Author's Notes: I know, it's amazing that I updated so soon! But I was inspired by all the inspiration you all left me from the last chapter! Thanks for all the great reviews, they really made my day. A special shout out to spanner- your review was just downright awesome! Since I left you all in suspense… here I go…

Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC. I just take them out for fun!

**Sydney POV**

            I take a step in and glance around. Nothing. The sight of the house without anything scared me the most. Was he gone? Did he betray me like I thought he would?

"Syd? Are you there?" I hear Vaughn's voice ring in my ear.

"Um, one sec," I reply.

I continue walking through the house and walk into the dining room where we had dinner last night. It was empty as well. At that point, I almost burst into tears, but was stopped by the single rose and card that lay on a ledge over the fireplace.

            I walked over to the mantle and took off the card. In obviously Sark's handwriting, Sydney was neatly written across the center. I was apprehensive to open it, but did slowly and pulled out the letter inside.

            My dearest Sydney,

As you can clearly tell, I'm not here. But do not fret, I'm nearby. Inform your superiors that I want to assist the CIA as a double agent inside SD-6 in order to destroy it. Also inform them that I would be willing to give them valuable intel to assist in their destruction of SD-6, to help prove my allegiance to them. As soon as you have a response from your superiors, please place your flag on your mailbox up and I will be contacting you shortly thereafter.

Hope to hear from you soon,

            -S

            I dropped the letter on the table. I could hear Vaughn's voice in my ear, but it was all a blur. He didn't say anything in the letter about us. However, then again, he would have had to because he figured the CIA would read the letter. Maybe he did actually have feelings for me? Maybe he was doing this to make me happy… I truly hoped that was why.

            I didn't even notice, but the team had entered and Vaughn was standing beside me. He put a hand up to my shoulder and must have repeated my name ten times before I replied.

            "Oh, sorry," I replied.

            "Are you okay, Syd?" Vaughn asked.

            I shook my head in approval, "Of course, what do you think?" I handed him the letter and waited to continue as he read the letter.

            Vaughn finished and began with, "He wants to what?"

            "I think we should give him a chance," I say to him.

            He looked appalled at my response and said, "You think what? Sydney, since when do you like Sark?"

            "Well, the last mission we went on for SD-6 he wasn't that bad… I think we should let him help us," I say defiantly.

            "What, so he can go back and feed info from the CIA to Sloane? I don't know Syd, I don't think the director's going to approve this," he informs me.

            "We should probably go then, you know, find out?" I tell him.

            He gives me a weird look, but shrugs it off and we head out the door. I take one last peek inside the house I had grown to love last night and shut the door.

                "I really think this is an opportunity we can't pass up," I insisted to Kendall for the 50th time.

            "I understand your need and want to take down SD-6 and I understand that you're willing to use all resources, but I don't know how the United States government could work with a well known terrorist," he explains.

            "Can't we just see what he has to offer and then judge then?" I ask him.

            Looking flustered, Kendall turns to my father, "Well, Jack, you've been quiet through this whole ordeal. What do you have to say?"

            He stops, looking stunned for a second, but continues with, "We've trusted Irina and so far she's proven herself trustworthy. They both used to work together. Maybe it was part of their grand scheme."

            "What, to then have Sark release Irina from our custody?" Kendall remarks back.

            I say, "He would never have to set foot inside this building. It would be contacts outside of the building."

            "We could give him a trial of some sorts, I suppose," my father chimes in. It was amazing how he was actually agreeing with me. I wonder what made him change his mind.

            "You Bristows, will be the death of me," Kendall mutters.

            "Well, that's comforting," I add in.

            There is a small silence that falls over our group and I hope that he agrees. If we were to give him a trial, it would be a trial to the CIA and to me. If he were doing this for me, he would prove it in his trial.

            "Fine," Kendall decides. "Only a trial only and if there is any indication that he's double crossing us, we'll take him in custody and give him life to the death sentence."

            Wow, wanted to make his point, didn't he? Inside, I was screaming with joy. More than joy, excitement. I now could possibly trust Sark more than I trusted him. Now, all I had to do was make contact.

            "Sir, should I go make contact?" I ask him.

            "Yes, please," he starts, but continues with, "And Jack, you go speak to Irina and see if she has any info on the subject."

            We both go our opposite directions and I sense that there is a bounce in my step, so I have to hold down my excitement. And to imagine that this all started with Sark and I getting trapped in an elevator together and getting to know each other a little bit more…

            I jumped out of my jeep and noticed that it was 9pm already. I was guessing that this was going to be a long night. I headed over to my mailbox and carefully put the flag up. Now was the moment of truth indeed. Continuing inside, I looked around, but couldn't see anything suspicious in the area.

            Walking in the front door, my cell phone rang when my hand closed the door. I grabbed it, pressed the send key, and glanced to make sure Francie or Will weren't around.

            "Hello?" I answered, with fingers crossed, hoping it was him.

            "Hello, my love," his wonderful voice rang through my ears.

            I smiled inside and replied, "I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon, but then again, I suppose I did."

            "Sorry I had to semi-trick you," he starts. "I had to maintain some of the surprise on you as well."

            "Well understood," I say to him. "So, they said yes, but only on a trial basis, you have to prove to them you are to be trusted."

            "Understandable," he says. "I wish we could… meet somewhere."

            I giggle a little, replying, "Me too. But the CIA's watching me carefully right now. They're afraid you'll want to hurt me or something."

            "If they only knew," Andrew mutters.

            I paused a second, wondering if I should bring up the subject, then decide against it, "So, I'll talk to you later, once I know what the CIA wants you to do, okay?"

            "Indeed," he starts. "Sydney," he pauses, again. "I've missed you."

            I smile all over and reply, "I've missed you. You've had me worried."

            "You'll never have to worry about me."

            "That's for sure. So, I should go," I say.

            "See you soon, my love," he replies.

            "Goodbye, Andrew," I end the call with the famous words, his real name.

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