Author's Note: Sorry for the long update, have been VERY busy! My updates might be a little sparse for a while as I'm in my final year at school and am SO busy with assignments and things. Thanx to Megan who reviewed via e- mail, it was nice to get some feedback!

Sydney watched the road as Will continued to drive. "Turn right here."

"Where are we going?"

Sydney ignored the question as Will turned onto the highway. Sydney waited to see if any cars were following, once satisfied they were safe she sat back down in her seat. Sydney glanced across at Will and straight away felt guilt wash over her. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel and his face was drained of color. She quickly turned her head and stared at the cars going past them.

"Where are we going?" he repeated.

"Somewhere safe, but first we have to get rid of this car."

"Why?"

"They know what it looks like; they had enough time to get our plates."

"Who are they?"

Sydney continued to stare out the window contemplating what to tell him. He was involved now and Sydney was angry with herself for allowing it to happen. She had tried so hard to separate her job from her life and now it was all merging together.

"Syd I deserve an answer. Whatever trouble you're in, I want to help."

She wanted so badly to share everything with him, just having him know would make her feel so much better about everything. But that would be selfish. Sydney could never put him in any danger.

"Syd I swear if you don't tell me right now I'm going to turn the car around and take you to the nearest police station."

"Please Will, understand..."

"No, I'm sick of 'please understand and I can't tell you'. What is going on?"

Sydney weighed up her options. He was serious and she had dragged him into this. Maybe he had the right to demand an explanation. She decided she had to explain, but where to begin? There were so many lies surrounding their friendship.

Sydney took a deep breath and decided to go with the direct approach. "Will, I'm a double agent working for the CIA. All those trips overseas for the bank were actually missions I was sent on."

Sydney felt herself flying forward as Will slammed on the brakes. Horns and angry drivers yelling filled Sydney's senses as she felt her seatbelt pull her back. "Will!" she practically screamed. "Are you trying to kill us?" She looked around and sighed, at least they hadn't been hit by anyone.

Will looked at her and started laughing. "No Syd. Those guys back there were trying to kill us, and you're telling me that you're a CIA agent. Have you gone mad?"

"Will, just start the car, please."

Sydney let out a slow breath as he started up the car and they began to move. "Will, get off at the next exit, and I'll try and explain everything."

"I'm in some kind of hellish nightmare," he mumbled.

"Tell me about it," Sydney answered.

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"So, what now?" Weiss's voice came from Vaughn's Fridge.

"I'm not sure," Vaughn was still sorting through the files Weiss has brought him, but nothing seemed to jump out at him.

"You have nothing in here. When was the last time you went shopping?"

"I can't remember."

"Well, I'm hungry," he said, closing the fridge.

"Order something; there should be a menu near the phone," he said absent mindedly as he reread the information about the box. "We should try Jack again."

"After I get some food."

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Will sat on the bed of the cheap hotel room they had payed for after ditching the car. It was small and cheap furniture filled the room. The walls were a murky brown colour, which made the room seem small and claustrophobic. The small lamps hadn't offered much light, but when they'd tried the main light they had found it didn't work. The room wasn't the worst he'd ever seen but it came close and by the sigh of disgust he'd heard earlier from Sydney he was pretty sure the bathroom was not much better.

He felt his eyes drift back over to the bathroom door. He could hear the water running in the shower and every now and then Sydney moving around. She had told him everything once they had stopped. About SD-6, the CIA, Dixon, her handler and her father. It was all still running through his head, how she'd lied to him, and to Francie. She apologised at least a dozen times and then disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. She'd been in there a good hour and Will kept hoping she'd finish soon. He had so many questions.

He laid back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. In the last hour he'd stolen a car, been shot at and now was hiding in a hotel room with a fugitive. He closed his eyes realising how tired he actually was. He drifted into an uneasy sleep and didn't hear the mobile ringing in Sydney's bag.

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Sydney exited the bathroom feeling refreshed. She had cleaned herself up as best she could and now had a deep shade of red coloured hair. She looked towards Will and watched as he tossed and turned in his sleep. She covered him with a blanket and grimaced slightly as he pulled it tighter to his body. She picked up her bag and looked back at Will. She couldn't take him with her and she knew that the two men at the petrol station had gotten a good look at his face. She grabbed the pad and pen on the bedside table and scribbled a note on it.

Sydney collected her things and made sure Will would notice the note when he awoke. She had seen a small block of shops around the corner on the way here and decided she needed some new clothes. Plus she was pretty sure she'd seen a supermarket there as well. She was dying for a drink and something to eat; she hadn't had anything since she'd gotten off the plane. It felt like a week had gone by instead of just a day. She took one last look around the room for anything she may have left behind.

"Goodbye Will," she whispered before disappearing out the door.

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Vaughn opened his door to find a pizza delivery guy and three boxes of pizza.

"Money please," the pimply young boy said in a bored tone.

"Sure, hang on." Vaughn headed back inside his apartment and called out to Weiss. "Hey your pizzas are here, go pay."

Weiss looked up excitedly from the file he was reading and smiled.

"Good, I'm starving."

After a few moments Weiss reappeared balancing the pizzas on one hand.

"How many of us do you think there are?"

"Huh?" Weiss grunted opening one of the boxes.

"There are three pizzas there. There's no way we'll be able to eat them all."

"The way I see it we are going to be here all night looking through these files, this way we're set until tomorrow. Want a piece?"

Weiss waved a piece in front of his face and the smell made Vaughn feel nauseous. "No thanks."

"All the more for me," Weiss said happily, sitting himself back down.

Vaughn sighed and rubbed his forehead. They were getting nowhere and the drugs they had given him were wearing off. Sydney's face kept appearing in his mind. She had looked so determined when she shot him and yet after, shock and guilt had washed over her features. She had looked so lost when she'd run.

"Hey Mike?"

"Huh?"

"It's your mobile." Vaughn looked at it for a moment. He hadn't even heard it ring.

"You okay?" Weiss watched him with concern.

"I'm fine, I was just thinking."

"You think they know you're missing?"

"We'll see."

He picked up the phone and answered it. "Vaughn"

"Vaughn, it's Cathy. Look, I thought I'd give you the heads up seeing as you're in hospital and no one will tell you. They think something has happened to Jack. He hasn't called in and his car was found at Sydney's apartment."

"Do they have any leads?"

"Not that I know of, I tried to find Weiss so that I could fill you in but he's gone home already."

"Thanks Cathy."

"No problems, I just though you should know seeing as you're still Sydney's handler. I should go; with you out I'm working for James. He can't do anything for himself I swear."

"Bye Cathy and Thanks again."

"Bye."

Vaughn hung up and looked back at Weiss. "We have a new problem."

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Will woke up to find himself in an unfamiliar place. He sat up with a start and looked around at the hotel room. It all came back, the phone call, the petrol station and Sydney. He looked towards the bathroom and was surprised to see the door open. He stared out it for a full minute when it hit him. If she wasn't in the bathroom, then she wasn't here.

"Shit."

The word sounded loud in the small room and Will suddenly felt more claustrophobic. He sat down on the bed in shock. She couldn't have left. Right, that's right, this was Sydney. He knew her.... well he had until four hours ago.

He looked down at the side table to see a piece of paper neatly folded. Will chided himself for thinking she'd left him. She was probably getting them some food, or a new car. He picked up the note and read the short message.

I'm sorry.

You'll be safe here.

Syd

Under the note was an address. Will looked up and watched his reflection on the grimy glass. He needed a shower, and a shave. What had he gotten himself into?

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"So now that I've told you my story, what about you? How'd you get stuck here?"

Cassy's smile wavered slightly. Dixon had spent the last hour explaining what had happened to him and Sydney. Cassy felt safer knowing that Sydney was back home and trying to free them. "Oh, wrong place wrong time I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, I was on holiday."

"At the resort?"

"Yeah," Cassy quickly took the explanation Dixon had offered. "I saw what was happening and tried to help."

Dixon smiled, "Wrong move huh."

"Definitely."

Cassy's smile dropped as the door to their cell opened. The large man from before was back.

"You," he said looking at Dixon. "Come with me."

Cassy watched as Dixon stood up slowly, wincing as he did so. Cassy's eyes darted nervously back and forth.

Dixon looked back at her before exiting. "I'll be fine."

Yeah, right.

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Vaughn picked at the piece of pizza in front of him idly and watched as Weiss yelled into his phone. No one could track Jack down and there was no evidence in his car of where he could be. The only conclusion was that Jack was involved in this thing with Sydney.

He would have helped if she'd asked him.

But no, she shot him in the leg. He felt useless just sitting here.

"Well thanks for nothing," Weiss yelled as he slammed the phone down.

"No luck?"

"Nothing. We've got another problem though."

"Great, this day just keeps getting better. What is it?"

"Jack and Sydney are now officially considered traitors. They aren't concerned with helping them anymore."

"So there isn't a case anymore?"

"I'm not saying that. It's just now when they find Sydney they have no problems shooting her."

"Great."

Vaughan grimaced as someone knocked on his door.

"Visitors?" Weiss asked.

"At three in the morning?"

Vaughn opened the door to find a very dishevelled man standing at the door.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Will. Sydney sent me."