"He knew nothing? I told you he wouldn't." She sighed into the phone.
"I need to find her." Jack said, his voice tight with anger, and regret.
"She was well trained Jack, she knows how to disappear. Leave her be." Irina said thoughtfully.
"She needs to know," He started, unsure of what he really wanted to say, "the truth. She should hear it from me." He sighed, knowing it was no use.
"She wont. She can't hear it from you." Irina said considering her daughter in her mind. "Leave it be Jack, she will find her way back to you. She needs her answers more right now." Irina tried to sound confident, soothing even, but it wasn't helping. Jack hated being out of control, there was nothing she could do to change that.
"Fine." He said rather harshly. He took a breath and paused for a moment. "Any word on Katya?" He said carefully.
"None. I thought she would have contacted me, to gloat at least." Irina smiled to herself. "I'm sure she'll find her way back to you as well." She laughed a little, suppressing her own jealousy.
"Don't be so sure, she can no longer use me." Jack said with a hint of a smile.
"Jack you have a way with women, and you have a way in bed. She'll be back." Irina was completely serious. Letting any sort of emotion show was against her nature. Her pride was on the line.
"Who said anything about bed?" Jack said quickly, unsure of what Irina really knew.
"It's alright Jack. Did you really think I wouldn't know you would sleep together? Honestly." She sighed, faltering slightly in her façade. "Besides, there is something about you that Derevko women can't resist." She now laughed, mostly at herself.
"Irina," Jack sighed, amazed at his own desire not to hurt her.
"Jack I'm not a girl, and I'm not your wife anymore." Irina sighed.
"There will never be anyone else." He said before thinking.
"We both always knew it would be that way." She smiled.
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She watched him carefully, trying to discern his intent. His face was so snake-like, so shifty that it was always a risk to guess what he was thinking. His motives were even more unclear. Why would he help her? She couldn't be more uncertain of the situation.
But she watched as he walked back into the room with a document in hand. He smiled at her, almost warmly. She held her breath as he neared. He sat next to her, close enough to make her skin crawl, far enough that she didn't try and move away.
"When was the last time you saw your mother?" Sloane asked softly, searching her face.
"I don't know," She shook her head. "It must have been almost three years ago." She sighed remembering the night in Mexico City.
"You father was arrested, and held for being in collusion with her. He was in solitary for a year." Sloane said, still watching her eyes intently.
"I know all that. What is this about?" Sydney said impatiently.
"Here," Sloane said, handing her the sheet of paper. Sydney took it and read it thoroughly.
"Flight numbers, hotel purchases." Sydney said impatiently. "All in Odesa Ukraine. What does this have to do with my mother?"
"These are your father's itineraries, and expense reports. He has always had a knack for record keeping." Sloane laughed a little.
"And," Sydney prompted.
"And I know your parents. Your mother is in Odesa." Sloane said matter-of- factly.
Sydney paused for a moment, thinking intensely. "Why should I believe you? How do I know you're not setting me up?"
"Why did you come here Sydney?" Sloane asked quietly, before rising to the sofa. He stood for a moment with is back to her. "When this is all over I hope you and Nadia can be the sisters that you both want so much." He said turning to face her.
Sydney rose slowly clutching the paper Sloane had given her tightly in her hand. She watched his face with a blank, far off expression.
"I look forward to seeing you again. Good luck with your mother." He smiled.
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"I need to find her." Jack said, his voice tight with anger, and regret.
"She was well trained Jack, she knows how to disappear. Leave her be." Irina said thoughtfully.
"She needs to know," He started, unsure of what he really wanted to say, "the truth. She should hear it from me." He sighed, knowing it was no use.
"She wont. She can't hear it from you." Irina said considering her daughter in her mind. "Leave it be Jack, she will find her way back to you. She needs her answers more right now." Irina tried to sound confident, soothing even, but it wasn't helping. Jack hated being out of control, there was nothing she could do to change that.
"Fine." He said rather harshly. He took a breath and paused for a moment. "Any word on Katya?" He said carefully.
"None. I thought she would have contacted me, to gloat at least." Irina smiled to herself. "I'm sure she'll find her way back to you as well." She laughed a little, suppressing her own jealousy.
"Don't be so sure, she can no longer use me." Jack said with a hint of a smile.
"Jack you have a way with women, and you have a way in bed. She'll be back." Irina was completely serious. Letting any sort of emotion show was against her nature. Her pride was on the line.
"Who said anything about bed?" Jack said quickly, unsure of what Irina really knew.
"It's alright Jack. Did you really think I wouldn't know you would sleep together? Honestly." She sighed, faltering slightly in her façade. "Besides, there is something about you that Derevko women can't resist." She now laughed, mostly at herself.
"Irina," Jack sighed, amazed at his own desire not to hurt her.
"Jack I'm not a girl, and I'm not your wife anymore." Irina sighed.
"There will never be anyone else." He said before thinking.
"We both always knew it would be that way." She smiled.
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She watched him carefully, trying to discern his intent. His face was so snake-like, so shifty that it was always a risk to guess what he was thinking. His motives were even more unclear. Why would he help her? She couldn't be more uncertain of the situation.
But she watched as he walked back into the room with a document in hand. He smiled at her, almost warmly. She held her breath as he neared. He sat next to her, close enough to make her skin crawl, far enough that she didn't try and move away.
"When was the last time you saw your mother?" Sloane asked softly, searching her face.
"I don't know," She shook her head. "It must have been almost three years ago." She sighed remembering the night in Mexico City.
"You father was arrested, and held for being in collusion with her. He was in solitary for a year." Sloane said, still watching her eyes intently.
"I know all that. What is this about?" Sydney said impatiently.
"Here," Sloane said, handing her the sheet of paper. Sydney took it and read it thoroughly.
"Flight numbers, hotel purchases." Sydney said impatiently. "All in Odesa Ukraine. What does this have to do with my mother?"
"These are your father's itineraries, and expense reports. He has always had a knack for record keeping." Sloane laughed a little.
"And," Sydney prompted.
"And I know your parents. Your mother is in Odesa." Sloane said matter-of- factly.
Sydney paused for a moment, thinking intensely. "Why should I believe you? How do I know you're not setting me up?"
"Why did you come here Sydney?" Sloane asked quietly, before rising to the sofa. He stood for a moment with is back to her. "When this is all over I hope you and Nadia can be the sisters that you both want so much." He said turning to face her.
Sydney rose slowly clutching the paper Sloane had given her tightly in her hand. She watched his face with a blank, far off expression.
"I look forward to seeing you again. Good luck with your mother." He smiled.
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