror to make sure that I wasn't being followed. After I was sure that I wasn't in any danger, I slipped into yet another daydream of Vaughn.
I knew that he was my handler and that I was his asset and that that was a business relationship. There was a line that we couldn't cross. And he had a girlfriend. Her name was Alice. I hated to say it, but I despised her almost as much as I despised Sloane. I guess it was because I was simply jealous of her. It's like when I see her, she brings out a bright green in my dark brown eyes. But I always wondered if Vaughn would ever feel the same way about me that he feels about her.
I came around the corner and parked my car. I got out and once again felt butterflies in my stomach. I was going to see Vaughn. I felt like a silly teenager with a crush, but I didn't care. I just hoped that he didn't notice how nervous I was around him.
I stepped through the door and his smell instantly hit me. I felt calm and relaxed for a moment, but then I looked up and saw him and got that jittery feeling again.
He was standing there with a worried look on his face and the same forehead wrinkles he always gets when we meet, only today he seemed somehow different. His big, green eyes were sparkling and he had that half-smile on his face, like he knew a secret that I didn’t. No matter how many times I had seen him in the past year and a half, I could never take my eyes off him. He was my perfect match, I knew that for a fact, but was I his?
Vaughn stepped out of the shadows and I had to silently remind myself to breathe.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” I replied, exchanging our usual greeting.
“Alright, now, your leaving for Paris tomorrow night. You’ll be at a party in the ballroom of the hotel. Sark is supposed to stay in the ballroom and direct you over the earpiece on how to get the disk. When you do get it, you’ll have a brush pass with me on the fourth floor of the hotel down hallway B. I’ll give you the fake and you’ll give that one to Sloane. We’ve already sent a CIA agent to Spain to retrieve the disk that Dixon is going to get tomorrow, so Dixon will bring back a fake just like the one that you will give to Sloane, that way, they’ll both appear to be real,” Vaughn said.
“I can’t do this,” I said, beginning to doubt myself.
“What do you mean? You’re the best agent we have,” he asked.
“Well, I mean Sark is... observant. He’ll know if something is up. He might possibly have some of his own guys there to make sure that nothing happens. He’s dangerous,” I said worriedly.
“I don’t know, I’ll have to ask Kendall if there are any other options. But, Syd, I know that you can do this,” he said reassuringly.
There are so many things that I love about Michael Vaughn. The way he worries about me. The way he tries to make my life easier. But most of all, I love the way he calls me Syd.
“Thank you. Well, I have to leave,” I said but I just stood there, not wanting to go.
After a few seconds, I reluctantly walked out the door and back into the real world. I got in my car and drove towards home, where I could let my heart slow down to my normal speed.
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Chapter 4

I reached the door and pulled out my keys. I unlocked and opened the wooden door and prepared to tell another long, drawn-out string of lies. Francie was sitting at the table looking over papers. They looked like bills; probably from her restaurant, which was becoming very successful. She greeted me with a warm smile.
“Hey, how’s it goin?” she asked.
“Fine,” I lied, the news of being married to Sark was still an awful scar on my mind.
“You don’t look fine,” she said, seeing straight through me. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just, I have to go on another business trip tomorrow night and I’m not really all that excited about going,” I said. That wasn’t really a complete lie though.
“Where to this time?” she asked.
“New York City,” I lied yet again.
“You should just quit that stupid job, you know,” said Francie, once again getting aggravated with me and my work.
“Francie, I’ve told you before, this job is important to me,” I said for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Well, how about we go have some fun tonight before you leave?” she asked.
“Ok, where do you want to go?” I asked, interested.
“How about the club on 6th Street?” she asked.
“Alright, give me like fifteen minutes to get ready,” I said.
“Ok, I’m gonna go call Will,” she said as she left the room.
I went to my room to get ready. I put on a red halter top and a short black leather skirt. I pulled my hair up and put on my make-up. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to convince myself not to think about work. Tonight was strictly for fun with my best friends. I was going to have fun and I wasn’t going to think about work. I kept repeating that to myself.
When I was finished getting ready, I went into the living room to wait for Francie. To my surprise, Will was already in there waiting for us. He stared at me for a long time without saying anything. I got uncomfortable with the gawking so I interrupted it with the word, “Hey”
“Hey,” he replied.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked uncomfortably because he was still staring.
“Nothing, you just look great,” he replied.
“Oh, thanks,” I said.
Yes, I care very much about Will. But I don’t care about him the same way he cares about me. We kissed once, but that was a long time ago. It really didn’t appeal to me, but it did for him I guess because here we are, a year and a half later, and he still looks at me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. He had even once told me that he loved me. That was last year at the safe house. Apparently, though, he still felt the same way. And now that he works for the CIA, I have to put up with his stares everyday.
For a long time I thought it was kind of pathetic the way people became obsessed with someone who didn’t love them back. But then I met Vaughn. I try not to think about him, but I can’t help it. He’s perfect in every way possible. The irony of this whole thing is that Will likes me, I like Vaughn, and Vaughn likes Alice.
“Alright guys, let’s go,” said Francie as she walked into the room and interrupted my thoughts.
We got in the car and drove to the club. Within ten minutes, we were there. We got out and walked to the doors of the large building. Loud music was blaring inside. I grabbed the handle of the glass door, pulled it open, and stepped in.
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Chapter 5

The club was dark and loud music blared from every direction. People were dancing and having a good time. I wanted to have a good time, and that was exactly what I was going to do. We found a table and ordered some drinks. A Shirley Temple for Francie, a Tequilla for Will, and a Margarita for me.
Next thing I knew, I was being dragged out onto the dance floor by Francie. We danced and I started to have a good time. Soon Will joined us. It was just like the old days in college. I didn't have any worries or fears. I didn't have to constantly lie. I was a normal person with a normal life.
Soon after, a slow song came on and Francie instantly found a young, attractive guy to be her dancing partner. I was once again getting those odd looks from Will so I said that I had to go to the bathroom and headed to the back of the club.
Instantly, I spotted the love of my life at the bar. It was Vaughn. He was alone and I headed over to him and acted like I didn't realize it was him. I sat on a stool next to him and looked in the other direction. I didn't have to look at him, just being near him made my heart race.
"Sydney!" he said, surprised to see me.
"Vaughn!" I exclaimed in the same surprised tone, although mine wasn't genuine.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm just here to have fun with my friends. What about you?" I asked, but then I knew because one of my least favorite people showed up behind him. Alice.
"Hi, Rita," said Alice before Vaughn could respond.
"Hi, Alice," I said, attempting to look happy to see her. It was just about as hard as putting on that fake smile for Sloane. There was then an awkward silence and Alice looked at her watch.
"Michael, we have to go. Our reservation for dinner is at 8:00 and it's 7:45," she exclaimed, pulling at Vaughn's arm.
"Yeah, we don't want to be late," he replied.
"It's been nice seeing you, Rita," said Alice, although I got the feeling she was lying.
"Bye," I called to Vaughn.
"Bye," he called back while being dragged out of the club by Alice.
Suddenly I had an overwhelming feeling of depression. Vaughn was dating Alice. Vaughn loved Alice. She was his girlfriend and he was her boyfriend. And I was just his asset. We had a professional relationship. And that was all we would ever have.
I can't remember much from that night after that except that I had margarita after margarita. With every sip, I forgot more and more about the pain, but of course it would still be there tomorrow. By the end of the night I had met back up with Will and Francie.
I guess they felt sorry for me because they tried to comfort me, although I wouldn't tell them what was wrong. Francie went back and danced some more, but Will stayed and drank with me. And that night, under the influence of alcohol, Will had asked me out and I had said yes. And then, as I was later told by Francie, we sealed it with a long and passionate kiss.
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Chapter 6

I woke up with an awful hangover. My head was pounding and the thunder booming and the rain pouring outside didn't help, either. I groaned as I pulled myself up out of bed.
I stood on shaking legs as I walked into my bathroom. I opened the door to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of asprin.
I remembered the club. I remembered the margaritas, but I didn't have that many, did I? I couldn't recall the evenings events or what had made me drink so much or even whether I had a good time or not.
Francie was still in bed so I tip-toed to the living room and laid down of the soft couch. Then, I heard the shrill ring of the phone and almost fell off the couch from surprise and pain.
"Hello," I said in a voice that was anything but cheerful.
"Hey, Syd," came Will's happy voice from over the line.
Memories of the night before came flooding back into my mind. Vaughn. Alice. The kiss. I remembered, but then I really didn't want to. It was one of the worst nights of my life.
"So, do you want to have dinner tonight," he said, bringing me back from my awful memories.
"I can't. I ave to go on a... business trip," I said, for once glad that I had to go.
Yes, I cared about Will, but not in that way. And as of right now, I wasn't sure how to break up with him because I wanted to do it without hurting his feelings. Now was not the right time anyway.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” he said. “I guess I’ll see you at work.”
“Bye,” he said.
“Bye,” I said, relieved that I didn’t have to talk to him anymore for the time being.
I realized that no matter how much I didn’t want to I, had to go to work. So, I got up and headed back to my room. I pulled the black pants suit that I had come to despise and put it on. When I went back to the kitchen, Francie was awake and making bacon and eggs for breakfast.
“Hey, you want something to eat?” she asked.
“No, thanks. I need to get to work,” I said.
“Ok, when are you gonna get back from your trip to... New York, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Let’s see, it’s Saturday, so...by Wednesday,” I said, counting the days on my fingers.
We hugged and said our goodbyes because she wouldn’t be home when I left. I knew that Francie was upset about my job, but she tried to hide it.
I got my keys and headed out the door to my car. I started the car and took off down the highway. I pulled into the Credit Dauphine parking lot and was once again overcome with a sense of dread.
I walked into the building, received a retinal scanning, and walked into headquarters. And then I stopped dead in my tracks and stared in bewilderment at the scene that was laid out before me.
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Chapter 7

I had no idea what was going on. I didn't know how he was here. I didn't know why he was here. I kept asking myself if this was another dream. A twisted, confusing dream.
It was Vaughn. He was standing in the middle of SD-6 headquarters. He was an angel in Hell have a casual conversation with Satan. Or in this case Sloane.
Suddenly, my stomach got tied up in knots. Something was going on. And I hadn't been told. I hated that more than anything. A million questions flooded into my mind.
I took a deep breath and attempted to walked passed them. Then Sloane stopped me.
"Sydney, this is Agent Vaughn. Agent Vaughn, this is Sydney Bristow, one of our best agents," said Sloane.
"It's nice to meet you," I said.
"No, the pleasure's mine," he said, in a way that mad emy heart flutter.
"Sydney, tell everyone we'll be in debrief shortly," said Sloane.
With that I left them and went to the debrief room wondering what lay ahead. I sat down in my chair. Dixon, Marshall, and my dad were already there, but Sark's chair was empty.
Then the glass doors opened and in came Sloane, followed by Vaughn. Vaughn smiled at me and I got butterflies in my stomach. Sloane gestured for Vaughn to sit in the seat across from me that was usually occupied by Sark. He sat obediently and then Sloane took his seat at the head of the table.
"You all may be wondering what is going on. Well, first of all, Mr. Sark didn't come into work this morning. We sent a team earlier to search his home for him. When they didn't come back, we sent an agent to see what had happened. The agent later returned and reported that the search team were found dead and Sark was gone," said Sloane.
He tried to look calm, but I could tell that he was nervous, as was I. Until Sark's whereabouts were known, we were all in possible danger.
"Who will I be going on the mission with then?" I asked, feeling relief that I wouldn't have to be married to Sark.
"Well, I'm getting there, Sydney," said Sloane. "For those of you who haven't met him already, this is Agent Vaughn. He was sent here by SD-8 this morning and will be your partner on the mission, Sydney. Everything will go as planned. You will check into the Chateu as Mr. and Mrs. Richardson. You leave at 7:30 tonight. That will be all."
For a long time I just sat there, in complete disbelief. I was going to be married to Vaughn. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I felt like jumping all over the place. Singing. Dancing. Life was perfect, or so I thought.
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Chapter 8

"Syd," I heard Vaughn's sweet voice and it brought me out of my daydream of our "marriage."
"What?" I asked, acting as if I had an idea of what was going on around me.
"Everyone's gone. We have to go," he said.
"Oh, sorry. I was just...thinking," I said.
"About where Sark is right? Don't worry, Syd, everything's gonna work out,” he tried to reassure me.
“Um, yeah. I guess I’m just worried. That’s all,” I said telling another lie.
Of course the thing with Sark was important. Of course I should’ve been worried. And I was, but that wasn’t what I was thinking about. I was thinking about Vaughn and how I felt about him. But I wasn’t going to tell him, especially not in the middle of SD-6. So I got up and started heading for the door with Vaughn trailing behind me.
We got to the parking garage and I got in my car and Vaughn got in his. As soon as I was out of sight of the Credit Dauphine building, my cell phone rang.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Joey’s Pizza?” asked the familiar voice on the other end.
“Sorry, wrong number,” I said, hanging up.
I was going to meet Vaughn at the warehouse. Maybe then he could explain to me what exactly was going on.
I checked my rear-view mirror to make sure that I wasn’t being followed and headed to the other end of town. I parked my car and walked through the back door of the warehouse.
Vaughn was already there waiting for me. I got kind of nervous again. But this time it wasn’t just because of being there with Vaughn. It was because of what could possibly be going on. So I just got right to the point.
“Vaughn, what’s going on?” I asked trying not to sound worried.
"Ok," he said taking a deep breath. "We found out of Sark's disappearence earlier this morning from your dad. Now Sark could possibly be out there, just waiting to sabotage the mission. So, the CIA figured that if Sark was gone, you would have to go on the mission alone. And that might be dangerous. So we decided to send in another agent to help you. I had training when I was living in Langley a few years back, so Kendall picked me for a job. I'm now a double agent."
By that time my eyes had grown wide with surprise and excitement. Not only would I get to see Vaughn more often, but I would get to be his partner. But there was only one question in my mind.
"What about that whole SD-8 story?" I asked.
"All made up," he said, smiling.
"So your not my handler anymore?" I asked.
"No, actually we are going to have the same handler now since we'll be partners," he said. "Actually we're meeting our new handler here in a few minutes."
I just imagined being able to date Vaughn. He wasn't my handler and I wasn't his asset. It would be perfect. And then my hopes were shattered when I remembered Alice.
Then I turned to face the door. And my jaw suddenly dropped when I saw my new handler.
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Chapter 9

My jaw dropped and I felt my eyes double in size. I was standing in the warehouse with Vaughn, the man I was in love with and staring at my new handler, Will, the man I was dating. As, if my life wasn’t complicated enough, something like this just had to happen.
“Hey, Syd,” said Will.
“Hey,” I said with a fake smile.
“Nice to see you, Vaughn,” said Will.
“Good to see you too, Will,” he replied.
“Will, you’re our handler?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
“But...how?” I asked, still in disbelief.
“Kendall said that I was doing a great job as an analyst and he needed a new handler and well, here I am,” he said, beaming.
“That’s great, Will,” I said, trying to sound happy.
There was then a long silence. I wanted to get this meeting from Hell over with so I asked for our countermission. The sooner I could leave, the better.
“Oh, the countermission, right. Ok, you guys use the aliases that SD-6 gave you and complete the mission just as Sloane directed you to. The only difference is that you will have a brushpass with Weiss. You give him the real disk, and he’ll give you the fake one. Pretty simple. Just watch out for Sark, he could be out there somewhere. Any questions?” he asked.
When neither of us responded, I decided to try to casually leave. I wouldn’t normally try to leave a room when Vaughn was there, but I just couldn’t take being there with Will anymore.
“Well, I’m meeting Francie for lunch ... so, I have to leave,” I said heading for the door.
“Bye, Syd,” said Vaughn.
“Bye,” I said, turning to see Vaughn once more before I left.
When I turned back around, Will was right in front of me. Before I could do anything, he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me. My eyes widened and I only attempted to breathe when he let go of me. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I turned to see Vaughn standing there staring at us with eyes twice the size of my own. I felt myself blush. I wanted to hide from embarressment.
“Are you guys dating?” asked Vaughn, with a confused and questioning look on his face.
“Yeah,” said Will happily before I could stop him.
“Oh,” said Vaughn, still staring.
The there was another awkward silence. Saying that I was uncomfortable would be an understatement.
"Bye, guys," I said quickly as I hurried out the door and left the two of them staring at each other blankly.
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it's good that you write them too b/c it's kinda weird to be the only one! plus i love reading other ppl's fics. It's no fun when you read your own! lol!

Chapter 10

We boarded the plane to Paris later that night. I was sitting in a seat next to Vaughn. Neither of us had said anything in a long time.
Maybe he was thinking about the mission. Menatlly preparing himself for his first mission as a double agent. Maybe that's what it looked like I was doing too. But of course I wasn't.
I kept remembering that horrible scene with Will in the warehouse. I wanted so badly to forget it. But what I wanted more was for Vaughn to forget it. Now he knew that I was dating Will.
I stared out the window and searched the passing clouds for ideas. How would I break up with Will? How could I do it without hurting his feelings? He was one of my best friends and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. I pushed it out of my mind and concentrated on the mission.
I turned my head, and saw Vaughn, and suddenly my mood lightened. I was going to Paris. The city of romance. With Vaughn. The man I loved. And we were to pretend to be married.
A thousand questions came to mind. Would we hold hands? Would we maybe, just maybe have to kiss to protect our cover?
"Syd," said Vaughn, interrupting my silent daydream.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing really. I just wanted to talk to you," he said.
"This is about Will, isn't it?" I asked nervously.
"Um, yeah. Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"I just ... didn't think it was that important, that's all," I said.
"Oh, he's a lucky guy," said Vaughn,making me smile. Maybe that was just a compliment to him, but it meant the world to me. By that time looking just about as uncomfortable as I felt.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep. Being a double is gonna wear you out. And we have to be on the lookout for Sark," I said, for once looking out for him instead of the other way around. And it was also a lame attempt at trying to change the subject.
"Ok," he said turning over and closing his gorgeous green eyes.
And only when I was absoulutely sure that he was asleep did I dare to whisper the words that were building up inside of me.
"I love you."
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Chapter 11

When I awoke, I looked over at Vaughn. He was awake and staring at me with a thoughtful expression on his face. That was the look that drove me crazy. But in a good way.
“Hey,” I said, “Are we there yet?”
“Almost,” he said. his eyes were sparkling. Of course they always did, but this time it was somehow... different.
“What?” he asked. I guess I had been looking at him the same way he had been looking at me earlier.
“Nothing, you just seem...different, that’s all,” I said.
“Different, how?” he asked.
“I don’t know, just different,” I said.
“Different in a bad way?” he asked.
“No, never in a bad way,” I said with a reassuring smile.
I was about to ask him what he was in such deep thought about, when Weiss came up from the back of the plane. He was going to Paris too so that we could brushpass with him and get the fake disk.
“Hey, guys. What’s going on?” he asked.
“Nothing really. I just woke up,” I replied.
“Well, the pilot said that we’ll be there in about ten minutes, so you might want to get ready,” he said.
“Alright,” I said picking up the suitcase full of clothes and wigs that I had been issued as disguises. “Then, I guess I’ll see you both in ten minutes.”
As I started to walk away, Weiss came up behind me and whispered in my ear.
"Try the red dress. Vaughn was telling me earlier how good he thought you would look in it," he said.
"I doubt he told you that," I said in disbelief.
"Why don't you ask him?" he said as he shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I shouldn't have believed him or should I?
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Chapter 12

After much pondering, I decided to take Weiss’s advice. If he was telling the truth, the red dress would come to my advantage. But if not, it wouldn’t do any harm. But, God, I hoped he was telling the truth.
I went to the small room in the back of the plane, and opened up the designer suitcase. It was filled with expensive clothes and shoes. There were also about five different wigs and passports.
I dug around a bit and pulled out the slinky red dress. I was dying to put it on. Not only because Vaughn might like it on me, but because it was simply stylish and very expensive. The lowcut dress was held up by nothing more than extremely thin spaghetti straps. I pulled the dress over my head. The skirt was really short, almost too short. It hugged every one of my curves perfectly. If this didn’t phase Vaughn, I didn’t know what would.
To finish the ensemble, I picked out an auburn wig and my passport. I slipped on the matching heels and grabbed my purse as I walked to the main part of the plane.
I peered through the crack in the door and saw Vaughn and Weiss standing there. They were discussing hockey, as always. I put my hand on the door, but then I got nervous.
I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked through.
As I entered the room, their conversation immediately stopped. Weiss's eyes got big and if I'm not mistaken, Vaughn's jaw dropped. Just the thought of it made my heart skip a beat.
Weiss let out a low whistle and said, "Man, if she wasn't your woman-"
"She is not my woman!" Vaughn interrupted.
"Sure she's not," said Weiss sarcastically.
By that time I was really uncomfortable. But it also felt good to think that I had some effect on Vaughn. Even so, I wanted this to stop before it got even more uncomfortable, if that was even possible.
"You guys should go get ready. We have a mission to take care of," I said.
"Ok," said Vaughn, looking eager to leave.
They turned and went the other way. I felt relieved and yet disappointed at the same time.
Then I heard Weiss say,"Dude, stop drooling on me!"
"I am not!" opposed Vaughn.
"Yes, you are!" said Weiss.
The argument continued until they were so far away I couldn't hear them anymore. As I turned to walk to my seat, a wide grin spread across my face. Maybe this mission could benefit me as well as the CIA.
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Chapter 13

The plane landed and it was time to get into work mode. I stepped off the plane and caught up with Vaughn and Weiss. They were whispering something to each other. It was probably about the whole "dress and drool" thing. And if they were still talking about it, for some reason, it gave me a strange sort of satisfaction.
"Hi, guys," I said as I came up behind them. "Are we ready to go?"
"Um, yeah," said Vaughn, obviously thinking about something else.
We left Weiss at the headquarters there, where he would be waiting for the brushpass the next night.
I didn't usually go a day early for a mission, but Sloane wanted us to appear as we were going for a vacation and to the exclusive party at the hotel. Most people showed up days before the party so so would we.
As we were about to hail a cab, Vaughn slipped what appeared to be a diamond ring on my finger. I looked up at him and our eyes met. We stared at each other for a few minutes in some sort of trance.
I was simply getting lost in the moment and his gorgeous green eyes. My only guess as to what he was thinking about was, Why on earth is she staring at me like that? but whatever.
After that short, but awkward moment, a taxi pulled up and Vaughn opened the door to let me in. I sat down on the old, warn out leather seat and stared out the window. All I could think about was that look. I knew that it shouldn't have meant anything, but something deep down in me somewhere told me there was. And then doubt started to set in. Maybe Vaughn was just being Nicholas Richardson, but for now I was Alise Richardson, and for the moment, she was the only person I wanted to be.
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Chapter 14

The taxi stopped in front of a large and luxurious hotel. The bellhop came around to the side of the car and opened the door for me. I gratefully took his hand as he helped me out the car. I gracefully walked up to the front desk with Vaughn trailing behind me. I had a feeling he was staring at me. I don't know how I knew, I could just feel his eyes on me, but I wasn't complaining.
I strode up to the desk and said in my best English accent, “Excuse me, but I need to check in.”
“Do you have a reservation?” said the snooty French man.
“Why yes,” I said. “It just so happens that I do.”
“Your name please,” he said, staring at the short hem of my dress.
“Alise Richardson. And this is my husband, Nicholas,” I said with a slight attitude, as Vaughn came up behind me. Maybe if he knew that Vaughn and I were a couple, that disgusting pig would quit staring at me like I was some sort of object. Not only that, but just stating that Vaughn was my husband made my heart flutter.
I think Vaughn noticed the tension between the man and myself, because he put his arm around my waist and added in an accent matching mine, “We are here on our honeymoon and for the party.”
He looked into my eyes again and I felt my stomach turned. His eyes were warm and gentle and for a moment I forgot that was on a mission.
"Let me show you to you room," said the bellhop.
"That would be lovely," I said throwing one last evil glance at the man at the desk.
Vaughn and I followed the guy up the elevator and down the plush carpeted hallway.
Vaughn's arm was still around me when we got to the door of our room. 'Our room'. I loved the sound of it. The bellhop pulled out his keys and opened the door. He set down our bags on the inside the room.
"If you need anything, just call the front desk," he said as he walked away.
Vaughn gently ushered me into the room. The room was of French design with a breakfast table, two plush overstuffed chairs, and only one bed.