A/N: I don't in any way own Alias, but I wish I did!
- Thanks for all the reviews guys!

Sydney stood still, while Sark clasped a silver chain around her neck. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. She reached back to pull her hair up, accidently brushing up against Sark's hand. It sent shivers through her.

"Sorry," Sydney said shakily.

Sark nodded, locking eyes with Sydney. "As you can see, there is a small charm hanging from this necklace. On the back of it, is a three digit number. That is the number you will use to open this folder." Sark walked over to a large file cabinet.

'He's almost sweet like this,' Sydney thought to herself.

"Follow me," Sark said gesturing to Sydney. Sydney stood up and followed Sark out the door and down the hall.

The door opened as soon as Sydney and Sark reached it.

"I think they're almost ready," Lauren said walking out of the room.

Sark motioned to the room. "Wait here until we instruct you further, love." Sark put his hand on Sydney's lower back, just as Vaughn had done.

Vaughn watched, his anger slowly rising. "How can you work with him?" Vaughn asked as soon as Sark and Lauren left the room.

"We have to get along with both of them if we want to get Will back," Sydney replied, not making eye-contact.

Vaughn knew something was up with Sydney, but he didn't want to say anything, because that might end up with him having to talk about what he and Lauren discussed. He noticed that Sark was acting strange, too. Before he could give it too much thought, Sark opened the door.

"We're ready, follow me."

Vaughn waited for Sydney to walk ahead of him, and then they followed Sark down the hall.

Sark led them to a darkened room somewhere in the building.

"Your plane leaves in an hour to take you to a covenant safe-house in Russia," Sark said staring down Vaughn.

Vaughn stared right back, "Where in Russia?"

Sark didn't answer, but turned to Sydney instead. "Everything you need will be provided for you." Sark stared at Sydney.

Vaughn couldn't take it anymore. The way Sark kept looking at Sydney, it made him sick. The only thing that was keeping him sane, was the fact that Sydney despised Sark.

"I'll be in the hall," Vaughn said, brushing past Sark.

"Vaughn," Sydney said, trying to get Vaughn to stop, but Vaughn disappeared out the door.

"Looks like someone has a small temper," Sark said with a smirk.

"Your're so full of it," said Sydney attemping to follow Vaughn, but instead Sark stopped her.

"You can feel it can't you?" Sark grabbed a hold of Sydney's wrist firmly but gently.

Sydney rolled her eyes, "Feel what exactly?"

"The passion between us." Sark stepped closer to Sydney so that their faces were almost touching. Sydney locked eyes with Sark feeling jittery inside.

Sark stared back, and then leaned forward so that his lips met hers.

Sydney couldn't think straight, she was KISSING Julian Sark! It was wrong on so many levels, but she didn't pull back. She let Sark kiss her deeply as he held her wirst.

Vaughn's face popped into her head, and she stepped away from Sark quickly. She put the back of her hand up to her mouth watching Sark.

'I knew she wanted me' Sark thought to himself, satisfied.

Sydney turned the door handle and stepped out into the hall with Vaughn.

Vaughn turned around to face Sydney, "What took you so long?"

"He just wanted to make sure we knew the plan," Sydney replied, hesitating slightly.

"Figures that cocky son-of-a..."

Sark stepped out of the room, "Let's go catch our plane." Sark said as he led the way down the hall.

A/N Keep reviewing! But it might be a little while until the next post.