((Hey there everyone! First of all I'd like to say I'm very sorry to keep you guys waiting for soooo long. It's been too long, hasn't it? I've had alot of things on with school work and so on and it's just been so hard to keep up my website, and the rest of my life, let alone write a story! Anyway, I read my fanfic again and then my reviews and thought.. I owe it to you guys to continue! I am really sorry, and thank you to Andi Horton for her review, or shove to get me writing again, lol!))

Sydney and Vaughn lay in each others arms, peacefully sleeping. They were perfectly content in each others arms.

Vaughn stirred slightly, waking Sydney. She stretched and sat up slowly.

"Ugh, that was an unexpected rest." She gently prodded Vaughn.

"Mmmm?"

"Just wanted to see if you were awake," Sydney grinned.

"Now I am," Vaughn grunted,

"Have a good nap?" Sydney yawned.

"Yeah.. Ugh, I dont know what made me so tired!"

"I was just thinking that," Sydney thought, brushing her hair away from her face. "Anyway, Im thirsty. Wanna drink?"

Vaughn nodded, and let go of Sydney's hand. Sydney yawned yet again and stood up. 'Ouch' she thought, 'Is it just me or is this air heavy?'. The air WAS heavy and it felt like it was pulling her down.

"Oh my god!" Sydney screamed.

Vaughn jumped, and then stood up next to Sydney. "What what?" he said, still half asleep.

"We've been ransacked!" Sydney screeched, kicking the sofa.

Vaughn rubbed his eyes and looked around the chalet. "Everything... is gone..." he murmured.

"Exactly!" yelled Sydney angrilly, "And they left us asleep on the sofa."

Vaughn panicked. "Lets check the other rooms, and see what's been taken!"

Vaughn hurried off into the direction of the bedroom where most of his Grandmother's jewellery was kept. The dresser that it was kept in, was still locked.

"Dont you think it's funny that we'd sleep through a ransack?" Sydney asked, suspiciously.

"Ofcourse.. but maybe we were just really tired." Vaughn suggested.

Sydney scoffed. "Smell the air, Michael, smell it. It's cinnamon."

"Donuts?" Vaughn sighed.

"Ive never heard you joke about something as serious as this, Michael. Cinnamon.. its a flavor the sleeping drug comes in. As in, the sleeping drug that is put in the air and makes you fall asleep?"

"Smart ransackers," Vaughn murmurred.

"No Michael, it's a trademark of Sark's. The cinnamon drug was only ever found in Taipei, where Irina and Sark's headquarters were."

"But Sydney, you know Sark's dead." Vaughn protested. "I checked his pulse, and there wasnt one."

Sydney frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Trust me Sydney, he was dead."

"Alright.. then..." Sydney said, thinking, "It had to be someone who worked with Sark."

"Sydney, it's probably just the same guy that's been going around looting everyone's place around here. It's not a big ---" Vaughn froze, as he unlocked the dresser.

"The jewellery is gone!!"

"What?" asked Sydney, looking into the dresser. "But it was still locked when we came in!"

Vaughn sat on the bed, exasperated. "It's.. gone... just.... gone.... all... gone..."

Sydney put her arm around Vaughn. "I know they were all you had left of your Grandma.... I will get Sark for this, Vaughn."

"Sark's dead Sydney, stop saying that!" Vaughn said, obviously hurt by his Grandmother's jewels being missing.

"Let's just call the police," Vaughn said, after awhile.

"Very funny, and what are they going to do?" Sydney stood up and examined the dresser. She spotted a small piece of card, pulled it out and opened it.

"A calling card." Sydney whispered quietly.

"What'd you mean?"

Sydney handed him the rectangular business card. "It's a calling card..."

Vaughn read the words on the card. "Sark Will Strike In The Dark!" Vaughn read aloud.

"Cheesy," snorted Sydney, pulling out the drawer of the dresser and tipping it out, just incase she'd find something else.

"Well, I guess you've proved Sark is alive. What are you looking for now?"

"Oh.. nothing.." said Sydney, slightly distracted. "C'mon, we'll see what the hell Sark wants now, and then we'll get your Grandmothers jewellery back, I promise." Sydney squeezed Vaughns hand, reassuringly.

"Thanks," he smiled, and kissed her softly on the lips.

"We could try kicking some butt as husband and wife now," laughed Sydney.

"I should have expected you to animate the situation, and there you were Miss Serious for awhile" sighed Vaughn, and he leant back on the bed.

"Okay, being serious, we have to do something about this." Sydney tugged on his hand, pulling him up. "Sark wants to lure us out, I know that... but why?"

((Um.. suggestions? reviews? opinions? ideas? I think I broke my brain!))