AN: Sorry for the late update, I've been extremely busy lately which kind of sucks a lot. Anyways, enjoy this chapter and I hope to get the next chapter to you by Thursday, but no guarantees. Please read and REVIEW!!!!

Thanks to Michelle for betaing.

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Chapter 7

Sydney's POV

"Who are you?"

"I'm not surprised you don't know me, Sydney. We've never really met. My name is Sark and I work with your mother."

"My mother? What are you talking about? My mother is dead. She died in a car accident when I was young."

Sark shook his head sympathetically at Sydney. He couldn't believe the amazing Sydney Bristow was actually naive enough to believe that. "That's only what you think. Your mother is very much alive and kicking."

Sydney shook her head in disbelief. "You're lying. It's not true."

"Why do you think I'm lying?"

"My mother loved me. She would have never left me like that and she certainly wouldn't hold me captive like this."

"That's where you're wrong, Sydney. Your mother was just playing a part she was assigned, very much like the ones you are assigned. The only difference was that her assignment was long term. Your mother was KGB, Sydney."

"No! It's not true. Stop lying to me!" Sydney's voice had turned cold as she refused to believe another word out of this man's mouth. Her mother was dead and she was an English teacher. Not a KGB agent.

"Fine, don't believe me. You'll see soon enough that the mother you knew was a fake." Sark started to walk out of the room.

"Wait a minute, what are you going to do with me?"

Sark smiled evilly. "You'll find out soon enough. Don't worry."

Sydney slumped back down to the cold, hard floor as Sark exited the room. She buried her hands in her face and started sobbing. Only a couple of months ago, she had been happy. Now it seemed like her whole world was falling apart. Danny was gone, she and Michael had many issues to resolve, and now her mother may not be the person Sydney thought she was. On top of all that, she was stuck here in this cold cell, not knowing what was going to become of her.

The only thing that was keeping her going was hoping that Michael would find her in time. She knew he would look for her no matter how mad he was at her. That was his nature. He had always been protective of her. Sydney couldn't remember a time when he wasn't.

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Vaughn's POV

Vaughn got out of the van and headed towards the entrance of the club. He hadn't gotten any sleep last night on the plane. After he had talked to Devlin, he headed straight to airport to catch a flight to France. All he could do was wonder where Sydney was and whether she was safe or not. Now he was about to meet with a man who had information about the guests that attended the party Sydney went to and video footage as well. If they knew who had taken her, they might be able to find out where she was.

Vaughn could only hope that it wouldn't be too late. Sydney had suffered so much over the past few months. It just wasn't fair that this was happening to her. No matter how mad he was at her or what issues they were having, Vaughn couldn't help, but be a little protective of her.

He entered the club and searched around for the person he needed to talk to. Spotting him near the bar, Vaughn walked over and sat down in the stool next to him. After getting a drink from the bartender, he addressed the man.

"Monsieur, I believe you have something I want."

"And what would that be?"

"Look, I don't have time to play these games with you. Just give me the information I need." Vaughn looked at the man intently.

"Alright." He paused. "For a price."

"I believe you don't have a choice, Monsieur. I'm CIA and I can take you into custody right now if I wanted to." Vaughn pulled his badge out of his leather jacket and flashed it in front of the man.

The man laughed bitterly. "I don't cooperate with the likes of the CIA." Vaughn grabbed the man's head and slammed it onto the bar counter and poured his Scotch on the man.

"Don't push me." Vaughn said in a dangerous tone.

"Alright, alright. The information is in the briefcase." Vaughn grabbed the briefcase off the counter and walked away from the bar area. Ignoring the inquiring glances, he walked out of the club and headed to the van where Weiss was waiting.

Once Vaughn went inside, he handed Weiss the tape and started looking through the names.

"You know the Scotch may have been too much."

Vaughn kept scanning the list looking for any name that may be familiar. Anyone could have been at this party and he wanted to find out who could have taken Sydney. "He was asking for it."

Weiss just nodded. "So you want to tell me the story behind all this."

"Not particularly. No."

"Are you sure? Cause I'm...wait a minute. Here it is. The footage you wanted." Vaughn went over to Weiss and look at the footage on the screen. His breath caught as he saw someone oddly familiar on the screen.

"That's Sydney's mother. Sydney showed me a picture once. I mean she looks older now, but that's her."

Weiss looked at Vaughn in shock. "Are you sure? I mean, why would Sydney's mother capture Sydney?"

"I'm not sure, but last time I heard, Laura Bristow was supposed to be dead." Vaughn shook his head in disbelief. "None of this makes any sense."

"Could it be that Sydney's mother staged her death? Could she be a double?"

"That would explain a lot of things. I'm going to call Jack Bristow. I'm sure he will want to know about this and maybe he could also help us."

Vaughn took a deep breath and dialed Jack Bristow's number.

"Jack Bristow here."

"Mr. Bristow, this is Michael Vaughn. Your daughter's been captured and we believe her mother has her."

"What? What do you mean my daughter has been captured? Why wasn't I informed of this?"

"This was a recent development. There's no time to explain everything. Do you know where your wife could be in France?"

"She had a villa in the south of France in a small village named Cordeau. If she is anywhere, she'll be there."

"You're not surprised she's still alive?" There was silence on the other end for awhile before Jack responded.

"I've known for a long time, Agent Vaughn. Sydney's mother's real name was Irina Derevko. When she was married to me, she had been working undercover with the KGB. Her accident had been staged." Vaughn's eyes widened in shock at Jack's words.

"Does Sydney know about this?"

"No, I thought it was better that she didn't know."

"I see."

"I will meet you in France in 5 hours at the villa. Call me if there are any changes or if you've found Sydney."

"Alright, Mr. Bristow." Vaughn hung up the phone and sighed. What more could go wrong? Wasn't it enough that Sydney was in trouble? Did her mother have to be a part of this too? KGB. Sydney will be heartbroken once she finds out the truth. Vaughn pulled out of his thoughts and turned to Weiss.

"We're going to Cordeau."