So sorry that it took so long to post this. Life has been hectic. Please let me know your thoughts, ideas, anything. Hope summer is well. Until next time. Oh, and this is off the main time-line from before she found out about her sister.

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Life was back to normal or at least the normalcy that Eric was accustomed to. Sark now occupied the cell that his mother once did and everyone dismissed how they obtained him for the fact that they had him in custody.

Eric didn't really understand why Sark was willing to chill out in CIA custody, but Weiss felt that if he was given the chance to relax in the safety of the US government, he might take it.

Sark had refused to talk to anyone except for Sydney and Weiss so that's where Eric had spent most of his time for the past few days. All the while, he smiled to himself when someone patted him on the back for either saving Syd or finding Sark. It was a good feeling to be in the spotlight for once.

The interviews with Sark were usually ridiculously boring. Sark's plan had involved feeding endless strings of useless information to the Agency because he had intel that someone working for the CIA and for the Covenant was feeding information to the VO8 and it would look extremely good for his record as the American Cell Leader to find the mole.

Eric stood from their latest meeting, straightened his tie, and sighed thankful that the interrogation was over. Sark had been explaining the importance of a bunker he used in Spain which Eric knew to be a cover. Fortunately, Sark ran out of things to talk about and Eric was a free man to go to lunch.

"I'm sorry, Agent Weiss, about the bullet you caught with your neck." The simple comment stopped Eric dead in the hallway.

Quietly, Eric replied, "Well, you know, there's nothing like laying around all day on a paid vacation. Besides, it was Derevko that shot me." He turned to Sark and rocked his head, a habit he had picked up after being shot to make sure it was still attached. Even with the thought of death, he could make a joke.

Sark pursed his lips and nodded. "Thank you, Agent Weiss. You're the only one in this office that's spoken more than two kind words to me."

"Well, I guess I just pulled the short straw. Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta debrief."

"With Sydney?"

"What's it to you?" Eric questioned back with more emotion than he should have shown.

"I've seen the way you look at my sister."

"First of all, I'm more of her brother than you are and second, it really creeps everyone out when you say that so why don't you stop it?"

"The truth always hurts, Agent Weiss. And about you being her brother, well let's just say that if you were to give your sister looks like that you would be in the cell along with me."

"I'm not here to play mind games with you, Sark."

"Strike a nerve, did I?"

Eric wished that the glass partition would crash on Sark so he could get to him and beat the crap out of him.

"Weiss, we need you in the meeting." Michael. What a gift for coming in at the wrong time. Eric would have loved to finish the conversation but couldn't risk Vaughn finding out.

"Alright, I'm going."

Watching Eric's fleeting back, Michael steeled his nerve against what he was about to do. He turned to Sark.

"Your wife is something, Agent Vaughn."

"Ex-wife."

"If that makes you feel better. Considering you were fooled from day one, I don't blame you for trying to separate all ties with the woman."

Michael locked his jaw and turned to leave. "How does the man who you wish to be your father-in-law treat you now? My step father as it is. Jack Bristow. Think about it. You are the same as he. Both in love with someone- you namely Sydney- both fooled by someone else into a marriage, both betrayed out of your mind. Of course you are the lucky one, aren't you? You got out before it went too far. Or has it gone too far? Do you think you still have a chance with my sister? It's twisted but I can sense how she truly feels about you. About others. Good luck winning her heart back. She's had all this time to get over you. Do you think you can rekindle her love?"

Michael walked over to the glass partition and slammed his hand against it. "You know nothing about love! And you know even less about Sydney! She loves me and always will!"

"Oh, and she told you that?"

"Yes," he hissed through clinched teeth.

Storming off, Michael tried to ignore Sark's snickering. But someone else didn't. Someone had heard everything said.

So it was true. All of it. It had been so easy to deny the pit of the stomach feelings but the truth from someone else was irrefutable. It was going to change everything. It always did.

Did she still love Vaughn? What about her feelings for Eric? Did she love him? Did she even care about him? The eavesdropper knew that she needed to know the truth and fast and that was the only certainty on the table.

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So? Who should the eavesdropper be? Syd? Weiss? Jack? Marshall? Please share!