The door opened and Vaughn walked in, keeping his eyes on Sydney the whole time. He said her name as Marshall dropped the silver gadget on the floor. Muttering he ran over to it, picked it up, made a lame excuse to leave the room giving Sydney a sorry glance as he left, closing the door behind him.

Vaughn moved over to the blinds and shut them, making the room eerily dark. He walked over to her, pulled up a seat and sat down.

Sydney looked him up and down. He definitely didn't look like a double agent. He was Vaughn, the good guy, the one that was always there for her right from the start.

"You will do exactly as I say if you do not want to be shot immediately as you leave this building. Are we understood? This conversation does not leave this room."

That wasn't the Vaughn she knew.
"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me Sydney," he said, smiling menacingly. "Sark has contacts in high places, and even if I have no idea what gave him the urge to pass certain Intel onto you, he did, and that is why I am here. We can make this work out for the both of us, Syd. They know that we're together," he said motioning to the rest of the team outside the doors, "we can fool them just like I have fooled you and everyone else for years."

Sydney fought the urge to hit him right there and then. Instead, she tightened her grip on the arm chair making her knuckles turn white. Vaughn looked down at her hands, "Calm down Syd. This is nothing to get hyped up about, now you know the truth. That's what you're all about right? Knowing the truth?" Sydney glared at him, not making a sound. "Tell me. How did it feel when you found out the truth, Syd? How did it feel to learn that the man you love wasn't the man you knew?"

"I don't love you." She spat.

Vaughn chuckled. "Ok. Well, let me just cut to the chase then. You're a smart girl, but if you let anyone know what I am doing here, I will kill everyone you have ever loved. Which wouldn't include myself apparently, so I'll just save the razors for another time. But maybe Sark might be on that list?"

"Shut up."

He laughed again quietly to himself. In this brief distraction, Sydney heard Marshall's voice outside. She heard her name, and Dixon's urgent reply before footsteps trailed off.

Vaughn noticed her concentrating and heard what was happening. Vaughn immediately loosened his tie and rustled his hair.

"Undo your top."

"Excuse me?" she asked furious.

He looked at her. "Do you want me to call my associates and have Marshall Flinkman's family killed right now? Hurry up!"

Sydney breathed slowly. "Is this really what you've come to? Are you that guy?"

"That guy and a whole lot more, Syd. Undo your top." he repeated, slower this time and with added menace.

Sydney reached for her top and undid the button, her hands shaking. She crunched her business suit together, trying to make it crinkle as much as possible.

"Nothing I have said is repeated? Got it?"

"Go to hell."

Vaughn smiled and touched her cheek coldly, "You might want to check on the Flinkman family tonight. Bring a soft toy, Mitchell would like that."

Sydney stood up and walked past him, reaching for the door.


Arvin Sloane rubbed his eyes. He was getting too old for this. Possibly his two best spies going for it in the tech room? This was getting too much. He grabbed his briefcase and headed for the office door. He made a left turn and walked down the corridor, looking forward to having a glass of wine and relaxing when he got home. As he reached the car park, he grabbed his keys from his pocket and got into the car. Giving himself a quick look in the mirror, he noticed wrinkles and lined that didn't seem to be there this morning. What would have Emily said if she had seen him like this? Wait, what the hell was that? A pimple? It was in the middle of his forehead, a red dot. But suddenly it moved, and Sloane knew exactly what it was. He ducked just as bullets started firing. They hit the mirror he was looking into seconds before, sending glass shattering everywhere. Before he had the chance to try and make some kind of getaway, or contact the people inside, someone opened the car door and put a black bag over his head.

When his eyes next saw light, he was sitting in a dark room, with his legs and arms tied to the chair he was sitting on. He felt heat radiating from his temple and chest and realized he was hooked up to a machine.

"Is your name Arvin Sloane?" someone said from the dark. Sloane tried to focus his eyes but couldn't see anyone.

"What the hell is this? Who are you?"

"Is your name Arvin Sloane?" the voice repeated.

"Yes." Sloane replied.

"Have you spoken to any other agencies apart from the CIA in the last six months?"

"No."

"Do you have connections with any black ops divisions?"

"I was the head of SD-6, of course I do."

The voice was quite for a minute before asking, "Are you a double agent?"

Sloane sat, shocked. What the hell was wrong with these people?

Suddenly lights turned on and Sloane saw he was sitting in the CIA questioning room, with Dixon, Weiss and Vaughn staring through the window. Vaughn caught Sloane's eye but looked away swiftly. Suddenly, Sloane realized it was Jack's voice who had been asking the questions. As he turned, he saw it was Jack who was sitting across from him, near the door. Ignoring Sloane's confused expression; Jack rose and walked over to a guard standing by the door.

"Put him in lock down."