The dangerous revelation of Sloane's infiltration of Sydney's home was well understood. Knowing that Francie had been close to Will and the information he had about the CIA, however little it was, disturbed everyone at CIA Headquaters. Sydney, for obvious reasons, was the most bothered by this. Her best friend Francie was presumed dead, Will was insane, and Sloane had found a way to keep an eye, and an ear, on her activities.
            Sydney wandered down a hallway that led to Kendall's office, as she considered everything that had happened to her. It had been two weeks since they discovered the fake Francie sporked to death in her own apartment. Her apartment, Sydney dwelled, was the only place where she felt like herself, even when lying about where she worked. It was the only place she felt truly safe, as she was surrounded by friends, and had little to worry about anything happening to them. It was the only stable part of her life. And Sloane infiltrated it. He not only spyed on the spy, but also put her loved ones at risk. Her father was still missing, Francie was dead, and Will was declared insane. Thanks to Sloane, the only person she had left to turn to was Vaughn.
            Sydney shook her head to clear her thoughts; thoughts that had been haunting her since her father's disappearance - thoughts that had not only stalked her during consciousness, but also appeared in her dreams at night. Thoughts that she believed were making her crazy.
            The door to Kendall's office opened just as she proceeded to knock, causing her knock on Kendall's bald head instead of the wooden door.
            "My apologies," Sydeny quickly apologized as Kendall glared at her. He then shook his head and pulled out a white cloth, with which he proceeded to rub the spot that Sydney had knocked on.
            "I just got my head waxed today," he muttered to himself, putting the cloth away. Sydney heard what he said, however, choose not to comment. "Agent Bristow, what do you want? I'm in a hurry." Kendall growled.
            "I request permission to see Will" Sydney said, her face a cold, expressionless mask, much like her father's. Kendall shook his bald head, reflecting the flouresent lights into Sydney's face as he did.
             "Permission denied, Agent Bristow," Kendall replied coldly. Sydney's eyes flashed, and not just because of the reflection off of Kendall's head.
            "Why don't you allow me to see him? What's the problem with that?" Sydney questioned icily.
            "Agent Bristow, are you questioning my authority?" Kendall asked, eyes narrowing slightly. Sydney remained silent, struggling with herself to avoid going off. She wanted to see Will… hell, she felt like she needed to see him. Kendall, naturally, wouldn't allow her to. He watched Sydney as she struggled with her thoughts, fighting back all the bitter remarks that threatened to burst forth. After a few minutes, Kendall again spoke.
            "I understand that you want to see Will Tippin. However, there are more important matters to be concerned with. Like you, for example. Ever since your father's disappearance, you haven't been the same. As a result, you will be given two weeks to do whatever you need to do in order to be the Agent Bristow you once were. Oh, and that is not an option, it's an order," Kendall added, seeing Sydney begin to protest. With that said, Kendall proceeded down the hallway leaving Sydney alone, again, with her thoughts.
            It seemed like a hundred emotions flashed across Sydney's face just then, ranging from completely lost to intensely furious. She didn't like being ordered to take a vacation. She knew that she wasn't at her best, however, she also knew that she had many things to do before she could rest and take the time needed to grieve.
            With that, a determined, yet impassive, look settled on her face, she proceeded out of CIA headquaters. Unbeknownst to her, a silent observer followed her every move as she walked down the street planning out her mandatory two-week vacation.