Chapter Five

"Where in the Hell are you taking us." Sydney asked

"Oh my dear Sydney, don't you trust me." Sark asked

"Hell no!"

"Oh I am hurt now. Very hurt." He said in a mock voice.

"Poor baby." Vaughn said through gritted teeth.

"Well here we are. I need to go inform some one of you arrival." When that was said he looked over to one of the arm guards and started to speak to him in Russian. "Take them to the west wing, I have to go talk to Leslie."

"Yes sir." The armed guard spoke in Russian.

Sark was dreading this moment. He knew that Leslie would want to be the one to speak to them first. She knew what he wanted with him. He needed information and he knew that they had it, and how to get it. He walked to the east wing and took a left to their rooms. When he opened the door, he saw her reading one of her novels that she always had on hand.

"Darling." He spoke to her.

"Yes?"

"They have arrived."

"Oh." With that, she stood up. "Where are they?" She asked.

"In the west wing. I knew you would want to talk to them first."

"You are right. " he could not read her emotion.

"Are you positive."

"Yes."

"Okay follow me." With that, he started to walk out the door. She followed and walked beside him. She put her hand in his. He knew she did it to get strength from him. If he could do this differently and save her from this pain that, he knew she must be going trough, he would. He could not stand to see her in pain. When they arrived to the room she dropped his hand and walked into it by herself. She had her chin up high and shoulder squared. He followed her. He knew that she needed him, even if she did want to admit it.

When she walked in there and saw her sister she could have sworn that it was like looking at her mother. "Hello Sister dear."

Sydney's POV

This could be my sister. She looked nothing like me or her mother. She was short about 5'2'' or 5'3''. She had a round face and she was very thin, maybe 105 or 110. She most likely had a six pack. She could she the outline of it thorough hey thin silk blouse. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked German. "You're my sister?"

"Oh I can see why you would wonder." Leslie said with a Russian accent. "I mean I look nothing like you or my mother.oh I mean our mother. That will take so getting use to now, won't it. I am so use to calling her my mother. I hope you will forgive if I screw up once again."

"Look we can get you out of here if you help us." Vaughn said. "If he as hurt you in anyway shape or form just tell us."

"Save.. me from..Andrew.did you here that darling.they want to save me from you..isn't that funny." Leslie said between fits of laughter,

"Quite..funny my...love." Said Sark. He was laughing also.

"WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY." I screamed. "WHY ARE YOU GUYS TALKING LIKE THAT 'DARLING, MY LOVE, AND ANDREW'. PLEASE TELL ME YOU TWO ARE NOT A COUPLE." I said.

"Well I am afraid we can't do that, my dear Sydney."

"Your are involved with a monster like Sark." Said Vaughn.

"A monster no but yes I am involved with Andrew."

"Do you know what he does."

"Yes I do and I do the same thing. I might be small but I am one damn good agent. I mean I did learn from one of the best."

"So it seems." I said with a sarcastic voice. This all had to be a dream, a horrible dream.

"It's not a dream Sydney. You are her in my.our mother's house." I realized I must have said my thoughts aloud. "I will let you both get some sleep. You will both need all you energy for the questioning. Good - Night sister dearest."

"Good - Night." Said Sark.

With that, they both walked out. God what am I going to do. I mean I need to find some way out of here.

Vaughn walked up to me and put his arms around me and I began to cry. He just held me and told that everything will be all right and he would take care of me. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````

Leslie POV

"I think that went very well." Andrew told me.

"Yeah right. I was so dumb in there. They must think I am a bitch. I did not want to come off that way I wanted to think I was their friend but it was like they looked done on me," I cried

"That is their problem you are the most strong, smart and kind women I have ever met." He said as he came up and put his arms around me. I turned to his chest and cried like, I have not since I was 2 years old. He did not look down on me like I thought he would. He just held me and told it would be okay and he would take care of me. I knew he would too.