Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I love the show nonetheless.

Timeframe: Post- "The Frame"

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Some days you wish you could just curl up into a ball and disappear. This was one of them. The world was waking outside Sydney's bedroom window. Birds were chirping, a squirrel was sending a few acorns to the ground; some people could be heard leaving for work. But she didn't want to go to work. It was a challenge just to stand in the same room as both Vaughn and Lauren without falling apart.

"God, why don't I use my days off when they're given to me?" Sydney groaned and rolled over, hearing her door open downstairs.

Lifting her head in question, Sydney silently slid out of the bed, moving towards her door.

"Syd? Aren't you up yet?" Sydney smiled as she heard Weiss's voice yell up the stairs to her.

"I'm up, I was just going to come down for breakfast." Liar. "Make yourself at home."

Slipping on a bathrobe, Sydney came down the stairs to see Weiss readying the coffee pot for her. Smiling brightly at him, she reached across the counter to grab the newspaper that he'd apparently brought in with him. Sighing at the news of the war, she looked up, only to catch Weiss watching her.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. You just look, I don't know, different." Weiss smiled softly. "Listen, we've got to hurry. Dixon wants us in as soon as possible."

"Why, did he call you?" Sydney looked up inquiringly.

"Yeah, apparently something has gone down, something big. He sent me over here to get you ready a little earlier than usual." Weiss informed her.

"Why didn't he just call me himself?"

"He said he tried, he couldn't get through." Weiss shrugged, watching as Sydney stood from her chair and moved towards the stairs. "I'll let you get ready, see you there."

"Bye Weiss."

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Dixon closed the doors behind him as he walked into the room for the briefing. Pausing a moment to see that everyone was there, he began.

"Last night, a van pulled up beside a Spanish club in Madrid called La Boca de los Lobos and grabbed one of the men that was going into the club. That man was Emilio Agueridad, a Mexican arms dealer on vacation. His bodyguards were left dead at the scene, and we have only one lead to help us find him. We have reason to believe that it was the Covenant who took Agueridad, since he has been recently working on a test model for a weapon that is potentially ten times stronger than the atomic bomb. We have reason to believe that some of the information on this weapon was hidden in the club itself. Sydney, you and Vaughn will go to Madrid, and following the lead, find out as much as you can on Agueridad's whereabouts. Marshall." Dixon sat as Marshall stood up.

"Okay, you know how you hate it when a cell phone goes off in a movie theater, and you just wanna like, be able to end their call?" Marshall began, holding a phone up to his ear. "Oh hi mom, I'm kind of busy right now, so could you, uh..." Marshall stopped suddenly noticing the stares, "Anyway, well, this phone, when you press 'send,' will shut down all electrical equipment within the building, including cameras and locks. You only have five minutes for it to work, since it eats up the battery pretty fast. Anyway. All right, Syd, you like body spray, right? Well, uh, well, this," Marshall holds up a small bottle of body spray, "is a beauty. There are a few locks that aren't electrically controlled, so just spray this on the lock twice, and it will eat through it. Just don't let it leak in your bag."

Sydney smiled softly before ticking her glance to Vaughn and finally to her father.

"We will lose radio contact during the time that you use the phone, so be as careful as you can. You will be going as Cecilia Guermadad and Diego Sanchez, Mexican officials looking into the kidnapping." Jack Bristow informed them, his eyes moving from one to the other.

"Your flight leaves in one hour," Dixon added, before standing, "we're done."

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"Sydney, I wanted to talk to you about the other day." Vaughn began on the plane, sliding into the seat across from her.

Sydney looked up from her papers before clasping her hands together atop them. "And what could you possibly say?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry? I know I hurt you, and the only justification I have is that Lauren's father committed suicide. I didn't expect that to happen, otherwise, you know I would have-"

"Stop. Let's not talk about this." Sydney swallowed, trying to keep her composure. "We'll be landing in twenty minutes, we should prepare."

Vaughn leaned back in his seat, watching as she shut herself off from him before nodding in submission. What else could he do?

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"Senor y Senorita, I thank you for coming. I am Francisco Almuerez, the owner of the club, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

"Gracias Senor, all we ask is that you do not bother us while we work." Sydney replied curtly, an accenting accentuating each syllable.

Senor Almuerez nodded once before leaving. Sydney turned to Vaughn, watching as he shut the doors. Sydney pulled out her phone, and pressed "send" before moving towards a door near the back of the room. With Vaughn at her heels, Sydney slid through the door into a hallway.

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"Memorize these blueprints of the club, since we will be radio silent. The room where all money and other valuables are locked up is the third door to your right form the room you exit, on the left." Jack moved his hand over the blueprints, Sydney and Vaughn on either side of him.

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Opening the third door on her left, Sydney moved in before hearing Vaughn shut it. Moving around the room, her eyes looked over everything in sight quickly.

"Syd, look at this!" Vaughn called to her.

Moving quickly to his side, Sydney looked over the plans he held.

"Oh my God."

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Okay, this is my first time writing an Alias fic, so bear with me. I've written enough Matrix fiction to know what I'm doing, but any help would be great.