Right. Okay. Buenos Aires. My sister actually gave me unusually large colouring pencils from Argentina for my tenth birthday (she was in South America for most of her gap year before uni), but that's the closest I've gotten to it. Thanks for reviewing, Nicky Haugh and Lord of the Sloths.

Despite our next new location not being the jungle or United Kingdom, the first tip that Sky and I took the next morning still held promises of a pretty exciting location in a continent we'd visited...well...sparingly.

Sky read the tip rapidly. "It says we're going to Argentina. Buenos Aires, to be exact."

The Sisters actually beat us to the airport, but on the other hand, we beat the others. The Ice Dancers in particular were getting very antsy about it as we lined up behind the two girls.

Kitty glanced back at the Police Cadets and Ice Dancers." Oh, don't mind them." she said sweetly to the man at check-in. "They're our friends and they're just worried they won't get their usual seats at the veerrrry back of the plane. Do you think you could save those seats for them?"

I giggled as the Sisters got their tickets and I stepped up to ask for ours. "We're friends with those two as well." I told the check-in man. "We don't have to sit at the back, but we'd like to get seats close with them, if possible."

Well, we ended up near the front of the plane across from the Sisters, so that was good luck.

"So what do we know about Argentina?" Sky asked me.

I shrugged. "I know Spanish. I know it's in South America...that's about it. Unless you have a wealth of information, we're going into this challenge with no knowledge."

"They're famous for red meat." Sky said hesitantly. "And I think the tango is like a national dance for them. But that's all."

I smiled. "Well, maybe we'll have to tango." I leaned across to the Sisters and relayed the information. "And by the way, Kitty," I grinned, "How did you get the idea to get the other teams stuck at the back with the bathrooms and probably a lot of interruptions?"

Kitty giggled. "Once when the Reality TV Pros were still here, Noah compared the bathroom seats to sitting next to Owen after he'd just eaten something like a burrito. Plus we're closer to the plane door, so we might have the advantage in getting to the next Don Box."

Emma smiled, too. "It wasn't exactly my way of getting an advantage, but it worked, so I have no problems with it."

We were lucky, I guess. I reached the Don Box a fraction before anyone else after our long plane ride. "All-In." I told Sky. "It says Tango Takedown."

Sky looked over my shoulder. "So we have to dance – in front of a tango instructor at this dance school? And we have to get it right or start over."

Okay, so to level out with grabbing the first tip, we had the slowest cab, so we had to go last. At least this gave us the chance to watch not only the instructor and his partner's demonstrations, but also all the other teams.

The Sisters were first. "Okay, here we go." Emma siad, looking confident.

"One, two, three..." Kitty counted. Then she stepped on Emma's foot.

"Ow!"

Thumbs down from the judge.

The Ice Dancers were next. Ugh, I hadn't thought about it, but they were used to dancing on a slippery surface in skates. So you could kind of say that they had the advantage straight off, not only because they knew how to dance, but because they'd been partners for so long and were familiar with each other's movement. They stepped in sync, they broke apart in sync, and they even wore the same expressions as they glided through the routine.

Finally, it got to the end. Josee spun, Jacques dipped her and the instructor clapped, while the rest of us grumbled.

"Good luck catching up!" Josee called back, laughing.

I'm not sure exactly what the Police Cadets were doing when it was their turn. There was a spin, and MacArthur mentioned dipping as she spoke, but that was just about the only part of their dance that resembled the tango. And they ended up falling over the instructor.

Sky and I had been paying attention to the instructor and the Ice Dancers carefully. It was time for us to shine. So we jumped into position, stepped carefully, broke apart for the clapping part, and then Sky set me spinning in place, and finally dipped me. Our moves weren't as fluid and natural as the Ice Dancers', but we made it through the routine without making a mistake. We didn't fluff moves, step on each others' feet, or injure each other.

We got a thumbs up and set off for our next location, a ranch.

"I can't believe we managed that first time!" I said when were safely in a taxi. "I mean, you're graceful, you're used to it. Me? Not so much. I worried non-stop I was going to screw up on the spin."

"I knew you could do it." Sky shrugged, relaxed now that part was over. "We're both athletes. We know how to move, and we know each other's style pretty well by now." She suddenly frowned. "Though I'm getting nervous, now we're so close to the final. Are you sure you don't feel tempted at all to tip the balance in our favour?"

I thought about it. 'Kinda, I guess." I admitted. "But I promised I wouldn't do it. And I thought you trusted me now. You haven't been mad at me since that whole thing when I saved the Fashion Bloggers and let the Daters go home instead."

Sky nodded. "I want to trust you," she said, "And I mostly do. But it's crunch time, and I know that's really the time when everyone shows their worst side. You just seemed a little too amused by Kitty putting the others at the back of the plane."

I shrugged. "Well, I didn't do it. I didn't even think of doing that. And it's not really cheating – the Ice Dancers just won the first part of the challenge!"

Our next challenge was a Botch or Watch. "Your turn." I told Sky. Basically, what Sky had to do was take a horse, and use this traditonal rope thing to tie up an emu. Each emu had a team picture on it.

Sky narrowed her eyes. "There's something dripping off our emu. And the Sisters' emu has it too."

Right on cue, we heard two evil chuckles. Jacques was already on a horse (with the same dripping substance smeared on his clothes and hands) and Josee was standing by.

I gave a sigh. "Okay, tell us what you did and we won't kill you."

"What makes you think we did it?" Josee said innocently.

"Yes, come back when you have some proof!" Jacques added. Considering that the substance made him slip off the horse entirely, it wasn't too hard to work out what he'd done – he'd put oil all over the emus to make the challenge almost impossible.

"That proof enough?" I said sweetly, trying to make my smile barbed.

"That's not hard evidence." Josee said dismissively, but she smirked as she said it, making it pretty clear that she didn't care that we knew they'd done it.

Still, by the time the rest of the teams appeared, the Ice Dancers had about as much trouble as we did – and the Sisters, too. Jacques had gotten oil on himself and kept slipping off the horse because his hands and costume were too slippery.

Still, when they managed it (before anyone else including the oil-less Police Cadets), it was a picture. Jacques couldn't wipe his hands off on his clothes because they wouldn't absorb it, so he eventually actually used...his hair. His fabulous coif that he really cared about it. Then, he managed to finish the challenge.

Josee threw her arms around him. 'You're my hero! You're everyone's hero!" she declared dramatically before they took their emu and went off to the Chill Zone.

The Police Cadets followed soon after. The Sisters had a bigger major issue when their emu ended up sliding down part of a hill and took Kitty with it, but...well, they seemed fine once they reached the Chill Zone. After us, I might add.

Okay, so the way we did it in the end, was that I held the emu in place while Sky, on the horse, aimed to tie up the emu's legs, since they weren't oily. We were off just before the Sisters came back up to the ranch, but...er, let me put it this way: Don't try to stuff an emu into the backseat of a car or taxi next time you go to Australia. They may have brains that are smaller than their eyes, but they are also very bad-tempered. Those beady glares and frowny beaks aren't just for show.

But it paid off. Sky technically did the Botch, so we hadn't cheated – I just did something to help her complete it, not doing any part of the tip's instructions myself. So when we reached the Chill Zone in the Andes (yeah, the Andes borders half the cities in Argentina – and Chile, where the Amazon meets part of the Inca Empire and giant heads reside on a nearby island), Don just greeted us with "Frenemy Athletes, you're in third!"

Second-last. Since the tip didn't say "Do not pour oil over the emus of the other teams to make the challenge harder for them", the Ice Dancers had made first place again, and the Police Cadets had come in second.

I grinned at the Ice Dancers. "You know, there's going to be a lot of shippers looking into that hug." I told them cheerfully (I knew that it ticked them off the most when their enemies were friendly to them). "That was a completely adorable moment and if it doesn't make it into the final cut, I'm so suing."

I didn't get a reply to that, although Jacques glanced at Josee with an uncomfortable expression, and Josee's face twitched. But I got the message – they didn't want anyone to ship them together.

I went to a cameraperson to give a quick confessional. "Looks like I touched a nerve. Hmmm...I was thinking that there might be something in there – Jacques looked as if he thought that dating Josee would be really awkward, yet they're so close that...wait a minute!" I thought about it. "Considering, most male figure skaters aren't even into girls, are they? I mean, I always got the feeling that Tom was gay, seeing that he's into fashion and not into Jen, but I didn't think about Jacques. But that makes a lot of sense!"

I didn't have anything against gay guys, just let me make that clear. But I was just really astounded as to how I'd spent this much time with these people and yet had never even thought of that.

The oil trick really came to nothing, seeing as the round was non-elimination and the Sisters arrived last, but were still in the race. So to wash away the bad feeling, I suggested we all go into town before dark. Well, the Ice Dancers didn't want to come, but the rest of us all came, and ended up in Tourist Trap Patchwork Land, aka La Boca. It was full of colourful patchwork houses – Kitty took about twenty selfies of her in front of them, and pictures of the rest of us, too (which I asked her to send to me when we got home - "or friend me on Facebook and post them there, of course"). As for me, I smiled and greeted the tango dancers and street artists in Spanish, getting returning smiles and greetings. It was a fun evening, although we needed to get back before dark, just stopping at a takeaway place called Chipper to get fish and chips for everyone (although we had to bring them back via taxi). This included two extra serves for the Ice Dancers, who didn't thank Sky when she gave them the food (it was her idea to include them, inspired by my friendly attitude towards them), but they ate it with gusto, as we all sat around on the mountain range, watching the sun set.

It may be a short chapter, but I loved that ending. La Boca was an incidental find, but I wanted them to get a takeaway and Chipper seemed like the right place – apparently it does the best fried fish in Buenos Aires. Hope you liked it anyway.