A/N: Hello again. Sorry I have not updated but I couldn't figure out where to go from where I have left off. Writer's block's a bitch. What can I say? Thanks for the reviews. If you have not noticed, this is total AU. Some small reference to 'Double Agent'. Here is #3. Hope you like it!



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Ops.Center



"Danny's?" Sydney stood with her jaw dropped and her eyes wide.

" Yes. We think Danny worked for someone who was trying to get intel from SD-6. Probably information on the Rambaldi artifacts and what you do." Dixon stated. His voice reveling that he himself was still in shock form the news.

"No that can't be. Slone killed Danny. I saw his dead bo.." Sydney was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Devlin's secretary entered.

"Sir. This came today addressed to you." She held out a letter. Devlin took it from her hand.

"Thank you," Devlin responded as she retreated from the office. He opened it up and read it to himself. He looked up at Sydney and Vaughn. "Would you two mind going on a mission to France?"

Sydney and Vaughn looked at each other. "Why? What does the letter say?" Vaughn asked looking toward Dixon then Devlin.

Deviln stared at the young couple before answering. " Remember when Dr. Enzo came up with a way to make himself look like Agent Lennox?"Devlin asked looking directly at Sydney.

" Yea but what does that have to do with my dad?" Sydney stared at the letter wanting to know what was written inside of it. Devlin again paused for a moment.

" The man killed was not your father."

" No, that can't be. I saw him get shot. I saw the blood." Sydney said trying to remain calm.

" This letter states that they have your father. It says that he's alive and that they will return him safely for a ransom of thirty million."

" What?" Was this true? Sydney asked herself. If it was that meant that her father was still alive. He's O.K.

" It also states the place and time where the exchange will be made. We will send you two there to get him. Your transportation will be taken care of and your briefing will be in 2 hours. See you soon." With that Devlin dismissed Vaughn and Sydney.

Sydney's Doorstep

" Hey. I'll pick you up in a couple of hours." Vaughn stated.

"O.K., bye." Sydney stated giving Vaughn a quick kiss, opening her door, and walking to her room to pack.



Somewhere in France

Jack Bristow had been in the little room, well more of a cubicle then anything else, for what seemed like years but in reality had only been a month. They had been feeding him well. Mostly steak but he didn't touch it. Who knows where it had been. Water had also been given through a faucet located in the wall. From what he could tell, it was fresh. Three cups were given to him everyday to drink out of. On occasion, they gave him coffee for which he was grateful for. For a prisoner, they were treating him very well. As he sat thinking about what was in L.A. waiting for him, his cell door opened. Two thugs dragged him out of the cell up a flight of stairs. He looked around and it seemed to be a home of some sort. The continued to drag him into a room where they dropped him into a chair and left closing and locking the door behind them. He looked around. It looked like a study. A nice mahogany desk with decorative gold trim sat in front of him. He looked to his left where he saw a chair exactly like his. It looked old. From the Victorian era maybe. Like the desk, it also was made of mahogany with the same gold trim. The cushion pattern was one with neutral colored flowers. It reminded him of the chairs that were in his dining room at home. A book shelf much like the desk was on the wall to his left. All five shelves were filled with large old books. Giant abstract paintings hung on the white wall. Probably a vault behind one or two, he thought to himself. The carpet was a ruby red. Before he could evaluate anymore, a side door opened reveling a man with brown hair. He took a seat behind the desk.

"Don't remember me do you Jack?" he asked

" Of course I do, Danny," Jack said glaring at the man before him.

" Good." Danny said. A cocky smile appeared on his face.

" Why am I here?" Jack inquired





TBC



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