Yo, this is R. Due to sex and maybe language. Don't be afraid to list your oppinions. ***** 1. Syd and Micheal are in bed, Vaughn kisses her neck, then moves up toward her ear. She returns the effect, pulling at his shirt and slowly lifting it up his back. Then he pauses in his efforts long enough to pull it off the rest of the way, then he continues. Sydney giggles, "Slow down! I can't work in these conditions." He smiles. "You work for the CIA. You can do anything." She laughs again. Vaughn slides off his belt, then she pulls off her own shirt, and he growls playfully. "You know, Vaughn... you never act like this normally. Typical Vaughn behavior contains quiet worry for his fellow officer Sydney Bristow." His turn to laugh. I guess. He stands up, taking off his socks and pants. She mirrors his actions, until the two of them are in no more than their underwear. He gets back into bed and they continue to make out. He knits his brow and stops suddenly. "Do you want to... heh, this might sound stupid... but have you ever thought about kids? You know... miniature Micheal Vaughns?" Sydney sighs. "I don't know... like you say, I work for the CIA..." "I can handle it." She pulls at his boxers. "Does that answer your question?" He grins. "Hmm..." They finish undressing, until they are both naked and lying on the bed, wondering about what Jack would think about 'miniature Micheal Vaughns.' Then they pushed beyond that thinking, Sydney ran her hands up and down Vaughns penis, and kissed his lips. "I can't believe we're doing this." She mutters. He holds her hips carefully, then they decide in unison to connect. "Rrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggg!" They jump, startled. "Damn phone!" Micheal mutters, then he stands up miserably to answer it. "Hello?!" He yells into the speaker. "Hello, this is Jason Bennete calling for a Miss Sydney Bristow." Vaughn turns and holds the phone out to her, "Miss Sydney Bristow." "Status soon to change." She whispers playfully. Then, into the phone, "Hello?" "Jason Bennete, Miss Bristow... I have been informed that you were friends with a Mister Will Tippin?" "Um... yes." "I'm... sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but a body was found today in the Carlton Hotel south of... well... it belonged to him. I doubt locations are of importance. I'm sorry." The voice was calm, as though he had the duty of making these calls so often that he was used to it. Sydney dropped the phone, and the light went off, signaling that Jason had hung up. Vaughn watched in horror as Sydney's previously cheerful eyes filled with tears. "What?! What is it? Sydney?" He grabbed the phone and threw it aside, then wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "What is it?" "Will..."