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CHAPTER II

Chuck sat up, shirt soaked. Removing the sheets, he placed his feet on the cold floor alleviating how he felt just a bit. Slipping off his damp shirt he opened up the Morgan door to catch a faint breeze blowing through the courtyard. Looking back, he saw the time it read 3:27 a.m. He hadn't awakened in the middle of the night in months. Counting it as a blessing, granting all that was going on in his head. But after the last few months since, he was almost taken to an underground facility, waking up in the middle of the night, he knew something had happened or was going to happen. It almost felt like he had lost something. Turning around he sat on the edge of his window sill with his back again the open window. Scanning his room, something was gnawing at him and this time sleep wouldn't solve it.

Sarah arrived at the designated meeting spot as Beckman had arranged. Doing her initial protocol, scanning exits, people and other threats, Sarah tossed her carry on next to her and pulled up a chair and sat down. It was almost 6 a.m. and the sun was already shining bright. She was glad that she wore a lighter shirt as the humidity was not like this back in LA. Looking at her watch, Chuck crossed her mind as she hoped that he was sleeping and safe. A waitress came out with a menu.

"Buenos días."

"Buenos días." Sarah replied.

"Qué puedo conseguirte?"

"What can you get me?"

Sarah looked at the menu. "Coffee and eggs. Café y unos huevos."

"Sí."

The waitress left then came back with a pot of hot coffee pouring a cup for Sarah. 10 minutes later the waitress returned again with her eggs. As Sarah finished her eggs and second cup of coffee, the small establishment was getting busy. A small crowd exited a bus that had stopped on the corner near where she was sitting, blowing dust in Sarah's direction. As the dust settled and the crowd dispersed towards her, Sarah noticed a hand placing a manila envelope on her table. The person smiled casually as Sarah got a glimpse of the person she was supposed to meet. He was taller than his picture presented but a face never lies. Sliding the envelope under the table Sarah opened up the one end pulling out a file that Beckman said would arrive as soon as she arrived. Paying for her meal. Sarah got up sliding the envelope into the side pocket of her bag. Hailing a cab, she put her sunglasses on and had the driver take the long way to her hotel room, just incase. As the cab pulled up to her off the beat hotel room. Sarah paid the cab and paid two weeks in advance at the hotel desk. Hoping not to stay any longer. But would two weeks be long enough to get her act together and return to Chuck. Hopefully having a good enough excuse to why she left.

Sarah unlocked her door and quickly rearranged her room to provide the most of her stay and to give her some protection if she was ever compromised. Crouching down near the vent by her bed she unscrewed the screws and took her phone and shone the light inside. Seeing that the vent was secure she left the grate leaning against the wall as she walked over to grab the envelope. Opening it again Sarah pulled the file out and sat down at the small table by the window. Keeping the curtains closed the sheer material still gave enough light but covered the window. Flipping the file open she started to read.

CIA vrs Medellin cartel 1980's

Carlos Lehder was one of the founding members of Muerte a Secuestradores ("MAS"), a paramilitary group whose focus was to retaliate against the kidnappings of cartel members and their families by the guerrillas. His motivation to join the MAS was to retaliate against the M-19 guerrilla movement, which, on November 19, 1981, attempted to kidnap him for a ransom; Lehder managed to escape from the kidnappers, though he was shot in the leg. He was one of the most important MAS and Medellin Cartel operators, and is considered to be one of the most important Colombian drug kingpins to have been successfully prosecuted in the United States

Born

Carlos Enrique Lehder Rivas

September 7, 1949 (age 68)

Armenia, Colombia

Nationality

Colombian, German

Occupation

Drug trafficker Medellín Cartel,

Criminal charge

Murder, kidnapping, drug trafficking

Criminal penalty

Life imprisonment plus 135 years

Criminal status

Incarcerated

Sarah flipped the next page as the background meant nothing to her except that this Carlos guy was the one who started the group. Sarah continued to flip through the file coming to her mark. Though he wasn't connected to Carlos Lehder his Grandfather was. Both the CIA and DEA wanted him, but Sarah couldn't figure out why the DEA wanted him, when he had no history with the Cartel. From what she remembered from Beckman's earlier comments, the CIA was running out of time and they needed something in order to keep control of the mission. Sarah grabbed a notepad and started writing. Making her notes and looking at surveillance photos of the last few years, her mark Sergio Manuel was living a pretty straight and carefree life. A few speeding tickets and false arrests but nothing to make it stick legally. Sarah tossed out the idea that maybe Sergio wasn't the man they needed to look at but maybe someone in his inner circle. Someone that the DEA wanted but couldn't get until the had control over the mission. Grabbing the DEA file that her contact nicely left her, Sarah opened the file to see lists of names that had been crossed out or eliminated because of lack of intel. Sarah scrolled to the bottom of the list. Seeing the name a few times she circled the name and knew that he was the one to make contact with. This man would be her new mark. Grabbing her phone, she dialed into Beckman to plead her case. If she got Beckman on board that might grant them some more time and prevent the DEA from taking over.

"So, your certain that Ramon Miguel Angel is the key to mission?

"Yes General. From what my contact here has given me, Angel was detained but not arrested on several raids when other who were with him were. I am guessing that he had men on the inside and played the part of the victim so that wouldn't be found out. I also believe that the DEA knows who he really is and can't get to him, because we are on the case. I also think that money speaks volumes down here."

"Ok Sarah. I will send some cash down to you and I will let my people know of the new intel and we will go with what you have now and at least that gives us a few days or even weeks before the DEA knows what's going on."

"Thank you General."

Sarah closed her phone and tossed it on the bed. Looking at her watch she decided to go for a little walk. And maybe get some food at the same time.

Later that morning

Casey pounded on the window, causing Chuck to sit up in bed. He had just back to sleep after waking up thinking of someone. Yelling from the window. "We leave in 15 minutes Bartowski."

Chuck looked at his clock again. Now he knew why Sarah would throw knives at hers. Begrudgingly he got up, showered and changed. Grabbing a bagel on the way out would be his breakfast. One benefit of living with doctors. They always brought good food from the hospital well most times Chuck lucked out, but a bagel would have to do.

Casey revved his engine showing Chuck his impatient attitude and the fact that he hated to be late for work, even if it was only the Buy More.

Chuck barely got the door closed and his seatbelt on before Casey sped down the street. Arriving at the Buy More, Chuck instinctively looked over to the Orange Orange. Not seeing her car, he shrugged it off and started his shift. By the time Chuck was able to have a break it was too late to see if Sarah had shown up for work. Wondering why he cared if she showed up for work or not but as the days went on curiosity got the best of him.

Seeing his moment Chuck hunted down Casey who was in the back, stacking inventory. Walking in his nervousness got the best of him as he stroked his tie. A sound barely left his lips before Casey chided. "What do you want Bartowski?"

Preventing the evitable Chuck looked up. "Have you seen Sarah? I noticed that her car hasn't been in the parking lot and we haven't had any missions of late – not that I am complaining or anything."

Casey rolled his eyes. Stepping down from the ladder. "Don't know, don't care."

Shocked by his reply. "But! We haven't been on any missions and well you seem to suffer from trigger finger withdrawal…so I was wondering how you felt about this hiatus."

Casey turned towards Chuck. "Don't know don't…."

"Care."

"Exactly."

Chuck not pleased with his answer. "What about the team? What happens to us, if Sar…?"

Casey put down the box that he was carrying. "Worst case scenario?"

Chuck looked at him. "Out of courtesy."

"Maybe a 49B?"

"A 49 what?"

Casey picked up the box and gave a slight smirked grunt and left the room.

Chuck mouthed 49B then watched as Casey left.

Chuck sat at his computer after a long day at the Nerd Herd desk, he had to put in his time down in Castle. This was the first time that Casey and he weren't elbow to elbow. Chuck knew that Sarah's absence was finally getting to Casey but not knowing why or where she was, Casey was a bit too hands on.

Pouring himself another cup of coffee he logged onto his email, with the slight hope that maybe Sarah left something or wrote something. But this time Morgan had dominated him with gaming forwards. Logging off he switched to his CIA email. After some decrypting and I am not a robot add ons, Chuck clicked on his email. Beckman and other CIA officials had sent him some generic and some top-secret emails but most of them were already in his head. Deleting and responding to a few, Chuck highlighted and clicked trash. One remaining email that missed the trash bin caught his eye. Clicking on the file and decrypting the file. Chuck was glad that he had added a program that would catch any discrepancies in any file that were sent by Beckman just in case the files were bugged or had viruses embedded in them. Chuck's efforts paid off as the last email's subject line was tagged. Making sure the file was safe, he opened it and noticed a subtle glitch at the bottom of the page. Similar to a cursor or hidden box. As the file opened Chuck started to flash, names, dates and alias popped up. The location of Castle, John Casey's missions and Sarah's as well. Chuck knew that this was some serious info. Sending the file to print because Casey wouldn't believe him and if he logged off he might not get this info back.

Watching the papers shoot out from the printer Chuck, grabbed the pile and sat back.

"Now what." Chuck said to himself. He knew that what he had just found out was important and whoever sent the file knew that whoever found it would not let it go. Was it Beckman? Was it someone else that knew that Chuck would eventually find it? Chuck knew that if he flashed on it Casey would have to believe him. But he needed more proof than just an email.

Chuck knew that Sarah was gone and that this 49B could happen or whatever number it was. Beckman's superiors wouldn't let Casey be alone for too long to watch him, so he had to work fast. To get Sarah back but how?

Chuck headed home and locked himself in his room as he hacked into the CIA data base and telecommunications. Basically, Chuck hacked into Beckman's phone and emails to see who had called her or sent emails, maybe get an idea on where Sarah might have gone. Highly illegal without a warrant. Chuck worked fast and quickly fast forwarding through her conversations - hearing less important calls to very top-secret missions that made him flash more than he could count. And to hear that she meets with Condoleezza Rice for cosmos, changed his mind on how he saw Beckman. Assuming that Beckman had no life beyond her desk. Chuck finally clicked on a conservation that got his attention. Chuck looked at the stamp and it was dated shortly after he had uploaded the fulcrum files. Chuck replayed the conversation. The words burned his soul. The Bartowski's are getting a divorce. It wasn't the fact that the words came from Beckman but the fact that Sarah never said anything. No explanation to why the mission went like it did. No clarification nothing. The fact that she accepted Beckman's final words. Chuck listened some more but the final nail was nailed when he heard Sarah specifically ask for a new assignment. 'Why?' Chuck got up and threw his chair. Knocking a hole in the wall. Needing air and seeing no reason to alert Casey, he took his watch off and snuck out the Morgan door. Hearing what Casey was listening to, he knew he had a few hours before Casey would be checking on him. Walking the streets that he had walked with Sarah many times, the conversation replayed in his mind. The last mission, the time at the house, 'their' house. Chuck eventually sat down on bench over looking the neighbourhood and his mind was drawn to the night that they had ordered in. How things progressed and felt, her skin, her breath on his skin, her touch. How her lips fit his. Then like glass being smashed, the broken pieces were the silence words Sarah never spoke.

Despite constantly thinking of Sarah even after hearing what he heard. The thought of and high possibility of getting a new handler based on Casey's comments freaked Chuck out. Chuck tried to hold on to the idea that Sarah just needed time. Like we all do when things get crazy. A well Sarah deserved a holiday just like Chuck did. The fact that she never said anything and what he heard from the recordings lessen the empathy he had for her. The next day and getting back before Casey checked on him. Chuck started another shift, but he was there only in body. Chuck sat at the Nerd herd desk zoning in and out and rethinking the last day or so. Until a voice snapped him out of his inner silence. Flashing on the voice he stood up knowing that the owner was near by. Leaving the Nerd Herd desk Chuck walked around inventively listening to the voices of the busy Buy More. Looking well more listening to find the right owner. As the voice continued, Chuck stopped in his tracks as images of Sarah's mission years ago resurfaced and unlike before these flashes were more specific, than the last flash and added to the other threat. As Chuck continued to flash Casey noticed that Chuck hadn't moved in some time. Seeing the reason why Casey ran over and quickly stood in front of Chuck trying to block on lookers staring and asking questions. When Chuck came to, Casey somewhat concerned in his own way asked what was going on. Chuck just pointed to someone leaving the Buy More. "You flashed on them?"

Chuck nodded. Casey ran to the door missing the person Chuck flashed on, not seeing anyone. Casey walked back grabbing Chuck by the arm and headed back to the security room. Sitting Chuck down, Casey pulled up another chair and pulled up the last few seconds of the security feed. Casey started with rewinding the feed from when he arrived at the door. Seeing only a few people, Casey waited for Chuck to say which one he thought it might be. Switching to a facial feed, Casey found the right person as the two of them watch this person from the time they left to the time they entered the store. But as they watched they could tell that the person knew where the cameras where and avoided those areas. Chuck knew that it was a waste of time. Casey grunted. "Not yet Bartowski."

Casey switched the feed to show another set of cameras that were installed after a few close calls with intruders coming into Buy More looking for Chuck. "I put these in just in case the bad guy shot out the main feeds."

"Smart idea."

"Always."

Casey rewound the feed and Chuck was able to get a better look at the person. Though their face was covered by their hood, Chuck did flash on a ring that was on their right hand. Chuck's flash again opening up more intel on Sarah's Paris mission. Casey zoomed in when Chuck pointed to the still image. The hand definitely belonged to a woman. Chuck relayed his flash to Casey as Casey took snapshots of the feed. Printing the photo Casey and Chuck headed to Castle. Chuck scanned the photos and had to come clean to Casey about his hacking into Beckman calls and the email.

Not being able to sleep once he got home, he looked at the pictures that were printed, and the pile he had printed yesterday. This time his anger, this hurt allowed him to focus on getting the answers he needed but he didn't expect to see what he saw and what he now had. Chuck doubled checked and rechecked just to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. He knew that when he flashed, it meant something but why this, why now and why specifically Sarah's past. He didn't want to lose a digit or a limb. If he was wrong and disrupted Casey for no reason. He was a dead man.

Chuck stepped out the Morgan door and tried to sneak over to Casey's. As Chuck raised his hand to knock Casey opened the door. "This better be good Bartowski."

Casey took the news as was expected. But the word moron wasn't a part of his respond. "Your lucky Bartowski that you didn't get caught and frankly I'm impressed." Chuck smiled. But his smile died quickly when Casey looked at him. "But it was stupid." Chuck wonder what just happened. One moment he's impressed and the next he wasn't. Casey sat back knowing that the lecture was coming. "Chuck it was stupid in the fact that you didn't come to me first."

"I was, well I didn't want to hear from you that you would say that my lady feelings got in the way, but this time they might be what we need."

Casey walked to the kitchen returning with two glasses of Johnny Black. Chuck grabbed one and nodded a thank you. "So why would Sarah's Paris mission come up again and why now. Then the person with the ring."

"That's what we need to figure out."

"I'll look into her contacts you look into the mission and see what you find."

Casey gave Chuck access that was above his pay grade. But the window was limited. Casey didn't want the all-seeing eye to know that they were snooping around. Casey also didn't want Beckman to know quite yet, well till they had something concrete.

Chuck scanned the files and printed what he could print. But many of Sarah's old missions were redacted. Scanning a few he hoped to maybe put the pieces together.

Chuck knew from his previous flash a year ago that her mission was to infiltrate an arms dealer at a consulate dinner. Supposedly poisoning them. So, Chuck resorted into looking at the coroners report just because. And because it was one file that not many people would look into especially the CIA. Chuck looked up the names of those who died to what the CIA report had stated on their report, cross referencing the lists. Chuck looked at the list of all the names. 5 men and 3 women checked out except the last two names – one French/Italian and the other or Mexican. But the coroners report only received 4 men and 2 women. The first name Chuck flashed identifying the person not on the coroners report was the wife of Rafael del Rosario who died and the second was Francisco Javier who was his body guard. Chuck brought up a file photo of the two triggering more flashes. As well as Sarah's alias Elana Truffaut. Chuck knew his time was running out on Casey's free pass, but he still had a lot to find out. Casey came back as the time locked him out. Chuck's last search he typed in the name Rafael del Rosario, getting his info. The seconds counted down as he waited for the name of his wife. Maria del Rosario. Chuck ran his hands through his hair. Taking a deep breath. Seeing that Casey pulled up a chair and grabbed the papers that Chuck had found, he scanned them. "Looks like your wish for a mission might come sooner than you thought."

Chuck gave a slight smile, but it scared him to what they were getting themselves into or the fact she might not know what she has gotten herself into. Chuck got up and walked over to Casey's whiteboard and started writing down what he knew. Trying to connect the dots. Sarah's absence, the flashing on them and her old missions were now making sense or at least connecting to some degree. Stepping back and tapping his upper lip with the white board marker he turned and went to the phone. Casey swooped down and covered Chuck's hand with his. "Don't call her."

"And why not?"

"You don't want to compromise Sarah by calling. Plus, if she is truly on a mission then we have to find out from Beckman."

Chuck removed his hand from the phone desperately wanting to call Sarah and warn her but stepped back and trusted Casey on what their next step would be. They had to be truthful but not give all of it away. Picking up the phone. "Its better to ask for forgiveness than permission."

Chuck and Casey waited as Beckman finally came on the screen. "Good evening gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

"General." Casey looked at Chuck. "We want to bring to your attention that Chuck flashed on someone who's voice triggered a flash. We were unable to get a facial recognition, but we feel that further investigation is required."

"Whose name came up."

Chuck grabbed the paper with the name. Casey knew if Beckman was familiar with Sarah's Paris mission she'd stop any further investigation. And if the name didn't trigger anything they were good. Casey said the name of the body guard and waited for a respond. Casey then gave the name of the wife. Still nothing.

Beckman finally okayed the continuation of the two – giving them access to what they needed. The two said their goodbyes and signed off. Chuck looked at Casey. "Now what?"

"Where did you say Sarah was?"

"I'm guessing South America based on her flight."

"Her flight?"

Chuck lowered his head as to not get himself in any more trouble. "Yeah I hacked into the LAX's data base and got into their CCTV feeds and waited which flight she went on. Then I hacked into the flight's manifest. She landed in Mexico City. But I don't think she is there. But she's close."

Casey stood back. "Okay, I'll call some of my contacts down there and see if they have seen or heard anything. At least knowing someone down there, they can have eyes on Walker. Those words were exactly what Chuck needed to hear. That someone would be there looking out for Sarah. "If she is on a mission, then she's probably in deep or getting pretty close. For Beckman to put Sarah on a mission this fast it is either an on going mission or one that needs to be saved?"

"Saved?"

Casey headed towards his hidden armory. "What do you mean saved?"

Casey knew that Chuck wouldn't understand the logistics of any CIA or NSA mission, but he had to respect the man. "For an agent to go into a mission mid way – means that whoever was on the mission has exhausted all their leads or they are dead."

"What are you saying?"

"Like I said. If she is in deep. Undercover, she's probably there to get rid of the garbage."

Give me a few days to find out something then we can leave. Casey grabbed his bag, ready to leave at any moment.

A WEEK LATER

Chuck recalled how Casey left things after finding out that Sarah's mission might be compromised, adding to his this already highly stressed situation. It added to the many more questions that he had no answers for. Packing up the files and his bag he headed up stairs of Castle. Heading to airport, they submitted a requisition for an install and would be gone a few days. The rest would be a fake holiday – that even Morgan couldn't dispute. And having Sarah already MIA it made sense.

On the flight Chuck went over his files on Sarah's last mission in Paris. This was prior to their meeting so getting to know the Sarah he knew now was a bit bitter sweet, as his report painted a less perfect image of his Sarah. The one he obviously had feeling for. But he remembered one thing she said when they first met. She told him not to believe her but to trust her. So, he had to trust her whether he wanted to or not. As he sighed deeply he resumed looking at the files. Tossing the ideas around in his head as the flight took off heading south. 'Why would someone associated with Rafael del Rosario be after her now and why come to LA. How would they know that Sarah was in LA and why look for her at the Buy More? Just as Chuck tossed his questions around in his head. Casey's phone went off alerting him of someone in or around the Buy More. Casey pulled his phone out. This time it was the Orange Orange. Casey opened the link and now they finally had a face to go with their names. Maria del Rosario and Francisco Javier her husband's body guard. The one that was spared. But why?

Chuck looked at Casey's phone. "If they knew she worked at the Orange Orange then it won't take them long to find her in South America."

Chuck sat back. "Just hope we find her first."

PUEBLA MEXICO

Chuck had to find out more about Sarah's mission to Paris. The when, the whys', and who authorized it. The worst of them was who could possibly be the one that is after her now. Chuck looked at the redacted file and wondered who blackened the details on such a mission, who wanted to keep the events of that night secret and who's ass they were trying to safe. Definitely not Sarah's. Chuck was glad that he had the computer skills that he had needed and the intersect as it gave him a full deck of avenues and free reign to get intel when needed. Thanks to Casey's limited access and the flashes he was able to a better picture.

Sarah quickly made her presence known and if she had to off a few bad guys in the process or temporarily disable them she would. She had to get Ramon Miguel Angel to notice her and finally the opportunity arrived. Her contact Juan Carlos finally made his presence known as well. He reminded her a lot of Bryce in how he walked, talked and if she had not had given her thoughts and feelings for one Charles Bartowski she could have easily been swooned. But Juan was all work and though the thought of getting the infamous Sarah Walker in bed wouldn't be worst thing happen to him. He respected her and from what he got from Beckman. She was true to her character as one could be.

Juan picked Sarah up after dropping a dark purple evening dress to her hotel. They had only one night to make an impression. To get Ramon Miguel Angel to notice them, or better yet notice Sarah. But Sarah couldn't do it alone. A black escalade pulled up to the house of Ramon. An invite only get together. Juan had to pull a few strings to get them inside. As they approached the stairs Juan turned to Sarah reaching for her hand as they ascended the stairs. "May I say you look very beautiful." Sarah smiled. She wasn't sure if he was saying it because of their cover of the fact that she found him quite handsome in his own way as well. She opted to take the compliment as just a compliment. "Why thank you. You look quite dapper yourself. Nice choice on the dress. Was it hard to get a hold of?" As Sarah looked down at the dress. "Not really I have contacts."

Both smiling, Sarah slid her arm inside his as they approached the main doors. It was a warm evening so the doors were open with two tall security guards manning the doors. The room was full of many types of people. Some familiar faces that she had seen since arriving and many new faces. Scantly dressed females and heavy jewelled males lined the halls and padded chairs. Juan grabbed two tall glasses of champagne as the waitress walked passed them. Walking into the inner circle the music played in the back ground – a mix of dance and Spanish riffs. They continued to walk the outer circle checking out the exits and who were carrying and where Ramon would be. Seeing a small entourage of people, they knew he was close. Sarah also noticed some faces that were in her files especially Sergio Manuel who Sarah thought might not be who the DEA thinks he is. Or even Ramon for that matter. One of the two men were clean, she just had to find out which one. Whether they had ties with Cartel or not. The DEA wanted them and any slip up on her part the game was over.

Juan and Sarah mingled and as the evening progressed – they took over the dance floor. The dancing would make any one hearts melt and would cause them to shout. "Get a room."

The onlookers reminded her of the mission where Bryce had arrived, and they ended up dancing and how she wished that it was Chuck dancing with her like that. She knew Bryce made him uncomfortable on the dance floor. She wasn't blind. Even if Chuck didn't know that she was watching him. But a mission is a mission even if you don't understand or agree. Sarah grabbed Juan's hand and headed to a table as they continued to play the part. Juan slid his hand up the side of Sarah's leg stopping shy of her left cheek. Sarah nestled her face inside his neck. Allowing others to think that they were having a bit more fun. But Sarah's closeness allowed her to watch Ramon without making it obvious and allow him full access. When the time was right she whispered for Juan to get up and make it look like he was going to get them something more to drink. Sarah sat back fixing her dress and casually looking around. Juan walked over to the bar making sure his ear piece was working. Juan watched as Ramon left his spot and walked by.

Juan spoke softly into his mic as Ramon headed towards Sarah. Sarah slid her hand behind her ear cupping her ear with her wrist to respond in her watch. "Ok, here we go."

Sarah kept her spy coolness as she waited for the right time. Grabbing her small purse – effortless in one swoop her purse fell to the floor just as Ramon eyes hit Sarah's direction. Continuing not to notice Ramon walked up and grabbed the purse brushing his arm slightly on Sarah's leg. Sarah turned to look as Ramon crouched beside her slowly reaching upwards with his arm with purse in tow. As Sarah grabbed her purse from his hand Ramon stood up. Sarah swung around and uncrossed her legs – giving him a look at her physique. Ramon smiled. "Your purse ma'am."

"Why thank you." Letting go Ramon started to walk away. Juan looked up. "We blew it."

"Hang on." As Sarah's words left her lips. Ramon turned on his heels. "You American?" "Yes."

"Well welcome to Mexico."

"Thank you."

"You alone?" Like he knew she wasn't.

"No, my date is at the bar."

Returning Ramon sat down. "You know, you shouldn't be alone in a place like this?"

"No?"

"Not for someone as beautiful as you are?"

Sarah smiled again, saying thankyou. "Your most kind."

"Business or pleasure."

"It depends."

Intrigued, leaning in. "Depends?"

"Yeah. Whether I get pleasure from doing business."

Ramon swallowed hard. "What do you do for a living?"

Sarah wanted to tell him that she was a CIA agent here to bring him and his organization. Sarah looked at Juan who if on cue returned with their drinks. Ramon got up as Juan leaned in giving Sarah her drink. Ramon shook Juan's hand. "Again, welcome to Mexico." Then walked away. Juan and Sarah each took sip of their drinks and waited. They knew that it wasn't over. 20 minutes later one of Ramon goons came towards them with a folded piece of paper. Sarah smiled and took the paper sliding her other hand under the wrist of the goon. Opening it slowly, she read the note then folded it slipping the note just inside her cleavage. She knew that Ramon was watching. Giving the goon her answer. "Drink up."

Juan took a big swig of his drink standing and grabbing Sarah's hand, kissing it as she stood. Hand in hand they left the room. Reaching the stairs Sarah retrieved the note not to touch it more than she needed to. Opening it she read it again 149 Carr Paso de Cortes. 2 p.m.

Juan took Sarah to a safe house that the CIA was using. Sarah passed the note to a junior CIA agent. They waited in the next room. Juan gave up his coat to cover Sarah's shoulders as her appearance was a bit distracting. Served coffee the two waited and listened to the feed that was activated. Sarah's ability to act oblivious and sexy at the same time gave her the opportunity to plant a tracker on the goon. They had a small window before the tracker fell off or they loss contact. Juan listened in and watched the tracker bounce its way through the streets of Puebla. Getting a locked location and a rough idea on where they were gave them a bit more to go on than before. Making a plan and sending out a crew to do surveillance. They called it a night even if it was around 4 am. Sarah returned to her hotel. Taking the necessary precautions and the long way back. Showering and changing- she crawled into bed. Sliding her gun under her pillows- she pulled out a small reminder. Starring at the image – she knew she had to get back. She missed him, his smile, his laugh, his touch. Just to be with him and not say anything meant the world to her. It was a cowardly way to leave but not knowing what to do, she left knowing that the CIA and real life never really played nice together.