Disclaimer: 4 sections in, and Alias still does not belong to me. I guess that means that it never will.

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Chapter 3- Deceit and Revelation, Revelation and Deceit

Magog (to Patriarch): "Your superior race? We ate them." ---Andromeda

---Sydney's POV---

I slipped into blue baggy pajama pants and a white tank top before I headed over to my suitcases. This hotel room was more or less the same room that I had been in only the night before. Except that it was more simple and not as peaceful. My hair was still wet from the pool, so I had to be careful not to wet down any of my things. I threw the clothes out of one of the suitcases and pulled out a box of tampons wrapped in a t-shirt. After doing this, I reached inside and pulled out an unmarked bottle of pills. I took the container to the bathroom where I proceeded to fill up a cup with water. I placed the pill in the back of my throat and washed it down, easily, with some water. I immediately, hurried back to the suitcase where I capped the bottle and hid it back in it's hiding place.

Just as I was pushing the suitcase back into the closet, I heard brief, succinct knocking.

"Who is it?" I asked, walking the brief distance to the door. When no one answered, I peered through the peephole only to find that there was no one at my doorstep. Angry, I had just started to walk away when a piece of paper was pushed underneath my door. The sound of the friction between the paper and the carpet alerted me to its presence.

On the paper was a pithy note:

"We need to talk.

-Sark"

I read the note and crumpled it up before I sent it flying into the trashcan. I could feel the edges of my vision become slightly blurred as I let out brief giggle. The medicine was beginning to take effect. I lay down in my bed, in some semblance of the fetal position.

---Unknown POV---

"Sir, sir!" A man yelled, running into my office. He was wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt accompanied by Nike sneakers and stood out from my classic black business suit.

"What is it?" I asked, typing a report on my computer. "It better be good. You know I can't risk you blowing my cover by running in, looking like that."

"Well, it is important, but good, not so much." The man began, trembling.

I gave a nervous chuckle, readjusting my tie. The tie lay awkwardly over my corpulent stomach. "Whatever happened better be able to be mended. You know how I hate bad news. But, I guess I can handle it, seeing as how successful agent Bristow's mission was."

I shot a brief glance at the man who was now averting my gaze and unconsciously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Something you want to tell me?" I asked standing up and running a hand through my balding raven hair.

"I don't… nor would I ever want to tell you." he began, moving his hand in an awkward fashion as he spoke. "But…there were some complications."

"Speak up, Stewart. I can't hear you. Now, I may be an aging man, but my hearing is perfectly fine. Please speak in a normal tone, so that I can fully appreciate what it is that you are saying."

"There were…." He glanced uneasily at the black glock that I was now fingering in my hands. "Do you have to hold that while I'm talking?"

"Is there a problem Stewart?" I asked. "While you're busy stumbling along attempting to tell me what is wrong, I thought I could check my gun for any defects. Do you see any problem with killing two birds with one stone? Do you?"

After a pregnant pause, I spoke again. "Now, please, continue."

"There were some complications." He admitted.

"Some complications?" I repeated with a hint of anger. "Like what?"

"Like the CIA," he began.

---Sark's POV---

I opened the door slowly, making sure not to make a sound. I replaced it, quickly and continued walking. A brief survey of the area, told me that it was, for the most part, still undisturbed. I pulled out a can and began to spray the room, in hopes of finding something. Success, however, would not be mine tonight. The area had been wiped clean, and no one, not even the detectives were going to find anything. I was glancing out of the window, when I heard the door open.

---Weiss's POV---

I glanced once again at Marshall and thought better of it. There is some kind of explanation. Syd deserve better than this. In the morning, I promised myself, I would call her and demand one… in person.

The Next Day

---Sydney's POV---

I sighed contently as I got up from the bed. Sleep always accentuated the best effects of the medicine. I chastised myself for not checking my computer. They needed to know. I had pulled out my computer and logged on as I heard staccato knocking on my door.

"Coming," I yelled, pulling on a robe. Throwing open the door, I came face to face with an unexpected visitor. "What are you doing here?"

"Syd!" Weiss cried, enclosing me in a big hug. "It's been what, like a day? Too long, too long."

"You know I can't stay away from you for that long!" I laughed. "What the hell is wrong with me? Where are my manners? Come in, please."

"I think I like standing in the hallway better than sitting on a comfortable bed." he joked, closing the door behind him.

"I don't have much here," I explained, "but we could order room service. I haven't had anything to eat yet."

"You know what I could really go for? Eggs, bacon, toast, that kind of thing." He told me.

"Coming right up." I grabbed the hotel room phone and dialed up room service.

---Weiss's POV---

I glanced nervously back at Sydney as she talked on the phone. I glanced at her laptop, which had been left forgotten on her bed. I knew that with her spy skills and common sense, that I would not have enough time to search it while she was on the phone.

"It'll be ready in 30 minutes. I'm gonna go pick it up because I also need to stop by Dixon's room, see if he acquired any more information last night." She spoke in a apologetic tone.

So, what you're really saying is that you don't want to be in the same room as me, so you're running away." I joked.

"That's not what I meant!" she cried, throwing a light punch on my arm.

Unfortunately, this was Sydney Bristow. Which meant that her "light punch" was going to leave a bruise. I could feel it.

"I don't know how long the conversation's gonna take. Unless you wanna come," she offered.

"No thanks," I reached for the remote. "I think I'm just gonna stay here and enjoy some all-expense paid television."

"Porno?" she laughed.

"No one needs to be bothered with specifics." I laughed as she headed to the closet. I watched as she pulled out some jeans, a short-sleeved red shirt, bra, and panties. With a soft click the bathroom door closed and shortly after, I heard the water turn on.

I counted to three silently before I reached for her laptop. You can do this Weiss. Just breathe.

I had just moved to open it when I realized that she might hear the keys as I typed on her computer. "Syd"

"Yes," she called from the shower.

"I just got a call, Sloane wants me to type up a preliminary report and send it to him. Can I use your laptop?" I asked her.

"I didn't hear the phone go off." she pointed out.

"It was on vibrate." I lied.

"Okay, go ahead." she granted me permission.

"Thanks, you know just for that, I'll save you the embarrassment of explaining porn on your bill." I yelled.

"Thanks for being so considerate." she laughed.

Immediately, I went to work. I opened up her history folder. There was a coded file that I assumed was for reports. However, when I clicked on it, it was password protected. Since I was no Marshall, and I had a limited amount of time, I moved on to another file.

After a few minutes of no success, I stopped and thought for awhile. I whispered to myself, "Where would I put it?"

I glanced at her screen in time to see her screensaver, a quote appear on the screen:

"well behaved women
rarely make history.."
- Marilyn Monroe

I chuckled lightly as I moved the mouse to rid the screen of it. I let out a frustrated sigh, attempting to think about what Marshall would suggest if he were here. Suddenly it hit me.

I moved the mouse to find a wireless internet connection. When I was on, I right clicked on Internet Explorer before I clicked onto internet properties. Glancing at the page in front of me, I thought for a moment. I read the information regarding the temporary internet files and history. I double-clicked on the Internet Explorer Icon as I waited for her Home Page to load. An odd-looking Yahoo page loaded. Stealing a look towards the bathroom, I clicked on the history-icon, the clock. I was immediately give a choice of several days, but when I clicked on today, it only showed the Yahoo page. She might not have logged on today. I thought logically. Thinking rationally, I clicked on 2 days ago. I read the names of the web addresses as they scrolled by. Yahoo, AOL, a front for the CIA, Board of Education, and many more like those. However, there was one that stood out- I immediately typed in this one and waited for it to load. However, when it finally did I found out that that Web page either did not exist or that I need to change my browser settings to view it. I clicked back on the history icon and made sure I typed it in correctly. However, I got the same response. Maybe I was wrong about her this whole time. I reasoned. I shut the laptop just in time to see Sydney walk out of the bathroom, fully dressed.

"Finished with your report so soon?" she asked.

"It's only a preliminary one." I explained.

She gave me a look before she shook it off. "Sure you don't want to come?" she asked.

I pointed to the T.V.

"Right." she smiled, heading towards the door, her keycard in her pocket.

"Don't eat without me!" I yelled behind her.

When the door closed, I flipped through the channels until I found what I was looking for. Charlie's Angels.

Last Night

---Sark's POV---

I quickly hid while I watched the detective scan the room for an evidence of disturbance. Not that there was much to disturb in the first place. With 3 quick moves, I pulled out my gun, aimed, and shot... a tranquilizer dart into the detective. It would do no good to arouse unneeded suspicion. Especially when I didn't have all the pieces of the puzzle yet.

Using gloves, I pulled out the dart, not worrying about concealing it's entry point. The needle of the was as tiny as the wound of a blue-ringed octopus. No wound would be visible.

I took one last look at him as I exited the room, quietly. I hurried into the elevator before I pressed a button that would take me to the 2nd floor. Immediately, the annoying elevator music chimed in. Not too soon, the doors finally opened and I had to force myself from running out of that prison cell. I used my key card to access my room, room 127. And there she was… in jean shorts and a dangerously red tank top that she filled out nicely with legs that went on for miles and a beautiful tan that accented her brunette hair.

"Hello Sark," she greeted, sitting casually at my desk.

"Hello Vanessa." I greeted, closing the door.

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