~ I would like to dedicate this chapter to my most dedicated fan. Leo's lil sista. Thank you all for the reviews so far. I always love reading them. At this time, I am caught up in a lot of things, including a wedding, some of my posts may be irregular in timing, how long it is until the next post. Please forgive me. This is a situation that I cannot control. Thanx for reading. Eden.~

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Kendall and Vaughn entered the interrogation room together. The woman that Vaughn had arrested sat in the chair. She watched them as they walked over and sat across from her. Kendall surveyed the room quickly before resting his eyes on the woman across from him.

The woman looked at Kendall bitterly. "What's up 'Baldie'? I was beginning to worry. I guess it's a little late to ask for a warrant, huh?"

Kendall dismissed her statement reluctantly and motioned to the tower-like statue by the wall. "I see you completed the puzzle," he stated.

"I remember doing it when I was a kid. What's next? Coloring books?"

"You just solved one of the hardest puzzles in the us in under three seconds," Kendall replied as he ran his hand toward the staue

"Congrats to me then."

Vaughn looked at the woman piercingly. "We will ask questions and you will answer them. Easy enough. What is your name?"

The woman smiled. "Big Bird."

Vaughn frowned. "One count perjury. What is your name?"

"Elmo."

"Two. What is your name?"

"Ernie."

"Three. What is your name?"

"Elvis."

"Dammit!" Vaughn yelled. "What the fuck is your name?"

The woman frowned. "Dang. You take stuff too seriously. My name is Capri Marie Bristow. I live with my Uncle and Sister in Los Angeles, California. My mother is a work-a-holic for an insurance ajustment claims center. Her name is Irina Derevko. My uncle owns the Morelle Hotel. His name is Martian Kars. My brother works with my mother. His name is Andrew Kars. My mother and brother live on the road a lot. My sister owns and runs a small resturant called 'Stacie's Place'. Her name is Stacie Jackson Bristow. We live at 349 Murtle Drive in Angel Peak Homes. Our number is 555-3398. My father died before I was born in a car accident with my older sister. Their names are Jackson Bristow and Sydney Bristow."

Vaughn's jaw fell, bounced of the floor and back into place. "You are related to Sydney Bristow?"

"We would have been sisters but, she died before I was born," said Capri. "So did my father. I have pictures of them in my wallet but, my wallet is in my purse and my purse is in my car and my friend has my car. He is my best friend since grade school. His name is Tory James. He lives at 42 Maple-"

"We get the point," Kendall cut in. "What do you do?"

"As a job?" Kendall nodded and Capri continued, "I am a photographer and model. Sometimes I sit in as a waitress for my sister."

Vaughn looked at the mirror window behind Capri. "What do you know about your father?"

Capri looked at Vaughn carefully. "My father? His name is Jackson Bristw. He and my mother were married in LA. They had a daughter named Sydney. My mother had a brief affair with the man that I now call my uncle, Martian Kars, and became pregnant with my brother. She got a surrogate mother and then fixed it so that my uncle and his wife adopted their son. The day my mother found out about my sister and me, my father and sister got into an accident. No survivors. When I was six years old, my mother gave me a picture of each of them. In my purse, I can account for every single picture. I have a photographic memory. I have a studio picture of me, a studio picture of my mother, a picture of Stacie and me, a baby picture of Sydney, a baby picture of my father, a regular picture of my father, a studio picture of my son, and a picture of my mother in a bunny suit, me in a kitty suit, and my son between us in a devil suit. That last one was of us last Halloween."

Kendall looked uncomfortable. "You have a son?"

Capri laughed lightly before replying, "Yes. I thought you were the CIA. It's not the CIA without the intelligence. If you are going to arrest someone without a warrant, their consent, checking your sources, or even researching the arrestee, you have no business arresting anyone. By the way, what have I been arrested for? I've never even gotten a traffic violation, let alone done anything the CIA would want to know about."

Both the men were silent for a moment. Capri chose that moment to continue her speech. "You are so lucky that my son is in a safe place. If he wasn't, I would have bust your ass from the beginning. This is me being co- operative. I have answered all your questions and I want to know why I don't know a goddamn thing. The least you could do is tell me why I am here instead of with my son or at my house."

Kendall sat back and smiled. "Fair enough. You are a threat to national security."

With that Kendall stood. When Vaughn followed, Capri responded, "I am a threat to national security? I have never broke the law. Well, not seriously."

The men didn't respond to the statement. Instead, they walked right out.

Capri yelled after them. "You're an ass! You can't even tell me the truth! You have to avoid it!" Capri stood and looked at the window. She looked to the chair. "Damn!" she muttered to herself. "Freaking chair is bolted to the ground."

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Sark lied on the cot in the cell. Everything was bolted down. He heard the sound of gates opening. Sark turned over on the cot and faced the window.

Jack Bristow materialized just beyond the window. "So far," he started, "you haven't talked. Only Ms. Derevko has spoken to anyone. Is there any way to make you talk?"

Sark smiled and shook his head from side to side.

Jack continued. "Would it make a difference if I told you that we are holding a person very close to you."

Sark smirked and stood up. He walked up to the glass and kept smiling at Jack. Finally, he spoke. "I don't keep any one close."

Jack smiled proudly. When Sark frowned, he said, "Yes you do. Capri and Stacie." Jck laughed when he saw the slight fear in Sark's eyes. "We have both of them."

Sark looked at him so hard that Jack felt scared for a moment. Sark finally spoke. "How?"

"An agent of ours found information on where you and Derevko were staying previous to our accommodations. Your father's hotel. His home address was listed. We raided the house and we arrested Capri, Stacie, and Martian Kars."

Sark was silent for a minute. When he finally spoke, he said his words with pure hate. "If you so much as lay a hand on them, you or anyone else, I will kill you. Do you understand?"

"Relax Mr. Kars. I won't hurt them."

Sark smiled. "I know you won't. Like Sydney, they are attractive. I want them with you. I will talk. I will tell you everything as long as I am assured that you will give them security and that they are being kept away from Sloane. I want to be assured that Benny is safe and then I will talk to you." At Jacks confused face Sark added, "Capri's son. Benjamin Michael Bristow."

Jack nodded. "She mentioned a son."

"You better tell her soon. Capri. You better tell her that you are alive soon. She is a bitch when people she doesn't know cross her. Keep her safe and I will talk."

Jack nodded again. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," Sark said softly as he returned to his cot.

It was evident from his movements that Sark didn't expect Jack to here him. Sark jumped when Jack said, "Your welcome."

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~ Please tell me what you think. I am trying to make Sark more of a good guy. The last chapter is explained in this chapter. I hope you like it. The more reviews I get the faster I write. I am having writers block on my other story so be patient. Thank you. Eden.~