The central intelligence agency was unusually quiet as there were so many agents out on their way to Germany to find out more info on the warheads.

Jack arrived to find Sydney waiting for him in the car park.

"Dad. Look I'm so sorry. I got it all wrong. Vaughn told me that Constance and Eric are..." she was interrupted. "Just friends. In fact they are more like brother and sister." He looked down at her. "So how are things? Did you sort it out?" she asked. "To tell you the truth Sydney, I got drunk, messed things up, threatened her, called her Laura and I'm pretty sure I'll never get to talk to her again. Apart from that, things went great." "Oh dad I'm so sorry." "Its ok, it wasn't your fault. It was me who said those things, me who did what I did and me who screwed things up." He looked down at the floor as they made their way to the elevator.

Constance was already in her office with Marshall. They were hard at work. She seemed to be sniffing a lot and wiping her nose. Jack wasn't sure if It was a cold or a cry but he thought it best to leave her alone. He made his way to the conference room and sat opposite the director. She entered the room but didn't look at him. She seemed to have an actual cold. Jack looked down at the marks on her wrists he had made while pinning her down. She saw him staring and pulled her sleeves over them. They avoided each other's gaze and sat next to each other in their normal seats. Weiss entered the room and noticed the seating arrangements. He pulled his seat into the middle of them.

"You don't mind me sitting here do you? I've forgotten my contacts and I'll not be able to see a thing otherwise." He tucked himself in between them and gave Connie's hand a little squeeze of reassurance under the table. She smiled and shook her head at his feeble lie and carried on with the briefing. Nothing was really going on as the agents hadn't even arrived in Berlin, Germany yet.

As they got up to leave, Vaughn walked up to Constance and pulled her and Weiss aside. "Hey Connie. Are you ok? Sydney turned up on my doorstep last night and she..." he was interrupted by Weiss. "She knows. Its ok." Vaughn looked confused. "I stayed at Eric's last night. He filled me in on how my life got turned upside down." She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and he sleeve tumbled to her elbow. "My god. What happened to your... he did this didn't he? How? What happened?" "VAUGHN" Agent Weiss scolded. "A little less accusing yeah? Look" he turned to Constance who was covering her wrists back up. "Why don't you go back to your office and I'll fill knuckle head in on what's happened. That ok with you?" he turned back to Vaughn. "Yeah. I'm sorry Con I just worry. I mean what's a guy to think?" "Its ok. I'm grateful to you both for being so protective but can you just stop mothering me? Every question Jack asked me in the briefing about work, one of you answered me so I didn't have to talk to him. And Weiss that stunt with the chairs? C'mon guys I'm a big girl I can fend for myself. I'm going to see Sark and before any one says anything remotely protective, I AM going and by MYSELF."

Constance wanted answers as to why every man in her life thought they could treat her like dirt. She walked down into his cell and sat next to him. Sark just looked at her and smirked. "Why Agent Waters your all alone. Why aren't one of your bodyguards here to watch out the delicate little flower doesn't get damaged by the nasty Mr. Sark?" "Because I wanted answers that they cant hear." "Go on." He was intrigued.

She decided to take on the Bristow bluntness and went straight to the point.

"Why did you do it?" she looked at the camera's hoping he would catch on and keep in code. He did. "Because I could. But I must admit I am a man who licks the plate clean when a good meal is laid out in front of him. I don't get many gourmet dinners in my life so when I was in possession of one I wolfed it down. Does that give you an answer?" "I suppose. I'll never get the answer I seek because I don't know what it is. I don't know what I came here to find out. I don't know what I expected you to say. Actually I did expect a lewd comment or a gesture but so far..." she let her voice trail off.

"I'm sorry."

Constance spun around to face him. "What?" "You heard me. I apologise. If I admit it to myself I just wanted Jack to pay and I used you as a prop. He and his daughter have been extreme thorns in my side and I thought that making him hurt would make me feel better. It didn't by the way. I just felt ashamed. I know you have no reason to believe me but I truly am sorry."

Part of this was true. He had done it to get back at Jack but mainly because she had been lying there all helpless and alone. She was terrified and it had turned him on. He felt sad that he hadn't been given the chance to get around to Jack but his surprising encounter in the woods had been enough for Sark.

He had enjoyed every minute of the sadistic torture bestowed upon him. He knew he would have done worse to Jack but it was nice to have a man who was in charge for a change. Every man he seemed to meet and be attracted to appeared to be all loving and gentle, or straight and Sark had been forced to take is own pleasure from him.

As Constance left the cell, Jack watched from the monitor and his angry face just seemed to get darker as Sark laughed when she was gone. He silently and carefully detached the wires from the screens recording and made his own way towards the cell. As he approached, Sark acknowledged him and stood up waiting to be beaten for information or tied down for a conversation.

"Agent Bristow. Nice to see you... face to face." He added with one of his world famous smirks. "so what brings you here?" he asked already knowing the answer. He always seemed to get a visit after his interludes with Constance. "Why did you apologise? I know your not sorry. You enjoyed every minute of what you did almost as much as I enj..." he stopped. "As much as you enjoyed what you did to me Jack?" "NO! I had no enjoyment out of that Sark." "Yet you seemed to stay hard? Oh and we mustn't forget the piesta- resistanće. You managed to do that very smoothly if I remember the taste well enough." Jack punched Sark and held him down. Sark reached forward and rubbed jacks crotch with skill of a thousand and men. Jack responded involuntarily and became hard rubbing against the material of his suit pants. He stood there and felt the touch of Sark. The young man pulled the zipper on Jacks pants down and released his fullness. Jack sighed as Sark took him in his mouth and sucked. His skilful tongue playing its part in making Jack writhe beneath him.

{A/N – I have no idea how to spell piesta-resistanće so I just had a guess. I have had a sudden need for reviews. I kinda thrive from the thoughts of others and constructive criticism is also welcome!!!}