Michael Vaughn and Eric Weiss, both agents for the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States of America, approached their colleague and friend, Sydney Bristow. They had a crisis on their hands. They all just didn't know how big it was.

"Vaughn and Weiss what's up?" she asked casually, but by the looks on their faces, she didn't think this was a social visit.

Weiss handed Sydney a manila folder. "You need to look at this Syd," Vaughn said concerned.

Sydney delicately opened the folder and saw pictures, taken by security cameras. She immediately recognized Mr. Sark with his cocky and arrogant aura about him. There was also a young woman with him that Sydney did not recognize. The woman could not have been more than in her early twenties. Fear was written all over her face. She obviously did not want to be with Sark. And who would? Sydney asked herself. Although there was something about that girl, she looked vaguely familiar.

"Who is this? With Sark?" she specified.

"Her name is April Winthers. She is the only child of Harry and Patricia Winthers, a wealthy couple in New York City," Vaughn answered, before Weiss had a chance to.

A puzzled look crossed Sydney's face. "She looks familiar, but I've never even heard of her or her family before."

"Neither have we," Weiss said.

"Her parents reported her missing 36 hours ago after a ball they had thrown while they were in Gibraltar, Spain," Vaughn informed.

"When were these pictures taken?" Sydney asked.

"A little under 24 hours ago. The pictures were taken at a train station in the heart of Madrid."

"Why does Sark want with her? Do you think the Covenant has anything to do with this?"

Everyone knew that the Covenant was a touchy subject for Sydney. Anyone that might be a target of theirs had Sydney's sympathy. Weiss decided to take this one. "We all know that Sark has flexible loyalties, so we don't really know what he wants with Miss Winthers."

Sydney knew that this could mean a million things. Her analyst skills were kicking in. Maybe the Covenant wanted some money and they figured she was an easy target to get a ransom from. Or they wanted something else. Who knows what that could be? The Covenant's main goal seems to be to acquire Rambaldi artifacts and discover what the so-called "prophet" was working on.

Before she had a chance to fathom any more possible scenarios, Director Dixon was walking up to her, Vaughn, and Weiss.

"Have you two debriefed Sydney about the Winthers case?" His question directed toward the two men.

"What we could," Vaughn replied simply.

"Good. April's parents are here. They want to make a personal plea, which will not exactly have an effect on us one or another on deciding to take the case, because since it has to do with Mr. Sark our interest for April's safety is immediate." Dixon took a deep breath. "Let's go see all the details we can get about April from her parents."

Dixon directed Sydney, Vaughn, and Weiss into the conference room where there was a couple standing speaking to Jack Bristow.

"Sydney," Jack beckoned his daughter. She went up to greet them. "This is Harry and Patricia Winthers."

"It is good to meet you, however unpleasant the circumstances. I offer my hopes that your daughter will come back safely. I will do everything in my power to make sure she does," Sydney said offering encouraging words.

"Thank you," Harry said. She was being sincere and Harry liked that when he saw that in people. It made you know that deep down they were good.

Patricia didn't say anything. She felt like at any moment she would burst out crying over her missing daughter. No matter what problems the two of them, Patricia couldn't stand having no idea where her daughter was. Despite everything everyone thought, Patricia's world was April. She was all that mattered to her. She was the only thing that wasn't a lie.

"Well everyone," Dixon announced. "If we could all take our seats I will try to debrief everyone on the current situation of April Winthers."

Everyone took their respective seats, but Harry and Patricia stayed standing. Patricia was leaning on her husband with all of her weight for support.

"The last sighting of April Winthers and Julian Lazarey, also more commonly know as Mr. Sark, was a little over twenty four hours ago at Madrid's train station. A more recent development, that we cannot yet confirm, is a shooting on one of Madrid's highways. A man and a woman were seen leaving the seen shortly after a shootout with two men in a black van. As I said a moment ago, this cannot yet be confirmed. The reason for Miss Winthers' kidnapping is still a mystery..."

"Actually that is not entirely true," a voice said.

Sydney looked to see who it was. Patricia was no longer leaning on her husband for support. She was standing by herself, ready to say something extremely important. Everyone's eyes diverted towards her.

"I am not Patricia Winthers," she paused, "My real name is Petra Derevko. Miss Bristow, I am your aunt. April is your cousin."

Sorry about the cliffhanger! I just had to do it.

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