The weekly visits to see Sark were the to put it lightly annoying. The arrogant Brit made it his personal mission to entice her anger at every available moment. Sydney took a minute to even her breathing before signaling for the guards to lift the gates. Her heels clicked against the floor as she strode to the front of the glass cage. Sark's back was to her as he did situps. She cleared her throat and leaned against the wall facing him.

"Ah Ms. Bristow" Sark stood and shrugged on the black prison tank top.

"It's Agent Bristow, Mr. Sark." she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You are so much like your mother when you do that. "

"We need your help with infiltrating my mother's safehouse outside of St. Petersburg."

Sark laughed and leaned against the glass placing his hands against the glass. He stared at her for a moment his eyes tracing the faint outline of her bra through her shirt. His eyes slowly made their way back up to her face where her eyes were boring into him. Sydney let out blow past her lips as she shrugged off the wall and folded her arms across her chest.

"Are you going to help or not Mr. Sark?"

"What do you need?"

"Building layouts, safe guards, guard schedules."

"You do realize that your mother has probably changed all of those since my capture."

"Which is why you're going to get the updated ones from her? We will travel to Russia and you will meet her in St. Petersburg, attain the information and relay the information back to us."

"A field trip with you and your boy toy. Sounds awful."

"Be ready to leave in an hour."

"Of course. Let me pack my bag." Sark quipped then turned away from her.

Sydney turned on her heel to leave then stopped. Something Sark had said bothered her.

"How did you know I was talking about Agent Vaughn?" Sydney asked without turning around.

"I never said Michael's name. I simply referred to your boy toy but it is refreshing that you finally recognize him for what he is to you. Your mother told me about this facade you and he have lead yourselves to believe is love."

Sydney slapped her hand against the indicator wishing the gates would rise faster. Sark smirked slightly but eased off for the moment.

"Agent Bristow. If possible can a haircut be arranged for me before this little trip. Irina will expect nothing less."

Sydney just nodded and walked through the remaining gates. As soon as she rounded the corner she unleashed a muffled scream and placed her hands against the wall trying to calm her breathing. A pair of arms snaked around her waist and she leaned back into Vaughn's arms. Her breathing evened out and he placed a kiss against her cheek.

"Don't let him get to you. Focus on the mission." Vaughn kissed her again then left her in the hallway still fuming.