A|N Apologies to my readers this was the real Chapter 37 and some how it did not get updated.

Lack of sleep from catching up from the holidays.

Tijuana, Mexico

Tijuana Golf Resort & Spa

2100 Hours PDT

Tazara, dressed in a lavender cocktail dress that comes to her knee, walks into the restaurant and observes that Sanchez is seated at a table by himself. "Frick and frack are sitting in a corner table." Tony warns her through her earwig.

Tazara slowly walks over to Sanchez' table. "Senor Sanchez!" She nods.

"Senora Vasara!" Sanchez smiles.

"I see you're not a gentleman." Tazara sighs and pulls her chair out.

"Not my style." Sanchez snorts.

"So I've noticed." She snippily answers and takes her seat directly across from Sanchez.

"I took the liberty of ordering a pitcher of margarita's for us."

"Fine!" Tazara answers.

"I've done a complete background check on you, none of my contacts from Europe and the Middle East have heard of you."

"Funny, none of my contacts have heard of you Senor Sanchez, but they've heard of Samuel Ortega my other buyer." Tazara sweetly baits him.

"Strange!" Sanchez shrugs in surprise.

Tazara tosses a flash drive over at Sanchez. "My complete inventory at my warehouse in Los Angeles."

"How do you get away with selling weapons in America?" Sanchez curiously asks.

"Because I'm not on the CIA, FBI, ATF, or DEA's radar." Tazara purrs.

"So you keep a low profile."

"That's how you stay in business Senor Sanchez, but my allies and enemies know not to cross me." "There's a reason why I'm referred to as the Scorpion Queen." She seductively answers.

Ziva, Sam, and Kensi walk into the restaurant. "That woman again." Ziva sighs in disgust. "They better not sit us next to her."

"I say we drown her in the pool the next time she gives us a snotty look." Kensi laughs.

"I don't know why the two of you keep worrying about Senora Zontini; I wouldn't touch that mala mujer with a ten foot pool." Sam smirks.

Sanchez looks eyes with Sam. "Speaking of Senor Ortega and his lovely senoras." Sanchez drools.

"I'll knock off ten million off my deal for the two whores." Tazara seductively smiles.

"I'll keep it at one hundred million for the two prostitutas and a week in Tahiti with you on my boat."

"You have a boat." Tazara says with surprise.

"Yes it's docked down in Rosarito." "We could sail away this weekend."

"Sounds like a plan." Tazara purrs.

"Provided that your merchandise pans out."

"You'll like what I have, I sell quality." "After you buy from me, you wouldn't go to anybody else."

Los Angeles, California

OSP Headquarters

MTAC

"I think she got him." Nell nods over to Hetty.

"The camera installed in Tazara's scorpion pendent on her necklace provided excellent video footage." Hetty smiles.

"Convenient we wanted to get Sanchez on a boat and into US waters." McGee's voice comes over Hetty's headset.

"That will be up to the Director tomorrow morning to come up with a plan, Mr. McGee, until then we continue to stake out Senor Sanchez." Hetty instructs him.