Ch. 2

Sands sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He had been sitting in it so much that the hospital might as well put his office name tag on it. He rubbed the back of his neck and fell into a train of thought. You see, when Sands lost his sight, there wasn't much to distract him in a quiet room. So, it gave him a lot of time and opportunity to think.

Sands tried to go back to the memory of seeing Christine for the first time. He smiled slightly at the blessed memory of her climbing in the back seat of his Lexus.

Christine got situated quickly and straightened out her pants' leg. She leaned back and scuffed up her hair with her fingers. Sands looked at her through the rear view mirror expectantly with a smirk on his face. Chris stopped and smiled.

"Oh. Hello! Sorry, my hair got a little poofy by the wind."

Sands smirk quickly changed into a grin. Chris grinned back on impulse.

"I swear, I don't have lice."

Sands scoffed and nodded.

"Good...What about dandruff. I don't want your dead skin all on my leather seats, now."

Chris laughed out loud and shook her head.

"No! No dandruff, no flaky skin, no nothing'! I assume you're Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands?"

Sands grinned and turned around in his seat to face her.

"The one and only ma'am. And i assume you're Christine Erica Johnson, am i right?"

Chris smiled and stuck her hand out in front of her.

"That is correct, Agent Sands."

Sands shook her hand and nodded.

"Alright, scoot your big ass over or we'll be fighting'," a young woman hollered from the car door. Chris looked up to the dark skinned lady and smirked.

"Sure Rashoni, but whatcha gonna do if I don't?"

Rashoni smirked with her bright purple lips.

"I'll just do this!" Quickly, Rashoni swung through the small car door opening and bumped into Chris.

When Rashoni picker herself up from on top of Chris, she looked down and frowned.

"You didn't even move!" She punched Chris in the shoulder, "It's that damn big behind of yours. I'm blacker than you and I can't even be blessed with a little booty...It's wrong, my nigga!"

Sands was completely shocked at Rashoni's little display. he cleared his throat slightly and rubbed his jaw bone. Chris laughed and spoke up.

"Sorry about that. This is Agent Rashoni Fields, my best friend and partner in crime!" Rashoni looked up and raised her hand. "Hi."

Sands nodded to her and chuckled. The shotgun car door opened and in came a man in his mid 40's with grey hair.

"And this is Charley Geller, the head of the agency in Miami. They wanted to make sure I got a...nice lookin' office." Chris grinned as Charley clicked on his seat belt.

Gellar turned to Sands and put his hand out. "Sands..."

Sands shook it and nodded. "Gellar...Let's get going now. I'm hungry."

"That's not a half bad idea, I'm starved." Chris murmured to Rashoni. She nodded and added, "Damn plane food," that made everyone crack up.

As Sands drove, he couldn't help but look in the mirror at Chris. She was so different from any other woman he had seen or known. She didn't look sluttish but she seemed to have her quirks. She was actually funny and outgoing.
She wasn't stunning, gorgeous, glamorous, but her eyes were the ones that got you hooked. They were a magnificent color of gray and green combined, with blue surrounding her pupils. He also noticed that her irises seemed to be outlined by one thick black line that made them stick out the way they did. She wore bluish, grayish eye shadow and black mascara/eyeliner that intensified her eyes to a full 100.

'Yah,' Sands thought, 'She's pretty.' But his inner thoughts from the back of his head kept making him look in more...profound areas.

'My God!' Sands screamed in his head as he glanced at her D-DD cup sized breasts.

'Okay, I change my mind. That woman's sexy as hell...'

Sands thoughts were interrupted y Rashoni's raspy voice.

"Where are we going?" She said, her tone full of curiosity.

"Uh...How do you like Mexican?" He asked.

"Ugh, I hate Mexican..." She groaned and leaned back again.

'Shit!' Sands thought as he frowned.

"You can have a burger then. Let's go!" Chris stated from the back.

Sands looked for permission from Gellar and he shrugged.

"Fine with me."

Sand smirked, "Okay then, Mexican it is..."