next chapter, I'm sorry it's short!
Vaughn POV
I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. Quietly, but quickly, I got up out of bed and grabbed the phone, mentally cursing whoever was calling.
"Hello?" I answered groggily.
"Where is my daughter," Jack Bristow asked angrily, "She didn't check in last night and she isn't answering her phone."
I considered telling Jack the truth...for about a half of a second. If I told him the truth he would have someone hunt me down and beat me to death. Not only had I slept in the same bed as his daughter, but we had also been together for several hours which would be plenty of time for Sydney to be exposed had we been followed or were anyone tracking us. Still, I didn't want to pretend I didn't know where she was either and cause the whole CIA to be in a panick.
"She's in her hotel room I think." I said finally
"You think? You think she's in her hotel room?"
"Yes, she's in her hotel room. We had a rough night last night and she's getting some rest." I said, telling mostly the truth.
"Well when and if you talk to her, have her call me and remind her that her jet is planning to leave in six hours." Jack said and hung up the phone, obviously irritated.
"Six hours. Right." I mumbled as I pushed "End"
I sighed and wished for about the thousanth time since we'd been on this mission that we could just stay here together and ignore all this spy felgercarb.
"Was that my dad?" Sydney asked groggily, stirring me from my thoughts as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stretched.
"Yeah, he just wants you to call him and to remember that your flight leaves at four."
"Oh, thanks." Sydney said and smiled shyly, "I havn't slept like that in months." She admitted.
"Yeah, me neither. It was nice." I said, returning the smile. We were both unsure as to what came next.
We stood in silence for a few moments, then Sydney spoke.
"So, I got you some clothes," She said, walking towards the bathroom where she had hung up the t shirt and jeans.
"You left last night?" I asked, concerned for some reason.
"No, I actually sent the bellhop out to get them for you." Sydney replied, handing me the clothes, "I think they're the right size."
For some reason, looking at those clothes and realizing that she had taken care of me made my heart swell. I wanted more than ever to hold on to her and never let go.