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Professional
By Rach
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn (Alias)
Summary: More than a little has changed…
Timeline: Starts right at the end of Phase One.
Disclaimer: It’s. Not. Mine.
AN: Secret Santa fic for Emily at White Flag.
Syd grinned as she pulled away from Vaughn. “That,” she smiled, “was almost worth the wait.”
Vaughn laughed. “Only almost?”
“We could use some work,” she nodded.
“Well we’ll have to see what we can do about that.” He smiled, and tightened his arms around her again, leaning in for another kiss. After pulling away for a second time, Syd laughed.
“Much better.”
Weiss walked into the room, surveying the carnage around him. Looking at it now, it was hard to believe that less than an hour before, SD-6 had been fully functioning and as big of a threat as always.
He struggled to keep the smile off his face as he stared at Syd and Vaughn. He was happy for them, but it was his place to play the put-upon best friend, and he planned to make the most of it.
“Finally, you came up for air,” he started, making them jump. “Oh, you didn’t know I was here? Doesn’t surprise me! At least you noticed me eventually this time.”
One arm still around Sydney’s waist, Vaughn turned to Weiss. “So, was it a success?”
Weiss nodded. “Asses. Kicked. Which is probably a good job, because your cover?” He gestured to Syd and the place where Vaughn’s hand lay. “Pretty much blown.”
Sydney blushed. “I can’t believe it’s all over.”
“Almost all,” Weiss corrected her. “There’s still debrief to go through – and you two had better cut all the groping out before Kendall sees.”
Vaughn leaned in for one last kiss before the three of them began to head for the exit. “It’s not like this is all kosher between us now, you know,” Vaughn started, before Syd interrupted.
“I know, I know. ‘The CIA discourages fraternisation between agents.’” As they approached the exit, Syd leaned over to Vaughn. “But doesn’t that make it all the more sexy?”
Vaughn laughed, and watched Weiss roll his eyes. As Syd hopped into the back of the van, Weiss headed Vaughn off. “So you didn’t take my advice about the aftershave, then.”
Pushing Weiss into the van with a snort of laughter, Vaughn followed him in and closed the door. Halfway back to the operations centre, Vaughn found himself staring at Sydney, a grin on his face. Aware of Weiss beside him, he self-consciously tried to force the grin away, with no success.
Sydney could feel Vaughn staring at her, and her blush deepened. She didn’t dare look up in case Weiss said something; not that it would matter, she knew it would all be a joke with him. Chancing a glance, she saw the grin on Vaughn’s face and couldn’t help but grin back. At least if the driver noticed, he’d just put it down to SD-6 finally being dust. It wasn’t exactly a secret within the CIA just how much she wanted them gone.
As the van came to a halt, Vaughn jumped out and held the door open for Weiss, who frowned curiously and then sighed as Vaughn held his hand out to help Sydney jump down from the van.
“Yeah, smooth,” Weiss whispered. “Treat one of the most notoriously independent agents we’ve ever had like a delicate flower, that’s going to look like something other than love. Honest.”
As Syd laughed, Vaughn turned to Weiss. “I don’t suppose you could be somewhere that’s not, y’know, quite so here?”
Weiss held his hands up. “Okay, okay, I’m gone.” As he walked into the building, Syd and Vaughn heard him mumbling something about new romances and never getting any action himself, and laughed.
“So,” Vaughn started. “Think we can act like nothing’s happened around them?” He nodded towards the building.
“Of course!” Syd replied. “I’m a professional.”
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