Author's Note: This chapter was a lot of fun to write! Thanks to my loyal readers and any of the new ones! Enjoy!
They hit the streets in the cold morning air, the clouds still very gray and the smell of more rain in the air.
"What's the papers?" Cerise asked him as they stopped at the corner.
Sands took them from his pocket and handed them to Cerise. "My 'temporary' orders from Doddson." Sands said. "I'm here in Prague on probation, for assault of a fellow officer in the Langley offices and am to report to Director Roth."
Cerise read through the pages and frowned. "He's got you listed here as a liability and danger to others...a walking time bomb."
Sands gave a half sarcastic grin. "Well, aren't I?" He asked her, as they waited for a taxi.
"Not this bad. I mean, according to this, the officer you assaulted is still in critical condition and you're here in Prague as time out while they investigate the matter. Roth'll probably have you at desk duty!"
"Which is the prefect place to make connections. It gets better, check out your orders."
Cerise flipped the pages and her eyes widened. "DOCTOR Quinn? I know NOTHING about Psychology!" She looked at Sands.
Sands grinned a crooked grin at her. "Your mother was an actress, was she not?"
"Yes, so?" Cerise snapped back.
"Then act the part, sugarlips. Besides, check out your credentials." Cerise turned to the next page. "You're very high on the rank and well respected. And you're here, to evaluate me." Sands grinned brazenly at her.
"Watch yourself, then Sheldon, or I may take some liberties." Cerise replied, separating the two sets of papers.
Sands took his orders back and stuffed them in his pocket and hailed down a taxi. "Just one more thing to get revenge on." Sands replied in a seductive tone, in her ear, as he opened the door for her. Cerise blushed but got into the taxi with out a reply.
When they arrived at the CIA's HQ in Prague, Sands lit a cigarette, before they went through the door. He set off the metal detectors at once, flashing Cerise a wicked grin as Security officers rushed forward from all sides.
"Don't move!" One of them ordered, glaring at Sands.
Sands drew a drag from his cigarette and regarded the man. "I've got business here." He said blankly.
"Remove your firearm, THEN we'll see about this 'business' of yours." The man ordered. He was tall and powerfully built, with black hair and an ugly scar on his left cheek.
"No, I don't think so." Sands replied boredly.
"I said remove your firearm. You're not entering this building until you do so."
"Fuck you." Sands replied.
"Then we have no choice, but to apprehend you," The man said, nodding to two other men. They began moving forward.
Sands dropped his cigarette on the marble floor and snubbed it out with the toe of his boot. Cerise looked around the lobby, every one was frozen in place, watching. The men moved closer to Sands, one taking a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket.
"Turn around and put your hands on the wall." The man ordered.
Sands did so, turning and putting his hands on the wall, spreading his legs slightly. "Aren't ya supposed to read me my rights, now officer?" He asked sarcastically as the man with the handcuffs began to search him.
Cerise gave Sands a sharp look, which he returned with a confident smile. The man began feeling up the inside of his legs. "Whoa, hey! Watch the hands, buster!" Sands replied, in mock alarm.
Cerise sighed. If Sands was trying for the part, he was succeeding.
The man ignored him and began patting down his chest. Then the man went to reach for Sands' gun. It was a lightening quick move. Sands spun, driving his knee into the man's groin, shoving him away from him. The other men lunged. Sands threw punches left and right, before the man who had spoken the first time, drove his billy club into the back of Sands' knees, dropping Sands to the floor. One of the men put all his weight on Sands, forcing him on the floor on his stomach and jerked his arms behind his back, handcuffing him.
But that still didn't stop Sands as they jerked him to his feet. He began fighting, kicking hard at every man around him. "You son of a bitches!" He yelled loudly. "Let me go, fuckers!" The men struggled to drag him. Sands kicked and twisted, continuing to yell and scream. "I know my fucking rights! You pigs!"
One man went to grab him by the shoulder, but his arm slipped and he instead accidently grabbed Sands around the mouth, which Sands retaliated by biting down on the man's hand hard. Cerise grimaced at the man's howl of pain.
But then she saw Scarface slip up behind Sands, with his billy club, raised. "No!" She suddenly cried out, starting to move forward. Sands' head shot up in her direction, but it was to late. Scarface drove the hilt of the club down hard and sharp on the back of Sands' head.
"Fuckers!" Sands hissed dangerously, before going limp in the other guards' arms.
"Fucking prick." Scarface said with a satisfied grin. His men began dragging Sands down a hall.
Cerise was furious. Trembling, she stormed over to the guard. "What the bloody fucking hell was that for?" She demanded angrly.
The man looked at her blankly. "Listen miss, I don't know where you think you are..."
"I know perfectly well where I am! And I'm here to see Director Roth, and so is that man!" Cerise snapped, pointing down the hall to the guards that were dragging Sands.
"Really?" Scarface said boredly.
"Yes! That was Officer SJ Sands." Cerise crossed her arms.
"And you are?" The man asked.
"Doctor Rebecca Quinn." She replied, holding her ground.
Scarface snorted. "Well if you'll come with me, Dr. Quinn, we'll see if we can't get this worked out." He said, turning on his heel and heading in the direction the guards had taken Sands. Cerise glared at him, but followed.
They dropped an unconscious Sands in a chair, before leaving Cerise alone with Scarface. "Would you like a chair, Dr.Quinn?" The man asked, pulling up a chair. Cerise said nothing but sat. "My name is Officer Lachlan." The man introduced himself. "I'm head of security."
"I sort of figured that one." Cerise replied scarcasticly.
The man smirked sourly. "I'll just call Director Roth down here, and we'll see if we can't get this cleared up." Lachlan turned to the phone and picked it up.
Cerise looked over at Sands who was slumped in the chair. But it was the slight stain of red on the back of the chair that bothered her, and she got up from her chair, going behind his. She lifted the shoulder length hair from the back of his head and swore. There was a good cut on the back of his skull.
"Director Roth has never heard of an Officer Sands, nor a Dr. Quinn." Lachlan said, putting down the phone, folding his hands on the desk before him and smiling contemptuously at Cerise.
Cerise had grabbed a hand full of tissue from the box on the desk and was attempting to clean the cut when the man said this. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?" She asked him, near a sneer.
"I'm talking about, there's no record of either of you. And we do, do very extensive back ground checks." Lachlan stood from his seat. Cerise watched him as he went over to the door and locked it. Then he came back to his desk and sat down, opening a drawer. He reached in and took something out, sitting it on the desk. Cerise looked down and saw he'd placed Sands' gun there, his hands going back to resting nealy folded on the desk behind it.
Cerise rolled her eyes. "You plan on executing us right here?" She asked him sarcastically. The man got up, laughing heartily, coming around the side of the desk, to stand in front of her. Cerise stood straight, a hand on Sands' shoulder.
The man stopped laughing, smiling at Cerise. Then the mood suddenly changed. He struck out, faster then she could block it, and the man back handed her across the face. Cerise stumbled back.
"I might just do that." The man sneered, "But before I do, I want to know who the fuck you really are!"
Cerise stared at him, feeling the slight trickle of blood on her lip. she wiped it off tentively with the back of her hand.
Lachlan leaned forward, and started to reach out for her. "Your friend here could put up a real show, but that don't mean shit. Now you're going to tell me who you really are, and what you're doin' here, or I start drawin' blood." Lachlan sneered, his fingers closing around her upper arm in a vice like grip, bringing a whimpered cry from Cerise. He began dragging her towards him, when he stopped suddenly.
There was a sudden pressure against his groin He looked down to find his own gun, from his hip holster pressing against his balls. Held by the man he thought was unconscious. When he didn't let go of Cerise's arm, the gun was pressed harder in to his groin.
Swallowing, he let go of Cerise's arm and heard a truly horribly frightening and dangerous voice come from the man slumped in the chair before him. "Touch her again, motherfucker, and I'll give you a whole fucking new religion." Lachlan took a small step back.
But it wasn't far enough for Sands. He leaned forward, and shoved the man back over the top of the desk, with the gun, before getting to his own feet. He leaned over Lachlan, keeping the gun where he had it.
"I don't know who you think you are, but you're not going to get away with this!" Lachlan hissed.
"I know exactly who I am, and I will get away with it." Sands replied back, still speaking in that soft and dangerous tone. With his other hand, he pulled his ID from his back pocket and flipped it open in a smooth movement, before pressing it into the man's face. "CIA Officer Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, fucker." Sands hissed into the man's ear.
The man went white, and swallowed. "Now if I were you, you fucking punta, I'd apologize to the lady." Lachlan opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Sands shoved harder.
"What was that, I can't hear you..." Sands said, leaning closer, a truly evil smile on his lips.
"I'm sorry!" Lachlan choked out.
"Is that the best you can do? Say I'm sorry, Dr Quinn, can you forgive me?" Sands ordered. Lachlan glared darkly at him. Sands slipped his ID back into his back pocket, and switched the gun to the other hand, which he moved under Lachlan's chin. But if Lachlan thought this was safer, he was very wrong.
Sands reached down with his other hand and grabbed the man's balls, squeezing hard, and began to twist. "Say it." Sands hissed in his most dangerous tone, twisting more. Lachlan let out a cry of pain. "Are you ready to say it?" Sands asked innocently., twisting in the other direction.
"Y-y-yes!" Lachlan screamed in pain.
"Good boy, now say it." Sands stopped twisting, but didn't let go.
"I...I'm sorry Dr Quinn. Can you forgive me?" But Lachlan screamed in pain again, as Sands twisted once more.
"You forgot to say PLEASE." Sands said, grinning in wicked amusement.
"PLEASE!" Lachlan screamed in pain.
Cerise who had been standing by the chair, with her hands over her mouth, staring at the entire scene wide eyed, nodded furiously. "Yes!" She said. "I forgive you! Let him go, Officer Sands!" She ordered.
Sands cocked his head to the side and barely turned it slowly, to look at her. Cerise felt the shiver run up her spin at the the nefarious and evil look on his face and as he asked in that innocent tone. "Do you really want me to, Dr?"
"Yes!" She breathed out.
Sands looked back at the man on the desk, whom he was leaning over, sighed in a mock pout and grinned nastily at him. The man stared back at him wide eyed and frightened. "Now, was that so hard?" Sands asked the man, in reference to making Lachlan apologize. Lachlan furiously shook his head no. "Good. Good boy!" Sands leaned over and kissed the man on the forehead before letting him go and shoving away from him.
The man sat up slowly on the desk staring at Sands as Sands took a couple steps back. Sands pushed the hair back from his face with his empty hand and cocked his head to the side. "You'd best be glad she's still in the room." He told Lachlan. "I'm to much of a gentleman to cut off your prick, how ever small it is, and shove it down your throat, in front of her."
"You son of..." Lachlan who seemed to have regained his arrogant courage, turned on the desk to reach for Sands' gun, when the bullet sank through his hand.
Lachlan screamed in pain, stumbling off the desk, and whirling to look at Sands. as he held his hand.
"Try it again, mother fucker! I'd like an excuse to waste your pig ass." Sands hissed, holding the smoking gun, sight trained right between Lachlan's eyes.
The door flew open at that moment, breaking the lock. "What the fuck is going on here!" A deep, powerful voice asked.
Cerise turned to look, but Sands never took his attentions off Lachlan who was doubled over, holding his bleeding hand. The man who'd spoken was a tall, broad shouldered, older man, with short white hair, and a matching white goatee. He wore an eye patch over one eye, and looked very out of place in the business suit, and he had a gun in one hand, and a cigar in the other.
He quickly scanned the room, before his gaze came back to rest on Sands and Lachlan. "Lachlan, what the hell is going on!" He demanded.
"Director Roth, this...this fucking psychopath, he...he assaulted me! I was...I was tryin' to protect the woman here..."
"Oh, you fucking liar!" Sands snapped before Lachlan could finish.
Roth moved into the room, there were more officers behind him. "Don't lie to me, Lachlan. I don't like liars." Roth said, glaring dangerously at Lachlanwith his good eye.
Lachlan blinked, staring at Roth wide eyed. "Sir! I wasn't..."
"Then why does the young lady have blood on her lip?" Roth demanded.
Lachlan looked at Cerise then back at Roth. "I...This man..."
"Lachlan, I know perfectly well who this man is. Put the gun away Jeff."
Cerise blinked, looking at Sands wide eyed.
Sands sighed, in a mock exasperated way. "If I must." He said with a slump of his shoulders. His fingers easily slipping the safety back on the gun. He tossed it on to the desk, before picking up his own weapon and putting it back in his holster.
"Lachlan, report down to the infirmary and get that taken care of. Then report up to me, we're going to have a long serious talk about the way you treat visitors. And don't think I don't know about what happened in the lobby." Roth sneered. Then he turned to Sands. "Come with me, Jeff, you too young lady."
With that Roth strolled from the room. Sands grinned at Cerise and nodded after the man, following him. Cerise hurried to keep up. The crowd in the hall parted, the officers that had been behind Roth holstering their weapons.
"Return to your posts, boys. Toshiro, come here."
A tall Japanese man came forward, he was handsome, with a strong defined face, although, one could see a hint of western features in him. And his eyes were a deep blue. His black hair was past the shoulders and in a pony tail. He wore a black suit, and moved with a fluid, cat like grace. He said not a word in reply to Roth.
"Take these two up to my office and stay with them until I return." Roth indicated to Sands and Cerise. The man nodded silently and turned, heading for the elevators, with out even looking to see if Sands and Cerise followed.