Sorry I'm late, I sort of slept in," said Sydney when she arrived at the SD-6 conference room the next morning.

"That's ok Sydney; you deserve a sleep in once in a while." Sloane said. Sydney looked around the conference room and gasped. "Sydney this is Mr Sark, he will be working with us and helping us find information on Rambaldi."

Sloane informed Sydney as she sat down. She looked at him. He glared back at her, his bottom lip esquire. If he tells, Sydney thought to herself, I'll kill him. Sloane or Vaughn can't find out about this.

The only trouble was, Marshall already did. Sydney looked over at him. He was sitting next to Sark, but Sydney had the distinct impression that he was leaning towards Sloane for more reasons then him being his boss. She noticed him peering at Sark out of the corner of his eye in a paranoid way. Marshall was terrified of Sark. Sydney recalled there first meeting where Marshall had said, "Please don't kill me." She smiled to herself.

"Now, you are fully recovered from the bullet wound, aren't you Sydney?" Sloane asked.

"Yes," Sydney nodded. "It's healed up fine."

Sloane smiled. "Good. Marshall took good care of you, getting you out of the building like that. He might just be going on more missions with you. The Rambaldi script we uncovered as assisted us a lot, thankyou, again Sydney and Marshall."

Marshall eyed Sark carefully. Sark ignored him.

After the meeting was over, a mere conference, introducing Sark to the various SD-6 operatives, Sydney dragged Sark by the arm into an empty office, making sure no one was looking. Sark was smiling by the time Sydney spoke.

"You have something of mine. The brooch. You took it, give it back. It is very … sentimental to me. Also, what are you doing here Sark, you work for the KGB, remember?" she inquired. "And why are you smiling?" Sydney said in a worried tone. Before she could speak again though, Sark pulled her in for a passionate kiss. The weird thing was Sydney didn't pull back. Sydney was enjoying it. They finally pulled away after a minute or so, leaving them gasping for air.

"What … why did you do that?" Sydney said, angry.

"I wanted to." Sark said, looking down at his feet again – all the cockiness disappeared out of him for the moment.

"I forgot what I was going to say …" Sydney said, trailing her thoughts. She unconsciously wiped her mouth while doing so.

"Oh! Thankyou, Ms Bristow, I know my kisses are appreciated."

Sydney stopped and looked at him. He indicated to her hand. She pulled it down to her side instantly. "I didn't realise, sorry. I didn't mean to …"

"Now, this brooch …" he reached for his pocket and pulled it out and handed it to her. "It seems very heavy for a brooch. Like there was something else hidden in it."

Sydney looked at him cautiously. Had he worked it out?

He looked back at her and said simply, "Well, when you remember what you were going to tell me, contact me. Now, I better go before Sloane gets suspicious. Oh, I nearly forgot. Sydney, would you be interested in going out one night. I know a very good restaurant in town and I would love for you to accompany me one night. Think about it. Avoir Ms Bristow." Sark smiled as he walked away, leaving Sydney feeling worried and nervous. Her secret wasn't safe.

But, if this was any consolation, Sark had kissed her. And asked her out.

"Why are all the bad guys such good kissers?" Sydney whispered to herself as she walked out of the empty office.

She didn't feel guilty at all about kissing Sark, even if he was the man that knew about her secret. He was a very dangerous man indeed to know something that big.

Yet, somewhere, deep inside Sydney … she was falling for him. A date with the enemy? What could've sounded more appealing?