Disclaimer: These things are so annoying, it's called a fanfic people, if I owned Alias don't you think this would be happening on the show and not written in a fanfic? Use your head. And does anyone read disclaimers anymore? Just a waste of the author's time…

A/N: Lol, my a/n is shorter than my disclaimer. Thanks so much for the reviews. Here is the long awaited confrontation. Just some light fluff.

A not so awkward confrontation

***Sydney's POV***

"Wow, that was, umm, is there something you would like to share with us Miss Bristow?" Dixon asked.

Sydney shook her head 'No' while growing red in the face. Lauren was grinning like a Chester cat, ad Vaughn had a look of envy on is face.

Marshall cleared his throat.

"So Sydney, you will be leaving for Paris, France in 1 hour. There you will stay for 3 days, oh and if you could, please, bring Carrie and me some souvenirs back. It'd be great to show our (A/N: son or daughter?) some day. Well, it's not like we're pressuring you or anything. We'd just greatly appreciate it. And pictures, we'd love the pictures, could, could you get doubles, so I could show my mom? I'm sorry, it's just that she loves the pictures and…" Marshall stumbled along.

"Marshall! Focus. Don't drift off into fantasy land like Bristow did." Dixon told him.

"Well, you will be posing as a new mistress of the President of 'Henre's party abet'. He is really up for promotion in the Covenant and can be easily swayed through other ways." Marshall said emphasizing on the word 'other'. "Your job is to persuade him to give you the information through seduction. You have 3 days to get close to him, and have him trust you." Marshall told her.

"dismissed." Dixon stated.

Sydney gathered her things and left the room to get ready for the trip.

"Wait, Sydney, wait up!" a voice called.

Whirling around, Sydney found herself almost face to face with Vaughn.

"Look, if you don't want to go on this mission, you don't have to. I could always persuade Dixon to.." Vaughn started.

"I don't need you to fight my battles for me! I am going on this mission because I want to. If you want to help out someone why don't you go look for your wife." Sydney retorted then walked away.

Vaughn stared after her a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Michael!" an agitating voice called. "Are you gonna take my out to dinner tonight? Are you? Hello are you paying attention?"

"Lauren, hey, of course I am, just, hold on" he told her running off in Sydney direction. He had seen her run towards the elevator. When he got there however, the elevator had already had her as a passenger. Walking back to Lauren he told her, "You know what, dinner canceled, make yourself a sandwich or something. You should be capable of doing at lest that. I'll see you in 3 days."

Lauren gapped while her husband ran towards the parking lot. Crossing her arms she spat, "No, no you wont. You'll see me sooner than you'd like. Hey Marshall, see you in 3 days!" Lauren yelled toward the agent and went to pack her stuff.

Weiss, who had just seen the whole thing, just shook his head. It was times like these that made him glad he was single.

***Sark's POV***

****hours later***

"Your mission is to pose as the President of 'Henre's party abet' in Paris, France. don't worry about Henre getting in your way, he will be taken care of." Irina told Sark. "You must find out just what exactly Henre knew and soak up any new information that the Covenant gives you. You have 3 days to do this, we can't stay in for too long. Do you understand your mission?"

"Yes." Sark said dressed in his usual suit.

"You leave in an hour. Dismissed." she told him and he walked out of the meeting.

~3 hours later~

***Henre's POV***

"This way Mr. Henre sir" a man instructed wearing a black and white hotel uniform.

Sark, dressed in a tux, followed the man and found himself in front of a classy looking suite. Not too shabby for a party storeowner. Sark thought. The man opened the door and ushered Sark inside.

"And in here you will find…" he trailed off.

"Emily!" Sark yelled and ran to hug the woman. The woman ran into his arms and hugged him.

What an airhead, can't even tell im not her husband. Sark thought. The woman was at least in her mid 40s, 46 maybe? Her brown short hair as curled up at the bottom in a 70s hairstyle, (A/N: Like Kitty's hair from That 70s Show.) her face had too much blush and lipstick on, in fact, she looked like a middle-aged hooker.

But this was Henre's wife all right. No wonder the man had a mistress. Sark thought. "Now, hold on sweetie, i have a business meeting downstairs in less than 10 minutes." he lied.

Walking downstairs he knocked on a door. The door opened and some woman pulled him inside.

That same woman tackled him to the floor and began kissing him. It wasn't until she looked in his face did she stop, her face reflecting that of horror.

"Sark! What the hell are you doing here!" she yelled not quite able to look him in the eye.

"Me! I'm not the one attacking people! I was just walking! And could you please get off me!" Sark stated, both not meaning it and not being able to look at her in the eye.

"Really? How long are you staying here?" Sark asked accusingly.

"Are you hitting on me?" Sydney asked staring at the floor knowing the answer was 'no', but needing time to think of a few explanations.

Screw it. Mm I'd like to… Sydney! Focus! "Fine, I'm on a mission! Happy!" Sydney yelled in a whisper.

"Why are you starring at the floor?" Sark asked. "Bloody hell! Answer me woman. You're acting like you got caught having a fantasy about me or something!"

Sydney looked up at him with guilty eyes.

Sark started laughing to cover up his surprise and happiness. "Smooth."

"So! You were avoiding my…" she trailed off putting two and two together and starting laughing.

"Aww, should I leave you two alone?" Sydney asked referring to him and his desires.

"Shut up!" he said throwing a pillow at her.

"You'd be so lucky," she rejoined throwing one at him. Looking at the pillow thrown, Sydney and Sark had the same thought-

"A pillow fight will, solve this!" Sydney yelled jumping on the bed and grabbing a pillow attacking Sark with it. Bumping into a table they continued with their pillow fight.

"Ow! No it, ow, won't! Hey, ow, I need one, ow, too!" Sark yelled making his way to the bed for a pillow. He smiled as he smacked Sydney with the pillow.

"OW!" Sydney echoed falling to the ground. "What do they put in these pillows? Bricks?"

"Are you ok?" Sark asked dropping his pillow.

"Sucker!" Sydney yelled and assailed him with her pillow.

"No!" Sark yelled playfully. Sydney climbed on him still hitting him with the pillow. She just stared at him for what seemed like forever and his eyes mirrored hers.

"Hello? Miss Ming? Are you ok? We heard some noise." a man asked, most likely a manager.

"Yeah, we're-" Sydney started then caught herself, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Do you want us to come check it for you?" he persisted.

"No, no thanks." Sydney told the manager. She climbed off Sark in a hurry and told him, "You'd better get back to your 'wife.' Wouldn't want her to worry." She told him this in fake cheerfulness and sat back on the bed.

Staring at Sydney for a few seconds, Sark turned around and went back to his room.

Although he regretted leaving the room, he knew in his gut that this would be a fun or at least interesting 3 days.

***Samantha Ming's POV***

Sydney threw herself against the bed in agony. So Sark was staying at this hotel for a while too, huh? So close, but yet so far away. She had a gut feeling that it would be a fun 3 days.

A/N: So, what do you think? Can you believe this started out as being only a one partner? Read and review please. I'll update a.s.a.p. considering I have like 5 other stories to update.