When Lin got out from the bathroom, Sands was on the middle of the bed, taking apart his gun and cleaning it. She looked at him and she realized by the way his hands moved, with certainty and ease, that he has done that action before so many times that it became an automatism.

"The bathroom is free if you want to use it" she said to him, trying to contain a smile, knowing that he will be able to detect it in her voice. He didn't have to know the strange and powerful attraction he was casting over her, it was of the utmost importance that he wouldn't be able to figure out the effect he had on her because if he did, all would have been lost for her.

She went to the door and verified that it was locked, then she dragged the coffee table in front of it and took a glass and put it on the edge of the table so if someone would have opened the door, even if it would have been done slowly the glass would fall and brake on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Sands asked her, stopping his actions and turning his head towards her.

"I'm making sure that we won't be taken by surprise." She replied while moving to the window and checking the way it was opening.

"You really should stop watching horror movies if this is the effect they have on you." Sands chuckled.

"I'm not trying to ward off the boogie man, Sands. Unless my memory is failing, I've been shot before by some guys who were looking for you. Assuming that they are still looking for you and for me too, my actions are not excessive. I'm on neutral ground here, I have to make sure that I've got safety measures." She answered ranting, but keeping her voice down.

"I can assure you that I would hear anyone getting near the room. Calm down!"

"I am calm. And you wouldn't be able to hear anyone sneaking around, not with this rain on the background. Anyway, I'm done. Move over, I want to sleep." She said pulling at the blanket that he was sitting on. "I don't care about what you're doing, I want to sleep, I drove for six hours and I've got a bullet hole in my shoulder, I deserve some rest." She continued when she saw Sands opening his mouth, trying to fight with her.

"You are a pain in the butt." He said, but still moved to make room for her.

"I know you like me. Goodnight!" she whispered, getting under the blanket and turning her back to him, snuggling the pillow.

Sands smirked and then he continued putting his gun back together, listening her breath getting deeper.


"Wake up, princess!" Sands whispered urgently to Lin's ear.

She mumbled and pulled the blanket higher over her face. Sands shook her more vigorously, but she slapped his hand away and kept her eyes closed.

"That's it!" Sands said getting away from the bed and going in the bathroom, a few moments later he came out with a glass full of water, he stopped next to the bed and he threw all the water over Lin's sleeping form.

She shot up from under the blanket "I'm going to kill you Sands, a horrible death, a slow and painful death, you stupid fuck!"

"Keep your voice down, sunshine. We've got company." He snarled.

"What?" she asked, her voice lower. She ran at the window and peeked outside. Two cars that weren't there last night. In one of them there was only one guy on the passenger sit, in the other there were four men, looking ready to raise hell.

"One of the drivers is probably in the reception area. There are five men in the cars right now. We have no way out, without firing some rounds. Or maybe we do …."

"Let me guess, you've got a plan!?" Sands said with doubt seeping in his voice.

"I always have a plan, agent. Here, get this clothes on!" She answered shoving some clothes on his arms. She took her t-shirt and pants of herself and she started getting dressed.

"What are these?" Sands asked picking up the shirt as if he could see it and his fashion sense wasn't approving.

"For fuck sake, get dressed. All of the sudden you're Gok Wan." Lin answered, while getting a black wig on. She then turned around and started lifting his t-shirt. "You're like a toddler. Get moving!" she whispered in a threatening tone. She took out another wig and gave it to Sands. "Put this on! I assure you it's very much in style, Rachel."

"What exactly is your plan, sugar-butt? Getting dressed like some tourist and getting out from here as if we just stopped for a night? I thought you were a genius." Sands ignored Lin's comments and attacked her with incredulity.

"No. No tourist would stop here. Prostitutes with clients would." She answered him, ignoring herself the slight jab he made to her intelligence.

After they were both wearing new clothes, they slowly approached the door. Sands opened it and got out, his guns hidden under his jacket and ready to be used if case need be. Lin followed him, making sure to act a little tipsy, giving herself a reason to hold on to him and steer him in the right direction.

They continued they're walk, the men in the cars were looking at them, curiously, but they weren't making any move. They weren't reaching for their guns, nor did they seem to recognize them.

When Sands and Catalina got to the car, she looked one more time at the cartel cars. The men inside were gawking at her, but it was expected, she was wearing, after all a very short and slutty dress, the type of dress that wouldn't leave much for the imagination.

"Let's go!" Lin whispered to Sands. She was sure that at least for the moment her ruse worked.

Sands got in the car behind the wheel. It would look strange if the hooker would drive and the client would sit in the passenger seat, so they had to pretend till they were out of their followers eyes. Lin got on the passenger seat and sighed.

"It was your plan, you know! I would have chosen to fill them up with lead." Sands said annoyed at her lack of confidence in his ability to drive and the fact that he knew she had a good reason to feel this way made him even more irked.

"Just shut up and drive. You have to stick it in reverse first. Then …" her mood wasn't in a much better place, she felt like she was leaving too much to chance, that she was losing control.

"I know how to drive, I also remember the position you parked the car. You just be my eyes when we have to get out from the parking lot." He snapped back at her, the air in the car full with electricity stemmed from their anger and frustration with each other, but mostly with the situation they were in.

Sands start the car and reversed then changed the directions of the tires and drove as if he could actually see. Catalina was looking ahead to make sure that they wouldn't crash, but in the same time she was throwing glances behind to make sure that they weren't being followed.

"Take it right a little, there's a bush." She said drily.

"How much is a little?" Sands asked aggravated.

Lin sighed once more and she grabbed the wheel, turning it slightly. "I think it would be safer if I steer."

"Not if they can see your hand!" Sands growled with exasperation.

"They can't see my hand if I keep it here. Well they can but they'll assume I'm doing something else with it, not that I'm holding the wheel." Catalina answered calmly while moving her hand at six a clock on the stirring wheel. "You just take care of the pedals." She continued softly.

Even though he was vexing her she couldn't stop feeling a little sad for him. She shook her head slightly to try to make her thoughts go away and she fixated her eyes on the road.

They managed to get out on the road and continued until they reached at the entrance of San Lucas de Ocampo, there Sands stopped the car and they exchanged seats.

"Make sure we reach El Paso these time!" he said, a slight threat in his voice.

"Don't threaten me. It's not my fault it poured last night. Also, you should remember that what I'm doing here is volunteer work. I can as easily dump you out of the car and be on my merry way." Lin answered him while keeping her eyes on the road.

Sands didn't respond, he got himself a cigarette and lit it up, inhaling with lust. They sat in silence the next two hours, neither making any noise, until Sands turned to Lin "Why are we stopping?"

"I'm hungry, I need to pee and more importantly I really need coffee." She answered unhooking her seatbelt and turning around to the back of the car to get her purse and a jacket.

"Where are we?" he interrogated, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.

"El Ciento Veinte." Catalina responded her voice muffled, all her torso being on the back of the car, her ass towards the windshield.

"So basically in the middle of nowhere?" he continued, turning his face towards where her head should be, but practically talking to her butt.

"Middle of nowhere with a small restaurant." She agreed. "I'm being nice." She added after taking a look at the building in front of her car.

"Oh, I know, believe me I know. We'll stay only for half an hour."

"We'll be done in fifteen minutes. We'll take some take away, eat on the road."

"Are you trying to get on my good side, sugar-butt?" he asked coking up an eyebrow a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lin smiled, but didn't answer. In fact she honestly believed that sooner they put some distance between them and any cartel members the better. She got out of the car and headed for the restaurant, but after a few steps she stopped realizing that he wasn't following her. She got back at the car on his side and opened the door.

"You're not coming?"

"No, I have some phone calls to make."

"Right. What should I take for you then? To eat."

"Whatever looks and smells good. Get some tequila too."

"Ok. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

She closed the door and headed once more towards the dump she called earlier a restaurant. Her stomach was making funny noises and she was very looking forward to get some coffee in her system. She still had another eight hours of driving, she needed fuel.