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A/N: In my story Sloane was caught during the raid.
Sydney walked out of Sd-6 with her head held high.
Sd-6 had just been brought down for good!
Sloane was in custody and she and Vaughn had finally gotten to kiss.
Everyone else was still inside the building finishing things up, but Sydney needed to get a breath of fresh air, and be alone to absorb it all.
Smiling, she stopped on the edge of the sidewalk, closed her eyes and lifted her face toward the sun.
Suddenly, she heard tires squealing, and she was being yanked into the back of a car, with blacked out windows.
Squealing, she looked up into the oh so familiar face of Mr. Sark!
"Sark!" she growled.
Sark grinned broadly and tied her hands behind her back. "Don't forget our driver," he said in his smug British accent.
Sydney's eyes widened when she saw the older replica of herself in the drivers seat.
"Mom!" she exclaimed.
"Hello Sydney" Irina purred.
Sydney glared at her and tried to pull herself out of Sarks iron like grip.
"Tsk, Tsk, Ms. Bristow. It will do you no good to fight." Sark declared.
Glaring at Sark, she looked at her mother.
"How did you get out of the CIA cell?"
Irina glanced back at her smugly. "That my dear girl is none of your business."
Sydney glared and struggled some more.
Sark regarded her, with an amused expression on his face.
"Stop fighting Ms. Bristow, or I will be forced to knock you out."
"Shut up, Sark! You'll be sorry for that!" she growled menacingly.
Sark threw back his head and laughed.
"I can't believe the infamous Mr. Sark is actually laughing" Sydney thought.
"What's so funny?" she asked through gritted teeth.
Sark chuckled and looked at her. "You are."
Sydney shot him an offended look. "What do you mean?"
"You think that you are so scary. And you're tied up! There is nothing you can do!" Sark said with another chuckle.
Irina glanced in the rearview mirror to see what Sydney would do.
Sydney struggled against the ropes that Sark had tied her up with, but it was in vane.
Sighing to herself she admitted defeat.
"Not that I'd ever tell them that!" she thought in disgust.
When Sark saw her sitting quietly, he smiled and leaned back in his seat.
"Much better, Sydney."
"Don't ever call me Sydney" she spat.
"All right then, Syd" Sark said with a slight teasing tone.
Sydney's face immediately darkened. "Do not call me Syd!"
Sark just shrugged and leaned back in his seat.
Irina had been watching them and saw Sark's happy smile.
Sark had called her Syd and Sydney just to get her riled.
"I love the way her eyes glitter when she's annoyed." Sark thought with a small smile.
He realized that he was smiling and glanced toward the front, in time to see Irina jerk her gaze away from the mirror.
"I think that Mr. Sark has a crush on Sydney" Irina thought, and almost laughed out loud. But she quickly caught herself from doing so.
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