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Summary: Post Laura's death: What if the CIA didn't think it was safe for Sydney to live with Jack?

NOTE: If you see places, show or songs in this fic you don't know they are probably Australian. After all I live in Melbourne but not In the whore part...

******* LA 1982

Jack Bristow was drinking again.

Ever since Laura's death he had been drinking and he could tell the CIA was worried. His daughter was safe though one less thing to worry about in his awful life. The CIA would take care of her. Suddenly his cell rang breaking his chain of thought.



"Jack Bristow,"

"Jack it's Dr Carlos," Ah the latest CIA shrink although he had to say his student Mrs Barnett had talent after all he had visited them both.

"Yeah what is it?"

"The CIA has decided that Sydney is not getting the best treatment and has be taken out of your care,"

"Where is she?"

"We cannot tell you her location only that she is safe,"

"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER," Jack exploded

"Goodbye Mr Bristow," and the phone went dead.

Jack dropped the phone he had lost his whole family.

"My daughter," he sobbed "My daughter."

***** Hey this mightn't make sense at the moment but it will I promise!!!!