Sorry this took SO long to get up. Missions always take me a horribly long amount of time. I promise to try my best and get the next chapter up ASAP. Enjoy!

[Enter: Sydney, Australia. Weiss and Sydney's hotel room]

Sydney: {calling through the bathroom door in an over-the-top British accent} Nigel, darling, have you ordered our extra pillows and blankets yet?

Weiss: {also in an over-the-top accent} Of course, Lizzie-doll. They're being delivered as soon as possible.

Sydney: {dropping the accent} I really hope you can do a better accent.

Weiss: Of course I can. Do you really think they'd let us come as Brits if my accent was that horrendous?

Sydney: Good point.

[Sydney continues to get all of her toiletries situated on the marble bathroom counter]

Sydney: Do you know what I've always wanted to see?

Weiss: I don't know why you ask those questions like I'm going to know the answer.

Sydney: {ignoring Weiss' response} I've always wanted to see the Sydney Harbour Bridge in person.

Weiss: You've never been on trips to Sydney before?

Sydney: Well, it's always get in-get out before you're killed. So no.

Weiss: We have some rest time; we could go and see it.

Sydney: We do? How did we manage that?

Weiss: Well, I've always wanted to come here so I asked Dixon for a couple of extra days.

Sydney: And he let you have them?

Weiss: As soon as I told him how stressed we've been. He said to consider it a mini-vacation.

Sydney: Well, I guess all of my vacations end in drama anyway. Might as well throw an assignment in as well.

Weiss: That's the spirit! Do you want to go see it now?

Sydney: {yawning} Yeah, sure. No time like the present. Let me just get showered and changed.

[Enter: Sydney and Weiss on a grassy patch across from the Sydney Harbour Bridge]

Sydney: It's so beautiful here.

Weiss: {nodding} You fit here.

Sydney: How so?

Weiss: Look at it. Bright, clean, beautiful, it screams Sydney A. Bristow.

Sydney: {blushing and nudging Weiss on the shoulder} Weiss, you don't have to try and make me feel better.

Weiss: Who said I was trying to make you feel better?

Sydney: {becoming flustered} How did you know my middle initial?

Weiss: {suddenly becoming very interested in a blade of grass} I saw it on the wall.

Sydney: Oh—

Weiss: What does it stand for?

Sydney: Well, what is your middle name?

Weiss: Nuh-uh, Syd, none of this evasion crap.

Sydney: You tell me your's I'll tell you mine.

Weiss: You know, Barbie's middle name was Patricia.

Sydney: Now who's evading the question?

Weiss: I hate my middle name.

Sydney: So do I.

Weiss: So we chose a bad topic?

Sydney: I think we did. I used to love Wham.

Weiss: That's not so bad. I used to love The Bee Gees.

Sydney: Oh, well, now I don't feel so bad about Wham.

Weiss: {smiling} Glad I could help

[They sit there looking out at the bridge, watching the sun starting to set.]

Weiss: Are you humming 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go'?

Sydney: {blushing} No!

Weiss: {sarcastically} That was convincing.

Sydney: Anne.

Weiss: What?

Sydney: My middle name is Anne.

Weiss: Ah, that's not so bad.

Sydney: Yeah, well, it isn't your middle name. What's yours?

Weiss: {groaning} Eric Francis Weiss.

Sydney: {giggling slightly} That's not so bad!

Weiss: Again with the conviction.

Sydney: I'm serious. It could be way worse.

Weiss: Well, Anne could be way worse.

Sydney: True. So maybe we should just get over it.

Weiss: Maybe.

Sydney: And I did know Barbie's middle name.

[Enter: Macleay Museum. Sydney and Weiss are walking in the front doors. They spot the Museum Director.]

Museum Director: Mr. and Mrs. Whitmayer, welcome to the Macleay Museum. My name is James Carston and I'm the director here. Shall we go into my office?

Weiss: Actually, Elizabeth and I were hoping we could get a tour of the museum before addressing the more formal matters.

James: Oh, of course Mr. Whitmayer. Just follow me.

{Sydney and Weiss follow the Museum Director as he shows them artifact after artifact before Sydney finally recognizes the hallway leading to the vault}

Sydney: Mr. Carston, I'm terribly embarrassed to ask this but is there a washroom I can use?

James: No need to be embarrassed, Mrs. Whitmayer. It's to the right of the information desk. Do you need me to escort you?

Sydney: No thank you, I'm sure I can find my way.

{Sydney leans up to kiss Weiss on the cheek before turning and walking around a corner. She waits until Weiss and the director have moved on before entering the hallway. Weiss casually flicks a cufflink effectively shutting down the security cameras}

[Weiss and the director walk up to several cases of insects]

James: The Macleay Museum holds one of the oldest and historically most significant insect collections in Australia. There are more than half a million specimens in the collection dating from 1756.

The collection was started by Alexander Macleay in the late 18th century. He gathered, purchased and traded specimens at such a rate that by the time he came to Australia as Colonial Secretary for NSW in 1826 the collection was the largest privately owned insect collection in the world. The collection was added to by Alexander's son, William Sharp Macleay, and increased further by William Sharp's cousin, William John Macleay. Many of the specimens are still stored in their original Chippendale cabinets.

{Weiss nods his head, feigning interest. Then, out of the corner of his eye he sees a familiar blond walking intently across the museum floor}

Weiss: If you will excuse me, Mr. Carston, I do believe I need to go find my wife and make sure she hasn't gotten herself lost.

James: Of course, I will be waiting for you in my office.

{Weiss turns and starts off in the direction he saw Sark walking}

{Sydney rushes down the hallway, her heels making loud clacking noises against the pavement as she turns the corner and picks the lock on the door to her left. She quickly glances around the room before spotting the large plant in the lower right corner of the room. She moves aside the plant and lifts up the loose tile on the floor to reveal the vault concealed beneath it. Slipping off her 'engagement ring' she flips up the diamond and sets the magnet against the lock. She reaches in and retrieves the compass carefully placing it in her pocket when she hears a loud banging outside the door. She carefully opens the door and peeks around the corner, finding Weiss slumped against the wall, blood pooling on the floor around him}

Sydney: ERIC!

{She rushes over to him bending down and realizing that, thankfully, he only got shot in the leg}

Weiss: Déjà vu all over again, eh Syd?

{Weiss slowly closes his eyes and begins to drift off. Sydney reaches over and slaps his face repeatedly}

Sydney: No, no, Eric, stay with me here. We have to get you out of here.

{Weiss drowsily tries to stand up before sliding back down the wall again. Sydney puts her hands under his arms and tries to pull him up.}

Sydney: Come on Eric, help me out here.

{Weiss tries to push himself up, struggling and finally managing to get on his feet. Sydney slips an arm around his waist and lets him lean against her}

Weiss: I bet you really wish I would've stuck with my diet.

Sydney: {laughing} Oh, you're not that heavy. Come on, we have to get out of here. I saw an exit at the other end of the hallway.

{Sydney and Weiss make it out of the museum and into their car. Sydney makes sure Weiss is comfortably in his seat and takes off her suit jacket to use it as a tourniquet. She climbs in the driver's side and starts driving to a hospital}

Sydney: {worriedly} How are you feeling?

Weiss: Drowsy.

Sydney: Well, we'll be to the hospital soon, just try and stay conscious.

{Weiss softly nods his head}

Weiss: I guess this is my shtick.

Sydney: Your shtick?

Weiss: You know, getting shot.

Sydney: I doubt that's your shtick. It's only happened twice, that hardly counts as a sthick.

Weiss: Well, how many times have you been shot on a mission?

Sydney: I don't even want to think about it. There's way more chance of it being my shtick than it being yours.

Weiss: Then what IS my shtick?

Sydney: Weiss, just exactly how light-headed are you feeling right now?

Weiss: Not light-headed enough for you to avoid the question by diverting me.

Sydney: sighing Your shtick is being funny.

Weiss: grunts That's it? Funny? My shtick is being funny? At least you got a cool one like being shot.

Sydney: Maybe it's better if you don't waste your energy arguing with me.

Weiss: Nice diversion tactic.

Sydney: smiling It was worth a shot.

Weiss: Okay, you were right. I am the funny one.

{Sydney turns into the driveway of the Emergency room and pulls to a stop}

Sydney: You stay right here, I'm going to go get the medics.

Weiss: Do I look like I can move?

Sydney: Good point.