Oks, well this is my first ever attempt at an OuaTiM fic so my apologies if its lame. Also I apologise for the shortness of the chapter, I haven't really gotten into the swing of it yet so it might take a while for me to get into writing the longer chapters. Please let me know what you think of it by reviewing, I am very open to criticism so please feel free to do so, I don't know how well I have captured Sands attitude for a start.

Disclaimer: I do not own Agent Sands or any other characters, locations etc. portrayed in Once Upon a Time in Mexico. The rest are of my own imagination and as usual I am putting copyright into play here so no stealing, I mean that in the nicest possible way of course, I am sure you guys wouldn't plagiarise someone else's work :)

Rating: I am putting this down as R rated straight away because of the language. If the fic develops (that is all based upon peoples interest in it) then the rating will also apply for violence and sexual activities.

Summary: Pre-OuaTiM. Every agent learns a lesson that hardens them against the world, gives them the vital skill of distrust. Who knows if the guy around the corner is going to shake your hand or put a bullet in your skull? This is Sands' lesson.

Anyways, all that's left to say is I hope you enjoy the fic, and please read and review!

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Chapter One

"I am not going to tolerate all your fucking about anymore, this job is important and if you cant keep your dick in your pants for five minutes then you might as well leave now." Sands rolled his eyes as his 'superior', Agent Whitcomb, continued with his verbal chastising. "You know you have been with us for what, three weeks and already you have managed to make all the female agents furious, and all the male agents either worship you or want to wring your bloody neck, Sands this whole thing of winning women over may work well when you're out on the pull, hell, it might even come in handy when you're in the field, but here, at the offices it's a no-no, you just cant go around screwing with every woman we make your partner." Whitcomb finished, running his hand down his face in a weary fashion.

"What can I say, I'm just so goddamn irresistible." Sands replied as he lazily leant back in the chair, his feet propped up on Whitcomb's desk, a cheeky grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"That may be so but it doesn't mean you have to prove it by screwing every last female in the whole of the CIA."

"Aw come on Bill," Sands implored, using Whitcomb's first name just to rile him up a little bit before the final blow, "It's not every female, your wife is still a CIA agent isn't she?" he finished, his eyes danced with mischief, just waiting for Whitcomb's response.

"Enough!" Whitcomb cried, slamming his fist down on the desk. "I really don't give a fuck about you screwing all these other women but you are not to talk about my family like that, you'll see Sands one day if you ever find yourself a woman to keep that it isn't all about the in-out-in-out, sometimes there is this little thing called love and it isn't to be fucked around with, so stop trying to screw me about and just do your fucking job and then we can all be happy!" Sands' eyes were wide at his boss' little seminar on the love of a good woman but he half expected something of the sorts and not one to leave without having the last word he still managed what he thought was a witty comeback.

"Your wife wouldn't be...' he muttered quietly though not so quietly that Whitcomb couldn't hear it, then again it was planned that way.

"Sands?" Whitcomb asks although the question was more a statement. "I would love to fire you right here, right now, but you've hardly been here long enough, and there is something in me saying that you could prove to be a good agent despite the fact that you are such a moronic bastard." Sands rolled his eyes yet again and proceeded to pick some dirt from under his fingernails. "There is a very specific assignment I want you on okay, if you do it well you can stay, but if not, well my trepidation against firing you shall be removed." Sands looked up from his nails and studied the man before him. He took in the older mans slowly greying hair, the creases along his forehead and the bags under his eyes. Maybe I should at least try to give him a break once in a while... he thought momentarily, but a split second later he had mentally laughed off the idea. Whitcomb was too high-strung for his own good, he needed to loosen up and Sands was just the guy to show him how it was done.

Whitcomb was also studying the opposite man, wondering if he really was going to make agent material. Sands was an attractive guy which had led to many unwanted inter-office relations, his chiselled jaw and cheekbones teamed with those dark brown eyes which set of his dark brown hair so perfectly set the ladies fluttering their eyelashes and practically dropping their knickers at the sight of him. It was a skill he might find useful as an agent if he learned to control it, something which he hadn't seemed to have managed yet himself, and he was far too cocky for his own good to even try. That's where Whitcomb had managed to find an answer, a safe partner for Sands who would never let him get away with anything and would ultimately teach him those vital lessons every agent needed to know.

Realising that silence had made an appearance Whitcomb proceeded with his plan. "I have a partner for you, a very good partner, she'll be accompanying you with the assignment and hopefully keep you out of trouble." Sands eyebrows shot up as Whitcomb referred to the agent as a female. Surely he'd be keeping the women away from him after the previous lecture?

"She?" he asked, leaving but one eyebrow raised in a cocky fashion.

"Yes Sands, she. Agent Hunter is a woman, but don't expect to get anywhere with her..."

"Lesbian..." Sands grumbled, then again, if she had a girlfriend that could be fun...

"No."

"Married?" well married women had never been a problem before...

"No."

"Nun?" now that would be a new one...

"No Sands for Christ's sake! She's a regular girl, Emily Hunter, you may have heard of her."

"Can't say I have..." Sands replied lazily, going back to the intense operation of cleaning his fingernails with a pocketknife.

"Well that does surprise me, she is considered a very beautiful woman, rich, daughter of Lord Hunter, used to work for MI-6 over in England but after a certain palaver her family moved to America and she joined the CIA a few months ago, this will be her first large assignment with us too. Been known as quite a seductress, I really am surprised you haven't heard of her." Truth be told Sands had heard of Emily Hunter and had been hearing about her for quite some time. She was known to be a bit of spitfire and generally hated men unless she had something to gain from it, and even then she tended to kill the said men once she got it.

"Mantis..." Sands muttered under his breath but put on an innocent look when Whitcomb raised his eyebrows questioningly at him.

"You are to be meeting with her this afternoon at 5pm, here in my office, don't be late for once. You'll know more about your assignment then." Sands nodded his agreement and as Whitcomb started shuffling some papers on his desk, in the process trying to motion for Sands to take his feet away, Sands stood up. "5pm, no later." Whitcomb called as Sands headed out of the door. Sands nodded once more and started to walk down the corridor. Now was it Alexis or Sandra who said they had their lunch break now...

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Ok, I know this is really short but I will try to make it longer, this is only the humble beginnings of the fic so it should get better, fingers crossed :) anyways, that's all for now, please let me know what you think by reviewing, if you think its crap just say so, like I said I have never written an OuaTiM fic before so my attempt at this might be pretty feeble. Whatever, please let me know what you think! Oh yeah, and if anyone is interested in finding out about my other fics including the ones which were removed by the admin then just check out my profile for where my fics are residing, The Singing Sparrow has two new chapters since it was last on here. Anyways, that all for now, ciao, and please review!