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Chapter 3-- Sexy Jealousy

---Jack's POV---

"But, the balls not in your court! Whether you like it or not it's in Sark's. Now, are you going to help us out?" Sydney asked.

"Funny you should mention that, because team mates don't switch sides. Sark is just trying to lure you to his way of thinking. Sydney, use your head. You know better. How would he know what was going on inside the CIA. He is just using you." I argued. "Stop being so naïve."

"I have! I understand now what Sark knew 7 months ago! He told me on my last mission that I shouldn't be doing such a degrading mission. He realized the new recruits were just simply slowly pushing us out of the CIA, giving us easier missions until we were all finally doing desk work. They were doing it because this new group, the Circumstance, realize that in order to defeat us, they have to fly in under the radar. They played us like a fiddle. They realized they couldn't just fire us, that would cause too much suspicion. Dad, I need your help, you're still working there. You'll still be a double agent, it'll only be reversed. Please dad, Sark could have helped the Circumstance resurrect a new Covenant. I need you on board for this. What do you say?" Sydney pleaded.

I thought it over in my head. It would make perfect sense. "I still don't trust Sark and I don't think you should either .Keep your guard up. I'll help you. Where are you?" I asked.

"No! Dad, I'm not going to tell you. You need to stay there to keep us updated on what's going on there. I need you to start insisting hat you be included on missions. Make a big fuss. It'll bring attention to that branch and they don't want spotlights finding their jets." Sydney started.

"They have jets?" I asked confused.

---Sydney's POV---

"No, I was just using, because I said they were trying to fly in under the radar and never mind. So anyways, if the problem gets bier enough the NSA might investigate. They know that so therefore, they'll stop it before it gets to that point. They'll give in." I started. I was dressed in similar attire as yesterday since I had training again today.

"Not necessarily." Jack argued.

---Sark's POV---

I pushed open the door to the gym and found Sydney talking on the phone to someone. I was wearing something other than a suit for once. I was wearing gray sweatpants and a white wife beater.

"You need to be riding them harder than anyone ever has before." She yelled, turning around to face me.

I smirked, cocking one eyebrow. My smirk turned into a small smile as I noticed Sydney turning a light shade of red.

She covered the mouthpiece f the phone and whispered, "It's not what it sounds like." she insisted.

"I'm sure it's not." I answered, smirking.

Sydney, crossed her arms and continued her conversation.

I shook my head and took off my shirt as I began to work on my biceps.

---Sydney's POV---

"Ok. Uh huh." I answered, staring at Sark as he worked out. I had now completely tuned out my dad. I walked, with the phone in a limp hand, slowly towards Sark. I had reached him before he noticed me. Getting up he smirked as usual. "Like what you see?" he asked, extending out his hand towards my face.

"Sydney !" my dad yelled form the phone. I averted my gazed to the phone and replaced it by my ear as I turned and walked way from Sark.

"Sorry, I was, uh, I was talking to Sark. Ok, we'll talk then. Ok bye, love you too." I ended the call.

"You were talking to me?" Sark asked making his way over to me. "More like drooling over me."

"Don't get cocky. I just needed an excuse." I told him truthfully.

"Because you were ogling over me?" he asked, walking to the treadmill and setting it up.

"No, because , I, I needed to end the call, so we could begin my training." I lied.

"Really? If you were just telling your dad about what your doing here, then why didn't you just tell him you had to go train?" Sark asked, wrapping up his hands as he began to hit the punching bag.

"Hey, how come your not in a suit? I thought that was all you had in your closet." I changed the subject.

Sark smirked as he continued to hit the bag.

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be training. Don't tell me, your losing your touch." I jeered.

Sark sighed, unwrapping his hands. He walked up towards me his fingertips tracing the side of my face. "Nope, I can still read what's on your mind."

"Really? What is on my mind?" I persisted.

"Me-" Sark started.

"Of course you're on my mind. I'm talking to you." I defended quickly.

"and my body." Sark finished.

"Just ways to kick it's ass." I lied. "So, I'm, I'm, I'm gonna go start with the treadmill now."

"Interesting." Sark noted, pulling up a folding chair to sit in.

An hour later

I hoped off the treadmill and quickly wrapped up my hands. I waited as Sark took his place behind the punching bag before I began punching and kicking it.

30 minutes later

I collapsed on the ground, with a little bit more energy than I had had yesterday. Sark had left to retrieve some water for me. He told me, that we were moving on to the next part. I banged my head against the wall as I closed my eyes.

"You okay?" someone asked, gently lifting my head up.

I opened my eyes, staring directly into Sark's hypnotic eyes. "Yea fine." There was something in his eyes. An emotion she hadn't seen before in it. Concern. Sark had been concerned about her. But why? She had been in far worse conditions than this. He silently handed her, her water bottle as she gulped it down.

"You've got 30 minutes to rest before I come back here and we have to start one of the last parts of the training." he told me.

"The last parts?" I asked confused.

"Yea, there are other parts, but we're skipping them because we both know you can still easily do those." he answered, sitting down beside me.

I turned my head to look at him. "Sark? Why are you doing this? Seriously, tell me, and hold the bullshit."

He turned his head to face me. "You already know that your one of the only agents who actually make it challenging to retrieve items when I'm on missions. So, when I noticed the Circumstance attempting to fly in under the radar I knew I had to give my opponent a fighting chance. If there's gonna be anyone to take you guys down I wanted it to be me. I couldn't tell you upfront because then you'd go to the CIA and it'd be too obvious that they would know something was up. I needed to make sure that there was the element of surprise. And there will be."

"You never did tell me why you aren't in a suit." I persisted curiously.

"I intended to come here to workout. I did not plan on working out in my suit. I was held up so I couldn't come earlier and then when I walked in there you were. Ready for your training." he responded.

I rested my head on his bare shoulder. "Hey Sark, where did Sarah go?" I asked.

He glanced down at me. "Sarah who?"

"That little play toy you had your mouth and tongue all over during our meeting." I refreshed his memory

"Your cute when your jealous." Sark answered, smirking.

"Where did she go?" I persisted.

"She's some new recruit." he answered, standing up.

"Oh." I replied, getting up, also.

"It just keeps getting smaller and smaller." Sark whispered into my ear.

"I didn't think that was a serious problem for most guys. I mean, it shrinks, but…" I trailed off.

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