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"Syd, why are you throwing your mom's things away?"

"I just thought that I should move on, and by throwing this stuff away I can finally do that."

Francie looked at Sydney questionably. "Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, from what you kept saying, your mom was a saint."

"Yeah, but I think its time for me to finally let go."

Francie gave Sydney a kiss on the forehead and a big hug, "I guess you're right. Sometimes we have to get rid of the old to make room for the new, huh?"

Sydney smiled, "Yeah, exactly."

"Well, I gotta go. I have to meet up with the electrician, and I don't think he'll wait long, especially given the restaurant's current condition. He won't wanna waste his time looking at a place that resembles Freddie Krueger's childhood home."

Sydney laughed before permitting Francie to leave. "Ok, I'll see you later Fran."

"See you, sweetie. Oh, and before I forget, I had our number changed."

Sydney gave her a short look of surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, the new number's over on the kitchen counter next to the Joey's Pizza coupon."

"Joey's Pizza coupon?"

"Yeah, can you believe it? First they harass us by giving out our number to their wacko customers, now they have the nerve to send us a coupon. At least send us one of those pizzas that these people are dying to have."

"I don't think people actually die to have pizza, Fran."

"Well, their customers do. I mean honestly, who calls for pizza around one? Hello, it's time to sleep people!"

"I'm guessing they might have been college frat boys."

"Hmmm, you know, I should have thought about that. What if one of them were cute?"

"You're gonna be late."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye."

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Sydney made her way to the warehouse to find Vaughn there. He sat patiently waiting for her to make her way over.

"The coupon idea, was it yours?"

"Yeah, I know it's corny."

"No, actually Francie and I got a kick out of it."

Vaughn let out a short laugh. "Really, why is that?"

"Well, she still doesn't know that you were really Joey's Pizza, so she had our number changed."

"Oh, ok."

"So, what did you want to see me about?"

"Basically to let you know that you'll be getting mail instead of phone calls. Usually they'll all be news letters or coupon clippings."

"Well, how will I know that it's you….I mean, I get those everyday."

"Well, from now on you'll have your own personal CIA mailman. See, we replace all your junk mail with….well basically, our junk."

Sydney laughed, "Alright, I got you."

"Good, so I guess we're done."

Sydney remained silent for a moment, thinking of a best way to ask Vaughn about her father. "Vaughn, any word about my dad?"

Vaughn's forehead creased, and he gave her that sympathetic look he always gives her when he can't help her.

"I'm sorry, Sydney, I don't know anything. All I know is Langley's keeping a close eye on your father."

Sydney was absolutely flustered. Her father was wrong; she had to admit that. But he didn't deserve this. In fact, she actually agreed with her father's actions, at least on some level. Her mother was a killer, and she had deserved to be killed.

"Sydney, are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright! My father has proven himself plenty of times to the CIA. I mean, for God's sake, they threw him in solitary for months. For something he didn't do! So I think it's pretty much even for the time they took away from us."

Vaughn put a hand on Sydney's shoulder, "Sydney, calm down."

"No, I won't calm down! I mean, that woman killed twelve CIA agents, and to think that the CIA would want some justice!"

"Sydney, taking someone's life isn't justice."

"Well, it is to me." Sydney quickly turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving Vaughn alone. She couldn't believe how angry she was to even think murdering her "mother" was justice. It wasn't justice and she knew that. It was revenge.

Sydney drove for ten minutes until she parked her car in front of a Starbucks. She then continued to walk until she found herself in front of the CIA building. She had absolutely no intention of going there, but somehow she felt as if she had no control over her body's actions. Every fiber of her being was telling her to hit something, anything, and all she could think about was getting her hands around Bartnett's throat. Before Sydney realized it she was sitting in Bartnett's office. She couldn't believe how easy she had passed those secretaries; it was as if they hadn't even noticed her.

Twelve minutes had passed, and Sydney began to feel restless. That is, until Bartnett walked in.

"Ah, Ms. Bristow. Pleasure seeing you here."

"Are you aware that your secretaries practically let me in here? You know its better to hire someone in their mid fifties. Those toddlers that you hired out there aren't quite as alert as a grandmother," Sydney said sarcastically.

Bartnett couldn't help but smirk at Sydney's comment, "Well, I see you have your father's sense of humor."

"My father doesn't have a sense of humor. I'm surprised you don't already know that, with all the tests you've been doing on him."

"Well, to answer your first question, my secretaries allowed you to enter my office because I told them I was expecting you. See I knew you or your father would eventually find your way over here."

"What exactly did you do to my father?" Sydney was frank and straight to the point. She had no intention of staying in a room with Bartnett. For if she did, she would regret it later.

"That, Ms. Bristow, is classified."

"You know, I thought shrinks were supposed to keep things confidential."

"We are. That's why I'm not telling you anything."

"Well, what the hell can you tell me?"

"I can tell you that this thing about your father upsets you," she said, smiling.

"Thanks for the analysis, Dr. Freud. How long did it take you to figure that out?"

Bartnett sighed, "Sydney, I'll tell you what, if you can get your father back here, I'll tell you what you need to know."

"Forget it!"

"Very well then. You'll still have to bring him in, and that's and order."

"You can't give me orders."

"No, but Devlin can." Bartnett then took out an envelope and handed it to Sydney. "Devlin's requested that you bring your father back here."

Sydney snatched the envelope out of Bartnett's hand and headed toward the door, when Bartnett called out to her, "Oh, Sydney…" Sydney turned to face her, "I'd also like to see you in here as well….and that's an order."

Sydney didn't answer; she merely nodded and headed straight out the door. A few moments later, Alice walked in with a stack of papers in her hands, "Another Bristow?"

"Yes, what are those?"

"A list of your new patients. Looks like you'll be busy till next Christmas."

Bartnett laughed, "Yeah, I guess I am."

"I couldn't help but overhear that Jack Bristow was coming back in here."

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that some of the girls around the office….well, they say he's a fox."

Bartnett couldn't help but laugh hysterically. "What? Am I hearing this right? Jack Bristow? I mean I can understand him being compared to an animal, but a fox…honestly now."

"Laugh it up, boss lady, but it's true. And if you don't mind me saying, I think someone has developed a crush for their foxy patient."

"Listen, I may have said that you can be open with me….but that's crossing the line."

Alice smirked, "Yeah, I guess you're right. After all, you're the shrink, not me."

Bartnett couldn't help but wonder though, "Does it really seem that way?"

"I don't know…. if I answer I'm afraid I might be crossing the line" Alice said sarcastically.

"Alice," Bartnett said calmly.

"Fine….it does. But I'm only twenty-eight, so what do I know? And don't worry, a lot of girls thinks he's a fox so you're not the only one."

Before Bartnett could even respond, Alice was gone.