NOTE: Sorry I haven't updated in a long time, my computer has been down but its fixed now so here's the next chap… thanks

Hey, please READ/REVIEW/CRITICISE, this is my first alias fanfiction so i hope you like it.

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Summary: What if things had gone differently? Irina had not only disappeared but so had a seven year old Sydney, Jack thinks that they are both dead. Irina, now holds control of her own organisation, the IA Sydney works for her and things are about to get a lot stranger as identities are unfolding and secrets revealed...

Chapter Eight – Immortal Sins Always Haunt Us

CIA OFFICE, LOS ANGELES

Julian Sark had been wanted, loved and liked by many women, but there were only few that he had felt something towards. One of them was a great enigma to him: Julia Thorne. His current boss, he had worked for many and a lot of the time was thought of as the young high ranking MI6 agent, when in truth he hated their organisation. For the past year he had been loyal to one company: the Intelligence Association. He enjoyed working with Julia Thorne again and who ever she was working for.

He had met Julia Thorne almost two years ago and they had hit it off immediately, she was so much like him: wild, talented and an enigma to everyone. Usually he was good seeing through people's façade's and reading them but with Julia he found that impossible and that was what attracted her to him. You never knew what you were going to find out about her. So when he had received the information from her about this new job he was happy, it meant he would be in the centre of it, he would learn some more of Julia's, if that was even her real name, most well kept secrets. Hopefully anyway, if the CIA was as good as it was meant to be.

Last week he had been surprised when he had been contacted to go and 'rescue' Jack Bristow from the evil clutched of an aluminium chair in a fishy hangar at an airport. When he had been released and Sark had had a chance to read through his debrief he was shocked to find that they had been careless and let slip Julia's first name. Now the CIA was on a big high thinking they were just a step away from finding the identity of 'the associate'. Sark scoffed. Julia, she was good but was she really the associate? He knew she had a lot of jobs on but was it really on such a large scale? He would have to ask her about it over that dinner she promised him last week. They were going on it tonight, to a French restaurant in town where they could be open and not worry about the CIA. And what was this about her mother being there? And being Jack Bristow's supposedly dead wife? He really did have a lot of questions for the enigma that was Julia Thorne.

THE IA OFFICE, LA

Sydney sat in her office looking over the orders her mother had calculated for the new range of weapons they were to import in. The figures were accurate, as they should be as Irina Derevko had done them herself. Should she expect any less? She glanced up at the clock and was happy she had chosen to wear one of her best suites this morning to work; otherwise she would have to go and change for her 'meal' with Julian Sark.

Simon had found out about it and had been extremely jealous straight away. He and Julian had always had a competition going on when it came to her and she didn't like it much. It was always about who would get to date her, or go on missions with her, sleep with her or if it wasn't that something entirely different. It annoyed her to no end but she put up with it because they were both amusing to be around and she got on well with both of them and could trust them with anything. Apart from maybe her true identity, not that she couldn't trust them just that if she told them her mother would kill them and then her. So she would keep her mouth shut. She wasn't stupid she knew they would find out eventually and she would have to deal with that when it came around.

Little did she know one of them, the one she was meeting tonight, already had an inkling of an idea running through his mind; and he was planning on asking her about it.

SMALL FRENCH RESTAURANT, LOS ANGELES

When she arrived she had mentally put herself in her alias: Julia Thorne. It made her sad to think that in such a simple task of having dinner with one of her closest friends she had to hide behind an alias. One that she had been living with for most of her life; ever since she was seven years old.

It brought a smile to her lips though when she spotted her friend over in the VIP area. When described as VIP area she obviously meant the only secluded table in the whole restaurant. And of course, as what was expected, he was early and had ordered his favourite Pet ruse red wine. As much as she had hated the stuff two years ago, now she found herself quite fond of the red delight.

"Julia. You look amazing, as I expected. You always look wonderful." He said standing when she reached the table. He took her coat and pushed her seat in and then returned to his own. They looked at each other before he started speaking again, there was always a moment between them, but each time it went ignored by both parties. "So I found some interesting intelligence out today and was hoping to discuss this with you, as you are the one with all the answers, no?" He asked smiling, but 'Julia' could sense the suspicion and curiosity in his voice. She smiled back but her eyes darted looking for the nearest exits just in case this was a trap of some kind.

"Really, and what might that be?" She asked ignoring his accusation that she held all the answers. She obviously held some but not all.

"The Associate; Tell me what you know about her." He said holding his glass of red wine in his hand, whilst he, also, scanned for exits. The quick look of uncertainty that flashed through his companion's eyes when the enigma was mentioned not going unnoticed by him.

"Merely as much as you do Sark: Nothing." She said emotionless, the perfect example of a good spy. Her mother would have been proud but the glint in Sark's eyes made her sure it just made his curiosity stronger. He had obviously read her father's debrief. "Why with the questions about an identity no one know?"

"As I mentioned before, I received intelligence earlier. Last week with your encounter with Agent Bristow he mentioned two women and Mackenas Cole. He is supposed to be 'the man', well was but Bristow seems to think it is one of the women that were present, his dead wife: Laura Bristow. He also mentioned that a young woman, believed to be the associate was present and was called Julia." He said pausing to take a sip of red wine. "Now Julia dear why would you be hanging around with the likes of Cole and why on Earth would your Mother, the one you said was dead, be there? Taking the place of the man and you as the associate. If I am to continue working for you I will need answers." He said taking another sip of wine. He kept eye contact, never breaking it and it tested her skills as an agent. What was she going to do?

TBC…. Hey, please READ/REVIEW/CRITICISE, what do you think?