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People stared at Sydney funny the next day when she walked into the office, and sat down at her desk as if nothing was different. Her presence was so rare that some people thought that she had even stopped working there.
"Sydney, Kendall and I want to see you in his office. Now." Jack said, remaining cold to his daughter. Sydney stood up, and followed him to the director's office. She sat down across the desk.
"Agent Bristow, good to see you. We haven't seen much of you lately."
"Lately as in two years, or lately as in four months?"
"Don't you start. Where the hell have you been!?!" He demanded.
"Anywhere." She said. "Sometimes I just drive until I'm tired. Crash the night at some cheep motel, and then drive home the next day." Sydney lied.
"You need to start showing up more regularly, and on time."
"Or what? You'll fire me?" Sydney said. "You and I both know that I am too big of an asset to do that."
"Not anymore Sydney." Jack said, stepping into the conversation. "Not since you came back."
"So I'm missing for two years, and I come back, and you expect me to be the same, and act like nothing changed. Things changed, I've changed, everyone changed, and I don't know how the hell it all happened."
"I am aware of that, but we now have people that you can be replaced with." Kendall commented.
"Replace me."
"We'll cut you a deal. You agree to see Barnett now, and we will see what we can work out."
"I don't want to see her."
"Go Sydney." Jack said.
Sydney didn't say anything as she stormed out of the office. She took a quick glance Dr. Barnett's way, and decided not to go by her office. Vaughn was sitting at his desk. She couldn't breathe when he was around. She couldn't think. All she wanted to do was cry until she curled up and died.
As she continued to storm out, she ran into Will. "Hey Sydney, you made it to work today."
"I'm on my way out."
"At least you made it for a little while."
"Yes." Sydney got to her car, and sped away, leaving tire marks from where she burned rubber on her way out. Three blocks away, she picked up her cell phone. Three blocks seemed to be far enough away that the CIA wouldn't be able to listen in. She dialed the only numbers the phone would car.
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