Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alias characters that are portrayed on this story, so please don't sue me!!!!!! Summary: Five years have passed since the fall of SD-6, and Sydney has gone missing for the 3 last years. Vaughn is in for the shock of his life when he finally finds Sydney.with a family. S/S; some S/V

While She Was Missing Chapter 8

"Daddy! Daddy!" Sark felt himself being tapped on the shoulder. He slowly turned around and saw the sad face of his daughter. He sat up and pulled Annabelle on the bed next to him.

"Daddy, where's Mommy?" Annabelle asked.

"Annabelle, Mommy had to go away for a little while," Sark tried to explain.

"When is she coming back?"

"I.I'm not sure. Don't worry about a thing, Bella," Sark reassured his daughter.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

Sark picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Sark?" It was Sydney.

"Sydney, where are you?! I saw you yesterday! Why did you just leave like that? What are you trying to prove?"

"I.I need my little girl!" Sark could tell that Sydney was on the verge of tears.

"You have to come back home if you want to see her again. And don't think that it's going to be easy, Sydney. Let me just say this: Bella and I are going on a little vacation, and don't expect us to let you know when we come back," Sark spilled out in a voice lacking emotion.

"You can't just keep my daughter away from me! I love her!" pleaded Sydney.

Sark seemed to ignore her cry. "I'm going to be taking care of some business and Bella is coming with me. Don't try to find us. We wouldn't want to have to blame you for your precious Agent Vaughn's gory demise."

Sydney cringed at the sinister twist to Sark's words. Since when did everything become so complicated? Since you left your husband, smart one, was the answer a little voice shouted in Sydney's head.

"Andrew, please don't take her," were the words Sydney could only get out by a whisper.

"Don't try to contact me because you will have no way of knowing my whereabouts. I will contact you if there is a problem, which I highly doubt there will be. Goodbye, Sydney Bristow."

The sharp clip of the phone being hung up made Sydney realize how big of a mistake she had made.

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Sydney hung up the phone and held her head in her hands. What was she going to do? She needed help if she wanted to locate her daughter and her husband. Even though Sark had changed so much over their years together, he was still as unpredictable as ever. Sark had so many contacts around the world that he and Bella could be anywhere.

Sydney packed her things and checked out of the small motel she had stayed at for the night. The cab she had called pulled up to the curb and she gingerly threw her suitcase into the trunk. Sydney decided to go to the only place where she knew she could get sufficient information.

After a long and tiring trip back to Los Angeles, the cab pulled into an apartment complex that Sydney hadn't been to in what seemed to be ages. She paid her fare and got her bags, slowly walking down the sidewalk. CC4, where is CC4, Sydney thought as she looked at all doors. Eventually she found apartment CC4 and knocked on the door. A man opened it and when he saw her face, his eyes widened drastically, which was a big difference from his usual aloof demeanor.

"Sydney? Is that you?" he asked incredulously.

"Dad, I'm going to need your help."

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Shortly after Sark hung up with Sydney, his cell phone began to ring loudly from his room. Walking briskly toward the master suite, Sark flipped open the phone quickly.

"Sark."

"Mr. Sark, have you thought about my proposition?" asked a slightly patronizing and suspicious voice.

"Yes, and I have come to a conclusion. Meet me tomorrow at 4pm at the house in Tuscany. You know where to find it."

"True, true. But how am I sure that you will be able to produce and fulfill the prophecy? As you should know, Mr. Sark, I need insurance."

"I'm one step ahead of you. Along with the required artifacts, I have one thing you could never have. I have Irina Derevko's granddaughter."

"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me. The child, the final part of the prophecy."

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