A/N: Thank you SO much to all of the reviewers. (I forgot to say that in my last chapter.) I also realized, that if I make the chapters shorter, that I could update more frequently. Sorry that I have not updated in awhile. We did not have power, then the internet was not working and then I got sick, so here you go.

Jjp91- I am very happy that you are happy. You know that I love S/V and am not so crazy about sarkney! I couldn't think of a name and there will be sark/jasmine in this.

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Chapter 5- Intuition

The apartment

"Vaughn", Syd asked as she heard her front door open.

"Yah, it's me". He walked into the living room and saw her lying on the couch.

"What did they want?"

"They know someone who was best friends with Sark's new girlfriend. Weiss and I are leaving to go find her and she might know something about Francie". He said as he sat down next to her.

"When are you leaving", Sydney asked as she put her head in his lap and he started to smooth out her hair.

"Later tonight. I should probably go pack".

"Vaughn, are you ok?"

"I just have this strange feeling that something is going to come out of this that will change my life forever. It's not dread, but more excitement in some strange way."

"Well there is only one way to find out", she said following him into the bedroom.

"Yah, I will see you two when I get back", he said and he affectionately rubbed her stomach.

"Ok, I love you".

"I love you too". He gave her a quick kiss and was on his way.

New York City

"Hello, I have an appointment with Ms. Holly Richards", Vaughn said in a perfect French accent.

"Ok, may I have your name?"

"Yes, sorry, Phillipe from Paris Accounts".

"Ok, Ms. Richards will be right with you." Ten minutes later, Vaughn was escorted into a rather nice office. On the door, it said Vice President. Sloane, wasn't joking when he said that she was high up.

The office

"Mr. Phillipe, I'm Holly Richards, pleasure to meet you". Holly had sandy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and crystal blue eyes. She was maybe 5 foot 7 and well dressed.

"The pleasure is all mine". Something about this woman looked rather familiar to Vaughn, but could not figure out what it was.

"Have we met before?"

"I do not think so".

"Well, anyways, please take a seat. It says here that we have mutual client, a Mr. Serapas".

"Look, Ms. Richards, I work for the U.S. government and I need you to come with me".

"What, why am I supposed to believe you", she said reaching for the gun that she had under her desk.

"Look, my name is Michael Vaughn", he said throwing his badge on the table. Holly reached for her purse and pulled out a picture of a young boy.

"Oh my god, that is why you looked so familiar, You are supposed to be dead."

"What, this is a picture of me, where did you get it?'

"My grand parents gave it to me when I younger, they said that it was a picture of my brother that died with the rest of my family when I was six".

"I am 8 in this picture, and who are you."

"My name is Holly Vaughn Richards."