*waves* :hi:
Lauren-the-awesome worked today :blink: cookie will you stop
-ing poople
we are not slaves! :eyebrow: :makefun:
soooo yeah I wrote :blink: uh uh....need to keep writting though
not sure I'll have lotta time cos sci gotta do a lotta stuff :ermm: ooh well
So just a huuuuuudge enormous hugwie to Laur for working that quick
:smooch: and a *glare* at cookie for
poople :eyebrow:
Okay okay I shush now!
Vaughn and I quickly unpack my bag before we reach his car and head to the rotunda. We are both silent, lost in our thoughts. Whatâs going on now? Are we going to have to go on another mission? I know I can go but Iâm still not totally healed, and now Vaughn has his wrist in a cast.
Hopefully, there won't be a lot of people on the roads. Still, the silence becomes understandable.
âSo what do you think it is?â I ask looking at Vaughn.
âI donât know. Dixon didnât tell you or something?â
âNo, he just said he needed us there ASAP.â Vaughn nods and stays focused on the road. As I observe him, I notice the wrinkles are more than obvious on his forehead.
âWhat do you think it could be about?â He doesnât reply, but he doesnât have to. Weâre both scared of the same thing: Lauren. We know that she is pregnant, so what now? What could be worse?
âWeâll find out soon enough, you donât have to over-analyze it, itâs not good.â I look at Vaughn surprised.
âAnd this is not what youâre doing right now? Youâre not thinking about it?â
âOf course I am!â
âThen what? Why shouldnât I do what youâre doing right now?â he remains silent and doesnât even glance at me. I turn my head to look though the window, the empty streets suddenly become very interesting.
I hate when he does that. When he just closes himself off from me, thinking he can let the worldâs weight rest on his shoulders alone.
We finally arrive at the headquarters and I take a look at him. He looks straight ahead of him, not acknowledging me. I sigh and follow him in the elevator. Finally just before we reach the main level, he grabs my hand and squeezes it gently. I return the gesture and he quickly smiles at me before the doors open.
When we walk out of the elevator I let go of his hand and weâre greeted by Dixon. He has this look on his face, the one I rarely see, when he has really bad news to tell us.
âSydney; Vaughn. Everyoneâs waiting for you in the conference room.â We follow him and I look worriedly at Vaughn who tries to reassure me with one of his magic smiles.
We take our seats around the table and everybody is focused on Kendall, who is standing in front of us. He doesnât waste time and he starts to explain the reason for the debrief.
âA few days ago the CIA received a new Intel on Lauren Reed, known to be an agent of the Covenant but also as the mole at the NSA. She is reportedly pregnant, and we have confirmation of this Intel.â I look quickly at Vaughn, who is focused on a spot on the table in front of him. But his tapping feet on the ground tells me that heâs all but calm right now.
âTwo agents were sent in order to investigate further on this information as soon as we acknowledged it.â Vaughn suddenly looks up at Kendall.
âWhy didnât you tell us?â he asks angrily.
âAs usual, Agent Vaughn, the CIA protocol is to wait for new Intel to be gathered before debriefing what we learned. This is the aim of this debrief.â
âI should have been part of the team!â he hits the table with his hand as he finishes speaking.
âAgent Vaughn, may I need to remind you that you were off of work for a few days for medical reasons? Also I rather keep you available for valuable missions, instead or irrelevant ones. Now if you have a problem with that, Iâll gladly discuss this with you once this debrief is over.â Vaughn sighs, irritated, and leans back on his
chair, returning to the spot on the table.
âAs I was sating before Agent Vaughn interrupted us, the CIA sent two agents looking further into this information. They broke into the doctorâs office and found blood samples as well as several tests results.â I feel Vaughn tensing, and Kendall eyes him before going on. âIt appears that Lauren Reed is effectively pregnant since nine weeks ago. As well, according to some DNA tests, Agent Vaughn seems to be the father.â
Vaughn leans on the table and sits up straight.
âHow come is it possible? She told me she couldnât have children. So why is she pregnant?â Kendall nods to another agent sitting at the table. He seems in his middle 60âs, gray and white hair joining light stubble. All the looks fall on him as he opens a folder in front of him.
âI have here Miss Reedâs medical file. According to the latest tests made five months ago, I highly doubt that it has changed.â Vaughn sighs once more and leans back on his seat exasperated.
âHowever,â the doctor continues, âthere are currently experiments running. Theyâve never been tried on humanâs body, but the NSC as well as the CIA has clearance to study the files.â he looks at Kendall, who is eyeing Vaughn. Vaughn shook his head and looked down.
âFrom now on and until I give you new orders, all of the agents here will work in order to arrest Lauren Reed. Not only is she accused of treason, but also of espionage, given she stole information and used it for personal purposes. Agent Vaughn and Agent Bristow here will lead the team. You are all under their authority until further orders. This meeting is dismissed.â Everyone leaves the room except Vaughn and I. Once weâre finally alone I turn my chair so Iâm facing him.
âAre you okay?â I ask tentatively.
âYeah, Iâm great.â he answers sarcastically. Great Bristow, go on and piss him off even more
â Iâm so-â
â Donât.â he snaps his head toward me and I see in his eyes what he doesnât tell me. Heâs blaming himself for whatâs happening.
âDonât say youâre sorry, because you shouldnât be. Itâs not your fault, and I donât want you to pity me.â
âThatâs not what Iâm doing, Vaughn. I want to be here for you, thatâs all. You need someone to talk to, someone to lean on. If you keep it all to yourself, you'll go mad.â he nods and sighs before looking up at me, a soft smile playing on his lips.
âYouâre amazing, you know that?â I smile and blush, looking down. He lifts my chin and gives me a sweet, loving kiss on the lips, before resting his forehead against mine.
âI can never thank you enough, Syd. For all you do for me, your amazing patience, your caring and-â
âVaughn, you donât need to thank me. Itâs normal for me to help, I want to. Besides youâve helped me enough in the past, now itâs my turn.â
âOh, so now itâs only about repay, huh?â he asks teasingly.
âYeah I don't like debts.â he leans on me and kisses me and I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. We break apart breathless, both of us grinning like fools.
âAs much as Iâd love to keep doing that, we have work to do.â I nod and steal one last kiss before going back to my desk, looking for any clue the CIA could have missed in Laurenâs files. After one hour or so I look up at Vaughn, whoâs still sitting at his desk, concentrating on a paper in front of him.
Thatâs when it hits me. I love him. Iâve always do, and itâll never cease. Iâve loved him for years, and not only my feelings for him keep burning more than ever in my heart, but I love him more and more each day. Thatâs why Iâll never let him down, no matter what. Iâll always be by his side. He can cry, yell at me, hug me tight or push me as far as he can, Iâll always be by his side. And I now realize that the feeling deep inside of me is what keeps me going everyday. It keeps me fighting, fighting for us. Because I want us; because I love us; and because I need us.
After about 5 more hours of researching, my stomach growls, and I eventually take my mind off of work for grabbing lunch. I ask Vaughn if he wants to come with me, but I kind of forced him to come, seeing how he reluctantly closed the folder and stood up. We both need to keep up our strength for the coming days, and we wonât get anything done with an empty stomach.
We choose to go into town to one of our favorite place. Itâs calm, surrounded by grass and trees, and we can eat outside. This is exactly what we need right now to take our minds off of work for a little while.
As we both sit quietly at our table waiting for our meal to arrive, I observe Vaughn, who obviously is avoiding my gaze.
âVaughn?â he finally looks at me, his expression unreadable.
âVaughn, talk to me. I hate it when youâre quiet like that. Youâre scaring me.â he sighs and brings his hands from his lap to the table.
âShe used me.â he looks down and plays with the napkin. âShe used me. I thought it was a marriage of love, that we understood each other. But I was wrong. How could have been so blind?â he shakes his head and I can tell tears are forming in his eyes.
âVaughn... Michael.â the use of his given name makes him look back at me, and I know I have his full attention. âNone of this is your fault. Youâve done nothing wrong. Donât blame yourself for something you have no power over. No one blames you for marrying Lauren. Itâs not your fault Vaughn, so please, for me, stop thinking youâve done something wrong because you haven't. And truth be told, I would have done the same thing.â
âWhat, marrying Lauren?â he asks teasingly and we both smile.
âLook, we all make mistakes, I have made mistakes, you have made mistakes, but we have learned from them, we have to build ourselves on them. If you donât get past them, your life is going to be hell; full of remorse and regrets. And we both know you donât want that.â He observes me for a moment before opening his mouth, but I speak before him.
âI donât regret a single thing, a single moment of my life. Itâs why we are here, now, together. I wouldnât change a single thing because it opened my eyes. Now I know that I can never take anything for granted, and that makes me enjoy every moment with you more than ever. So please donât regret your past, because that would mean you regret the present. And I donât want you to.â
He smiles at me through his wet eyes, a smile full of love.
âI promise you Syd, I promise you I wonât regret anything anymore. But sometimes I just canât help but feel guilty about whatâs happening. I know, youâll say itâs not my fault, but still...,â he takes a deep breath and goes on âthere are things that are my own fault.â I look at him confused. What does he mean there are things that are his own fault? I donât have the time to ask him because the waiter comes back with our meals and a bottle of water.
We start to eat quietly, and I enjoy our surroundings more than ever. Birds are around us singing, a soft breeze is caressing our faces, and the sun slowly heats the city. Eventually after a delicious meal weâre eating some dessert, and Vaughn is back in the work mode.
âSo did you find anything on Lauren yet?â I shake my head.
âNot really. I have some pieces of information I need to study more before guessing anything. You?â he shakes his head and takes one more bite of his strawberry pie.
âI donât know why but...I have this feeling, like something big is gonna happen. You see what I mean?â Vaughn looks at me and slowly nods, looking down at his spoon.
âI feel it too. I donât know what that means, but Iâm starting to get scared. I donât why but I think this whole pregnancy thing is hiding something bigger. I canât put a finger on it but...â he trails off and I can only nod. I know too well what heâs saying. I rarely had this feeling before. I follow my instinct a lot in this job, but this feeling, fear, mixed with excitement and wonder, makes me thing we only see the top of the iceberg.
Sci :watsup: