Notes- Sorry it took so long. It is not like this is a long chapter or anything. Big thanks to those who left reviews last time. Means alot. Thanks to my betas (RED and Jen) once again.

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When he had gone over the plans for Harper's club he was hit by the oddity of the condition and location. It was nothing more than a dilapidated hang out, for the twenty somethings of England, located in the very wrong side of town. It was either an ingenious or remarkably foolish move to hold such valuable information there. Sark knew it would have been the last place he would have suspected and admired the man for being as bold as he was.

The dingy smoky club was packed on that Friday evening. This was certainly not the type of establishment Sark would frequent but he had been in far worse. Loud screeching rock music was coming from the stage area, where a band did their best to play 'music' and failed. Sark cringed at the feedback reaching his ears but it did not seem to bother those around him. Most were too busy drinking and quite a few were being overly-friendly with someone, Sark presumed, they had only met that night.

Sark and Sydney merged with the sweaty throng and worked their way over to a corner of the bar where he bought two bottles of beer. Sark handed one to her and took a swig of his own.

"Never took you as the beer type," Syd said with amusement and showing the previous events had not phased her.

"I'm not. I doubt they'd offer what I normally drink."

After what had just happened, he was sure there would be a certain level of avoidance between the two, whenever possible. She clearly had other intentions.

"You ever wish this was us?" His blue eyes shot at her. Again Sydney was so predictable in that she would always do the unexpected.

Sark sighed, looked over to the scene in front of him and back to Syd with a grimace. Her hazel eyes teasingly shinned back at him till gigantic smiles took over both of their faces. He had to even laugh at himself. It may have been, Sark mused, the first time they were at total ease with one another.

"At times," he at last admitted with all honesty.

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They spent sometime on the floor, slowly working through the crowd trying to be low-key as possible. For reasons he did not know he was having an enjoyable time. It was not the music, which was awful, and it certainly was not the beer either. As terrible as the beer was, he decided on having a second and that entertained Syd to no end. It had to be the most unprofessional either ever acted while on mission but neither lost sight of their goal. When the time came, they went off to complete it.

Once towards the back the crowd began to dwindle. Syd got busy picking the lock while Sark looked out for trouble and did his best to block Sydney's actions from view. At an opportune moment they both slipped unnoticed past the employees only entrance, which lead to the floors above where Harper's office was.

As the door closed behind them, the familiar rush of adrenaline surged through his body. There was no hiding in this hall so they had to be careful. Slowly, they stepped forward, straining their eyes to see ahead of them. It was dark, dirty and eerily quiet. Besides the clicking of Syd's heals only the distant thump of the music's bass and the rustling from Sark's leather jacket could be heard. He felt the urge to hold his gun hidden in that jacket but if they were caught, its presence would only make things worse.

Sark felt Syd grab his arm when he turned to where her eyes were focused, he spotted a camera. They were well out if its view currently but they needed to get passed it unnoticed. Timing the camera as it scanned over the area, Sark was sure they could do it but they could not be off by much.

All of a sudden, Sark's heart jumped as a door from one of the side rooms began to open. Needing to act quick, Sark pushed Syd against the wall and the show began. Grunting sloppy kisses were exchanged and hands wandered. To this man they were nothing more than two drunk party go'ers with little on their mind beside each other.

"You're not allowed back here."

His scolding was ignored. Their kissing just became more frenzied, almost desperate in nature. So hard and passionate, it was almost entrancingly real for him. He struggled to stay focused.

"You hear me?"

The man clearly was not getting the point so Sark pressed harder against Syd. He ran his hand up her warm thigh, lifting her dress up to reveal her panties. It reminded him so much of that night on the beach but this time it was not for pleasure. He wanted to chase the man away. It did not work. As he heard the click of the hammer on a gun, he pulled away and stared into Syd's eyes, knowing it was pointed on him. Just as he was ready to lift his hands in defeat, the sound of a gun blast filled the room. Sark flinched expecting the worst but nothing more than a thud from behind took place. Panting, he looked up into her face and knew.

Sydney handed the warm gun back like it was nothing. "We need to be quick."

He wanted to comprehend it all but there was no time to think about that now. Wordlessly, the two ran half the distance than stood under the camera wanting for it to pan to the other direction.

When they reached the door the camera was getting ready to pan back on them.

Before Sydney even finished saying code Sark started rattling off the numbers, 6-1-5-2-1-3.

The door opened and they ran up two flights of stairs to the office. Once there, Sark went to the computer, broke into the system, and tried to locate the files while Syd kept watch. He was getting frustrated. Though Sark was working fast, it was not fast as he would have liked. As if she were reading his mind she impatiently said, "You done yet?" Sark shot her a 'do your own job' look and continued searching.

"Got it!" He quickly copied the files and slipped the disk into his jacket.

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They had slipped out unseen but it would not be long before their presence there was known. It was several alleyways over before they stopped to collect themselves. Sark's body ached and he felt a hint of nausea though there was no reason for either.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He had not even known he was.

"Sorry," he mumbled turning away.

It was not like he had never seen her kill before. He had and killed many more himself. He was far worse than she ever could be or so he thought. He had killed both the innocent and guilty; was feared due to his coldness when doing so. Her expression though, there had been nothing in those eyes. Nothing that told him she was even considering of such a thing. They had been vacant, just as his had always been prior to the park.

"We're spending far too much time together," he said with a harsh laugh. It had been more to himself but her expression proved that she understood clear enough. He was somehow blaming himself for this.

"Sark, you know I am capable of such a thing."

"But not for me." So much sorrow, far more than he wished, was reflected in that statement.

She came up to him with a sad smile. As if to comfort him, Syd cupped his face and brought her lips to his. They were so soft and reassuring. 'Yes for you' they told him. They told him. He was shaking at the tenderness of it all. He touched her back; almost afraid she would not be there. His heart pounded at the intoxicating feeling of being cared for. Kiss after kiss followed and he never wanted it to stop.

That is why her sharp intake of breath shocked him so. Even though it had been him who grabbed her arm, he could not believe it.

"Like your mother you are. Is this what it all was for?" His eyes fell on two disks in her hand. She had been switching disks. Twice in one night, her kisses had lead to the unexpected. "No." The tears, which were so strangely missing earlier that night, were there now.

"The CIA not getting what they want fast enough?" Anger, bitterness and pain had over taken him. Of all the moments in his life he had to be betrayed again in this one. "That's right. I know."

The Sark of old would be kicking himself for revealing such a thing but this one spoke with a different frame of mind.

Her eyes pleaded with him. "What are you going to do?"

He did not care about that now. "Did they tell you to do this?" His voice begged for an answer. "I need to know."

"The CIA knows nothing of this. I promise. Please Sark, are you going to tell Sloane?"

He felt empty.

End of chapter 13

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