Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Alias, and Sark is hot too.
A/N: And the drama continues
Chapter 8- Betrayal in the worst form
---Sark's POV---
I licked my lips expectantly. I hoped my actions would be forgiven. I was, after all, only acting on what Irina had embedded into my mind over time. When you were desperate for information the best way to get it is to get close to the source. I watched carefully as Lauren made her way over to me.Sark sized me up briefly before beginning to speak once again.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked.
---Sydney's POV---
I have been known to overreact. And Sark looked sad. Maybe I should go look for him before someone gets hurt. Most likely Sark, Weiss or Vaughn. I pressed a number on my speed dial and waited for the ringing to stop; for the person to pick up.
"Kinsley here, how may I help you?" Kinsley asked.
"Hello Kinsley, can you come over to my house a.s.a.p.? I'll triple your pay. It's important." I told her.
"Sure, thanks Miss Harris." Kinsley thanked me.
"No problem." I answered knowing that since she lived in the same neighborhood as me she would be here shortly.
"Angel, sweetie, I've got to go do something, I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't worry Kinsley will stay with you until I get back." I yelled to her.
"where's daddy?" she asked, walking into the living room.
"He, uh, went out to do something." I told her, running to give her a kiss.
"be good for mommy ok?" I asked.
She nodded promptly afterwards with a smile.
Within a few minutes I heard the doorbell ring.
I walked to open it and found Kinsley on the other side.
---Sark's POV---
"Everything. I've got a proposition for you to consider. While we were dating we were well on our way up the ladder of success." I informed her.
"And your point is?" Lauren asked bored. She was wearing leather pants, a black tank top and a leather jacket.
"Black looks good on you." I dodged the question.
"So, you are still observant. Wait a second I know what this is all about. You aren't having any success so you wanna go back out with me." Lauren theorized.
"Wow, you caught me." I lied.
"What's in it for me?" she asked, bringing her face only inches away from mine.
"This." I told her, pulling in into a deep kiss. I pulled away from her and saw the desire in her eyes.
This time it was her who initiated the kiss.
---Sydney's POV---
"thank you sooo much for coming on such short notice." I greeted giving her a hug. "Look, I would love to stay, but I really must go." I hurried out of the house with my keys, dialing a number on my cell phone.
"Hello Weiss?" I greeted.
"Hi mom!" Weiss greeted. I was confused at first, but then I reasoned that Vaughn must be near him.
"hi sweetie, I need you to trace a cell phone call for me." I told him before giving him Sark's cell phone number.
"you know what. You'd be great to have as a neighbor, as long as Michael doesn't live anywhere near us." I told him.
"Yeah, that would be great." Weiss answered starting the search.
"Vaughn get out of the car." I heard Weiss order his friend.
"what? Why? What's going on?" I heard him argue.
"I've got to pick up my mom to help her with her problem. It's personal, please. I'll drop you off at the gas station." Weiss told Vaughn before hanging up the phone.
---Weiss's POV---
I hurried to the gas station where I deserted Vaughn and drove off. Dialing Syd's number, I told her that we'd meet up at a certain place where I would leave my car and drive her to Sark's location. I sped away as fast as I could so that Vaughn could not follow.
---Sark's POV---
It didn't take me long to slide off her jacket. We headed towards a wooden crate a few feet away from us.
---Sydney's POV---
I waited inside my car for Weiss to pull up. After a few minutes, I noticed a CIA issued car pull into the now dark parking lot.
The car, pulled up beside me and I heard Eric begin to speak in code. "mom, I'm sorry I was late."
"Get in." I ordered. "You wait 'till your father gets home."
Once Weiss was inside the car, I winded back up the windows, as the AC was on and drove away.
"did you find him?" I asked.
"Ya. It's was kina hared though, since I'm not nearly as good as Marshall." Weiss told me.
"Well, I can't give the CIA his location." I told Weiss. "Ok, where do I go?"
"Turn left at the next street." Weiss instructed me.
A Few minutes later
According to Weiss, we were almost there. I hoped that Sark was ok and that I hadn't set off some sort of catastrophic event that I would never forgive myself for.
I watched as the speedometer rose. I smiled at this.
"ok, now get in the turning lane, you've got to turn right." Weiss told me.
---Sark's POV---
I was slowly pulling down her leather pants with a slight feeling of ominous events to come. I, however, just brushed them off as the regular life of someone in this line of work.
---Sydney's POV---
I had no clue how fast I was going, since I hadn't taken my eyes off the road in what seemed like forever and I had no desire to. I could see the trees, illuminated by street lights, whipping past us as I drove on. Finally, Weiss told me to pull over, so I stopped the car. Leaving the keys in the ignition and Weiss in the car, I headed into the building with a picture I wanted to give Sark. The picture was of Angel and I framed in a frame that Angel, herself, had picked out.
---Sark's POV---
My lips ran over her stomach as thoughts of Sydney plagued my mind.
---Sydney's POV---
The building seemed to be deserted save for a few boxes and crates that occupied what appeared to be the main room. I had reached about the middle of the room when I heard moans coming from the left side of the building. I just brushed it off and continued to search the building when I heard the guy speak.
Sark? I wondered. No.. it couldn't be. I walked towards the sounds and that's when I saw it. Walking towards the couple I cocked my head to the side. "Sark?" I questioned, drawing the man's attention.
As soon as he turned around and I had visual conformation of him, I dropped the picture and fled the building with him calling my name.
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