"Sydney's identity has been confirmed I'm taking her home." Vaughn said firmly.

Kendall laughed. "You don't have clearance to take someone from CIA custody, hell you don't have any clearance, remember."

"I have permission from the LA Branch Director, Kendall, your boss."

"Jack Bristow is in no state to be giving orders about his daughter."

"Well I have the order, and I'm taking her home." Vaughn said stepping closer to the door.

"Fine, but security will be monitoring you, and I'll be contacting both of you when I have new orders to bring Ms. Bristow back in."

Neither Sydney, nor Vaughn said a word as they walked out of the room, and started down the hall. Vaughn swiftly led Sydney to the parking garage, and to his car. They were silent until the car had cleared the gates.

"Sydney, I'm sorry about all that."

"What's going on Vaughn?"

"They confirmed that you are actually you, and your dad told me to take you home."

"My Dad?" She though back to the memory she'd had. "He's the LA director?"

"Yes, he was promoted almost two years ago."

"Vaughn two years ago, what happened?"

"We're almost home now, let's wait until we get there. We have a lot to talk about."

"Will your wife be there?" Sydney spat. She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

"Sydney please, we're almost there." He sighed.

They drove the rest of the way in silence, the thought of the impending conversation weighing heavily on their minds.

Once they arrived at Vaughn's house, he led Sydney inside.

"This place is great." She said noting the nice décor, and furniture. She tried to hide her resentment.

"Yeah, umm, well it's half yours." He said unable to meet her gaze.

"What do you mean?" She said following him into the living room. He looked at her before sitting her down, and taking a seat next to her.

"Sydney," He paused, trying to breathe correctly. "The last thing you remember is the night you fought Francie, right?"

"Yes." She said this impatiently, but regretted it afterward.

"That night I came back to your house, we were going to go to Santa Barbra. When I got there the place was in ruins, and I found Francie dead, and you lying unconscious on the floor across from her." He took a deep breath. "You don't remember anything past that, but after you recovered, we moved in here, together." He said trying hard to keep his emotions in check. Sydney's head was spinning, she was confused, and worried that she couldn't remember. "Sydney we lived here together for almost four months after that." He said again pausing to control his breathing.

"Four months." She breathed trying to regain a sense of reality.

"Yeah Syd, I even proposed six weeks before you, uh disappeared." He said softly letting a tear slip from his eye.

"We were engaged?" She breathed almost inaudibly.

"No. Sydney we were, we still are -married."