A/N: I don't know Spanish. So, the quotes are in English. Just imagine they're all speaking Spanish in this chapter. Not sure if I should continue the story or leave it as it is...

The song: If We Ever Meet Again by Timbaland ft. Katy Perry


1930 hours, Mexico, Jalisco, Puerto Vallarta

Work done, Esmeralda was sitting on a bench watching the breathtaking sunset. Bella had arrived after lunch. The odour of a cheap perfume was following her more than ever. Esmeralda thought that the cause of it was a new boyfriend or boyfriends. But no, this time it was a boyfriend-to-be.

"So, you want me to go with you to the Zoo Nightclub to see a Latino playboy?" Esmeralda turned to Bella. The idea seemed dull. She could use that time better, in her lab for instance.

"It's a really nice place. I'm sure you dance there-"

"Yeah, on the pole, every night." Esmeralda glared at the girl, fed up with her image of the night queen. She didn't even know where that club was.

"Listen, you don't have to be there the whole time. Just until he's totally mine. Then, I dunno, you can go to the beach, it's across the street. I don't want to go there alone..." Bella tried to sound as pleading and convincing as she could. Esmeralda's altruism rang again and she agreed. It wouldn't be wise to let the girl go on her own. Besides, the last time she had spent a night in the club was with Richard. The professor got proper wasted and Esmeralda had to drag him back to his hotel. Still, she had fun.

"Okay! Let's gooo!" Bella took the lady under her arm.

Seventeen minutes passed and the two women were standing in front of the Zoo. The building...was a tiki again. What was wrong with this city? "Doesn't look very representative." Esmeralda sulked.

"It looks small but is quite long. They're going to open in 10 minutes."

"Until that, you could tell me more about your future boyfriend."

"I dunno how you can not know Diego Garcia, you know?" Hearing the one word used three times in one sentence made Esmeralda realize that it would be a very long night. "Neither do I."

"He's handsome. A singer and dancer! And sexy, smart, smexy! And we're going to have two kids. A boy and a girl." Bella was freaking out while the door got open.
"Well, congratulations." Esmeralda smirked, entering the club.

2000 hours, Zoo Nightclub, Puerto Vallarta

Bella's assurance that the club was long wasn't true. But it had its atmosphere and it was more important than the size. Esmeralda sat by the bar and ordered a glass of water. More and more people came around but not all of them were let in the club. Bella must have organized the entrance ticket. If she had been so eager in work as she was to chase men...

The long wait bore Bella so she entertained herself, dancing, drinking and flirting. Esmeralda was watching the whole fuss incognito. Senior Garcia was nowhere to see. The woman thought that he wouldn't turn up at all. "Heh, Diego...Garcia." That name rang a bell but she didn't know in which church. Maybe she had heard it in the telly or read in a newspaper. The only Diego she knew was Maradona. "Hola, seniorita." A familiar voice greeted her and she turned to be found face to face with her ex-commander. Of course he looked different, hair dyed to dark brown, face tanned, with five o'clock shadow. The always present sparkle in his eye stayed. With the half-open light blue shirt, cream jeans and patent leather shoes he did look impressive. He didn't resemble the military man he had been before but having a long crash on him, Esmeralda recognized him in no time. "Sk-Senior!"

"Just call me Diego. May I have this dance?" She agreed and Garcia gave the sign to the DJ to play the song he had chosen: If We Ever Meet Again.

"Prepared to the last detail, as usual." A smile crossed her face as she heard the lyrics of the song.

"I know you pay attention to words."

"And you pay it to actions."

"We complete each other." Diego whispered to Esmeralda's ear causing her to blush.

The party was hotting up. Esmeralda didn't know if it was the effect of their passionate dances, colourful drinks or simply the long separation but there was a big chemistry between her and Diego. At that moment both of them took a rest on a couch, the man holding her close.

"Diego? Are you still in character? I mean...is this Senior Garcia or...you know who. I need to know."

Diego sighed, it was time for an explanation. "There are rules in the army one can't overcome. My officer stated them clear. One of them was: 'No relationships with lower ranks. So, you see, it was the only possible way..."

"You leaked the photo out, didn't you?" Diego nodded. This was a quite unexpected turn-up. He was ready to put upside down their lives, so they could be together. Esmeralda smiled to that and leaned closer, kissing her ex-commander and new boyfriend. She broke the kiss as she heard someone rushing towards them. Pulled away and thrown on the table, she realized that she had forgotten about someone important...

"Bella!" In front of Esmeralda was standing a furious girl. Furious and a bit drunk, busy with pummelling the girl on the table and giving her names not really worth to be quoted. The security entered. Diego used the opportunity and picked Esmeralda up from the table and left the club with her, taking the back door.

"Fangirls..." He commented as they hit the street.

"It was your girlfriend-to-be."

"What the what?!"

"Nothing, nevermind. Your bodyguards entered just in time."

"Those men aren't my bodyguards. I can take care of myself."

"Sure you can...What will we do now?"

"I'm stationed in the Rosita Hotel...but maybe you have other options?"

Esmeralda smiled, coming up with options was that one thing she was good at.

The stats for her went like this that night: one new lover, one new enemy.

0700 hours, Seniorita Esmeralda Ramirez's attic flat, Puerto Vallarta, Day 2

Slowly opening his eyes a blonde man looked around a flat. He reached the conclusion that it was his flat. He noticed the black wig on the floor and tried to recall if he had locked the door. It would be quite troublesome if the landlord would enter the flat, expecting to see a full-dressed and fully awaken single woman. However, he would see two naked guys in one bed. He would definitely think something dirty. And he would be right.

"I would send you to the moon and you would build a lab there." The blonde turned to look at the man who was lying next to him.

"People are not able to live on the moon."

"You could."

"Not without you."

After a moment of silence the blonde burst out laughing. The brown-haired looked at him questioningly.

"The plan was different. You should end up having two kids, a boy and a girl."