I slept very little that night, and finally gave up trying at 5:30. A little after 6, I walked in to the Joint Task Forces center. Pointedly ignoring Kendall, I walked on and found my way to Weiss. He looked worried.

"Weiss, the contact Kendall got this info from- do you know who it is?" He shook his head.

"No… but I'll find out for you. You think that's going to help?"

"It might. We can't pass it up." He nodded.

"I'll find out ASAP Syd," he promised as he headed down the hall. I didn't know if my mother would be up yet; Laura Bristow had always been an early riser, but what about Irina Derevko? I didn't know, but I was about to find out.

She was laying back, eyes closed, when I approached. But as soon as she heard my footsteps, her eyes flew open and she sat up. I wasn't sure if she was just an extremely light sleeper, or if she had already been awake. But it didn't matter.

"Sydney, how's your ankle?"

"Have you heard what happened?" I asked and immediately, her eyes darkened.

"No, I haven't. Tell me." I sighed to myself. I had hoped someone would have mentioned it, so I didn't have to be the one to tell her

Taking a deep breath, I explained it all. After thinking for a few moments, pacing her cell the whole time, she approached the glass and looked at me.

"And Kendall's not going to do anything?" I shook my head and she frowned.

"Ok. Keep me up to date, come see me as often as you can. If nothing happens, I may have a plan." She whispered the last part, trying to keep the CIA from hearing. I nodded.

"I'll be back tomorrow, if I have the time." She smiled lightly.

"Goodbye Sydney."

"Bye Mom." I walked out, and made my way back to Weiss.

"Did you find anything?"

"I think so, but I can't guarantee that it's 100% accurate."

"Ok. I'll take that risk." He nodded and handed me a piece of paper. I thanked him and headed for my desk. As I sat down, leaning my crutches against the wall, I couldn't help but notice Dixon's empty desk right across from me. I turned away so I wouldn't have to look at it and know that Kendall was doing nothing to bring him back.

A moment later, the bald wonder himself sat at the edge of my desk. I ignored him, continuing to work at my computer, until he cleared his throat… loudly.

"Agent Bristow, I'd like to talk to you."

"Go for it," I said, going back to fix a spelling mistake.

"In my office." He got up and walked away. I wouldn't have doubted that he walked fast just to spite me and my need for crutches. I slowly followed him, stopping to talk with Marshall for a moment. When I finally got to Kendall's office, he was so mad, he reminded me of a cartoon character, though I couldn't remember which one. I tried to clear that thought from my head as I waited for him to start running his mouth.

"Agent Bristow, do you have some kind of problem?" Did I have a problem? Who did he think he was, Dr. Barnett?

"I'd have to say I do. You see, yesterday afternoon, my father and two men who have been my partners numerous times… they disappeared on a mission. And what have you done to try to bring them home safely? Nothing. So yes, I do have a problem, Agent Kendall." He stared at me for a minute.

"You don't think I'm doing anything?"

"You said so yourself. Until we find something, we do nothing. Has that changed? Or have we found something?"

"No, Agent Bristow, we haven't found anything. But that doesn't mean I'm not trying! I've been talking with some of our frequent contacts-"

"Your contacts? I saw how well that worked out yesterday! Because of your contact, my father, my partner, and my former handler are all missing!"

"That is NOT my fault, Agent Bristow! I had no way of knowing that would happen!"

"OK, so now you're just going to shrug off all responsibility? You were the one with the contact, you were the one who assigned the mission, and you were the one who told them to break down the damn door! If it's not your fault, whose is it?" He stared at me, unable to answer.

"Take the rest of the day off, Agent Bristow."

"No."

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm not going anywhere. I don't need the day off, I need to try to find the people I care about." He threw his hands in the air.

"Fine. Do what you want. It's what you always do anyway." With that, he stormed out and I was left alone.