A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! They are so great. Here is another chapter, I would of had it up yesterday.. cept I didn't. So yeah. Again the time thingers are kinda messed up in this, but I think you can overlook that. And sorry ahead for all you Will fans, but it had to be done.

I don't own anything, cept the stuff I do own, and I own none of the characters. R/R please!

Sure enough, once Sydney had landed from her flight, an agent appeared at her side. "Ms. Bristow, if you'd follow me, please." He took her by the elbow and pulled her towards a large SUV that was parked nearby.

"What's all this about?" She demanded as she was helped into the car.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to wait to discuss things with Director Dixon. I have direct orders from him to bring you straight into the office," was the reply, and that was all she got, after that, the entire car ride was silent. Sydney sat in the back in a huff, she was upset, and they obviously thought she had done something, but wouldn't tell her why right now.

Once they had arrived at the Rotunda, the agent escorted her to Dixon's office. Only leaving her side when she was inside the room so he could stand by the outside of the door. Inside the solemn faces of her father, Dixon, Vaughn, Lauren and Eric, greeted her.

"What's going on," she demanded once she heard the door close. "I'm getting off the plane and then I'm being forced into a car, being told that I'm not allowed to go home I don't appreciate this at all."

"Sit down, Sydney." Dixon told her, calmly, point to the chair that she stood behind. She did so, but she never took her stare off him. "As, I'm sure, you're aware, Allison Doren was found dead yesterday."

"Yes, I aware, but I have yet to see what any of this has to do with me." She told them, looking around the room to find all eyes on her. The most confused being Vaughn's.

"Well, there was a room, in your apartment we found you in Florence. Now, do you remember the torture rooms they had in SD-6?" Dixon saw her nod before continuing. "Well, so it seems, that that's what the room was. And there were some things in that room that were questionable. Things that could cause heart attacks. Syd," Dixon sighed and rubbed his forehead, his voice changing. "Allison died of a heart attack. And as of right now, you are the only suspect, because you are the only person who we know would have a motive.

"You're telling me that you think I killed a person." She didn't wait for any of them to answer, but went on, "And that the only reason is because I might have a vendetta three years old. Three years is a long time, as some of you might know," she made a pointed glance at Vaughn, "Isn't it possible that she could have angered some else? She was a murderer for God's sake." Sydney was done; she was done being accused of this she had no memory of.

Eric spoke up, "She's right, we didn't take her line of work into account," he said from behind her. "It's happened before," her added, and she watched as her father nodded.

Jack, Lauren and Vaughn had said nothing during all of this, as Dixon had told them not to. They all could be subject to their own feelings towards Sydney getting in the way of the matter at had. Not that Dixon and Weiss didn't, it was just, they had more of a reason.

Rubbing his chin, Dixon nodded, "Yes, I know. Listen, you're free to go right now, but listen, if we get any more word, more incriminating that what we have already, I will have to take you into custody." Dixon told her with a stern face.

Sydney stood up, "Fine, just make sure it's something more solid than that," she said coldly, before walking out of the room. Michael followed her out.

"Syd! Would you stop, I need to talk to you." He called from the doorway, watching as she stopped and turned on her heel to face him.

"Do you want to accuse me of something else?" She asked him, her voice dry, she obviously didn't want to talk to him; it was to be expected though.

"Last night, when I called you. You were short. Why didn't you care why she was dead? She did kill your best friend," he said, getting right to the point.

"As much as you all would like to believe, I try to not care to much about murderers. Again I say, three years is a long time, even though I don't remember anything about those three years," she lied to him, "I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't murder someone because she killed someone else. I'm not that petty." And with that, she turned around and whisked away from him. "Damnit," she muttered when she was out of ear reach of him.

Defeated, Michael walked back into Dixon's office, ignoring the questioning look her got from Eric. "Something's wrong here." He said, almost to himself.

"I know, but what can we do? We already have her being watched," Dixon told them, sitting down behind his desk.

Jack stood up, "I'm sure my daughter is innocent here, but we do need to find who did this. I'll work on finding someone who might know anything." He told them, before walking out of the room. Leaving the four of them silently staring at the floor.

"Well," said Lauren standing, "As it is early in the morning, and that meeting proved fruitless, I'm going back to enjoying my day off." She said snootily before walking of.

Michael gave her a dirty look; she could be such a bitch sometimes. Eric shook his head, "You're going to have to talk to her sometime," he said as they both exited Dixon's office as well. "As much as I like your company, you can't sleep on my couch forever."

"I know, and thanks for letting me sleep on said couch. I'll figure this out soon enough," he promised before parting with Eric and they both walked into their separate offices.

Sydney had been given an office, it had been set up while she was in London, so she was now in there, looking through her computer, setting things in order and just basically looking around. It was weird, having her own office; she had never really had one, not since SD-6 had been watching her, seeing if she had what it took to join them. Leaning back into her chair, she looked at her purse; which she had set on the table. The disk; she had forgotten to give Dixon the disk. Rooting through the purse, she picked out the disk and made her way over to the Tech room. Knowing she would find Marshall in there.

And, just as she had expected, there he was, playing Xbox and eating gummi bears. When entered the room he jumped up and tried to hide the Xbox, "Uh, hi, Syd, I was just, um, working some things out on my computer." He said, being to sweat, as he did that when he was nervous.

"It's okay, Marshall," she said with a smile, "I just wanted to give you the disk from the Covenant." She held out the disk in her hand, waiting for him to take it. When he did she smiled again. "You can look through it now, or wait until you're done this level," she winked at him before leaving. Marshall watched her leave, thinking how much he had missed her while she was gone.

And the sad thing was, she was thinking about missing him when she had been gone. She had missed him so much, his babble, and everything. And she would miss him after she was gone. Him and Eric were the two people she would have a hard time hurting, the others she would get over soon enough.

Going back into her office, she sat down behind her computer, and logged into her account. An email concerning something random popped up onto her screen. Something about someone's birthday, unimportant to her.

Sydney closed out of her account, opening the solitaire game Marshall had put on the computer, knowing how much she loved her.

Pulling out her cell phone, her personal one, as she what two, one identical to the one she used for work, so they wouldn't know anything different. She dialed Simon's number, and played her game until he answered.

"Walker."

"Simon, it's me."

"Hello, Julia. I didn't expect to hear from you so soon." He told her, as he knew about the CIA thinking that she had killed Allison; which she had, but that wasn't the case.

"Yeah well, I got them to think that it could have been any number of people, saying as three years is a lot of time for her to piss someone off."

Simon chuckled, "Yes well, the CIA aren't very smart are they?"

"Nope, but I was calling to make sure everything was okay, there. I left Sark some directions in the library, what to do, and who to call to do it. But I'm just checking."

"Yeah, we've gotten everything under control here. Just try and stay out of trouble there, alright?"

"Yeah," she smiled, "Bye, Simon," she said before hanging up on him. Leaning back into her chair she frowned. This is going to be interesting to say the least, she thought to herself.


Sark had found a new laptop waiting on the floor in front of his door that morning. There was a note on the top of it that simply said 'You might this handy.'

He knew it was from Sydney, as he had heard her put it in front of his door before she left. He was a light sleeper; the quietest noises woke him up, all because of what he did.

Since then he had been in the library, looking through the paper files she had left him and the files on the computer. The ones one the computer were things all information, the written ones were all cases, things she wanted done sometime in her absence. He also found a cell phone, with another note, 'this, too.' Was all it said. Looking through it he found her number, Simon's number, Irina's and a few others he would find useful.

Sark had been in the office for a few hours before he heard a knock on the door, "Come in," he called.

Simon was the one who had been knocking, "Figures you would choose to work out of here. It was Julia's favorite room you know." Simon said as he sat down in a chair in front of the desk. "Never knew why, but then again, I never liked books as much as she did." Simon shook his head, and Sark gave him a dry look.

"Did you need something?"

"Ah, right, Julia just called. And as we thought, as soon as she landed, she was taken into CIA custody."

Sark leaned back, a worried look in his eyes, "Is she alright?"

"Oh, yeah, nothing our girl couldn't get out of. She told them that she probably wasn't the only one who hated her, three years was a long time for her to be killing. So they let her go."

The worry in his eyes had died down and he nodded, "Good, now lets just hope that she can keep convincing them."

Simon nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, "Do you have everything you need?" He was obviously bored, and wanted to go steal something.

"Actually, I have a job for you." He watched with amusement as Simon sat up straighter. "I need you to steal this, for us," he said as he pushed a folder across the table to him. He eagerly picked it up and began to flip through it.

"You want me to steal this bomb?" He asked after a few seconds.

"Yes, but that is only part of it. There are three parts, I want you to get this one, and I will have two other men I've already contacted get the other two. Sydney said something in these files about it being essential for taking down the Covenant." Simon nodded and stood.

After walking to the door, he turned around and looked back at Sark, "I hope Julia is right about you." He said simply, before leaving the room and shutting the door tightly behind him.

I wonder what he meant, hoping she was right about me, he wondered for a brief minutes before turning his attention back to the laptop. The last thing on the computer that was of any interest to him, actually all of it was interest to him but okay, was the file that had made Sydney so upset in the previous two days. He read through the entire files, as he had neither heard nor seen any of these men before. Some of the files were bigger than the others. Like Sydney's, or Julia Thorne's. That one took a long time to read, as it had so much information in it.

It went over all of the kinds of torture she had gone through during the first six months she had been with them. It went over every surgery she had while with them, all to get her eggs from inside her. It went over every killing she had done, and every thing that she had stolen. Every person she had worked with, during her two years with them was listed. And it also had things on the year that she had been away from them. Seems as if they were monitoring her, either it was that they were afraid of her, what she could do, or they wanted to kill her. Maybe it was both, Sark would wait to ask her next time he talked to her.

Finally he was at Will's file. This file, he knew, was the one who had made Syd so upset. Opening the file he noticed that the picture was the first thing that she had seen, she hadn't even gotten to the rest of the file until later. Sighing he began to read.

So it would seem, that the Covenant recruited Will just after Sydney had left. It said in his file that he had been brought in to try and get her back. But the efforts went unnoticed by her, and she remained in the dark. Until yesterday, he commented sarcastically. Reading the rest of the file he found out that Will was working as a hit man, and was actually very good at what he did.

After he had finished with Will's file, he could see why she had gotten so upset. This was her best friend, or was her best friend, who had had his life almost ruined several times by this line of work. And now here he was, working for the people she probably hated the most.

Looking at the files around the desk Sark noticed a smaller piece of paper he hadn't noticed before. It was written sloppily and small, and from reading the top, which said 'note to Sydney' he guessed it was to her. Looking at the rest of the not he was stunned to find that it read 'Kill Will" underlined several times in a red pen. "Great," he muttered, that was a fine way to get over it. Killing Will.

Pulling out his cell phone, he picked Sydney's number out of the phone book. She answered on the third ring,

"Yeah?"

"Sydney, you can't kill Will Tippin." Sark told her seriously.

She didn't speak for a few seconds, "I can kill whoever I want, and I hope you remember that." She told him angrily before she hung up on him. Apparently he had angered her. So he called her again, she phone must have had his number on it, saying that it was him, because she didn't answer it the second time.

"Damnit," he yelled, storming out of the library. He had a feeling Simon hadn't left yet, saying as loud music was coming from the living room. Storming down the stairs, he found Simon lying on the couch with his arm thrown over his eyes. Stomping over to the stereo he quickly shut off and watched Simon jump off the couch.

"What! Oh, it's only you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "What'd you want?" Simon asked, sitting back down.

"Call Sydney and tell her not to kill Will," Sark demanded, trying to keep from yelling.

"Why?"

"Simon, I swear to you, if you do not call her know," Sark let his voice die off, before starting again calmer, or seemingly calmer, "She cannot kill him."

Simon raised an eyebrow at Sark, before pulling out his cell phone and dialing a number without looking at the phone. "I'll try," he said bring the phone up to his ear, "But I won't guarantee results." Simon told Sark seriously.

"What?" Sydney was obviously angry over something.

"Jules, it's me." Simon told her, before going on, "It had been brought to my attention that you are planning on killing your friend Mr. Tippin."

"He isn't my friend," she snapped into the phone, "and if you are planning on trying to talk me out of it, it won't work. I'm killing him, tonight." She said in a finalistic voice before hanging up on him as well.

Simon looked up to Sark, "Sorry, mate, Julia won't let up on something 'til it's done. This is one of those things." Simon shrugged and Sark got angrier. Simon had the feeling that he didn't want to see Sark mad, so he stood up, "I'm just going to go, get into contact again with my men, and maybe, speed up the process a little." Simon said nervously, walking out of the room.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit, " Sark yelled to himself. He had just as much temper as Sydney did, but at least he could control his better. But he did realize that there had been a time when he would have done the same thing. Sighing he walked into the kitchen. He needed something to eat.


Sydney was angry enough; she had just received two different calls in reference to her killing Will. They apparently didn't realize that she needed to do this. Just as she had needed to kill Allison. And so she would. She knew where he was staying, so would go to his apartment tonight, and shoot him. Simple as that, she had taken out the information of his file that listed where he was located now, from her computer hat she had given Sark, and the file she had made for the CIA.

Tonight would be the night, she didn't care what was going to happen, and all she knew was that he would be dead by the end of the night.

Lost in her thoughts it took her five minutes to notice that there was a person standing in her doorway. "What?" She snapped, having never seen this person.

Wincing whomever it was stepped forward with a package, "Ms. Bristow, this came for you," he said timidly. Standing up, Sydney walked around and took the package from his hands.

"Thanks," she said coldly, obviously this was one of the aids they had just gotten the other day. One whom had never seen her angry before. Good, new blood to scare.

"Was that all?" She asked him, sitting back down at her desk. She watched in amusement as he quickly left the office, closing the door behind him. Snickering she opened the package and dumped out the contents in on her desk.

Staring down at it she tilted her head. There was a knife, a gun and a slip of paper. 'To help you get the job done -Paul'

She had forgotten all about Paul, and what she was supposed to do for them. "Great," she said, stuffing the gun ad the knife into her purse, they were both small enough to fit with everything else in there, and ripped the package and the note into tiny pieces that she proceeded to throw away. Looking at the clock on her computer she noticed it was almost seven forty-five. She had been in her office most of the day; my how time flew when one was lost in thoughts.

She needed to go home, but first she needed to pay a visit to her good friend Will.

Standing up she grabbed her purse and walked slowly out of her office. Looking around one more time she turned off the lights and shut the door tightly, it didn't need to be locked right now, there was nothing bad in it. Looking around the Rotunda, she caught a few stares of people as she walked through it on her way to the door. Once she had reached it, she suddenly turned around, feeling that someone was watching her. And sure enough there was; Lauren Reed was watching her, actually she was glaring at her, and coming closer to her.

"I'm going to find out what you're up to," she whispered threateningly to Sydney when she was close enough.

Sydney just stared back at her with a confused expression, "I think you must have me confused with someone else, I'm not up to anything." She said back, not bothering to whisper.

"Oh, you are up to something. But don't worry, deny it all you want, I'll find something," she told her, it would have been scary if she had been talking to anyone other than who she was.

"Now, see here, Lauren," Sydney said stepping closer to her, they were just about the same height normally, but Sydney's heels were higher, "I don't appreciate people threatening me. I tend to get angry," She leaned down the little distance to her ear and whispered this next part, "And people tend to get hurt when I get angry." She whispered in her ear before standing straight up again and smiling at her. "Good night, Mrs. Reed." She said sweetly before turning and walking out of her presence, leaving Lauren standing there staring after her, smiling the whole way out.

Sark had been on a plane for several hours. And he hated planes. He had figured that he needed to stop Sydney from doing whatever she was planning on it, and since she wouldn't listen to him on the phone, the next best thing was to go stop her in person.


He hated planes, so if this was all for nothing he would be greatly angered. During the flight he had searched every file in her laptop. He found no notation of where Will currently lived. But he hadn't fully believed that Sydney would leave that on her computer, knowing that it wouldn't settle well with him. So he had found the original disk. Yes, she had deleted the information off of her computer, but not off the disk, so it was incredibly helpful. He knew know where Will Tippin lived, and just hoped he got there before Sydney did.

It was now eight o'clock, Sark had just gotten off of the plane and was now rushing through the airport to get a car, he would need one, the house in which Will currently lived was no where near the airport.

Finally, after arguing with the car rental place, Sark found himself speeding down the LA freeway, ignoring the honks that followed him as he passed and cut off many people.

According to his files, Will lived in a high-end apartment over near where Sydney and Francie had previously lived, you know, before the fire and all.

Cursing Sydney as he was driving, of course, he secretly loved the way she would stop at nothing to get revenge, but he would never admit that to anyone, not even himself.

With an angry sigh, Sark pushed the gas pedal down harder, just trying to get to Will before Sydney did something she would regret.


Sydney had gone home before she went to Will's house. She had changed into new clothes, she had always liked to go buy new things before she planned on killing someone. And this kill was no different. She dressed up, not only because technically it had been her job, she found it fun.

She found herself outside his apartment complex in a matter of five minutes. It was ridiculously close to where she used to love, but she couldn't think about that now. Walking into the building, she smiled at the door man and walked up to the front desk.

"Hello, Miss, how may I help you today?" The woman at the front desk said with a very fake smile.

"Yes," she said with an equally fake pleasant voice, "I was wondering what apartment Mr. Tippin lived in. He was expecting me five minutes ago, and I've forgotten the apartment he lives in."

The lady looked her up and down, as if trying to find out if she was trying to scam someone of not, but when she saw how nice she looked, she registered the smile again. Only this time it was a little less fake. "Sure, Mr. Tippin lives on the seventh floor apartment." She said, turning back to her work, seemingly done with her.

"Thank you," Sydney told her as she waked away. Walking over to the elevator, she went into the first one that had opened, this wasn't a generally big building, as it was built like her Florence one. Pressing the button for the seventh floor, she smiled at the older couple were now entering the elevator.

They got off onto the fifth floor, and with a smile again she was left in solitude for the remaining two floors. Reaching into the purse she dug out the knife she had gotten earlier and bent down to stick it into her right boot. The gun, she picked up and stuck it into her jacket pocket. Better safe than not, she thought firmly to herself.

Usually she felt a rush out of killing, it gave her a sense of power that had been taken away from her while she as with the Covenant. Well, actually she had never had it when she was with the CIA either, but that was a whole different story. But this one was different. She knew Will, or she had used to, it had been easy to kill Allison, but only because she had had Francie's face, and wasn't actually Francie. But this was really Will, in the flesh, her old best friend, one whom she had shared everything. And then she had died, and everything changed.

A minute later she was one the seventh floor, exiting the elevator she walked the quick steps to the door, taking her time, there was no need to hurry. Ringing the doorbell, she leaned on one leg, waiting for him to answer the door.

Which he did, a minute later, "I thought you said it would take thirty minutes for-" his voice died when he saw who was at his door, "Syd?" He asked in a small voice that made her really want to hit him then and there. But she couldn't, not yet anyway. Instead she smiled.

"Hey, Will," she said in a warm voice that had surprised her, she didn't think that she could be that nice to him, acting or no.

"Come in," he said after a while, still supposedly getting over the shock of her being there, it really being her. She walked past him, her smile not faltering and he closed the door behind her.

He lead her into the main room of the apartment, "I thought you were dead, Sydney." Will told her truthfully, before she could say anything.

You are going to wish I were, she thought to herself, the smile still plastered on her face. She let it waver a little before she said anything, "So did everyone," she sighed, "But I'm back now," she offered, fake tears gathering in her eyes.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked her, walking into the kitchen, leaving her alone in the room.

"No thank you," she said while reaching into her jacket and pulling out her gun. Turning to the kitchen she found Will in the doorway, standing there holding a gun pointed at her. "God, this scene is so overplayed," she muttered, before bringing the gun up.

"Geez, Syd, did you really believe me to think you'd of found where I was if you had forgotten everything in the last three years? I'm not that stupid, drop the gun," he demanded, motioning for her to throw the gun over to him. But she couldn't do that, now could she? No, she couldn't it would defeat the purpose.

"And you didn't really expect that even if I had I wouldn't have found you eventually, did you? I mean, I know you aren't that stupid, Will." Shaking her head she tsked at him. "Well, apparently you are."

"You can't kill an assassin, Syd, you of all people should know that." He told her calmly.

"Oh really? I beg to differ," she said, "I've made a living off of doing just that." She thought a minute before shaking her head, "How about this, we both drop our guns, and make this more interesting. A battle of skills. See whom the Covenant gave more power." She grinned wickedly, and Will dropped his gun, to which she replied by dropping hers as well.

"This should be fun," Will muttered.

Sydney nodded in agreement, and then got tired of waited, running towards him she punched him in the cheek, right below his temple. "Just to get things started," she grinned.

Returning the favor Will threw a punch back at her, which hit her in the jaw. She wiped the little blood in the corner of her mouth with her tongue. Delivering a quick kick into his stomach, the hit sent him falling back into the kitchen. She followed him, and he kicked her legs from under her, she landed hard on her back, and he stood up, an when she was just about to kick her in the side, she grabbed his leg and threw him across the short distance into one of his cabinets, one that proceeded to shatter, as it was full glass.

Flipping herself up, she was greeted by a punch to her chest, which made her fall back and hit her head on the wall. Before she knew it, Will was in front of her, had turned her and hit her head against the wall, right above her temple. "Damn," she muttered before kicking out behind her and catching Will's knee with her heel. They have to be good for something, because Will dropped and Syd made a run to get into the other room.

Will managed to catch her foot right as she was in the doorway, so she fell, but was still able to reach her gun. They both stood up at the same time, Will pulled a hidden gun out of the small of his back and manages to pull the trigger before she could react.

But thankfully she managed to dodge the bullet so it just grazed her arm, instead of fully hitting her in the chest.

"Why do this Sydney?" Will asked, as she as held her arm, wincing as she looked up at him. "Rather, who do this for?"

Then she remembered, her entire reason for this, she momentarily forgot the pain in her arm and held up her gun, "This is for Francie." She told him through her teeth, and then pulled the trigger.


Sark had ran into the building that Will lived in as fast as he could, not bothering to turn off his car. "I need to know where Will Tippin lives," he told the lady at the front desk breathlessly.

"I'm sorry sir, he doesn't want any visitors right now." She had obviously seen the state of him, and had decided that he shouldn't go see him, Mr. Tippin would get upset.

"I need to know which floor he lives on," Sark demanded. Growing more impatient by the minute.

"I can't let you up, Sir." She was obviously getting mad.

So was he, he pulled the gun out of his pocket and held it up to her face, "If you don't tell me where he lives, I will shoot you," he told her in a calm voice that probably scared her more than the gun did.

"Floor seven, floor seven!" She cried hysterically, scared out of her mind.

"Thank you," he said, before running to the stairs, the elevator would take to long, and he was running out of time, Sydney was defiantly there, he had seen her car out front.

Getting to the seventh floor her found it was a single door, which was closed. But what he heard was more concerning to him. Once he had gotten to the door he heard a gun shot, which was closely followed by another one. Trying the door, he found it locked, so he proceeded to kick the door open.

Rushing in, with his gun drawled he stopped when he found Sydney calmly sitting on the kitchen counter, a dead Will Tippin on the floor, blood pooling out of his lifeless body.

He first stared at the body, then at her. Her arm was dark with blood; her could see where a bullet, or a knife, had grazed her arm. And there was blood coming out of a cut in her hairline. Seeing him she smiled, and jumped off the counter. Her gun was still in her hand.

She stopped in front of him and smiled, "Told you I could kill anyone I wanted," she said before she walked past him, handing him the gun in her hand. "In heels too," he heard her mutter as she left the apartment, leaving him standing there holding two guns and looking down at a dead body.

Gotta admit it man, she's good. He grinned, looking down at the body, throwing the gun she had given him down by Will's lifeless body. Someone will clean it up, Sark had never been one to stick around at a murder scene, so he followed Sydney's lead and left.

Closing the door behind him just as the elevator dinging closed. Heading towards the stairs Sark shook his head and put his gun back into his pocket. He reached the ground floor just after Sydney did, and he followed her as she left the building, and her car, and began waking. Seemingly to a random place, but she stopped at an empty lot.

Sark walked up beside her and there they stood, silently looking at the empty place where she had lived, and supposedly, had died.