"So, what do you want to do?" Kaylee asked as she flopped down onto the hotel room bed. Her mother had been quick to usher her and Sark onto the private plane and out of the country. Kaylee didn't understand how sending her to the country where the CIA was based would help their plan, but she'd known her mother for long enough to know she shouldn't ever doubt her.

"I just want to curl up on that bed and rest for just a minute," Sark said as he slipped his shoes off. Since he and Kaylee were trying to pose as a young vacationing couple, he had been forced to part with his beloved collection of suits. Instead, Irina had laid out a rather different outfit consisting of blue jeans, a vintage punk band t-shirt, and one of those sweatshirt wrist bands. Sark had to admit that he wasn't minding the change all that much. It was nice not being constantly oogled for one's great fashion sense.

Kaylee looked over at Sark who was now lying on his back with his eyes closed. "You don't get much time to rest, do you?" she asked honestly.

"Welcome to the life of a spy," Sark said without opening his eyes. "It's not all fun all the time."

"I'm sorry," Kaylee said as she took a seat on the bed next to Sark.

Sark popped open one eye and looked at her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Lying down. If you get to rest, then so do I. And I don't see any other bed in the room and I'm definitely not laying on that teeny tiny couch over there so that means I'm stuck laying down here."

Frustrated, Sark opened both eyes and sat up. "Irina would kill me if she knew that I was sleeping with her daughter." Kaylee raised an eyebrow at that comment. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I don't know, Irina really doesn't like any of her people getting close to one another."

"And you think we're getting too close?" Kaylee whispered into Sark's ear lightly. She laughed and lay back on the bed. "She let you get closed to her, though. How did you manage that one?"

Sark smiled. "I have no idea." He pulled himself up off of the bed and looked around. "Why don't you take a nap? I'm going to go get some work down while I have the chance. We might be on vacation, but I still have lots of intel to catch up on. I'll come wake you up when it's time for dinner."

Kaylee barely had time to nod in agreement before she was falling asleep.

A couple of hours later, Sark quietly let himself back into the hotel room. He was startled to find that Kaylee was still sleeping even though he had tried to give her plenty of time to take a nap and wake up. He really didn't want to have to go through the awkwardness of trying to wake her up. The last time he had been forced to wake someone up, he ended up with a bullet in his left shoulder. "She almost looks too peaceful," he thought. "Almost."

He lightly shook her shoulder and was surprised when he got punched in the jaw. "Ow," he mumbled from his new position on the floor. "It's always the peaceful looking ones, isn't it?"

"What happened?" Kaylee asked, still half asleep.

"I think I just got beat up by a girl," Sark said. He continued to sit on the floor and rub his jaw.

"What?" Kaylee said looking down to where he was talking from. "Why are you on the floor?"

"Because you bloody socked me!" Sark stood up rather frustrated with himself for being caught enough off guard so he wasn't able to block her punch. With little though to anything other than escaping this situation, he stormed into bathroom, and Kaylee heard the shower turn on a minute later.

"What happened?" Kaylee murmured to herself, still thoroughly confused. She finally thought that Sark and she were getting along, and then she had to go and do something stupid like hit him in her sleep. Scanning the room, she figured she should come up with something productive to do until Sark had vacated the shower. Her eyes landed on the file folders that he had been working on in the plane. "Must be important if he brought them all the way here," she said softly.

Flipping through the top one which happened to be the largest, Kaylee was surprised to realize it all contained information on Sydney. There was a detailed schedule of the different drop points she had used to get in contact with the CIA and her handler when she was still on active double agent status. A list of contacts she had formed in her personal and professional life was scribbled on what looked to be a bar napkin. Mostly, the folder contained various surveillance pictures of Sydney. A few were shots of Sydney kissing a young man in a warehouse. Kaylee was surprised to see ideas scrawled on each photo in what she could only assume to be Sark's handwriting.

"Interesting," she muttered. "Obviously he's spent more time than I observing Sydney. Was it an assignment or a personal, private hobby?" She laughed lightly to herself and opened the next folder. It contained nothing but computer printouts, as did the third and fourth folder. The final folder however was extremely interesting to Kaylee.

Unlike the first folder, it was rather thin. The subject contained in it was herself. "Must just have started this one up recently. Obviously for his own benefit because my mother would have no real need to order official reconnaissance done on me." Kaylee flipped through the pages. She realized that Sark had collected a few photos of her when she had gone on all those missions posing as Sydney. Also, he had scrawled a small profile of her on the back of a receipt.

"Very opinionated and stubborn like her mother and sister. Seems to be a little more aggressive and open than either one, though. Incredibly attractive and she knows it. Would not be against using her physical self to get the things she wants. An asset or a flaw? Don't know her real role in all of this. May just be another pawn in Irina's game. Can't even trust the fact that she really is Irina's daughter and Sydney's sister even though she looks exactly like them. What is her position in this Rambaldi mess?" Kaylee finished reading the receipt out loud.

"If there's something you wanted to know, you could have just asked," Sark said as he stepped out of the bathroom. Kaylee became startled and spilled the folders all over the floor. She bent down to start picking them pages up.

"I'm sorry. I was just wondering what you were always writing. It's kind of mysteri--" Kaylee stopped talking and trying to pick up the mess as soon as she actually turned to look at Sark.

Sark, in his rush to get in the shower and away from Kaylee, his attacker, had forgotten to take the clothes he had planned to wear to dinner in with him. So, he was forced to leave the bathroom with only a towel wrapped carelessly around his hips. He couldn't help but smirk when he realized that it was throwing Kaylee off.

"What were you saying about your blatant snooping?" he asked as he walked over to his luggage.

"Um... I can't recall right now," Kaylee whispered as she stood up. Realizing she was staring, she swiftly made a beeline for the bathroom calling over her shoulder "I hope you didn't use up all the hot water."

Sark grinned as the door slammed shut. He calmly walked over to the door and tapped lightly on it.

"What do you want?" called the voice behind the door harshly.

"Well, I just thought you might like to know where we're going to dinner. And maybe that way you can come out here and get the proper clothing to put on."

"Oh," Kaylee said as she opened the door and walked out into the bedroom. "So where are you taking me, my dear boyfriend?"

"Zeffirino. It's my favorite restaurant in this area."

"And what should I wear?" Kaylee asked. Sark had turned his attention to getting his files back in order, which slightly bugged Kaylee. 'Why does it always seem like I'm being a burden to him?' she thought.

"I don't know," he said without looking up. "Something sexy, I guess."

Kaylee grinned. He didn't even know the trouble he had just gotten himself into. Her mother always discouraged her from dressing sexy when she was at home in France. Irina said that every time she did Kaylee always managed to get into more trouble than she ever had before. And that trouble usually involved men and fast-moving cars.

After a quick shower, Kaylee hopped out and threw a towel around herself. She was disappointed to realize that Sark had already left the room. He had taken his folders, too, so she couldn't snoop around in them to find out more of his comments on her. Kaylee began riffling through the closet and the different dresses the hotel had set out for her, per her mother's phoned-in request earlier that day.

"This one," she said with a smirk. "Oh he won't know what hit him."