"It is a replica?" questioned Slone in the briefing room. Marshall and Sydney were by his side.

"Erm erm, yes. Yes it is" replied Marshall.

"It did seem a little easy" said Sydney "Mr Kensington seemed very happy to be parted from the painting."

"Ok, Sydney do you know who this man works for?"

"Yes. He said something about 'XS' a team he works for. He could be lieing though."

"Good job Sydney I'll get the team to start looking into it. In the mean time I think you should go home. Have some sleep or something, you look awful."

Sydney didn't argue she did feel quite exhausted from all that had been happening to her these past weeks.

"Ok. You'll phone me when you have any news?"

"Yes" replied Slone.

Before she left she said goodbye to her Father and then went to meet Vaughn at their private place in the warehouse.

"Hey," he said as she entered the room.

"Hey, Vaughn," Sydney replied as she propped her self against a crate with her good arm.

"So, what happened? Did you give Marshall the painting?"

Sydney stared at the floor for a moment wondering how to answer.

"The painting…..it's a replica. Marshall inspected it and said its not real. Mr Kensington, if that's his name has the real one. Slone and the team are looking into it now."

"I did say that it seemed too easy. Damn! Maybe we'll have better luck next time."

"Maybe and I hope we do. If I had listened to you Vaughn we may have got the correct painting. Its my fault."

"Don't blame yourself, Sydney. At lot of things has happened to you these past weeks and I know you haven't really been yourself. Once your feeling yourself again, we'll get our Sydney back. The kick-ass double agent."

Sydney produced a smile that made her dimples show.

"Anyway, Slone has ordered me to go home, take some rest whilst he and the team look into the Kensington case."

"I think you should get some rest. You look awful."

"Slone said that too. To be honest I do feel tired. I really need to get some rest what with everything that's been happening."

"I'll drive you home. Just got to find my keys." Vaughn fiddled around in his trouser pocket and pulled out a set of keys.

"Got them. Are you ready?"

"Yes," replied Sydney smiling. Vaughn put his arms around Sydney and led her to his car.

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Vaughn drove Sydney home, with Sydney drifting in and out of sleep in the passenger seat. Vaughn reached Sydney's house and parked across the road.

"Sweetheart?" he said nudging Sydney so that she woke up.

"Hmmm…" she said stretching out. She looked across the street at her house.

"We're home. That's my house. Am I right?"

"Yes. I better be going I'll call you later. Will you be alright getting to the door?" asked Vaughn.

"Yes I can manage thanks." Vaughn leaned over and gave her a big hug. Sydney felt relaxed in his arms as if she could fall asleep. She left the car, waited until Vaughn had driven away and then made her way to the house.

She opened the door to find two figures sitting on the sofa. They both turned around immediately.

"Sydney you're home. Where have you been? What happened?." said the man, Will. He had many questions to ask his friend. Sydney looked on blankly she couldn't remember them. Who were they she thought. Vaughn or her Father hadn't shown photos of them so she couldn't remember who they were. As Sydney tried to remember she suddenly had another flashback, this time of her before the accident talking to Francie and Will, she was saying goodbye and that she would be on business for a few days." She could hear a voice calling her, she pulled out of her trance and nearly tipped backward out of the open door, startled.

"Sydney are you Ok?" asked Francie grabbing her arm and guiding her to a seat. Sydney sat down. It seemed to be coming back. The guy must have been Will and she was Francie.

"I'm sorry guys" she admitted, but still dazed.

"About what?" asked Will.

"Not being able to see you these last weeks."

"Yer we're both are too. Where were you and how did you get those wounds?" asked Francie.

Sydney knew she couldn't tell them what really happened so some of it was made up.

"I was on business, you know with the bank and I was going to cross this road. There was no traffic when I was crossing, when suddenly this vehicle came speeding round the corner and hit me."

"I swear people should be jailed for life for that. You could have been killed!" shouted Will.

"I know. The guy must have been drink driving or something."
"Did you see his face?" questioned Francie.

"I couldn't. The vehicle came on so fast I didn't get a chance to see."

"So that's how you got the wounds?" asked Will looking worried.

"Yes. I ended up in hospital with a broken arm in several places, wound to the head and amnesia. I couldn't remember you when I came into to the house. Somehow I have these flashbacks and I remember people I have forgotten. I think its due to the accident."

"So how do you feel now?" asked Will. Francie wanted to know the answer too.

"Better. I just feel tired with all the time I spent in hospital trying to regain my memory. I wished you could have been there, but I couldn't remember who you were, sorry." said Sydney.

"Don't worry its great to see you again. I'm so glad you are OK." confessed Francie giving Sydney a gentle befriending hug. Will looked on and smiled.

"So what do you want to do. Sleep, eat, watch TV?." asked Francie.

"I am a little peckish. What's in the cupboard? I had some breakfast this morning which wasn't very appetising."

"I think there's some pasta in there"

"Yer, its probably old and mouldy!" added Will.

"No its not!" said Francie throwing a cushion from the sofa at him. Will ducked as a cushion came sailing for his head.

"Pasta sounds great. And after that I'm going to sleep. Don't know about you guys?"

"I going to watch some TV?" said Francie.

"I'll probably join you then?" added Will.

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Will, Francie and Sydney sat around the table eating their pasta. They had somehow gotten onto a conversation about embarrassing situations they had had.

"I walked into a woman's toilet block once. That was embarrassing" stated Will.

"That's not as bad as forgetting your knickers on the first day of work!" explained Sydney.

"You forgot your what?" said Francie beginning to laugh.

"I had to go home and get changed. I was wearing a short skirt too."

"Ouch!" said Francie.

"I had this embarrassing moment once" said Francie "I locked myself out of the house and then I realised after an hour of trying to pick the lock that there was a spare key under the mat. I had forgotten it was there."

Sydney and Will looked at each other and laughed.

It was the first time in ages that Sydney felt relaxed and safe. She had no missions to worry about and she could just go to sleep in her own bed instead of a horrible hard hospital bed with a strange scented bed cover. Some days she wished she could have a normal life that didn't involve espionage and secret agent stuff that she had to keep secret from her friends. She hated having to lie to them.

"Well I'm done, thanks." announced Sydney placing her knife and fork down on her plate.

"Finished, Will" asked Francie. Will nodded his head, "Yes. Thanks."

"We'll wash up. You go and sleep, sweetheart. Maybe It'll make you feel better."

"Thanks guys," said Sydney heading in the direction of her bedroom.

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Once her head had hit the pillow she fell asleep almost instantly. As she slept Francie was sitting in front of the TV watching a movie and Will was curled up next to her his head resting on the arm of the sofa.

As Sydney slept she began to dream she started to get entangled in a nightmare, another nightmare about the accident. She was hoping she wouldn't have any more nightmares, because they were beginning to freak her out. She tossed and turned in her bed as the lorry came full on and hit her. This part of her nightmare happened over and over again. She woke up in a sweat. Her heart beat was racing. No sooner had she sat up in bed did her mobile phone ring. With a shaking hand she picked up her mobile phone from the side and answered the call.

"Joey's Pizza?"

Sydney knew it was Vaughn. She could tell by his voice and the message he said.

Sydney was relieved to hear his voice, but was also still shaky from the nightmare. She could hear Francie and Will chatting with the TV turned up loud. Sydney made sure her door was locked before she carried on. She knew that her friends wouldn't be able to hear her with all the noise that was going on in the other room. She wondered how she had got to sleep at all.

"Sor-rr-y wr-ong Number," she managed to say.

"Sydney is there something wrong? Did I wake you up?"

"No, Vaughn you didn't. I….I had another nightmare about the accident. It's freaking me out, now."

"Maybe you should see a psychiatrist about it. If its freaking you out that much. Its worth seeing someone."

"I guess. Maybe I'll give one a call." said Sydney sarcastically.

"Seriously Sydney I think you should."

"OK, I will"

"Any word from Slone?" asked Vaughn.

"Nope not yet. I'm sure he'll call me soon, though. I better change the bandage to my head before I forget. Oh and see my friends they're watching TV."

"Ok, Bye!"

"Bye, Vaughn."

Sydney went out into living room where Francie and Will were watching TV. Her mobile phone tucked away in her pocket.

Will turned around.

"Hey, How are you feeling? That was a short sleep?"

"I couldn't sleep. I keep having nightmares about the accident. I am considering seeing a psychiatrist."

"I agree. Recurring nightmares. Not good" said Francie.

"Anyway have any of you seen my bag. I need to change the bandage to my head and take my painkillers."

"Yes. Its over there," said Francie pointing to a space behind a chair.

"Thanks," said Sydney retrieving her bag.

Whilst in the bathroom she took her painkillers and changed her bandage. She let out a sigh, buried her head in her hands and began to cry. She seemed to do all her crying in the bathroom as if it were a place of mourning. She hated feeling like this, all her energy seemed drained. It was the nightmare that had finished her off. Starting tomorrow she would see a psychiatrist. She had agreed to that. Her sobs were interrupted with a phone call. She pulled her mobile phone from out of her pocket. She guessed who the phone call was from.

"Hello, Sydney speaking?" she said trying to sound cheerful.

"Hello, this is Slone. We have found some information regarding Mr Kensington that I would like you to look at. Is it possible for you to come over in the morning?"

Sydney wiped the tears away from her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yes. Does 09:00 hours sound OK?."

"That's fine, get some rest and I'll see you then. Goodbye."

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