Disclaimer: "Hello, everyone my name is Melissa and I've been in denial about owning Alias for a few years now."

"Now don't you feel better?"

"Not Really."

A/N: Welcome back! Thanks for all the lovely comments! They keep me writing.

Chapter 1 -Mr. And Mrs. Sadlefeld

---Weiss's POV---

I listened to Sloane drone on about some guy getting shot yesterday when I noticed Sydney staring off into space.

"Syd. I whispered softly hoping to catch her attention. I tried a few more unsuccessful times before I decided to talk with her later.

"Besides the fact that this man had quite a lot of money, we see no reason as to why this man was murdered." Dixon pointed out.

"There must be a reason. Otherwise, this is simply not our jurisdiction." Jack insisted.

"The man was a 72 year-old with lung cancer and liver failure." Dixon argued.

"All the more reason that his death was suspicious." Jack continued.

"Shouldn't we hear what Sloane knows, first? Before we jump to any conclusions?" Sydney asked, quietly. So quietly that her suggestion was almost missed.

"Sloane…" Jack began.

"Well, we don't know much. In fact, we would not have even bothered with this except for one thing- the bullet. It is such an oddity. I thought perhaps it might have something to do with Rambaldi, but I cannot be sure. When I obtain more Intel, a plan can be put in order, until then, be on the lookout for anything suspicious." he informed us.

"Suspicious like what?" I asked.

"Anything suspicious that seems like it could have a connection to do with Rambaldi. Not suspicious like some baseball player's performance has wholly increased, possibly by the use of steroids." he explained. "Not to mention, and I don't say this often, but I have a hunch about this. I'm sending you guys there tonight to see what you can discover. Dismissed."

I pushed in my seat quickly and hurried after Sydney, who had already left the room.

"Sydney!" I yelled to catch her attention.

"Weiss?" she asked, turning around and rubbing her face with her hands.

"Are you alright?"

"Yea, I fine." she sighed.

I noticed slight bags underneath her eye and the look of stress on her face.

"Syd, this is me. How are you really doing?" I asked her again.

"It's just the stress from being back so soon. From going from peaceful to…" she admitted, trailing off.

"Maybe you should talk to-" I began.

"I'm fine. I don't want to talk to Dr. Barnett. I'll deal with it. I always do." To reassure me, she flashed me a smile.

"I guess I'm just being too protective. I'm sorry," I gave her a tight hug and walked away.

"She's lying…" I whispered to myself.

Hours later in the vicinity of a port Fort Lauderdale, Florida

---Sydney's POV---

"His name was Daniel Hefferman. That has been confirmed. The basis of this mission is to see if we can talk to any of the people who were here last night and see if something slips out about it." Dixon informed me.

"Are all of the guests here?" I questioned.

"No, some are being questioned by police." He responded.

"What if those who are being questioned are told not to talk about. They might be extra careful. Not to mention that since it happened so recently it'll be hard to snoop around." I pointed out.

"Hard? These are average policemen, maybe a detective or two at most. Syd, they'll be no problem at all. You know that." Dixon looked at me funny.

"Oh. I thought they'd have more then that." I lied.

I wasn't sure if he bought my story or not. "You going to go look around and take discreet pictures of the scene with this so called 'wedding ring.' Then go 'mingle' with the guests. We'll rendezvous back at 2200 hours in room 119 on the second floor. Here's a key." He handed a rather plain, white keycard which I immediately pocketed.

"What's our cover?"

"Well, Mrs. Sadlefeld, we have been married for 3 years and have come here as a way to reconcile our marriage." Dixon replied.

"Sadlefeld?" I asked, smiling. "Where's your ring?"

"No worries. An unfaithful husband has a tendency not to wear one." he smiled.

"See you at 10:00 honey." I called, walking away.

---Unknown POV---

"I don't remember much about last night. Well- the murder- I mean. I'm sorry. I was sleeping in my room. Late that night, though, the police knocked on my door to ask me some questions. I was in room 356, floor 4. My room is towards the front of the hotel, I'm sorry. I will contact you if- wait!" the women pulled closer toward me, whispered. "I remember her."

I looked up and glanced at Sydney passing by.

"Thank you. Here's my card. Feel free if you know anything else. Tell no one." I whispered and walked away.

A/N: So for the late update. I still think it's crap, but I wrote this instead of studying for exams.