Chapter Eight
"'Your Leslie'. Like you even care for her at all, and I sincerely hope Sydney gave you that bruise on your cheek."

"No she didn't," he said in a cold voice. Leslie had given him the bruise. It wasn't her fault he knew that and he was not mad at her but he wish that she would believe him on that. He ignored the comment about him not caring for her. It was normal one that he heard often enough to know leave it alone. He hated when men around the office would talk about her as if she was some sex object. He knew that many men in the office had asked her out. Every time she would say no to them and she always, says to them that she belong to one man and one man only, they just didn't know that man was he. "No Sydney did not give me this bruise, sorry to inform you, but I will let you know the next time she does if you would like."

"What the hell do you wasn't Sark. I would really like to try and get a little more sleep." Vaughn said curtly.

"Vaughn, you should know what I want. I mean why else would I come talk to your sorry CIA ass. Information of course."

"And Sark you should know that I, my sorry CIA ass will not give you any info about any thing."

"Yes I do know this, and I also have ways to drag info out of you."

"CIA has trained me not to give info away even under the worse torture."

"Well we will just see how far your training will get you. I do hope for your sake that it does not go very far. I mean you do have a nice face, at least that's what Leslie said and I am sure that she will hate messing it up. I will leave you to your sleep. Good-nap time Mr. Vaughn." He shut the door with a loud thud. He hated that man with passion. He couldn't wait to see Leslie torture him but that meant she would have to see him. He wasn't sure what he wanted most, keep her away from Mr. Vaughn or to see him torture. That was food for thought.

When Sark enter their rooms, he saw that Leslie was now on the couch instead of in bed. She looked so peaceful. He knew that after the nightmare she only slept about an hour. She was always up after them. She would pace the floor and sometimes just let him hold her or make love to her. He loved her so much. If she only knew how much. He hated that he could not be with her in public, the only problem was if they were saw together the both would be targets.

He began to stroke her face, her skin was so soft. So angel like. Her eyes were like irises in the springtime. She started to stir. Her eyes began to open. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. You look so beautiful, sleeping there."

"Thank - you." She said we a shy smile. Even though they had been lover for almost 5 years, she still got shy when he paid her a comment. "So how was your day. I didn't see or hear from you after you left."

"I went to see Mr. Vaughn."

"Oh, I thought that I was going to talk to him first." Leslie said in a calm voice but he saw the rage in her eyes.

"Well I thought that I should go talk to him first. Please don't be mad baby. I am sorry I should have told you." He saw some of the rage disappear in her eyes but there was still a little hint in there. "I am sorry."

"I know and I forgive you but I wish you would tell me things. I thought we going to be honest with each other. I want you to tell me the truth from now on. Can you do that."

"Yes and I promise from now on I will."

"I love you."

"I love you to."

"I am so sorry about the bruise." She touched the spot lightly with her fingertips. Then she leaned over and gently with her lips kissed the spot. "I wish you would learn to stay away from me when I have those fits. Last week I gave you a scratch and then the week before that it was sprained finger. I mean when are you going to learn your lesson and move to the guest room."

"You really want me out of are room." He asked in a teasing voice.

"No. I do not." She playfully slapped him on his arm. "I want you to be safe at night and with me, I am not so sure you are."

"I feel the most safe with you. It hurts me every time I see you go through those nightmares. I wish the doctor could do more."

"Me to." She said in a soft voice. "Will you hold me."

"Gladly my dear." He climbed on to the couch to lay next to her. He wrapped his arms around her held her tight.

"I am going to talk to him tomorrow and don't even try to stop me." She said half asleep.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He said groggily. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Sydney POV

I saw a part of Leslie that I'm sure that many people do not see of Leslie. I wish we could be real sisters. If only she wasn't an enemy of the USA, they could be. She has had a hard life. I mean if she finished school at 12 then she had to start school when she was three or four. When I looked in the profile, it said that she spoke German, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Chinese, French, Italian, Korean, English, Arabic, and Polish. That was a few more then I know. She was a bright woman. She also had a perfect aim, a black belt in most martial arts. God I don't know whether to fear, hate, or like the woman. This was the first time where I don't know what to feel toward a person. I know what I am suppose to feel, I'm suppose hate this woman but she couldn't. Not really anyway.

The next morning Leslie entered Mr. Vaughn room. She hated having prisoners. They were so hard to please. If they would just give as information, they would have a much more easy time here. She wish her Sister and her boyfriend didn't have to be her prisoners. They would be very good company to have and Mr. Vaughn could give Andrew a run for his money in the good looks race. He had gorgeous green eyes but Andrew's baby blues we just as gorgeous. When she walked towards the room, she saw that Vaughn was sleeping on his bed.

"Mr. Vaughn rise and shine. It is 8:30 AM for goodness sake. Do you always sleep this late." Leslie said in a teasing voice.

"Only when I am in the present of bad company." Vaughn said in curt voice.

"Well, well did someone wake up on the wrong side on the bed?" she asked

"No. What the hell do you want Ms. Dervko or is Mrs. Sark?"

"No it is not. I came down to intrude myself but I do believe you know who and what I am."

"Yes I am aware that you are a enemy of the USA, a slut, a bitch, a damn good agent, liar, and a cheat. To bad you don't work for the CIA."

"Well thanks for all the comments. I mean I am all those things and more. I do believe you forgot untrustworthy, evil, conniving, and dishonorable."

"Oh yes those traits. How could you forget."

"So now that we have got my ugly traits out of the way, we can get to the real business at hand."

"What is that."

"The information you have and the information that I want."

"Really, well lets get started because it is going to take you long enough to get it out of me."

"Oh you really believe that."

"Yeah I do."

"Well let's say I threatened your precious Sydney with death. Will that work?"

"No, because I know you're bluffing."

"Oh am I."

"Well then where is some proof that you are going to do this."

"Well you will see it when I bring it to you. So now tell me what I want to know."

"My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA."

"Yes I know that. Where is the papers."

"My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA."

"Where are the papers." Her voice was still calm.

"My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA."

"Where are the papers." She asked again her voice a tad higher.

"My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA."

"Where in the hell are the papers!"

"My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA."

"DAMMIT WHERE ARE THE PAPERS!!" she said and to prove her point she backhanded him in the face. His lip busted.

"My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA."

"Look I will give you. One last chance, where are the papers."

"My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA."

"FINE, YOU KNOW WHAT, MY FRIEND JACKSON KIRK. WILL COME TO VISIT YOU IN ONE MOMENT. HOW A GOOD DAY MR. VAUGHN." With that, she slammed the door shut with a earsplitting thud.

Vaughn wiped the blood off his lip and grimace in pain. She had a good back hand.

"God why do prisoners act so stupid, I mean if they would just give us the information they would be fine you know." Leslie said as she and Andrew sat down for dinner in their sweet.

"I know that and you know that but they don't know that."

"I mean he told me 'My name is Michael Vaughn and I work for the CIA' so many times that I thought I was listening to a broken record. I got so mad the backhanded him."

"Well I can see why." He came around to back of her chair and began to rub her shoulders. "You are so tense. Let me relax you." He took off her over coat and then started to unbutton her blouse. He rub her shoulder softly. "Go lay on down on the couch and let me get the baby oil warmed up."

"Okay." She said. She loved when Andrew would take care of her like this. She laid down on her stomach on the couch. She felt Andrew come up behind her and unclasp her bra. He kissed her smooth back. Then he put some baby oil on his hand. He began to massage it into her shoulder blade. It felt so good. His hands were like magic. He continue to massage until he heard her breath become deep and even. He gently rolled her over, picked her up, and carried her to their bed. He pulled off her pants and underwear. He pulled the covers back and put it over her. He kissed her gently on the lips. He left to talk to Mr. Vaughn. If he ever made her feel like this, again he would kill him.

"Mr. Kirk, you can leave now. I will handle to Mr. Vaughn for awhile." Sark said as he came up to him. "I believe we need to discuss something. Mr. Vaughn."

"What is that."

"If you ever make Leslie feel like that I swear I will kill you with my bare hands. Do you know what she felt like? She was so tense I thought she was made of wire. I want you to listen to her and give her what she asks do you understand me. She is very vulnerable. She has her long lost sister as a prisoner in her own home. She cannot go or do as pleases." Sark said. After a long pause, he said, "You see I believe you and me are more alike then you think. We both love strong women, both who are always in danger. We both want to protect them and never let anything harm them but we both know we can't do that. It hurts us every time we see them hurt and know that we can't do anything about that. We both love women you have a lot of extra baggage. We both love women who can not be seen in public with us or they may get killed or worse. We both love women you may have to kill us one day because we know too much. We both love women who would do anything for their country. We both love women who are so independent they would never lean on us for the fear that we might leave them. We both love women who never shows their feeling for the fear that we will think they are weak. We both love women who can love us even with all of our mistakes. We both love women who love us unconditionally. You see Mr. Vaughn we are alike in that sense.

"And only in that sense."

"Well maybe. Do understand when I tell you I never want to see her like that again after she comes home after she has been with you." Sark strode out the door with that.

'Maybe me and Mr. Sark are more alike then I thought' Vaughn stated to himself.