"I caught her," he said. The other Man shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed, "What are you talking about?" The Man sighed, distraught and he looked tired. "Sydney, or whoever she really is..." The other Man looked at him as if he were crazy, "'Whoever she really is'? What the hell is that suppose to mean?" "She's not herself, not acting like Sydney," the Man continued. "She is hiding something, I saw it in her eyes." "Really?" the other Man questioned. "Look, Sydney is just tired, she's been through a lot, okay?" Vaughn turned to leave but Jack grabbed his arms, preventing Vaughn from walking out in the rain towards his car. The next day after talking with Sydney, Jack called Vaughn asking to meet met him here, in the park under a bridge. It was raining cats and dogs outside, which gave them good cover, so no one knew what they were saying even if they had spotted them. "I am telling you," Jack implied, "She is not my daughter. That woman is someone else pretending to be Sydney." Vaughn looked at Jack and realized he was serious. "What if it is true," he stated, "And she really isn't Sydney, then who is it, and where is Sydney?" Jack shook his head, "I don't know," he admitted. "But I knowsomeone who might, and someone who believes me more than even I do." Vaughn shook his head this time in disbelief. "Irina."

((Last Night))

"I am telling you Jack," Irina was saying, "That is not Sydney. Not at all."

"What makes you say that?"

"She's different. Maybe someone else entirely. Someone who knew Sydney enough to portray her."

"Project Helix?" Jack suggested

"Yes."

"No," Jack shook his head. "I highly doubt that."

"It's not her, Jack. Just look in her eyes, and you will see."

"And did you," Vaughn asked.

Jack nodded. "Whoever she is, she is hiding something, and I think that is it. I am sure of it."

"OK, supposing you are right, then where is our Sydney?"

Jack didn't have an answer, he didn't even know where to look. Instead, he was silent and Vaughn caught that feeling. They already had reached a dead end. They could confront the double, providing she indeed was that. But there was no guarantee she would even talk.

Vaughn's phone rang, disrupting his thoughts. "Hello?"

Berlin

Jack and Vaughn walk into the Doctors office, prior to receiving a call from him. "I am sorry to call you like this," he began.

"That's fine," Jack stated. "What's the problem?"

"Straight to the point," the Doctor said, "Okay. When you brought Agent Bristow in here, she was really bad. She crashed on the table during the surgery three times. It was a miracle we got a heartbeat all three times. She was unresponsive and suffered deep head trauma, which takes at least months to recover from. And that is straight bed rest and hospital supervision. The Sydney you left with, is not Sydney Bristow. Not in actuality."

"Wait," Vaughn stopped him, "What are you getting at?"

"When Sydney was brought in," the Doctor continued, "A couple approached me and offered me a money to let them take Sydney to their facility, and replace her with someone else. They said only they could treat her and she would die without them, and I believed them. Sydney would not survive unless they had something I didn't."

"Where did they take her," Jack asked

"I do not know," the Doctor answered. "But the woman they replaced her with...it was remarkable. She looked, smelled, sounded, just like the real Sydney Bristow. Even the DNA were the same. Only the eyes were different. Instead of life and warmth, there was darkness and evil. Whatever it was she was doing, whatever plan she had, it had to be revenge. It was personal for her."

"Did this woman have a name?" Vaughn asked

"Uh...yes," the Doctor remembered. "Reed...uh, Lauren Reed."

Los Angeles

Sydney walks in the door and sees Nadia in the kitchen cooking.

"Hey," Nadia greeted her.

"Hey."

"You hungry? I'm making pasta."

Sydney frowned, "Uh, not really." She placed her bag on the counter behind Nadia and watched her. "So..anything from my Dad, or APO?"

Nadia shook her head, "No...why?"

"Just wondering." Sydney reached in her bag and pulled out her gun slowly. "You know, I heard of a good movie."

"Really," Nadia asked still focused on her cooking. "What's it called?"

"I forget but it's about someone who almost dies, but she is taken away. The funny thing is, someone replaces her and her family and friends never know. They never know it's not really and that she is working against them the whole time."

Nadia looks up, straight ahead and her eyes slowly widen, as if she is realizing something. "Really?"

"Yeah," Sydney takes her gun out all the way and quietly takes the safety off. "In the end, not only does the woman who was almost killed die, but her family and friends as well because the impostor is really an old enemy."

Nadia opens a drawer, looking for her gun, "And who is this enemy?"

"Well that's the thing," Sydney smiled and raised the gun. Nadia saw the gun pointed at her from the reflection on the pot. "You'll never know."

Sydney fires, but Nadia ducks and runs in the room, Sydney shooting at her. Sydney reloads her gun, "Come on! I thought you were Sydney's sister, you're suppose to be tough." Sydney follows Nadia but is met by Nadia's gun. Sydney slaps it away as Nadia shoots, and hits her in her head. Sydney then grabs Nadia and throws her in the bathroom. Nadia slowly gets up and turns around, facing the Sydney double.

"Who are you," Nadia asked. Blood running from her cut on the side of her head, and a limp shoulder, she still stood tall, defying the double, but the Sydney look alike, was not imitated. She only smiled.

"It doesn't matter. Just know this," she points the gun at Nadia's face. "The image you will ever see is the face of your sister, killing you."

Vaughn and Jack kick down the door to Sydney's house, with guns drawn. Walking further in the house, they see a pot of pasta on the stove that has been sitting awhile and the house in a wreck. Bullets in the wall and pictures fallen down. Jack walks in Sydney's bedroom and looks around and Vaughn goes in the bathroom. He hears water running as if someone was taking a shower. The door is opened slightly and Vaughn pushes it open more and looks inside. There is blood on the floor and around the toilet. Vaughn pulls back the shower curtain and sees blood on along the wall and a little on the end of the shower. He extends his hand out in the water then shuts it off and walks into the living room. Jack is already there, so Vaughn holsters his gun and sighs. "Whatever happened here, it ended a couple of hours ago." Jack nodded, "There was a struggle here though," he added. Vaughn sighed, "What now Jack?"

Sydney opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was, but it was dark, and cold. Sydney stood up and felt a rush of blood in her head. She gasped at the pain and caught her breath. She brought her hand up to the side of her head and was surprised to find stitches there, and something that felt hard, like a rock, or...metal. What the hell? she thought. Sydney slowly made her way out of the bed. Her balance was off and it took her second just to stand. Slowly she made her way to the window and pull back the curtains letting streams of light in. She shielded her eyes and let them adjust to the light. The door then opened and Sydney slightly jumped at the sound. A man walked through the door and smiled at her. "How are you feeling" he asked her. Sydney couldn't answer, she was a loss for words. It took her awhile to actually say something and when she did, she couldn't put it together in a sentence. Instead, all she managed to do was whisper, "Danny?"