Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews for last chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update! Also props to Epitome, which said that if Sydney were pregnant, she wouldn't be drinking alcohol. How about we pretend it was ginger ale?! Anyway, thanks for reading and enjoy!

Disclaimer: The characters of Alias are owned by J.J. Abrams and his wonderful staff!





"Well, first of all, I'll have a driver take you and Delia to one of my safe houses," he tells me.

"Alright," I add in.

"Then, I'll get everything in order and come pick you up to deliver Irina to the CIA," he says.

"What, are telling me that we're going to waltz into the CIA, say, here, we found her, we thought you might like her back, without raising any suspicion?" I ask him.

"That's what I'm aiming for," he informs me.

"Andrew, you're acting very cool about this, remember, the CIA might want to put you away for a couple of million years," I coolly inform him.

"Sydney," he starts, weaving his hand within mine, "The CIA owes me, I doubt they'll try anything."

"Alright," I can only say and I retreat back to my seat. I sit down, heavily sigh, figuring so many problems could arise from this plan.

"By the way," I start, "Where do they have her?"

"My men injected her with a serum to keep her out for 24 hours and they're keeping her in the cargo compartment," he informs me.

I smile at that, "Good."

I lean back, trying my hardest to get an ounce of rest, but so many things are running through my head. I have to see my dad again, and Vaughn, and who knows, I might run into Will or Francie. Everyone's going to hate me now, I just feel it.

"Honey," he gently whispers into my ear, "Everything's going to be okay."

How I wanted that simple phrase to hold so much merit and truth. He took my hand and we both tried to get some sleep, using our bodies as pillows for one another.



I woke up when I felt a small hand tugging at my sleeve. I could hear small words muttering me to wake up, but I couldn't yet. I gently wake my eyes up and see Delia standing, with a smile that reached across her entire face.

"Morning, Mommy!" she says when I finally am awake.

I look next to me and see that Andrew wasn't there, "Delia, honey, where's Daddy?"

"He's in the bathroom getting cleaned up, he told me," she tells me in her cute voice.

"Good," I say, obviously tired in my response.

She comes over and jumps up into the seat where Andrew had been sleeping.

"Mommy, will you tell me why we are going to the big city?" she asks, so innocently.

"Well, you know that lady that was at our house last night?" I ask her. She nods her head a lot. "Well, we're taking her back to her home." A simple lie, but true in nature.

"Where is she at then?" she asks me.

"In the back of the plane," I tell her.

"Oh," she says. "I'm hungry."

"Me too," I tell her with a smile and we both get out of our chairs. We walk over to the food area and I hand her a muffin with some juice and I take another muffin with some water. We both sit down in the chairs and quietly eat our food.

Andrew walks out right after we both sit down, and smiles at the sight at hand. I smile back, and he walks over and gives Delia a kiss on her head, and me, one on the lips.

"Good morning, my two princesses," he says.

"Hey, honey," I tell him.

"How's the muffins?" he asks us, particularly at Delia.

"Great, daddy!" she tells him.

"Where are we at?" I ask him.

"We're almost there, actually," Andrew says.

"Great. Where are we landing?" I ask.

"Sydney, let me worry about that now," he informs me. He had become very protective of him since I left SD-6, and practically never let me do any work.

"Fine."



We finish our breakfast, and Delia's glued to the window, watching as we slowly approach land. I get dressed into a different outfit, one that was more like the old Sydney Bristow. A black suit to be precise. I came out just in time to get my seat for us to land. The three of us sat in a row, Andrew, then I, and Delia on my other side.

When we've landed, Delia and I head out and I give Andrew a good luck look before we head into the car. Funny part was, I knew Andrew had a safe house or two here, but I'd never been.

The nice man, who I didn't recognize, so must have been a quick find, drove us to the house. Delia had become quiet, but I think she was taking in the big city. We had stayed in our small town since her birth for security reasons, so she had never been anywhere this big.

We arrived safely and the house was very nice, but I expected no less. When we got married, he promised me he was out of the business, but I knew he still had everything, just in case. I walked in, Delia in hand, and settled our bags down on the floor.

"Mommy, who's house is this?" she asks me.

"It's Daddy's," I tell her. Actually, since we were married, he said everything was joint ownership, so I suppose it belonged to be as well.

"Wow," she only squeaks out. I peruse the house, checking out all the specs, as if my spy mode had come back into play.



I had been sitting on the porch, waiting, for a half hour, while Delia was in playing with a few toys. It felt like LA, the air, the smell, and I was terrified. After four years, I return home without speaking on word to my past. I couldn't even imagine what my father would say.

I heard the door open, so I turn around and see my love walking in with that frustrated look on his face. I get up from my chair to meet him halfway for a quick kiss and comforting. He definitely didn't look pleased at all.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Your mother woke up," he tells me.

"Oh," I only say.

"It's fine, are you ready?" he asks me.

"I don't I'll ever be ready for this," I say with my trademark smile.

"I took the liberty of hiring a nanny," he informs me, and a nice lady walked in.

"Hello," I tell her, walking over to shake her hand.

"Hi," she says with a bright smile. "I'm Amy."

"Thanks, Amy, so much," I tell her. "Delia's upstairs playing, hold on let me get her."

I run to the stairs and scream, "DELIA!"

Soon enough, the small feet come running down the stairs. "Yes, Mommy?"

"Amy, she's going to watch you while Mommy and Daddy do some stuff, okay?" I tell her.

"Then, can we go to the zoo?" she asks.

"Of course, baby," Andrew says.

We head out quickly, hand in hand, and I take note of the van that he had for us to drive. I hopped in shotgun, while Andrew drove. I looked back in the cargo area and noticed my mother, very awake. I ignored her small comments and we slowly made our way through the traffic to the CIA building.

We arrive a mere half-hour later, mostly due to the traffic, and Andrew and I make our way right into the building. I took his hand, as my heartbeat slowly was rising. He could sense that I was tense, which made him nervous as well. We walked to the receptionist and he did the talking.

"Yes, I'd like to speak to Jack Bristow," he tells the young woman.



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