"How did you sleep last night?" Sark asked as Sydney walked into the kitchen.
"Ew, I forgot you were here." She responded disgusted.
"You slept like an angel." He smirked.
"And how would you know?" she asked as she poured a cup of coffee.
"I watched you."
Sydney nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped her mug on the floor.
"You creep!" she seethed. "You're supposed to be focusing your attention on Ophelia, not me!"
"And you can be a devil too." He laughed.
"That's it!" she screeched. "I'm getting the hell out of here. I'm going to work."
"Go ahead my darling. I'll take care of Ophelia." Sark joked.
"Never call me your darling again in your life, and I will take Ophelia to the daycare. You do whatever it is you do everyday, and I'll take care of my daughter."
"Why are you so scared to leave me alone with our daughter? She adores me." He grinned.
"Creep!" she screamed frustrated as she threw her hands into the air.
Sark laughed obnoxiously as he watched her freak out.
"Run along lemon cake, don't want you to be late for work."
"Of course, boo biscuit." Her voice dripped bitter sweetly.
"Boo biscuit." Sark repeated. "I like that."
As he pondered his new given nickname, a bagel hit him square in the face and an angry Sydney slammed the door to her bedroom.
"Good morning, lemon cake." Lauren snickered as Sydney walked into the office.
Sydney stopped walking and took in a deep breath. "Anything I could help you with, Lauren?"
"No, nothing. I'm sure Sark will take care of it all." She replied sarcastically.
"And I'm sure Neutrogena could take care of that pimple on your cheek." Sydney shot back.
"Sydney," Vaughn interrupted, "not here, not now."
"I hate you both." She said childishly as she turned and walked away.
"You have a phone call, Miss Bristow." Her secretary said over the speaker as she entered her office.
Sydney sighed and picked up the phone. "Bristow."
"Sydney, it's Sark."
Sydney rolled her eyes in irritation. Just what she needed. "What do you want? I'm at work."
"Something's wrong with Ophelia." He continued, ignoring her bitterness.
"What? Is she ok?"
"Sydney…" he paused, "she's gone."
"What?" Sydney screamed into the phone. "What do you mean she's gone?"
"The daycare called and said she's missing. I don't know where she is, if I knew I would have her by now."
"How can a daycare not keep track of her?" she ranted as she paced her floor.
"I think he took her." Sark said quietly.
"Who? The Russian guy?" Sydney questioned.
"Who else? He's done it before, he could be doing it again."
"So how do we find him?"
"We go to Russia."