Author's Note: this is the third time I've rewritten this scene. I wanted to keep it from being Cliché, but I couldn't get this character worked in here any other way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, though I have had my share of naughty thoughts about him, or another characters from Once Upon A Time In Mexico who may appear in this story, they belong to their respected creators, I just let them come and play. ;)

He came to with a sharp sting in his cheek. "Jeffrey, don't do this!" He heard a British voice snap. A woman's voice. He knew that voice well and he struggled to recognize it through the pain in the bullet wounds and the numbness of his head. "S-sarah?" "Yes, Jeff!" The young woman snapped. "Where are we?" Sands tried to grasps her arm, sure he was standing up, but something didn't feel quite right. "You're laying outside the door of some pub, that little boy practically was dragging you around when I found you." Sarah said, leaning closer. "Jeff, let me see your face..." She said slightly absent toned, caught up in the drying blood running down the cheeks of that hauntingly handsome face. Snap out of it! Sarah screamed at her self. Sheldon Jeffrey Sands was a colleague, who she'd worked with on nearly operation since she'd joined the CIA. She was Sands' Information Officer. She gave him at the finger tip information every moment of the day, when and where he needed it. She ran the security passes, she secured the lines, ran the checks, the records, all of that. That was Sarah's job.

So WHAT was Sarah Darcy doing in the middle of Culiacan, outside a bar. Breaking a direct order. She couldn't leave her comrade laying in a street in the middle of Mexico. She couldn't deny that he'd called for backup. No matter what Matinize told her. There was no way in hell she was going to set in that room and wait for an officer to become available. She'd driven nearly 30 miles from HQ at nearly break neck speed to get here. She at least owed it to his Cherry, regardless if he some how knew she was alive or not! When she turned down this street, eyes scanning the road, she was shocked to see Sands leaning on a young boy who was basically pulling the Officer along. Sarah had slammed on the breaks, threw open the door putting the car in park and hurriedly told the boy, she was the man's friend. She managed to convince the boy, just as Sands passed out.

Sands jerked away from her. "Noo.." He hissed in pain. "Come on Jeff, you've got to help me if I'm going help you!" She nearly cried. He was already groping for his gun. Sarah's eyes darted down and she grabbed the gun before he could, tossing it in the street. "If you wont let me see them, you've got to let the white coats take a look." "Like hell.." She could already tell he was on the verge of passing out again. "Little boy," Sarah motioned to the boy that had brought him. "Ayúdeme con él." The boy moved forward and with Sarah helping him, they lifted Sands to his feet, a moan of pain escaping the officer's pale lips. Sarah draped his arm around her shoulder and put her arm around his waist. "Come on Officer Sands." She said with a superior tone.

They took careful steps towards the black car and they reached it, Sarah opened the door. They began lowering Sands in, who curled up in the back seat in fetal position. Sarah turned to the boy. She pulled a fifty from her pockets and passed it to the boy. "Gracias, ahora va a casa." She directed the boy. The boy backed away slowly, then turned and ran. Sarah sighed and shut the back door, going around as she pulled a cell phone out. She dialed, standing at the driver's door and looking around. "Darcy here, I need medical officers stationed at the door as soon as I arrive. I have Officer Sands and he's in dire need." She hung up with out another word, she'd have to face Matinize's wrath, when they got back, but part of her had to agree it was worth it. Matinize could be a real jerk, but she understood he'd given her the order not to go after Sands, in case something else happened and they lost two officers. But she could not leave her comrade, her FRIEND in dire need.

She got in the car and started the engine, pulling away from the restaurant. Her eyes always on the rearview mirror half checking the roads behind them to see if they were being followed, half to check on Sands who was slowly coming around. She let her mind wonder briefly beside that.

The five Officers strolled down the hall towards her. Sarah stood there shaking and trembling. She'd just recently joined the CIA you see, and had become an Information's Officer. She was about to meet the team she was put with.

"No, you've been Sheep Dipped." A male voice said, and she looked up to see the officer who was clearly the leader here. He was taller then her, 5'10, 5'11. He was lean with enough muscle to get him what he wanted, and fast looking, which she didn't doubt. His face was the most catching, hauntingly handsome, with high cheekbones and the deepest golden brown she'd ever seen, his hair was dark brown, almost sable. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a western style button down, and of all things, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat.

It made it a bit self conscious of her 5'6 frame, tall, thin, lanky, long dirty brown wavy hair and blue eyes in a round face, behind the silver framed glasses. Sarah looked at the other four. There where two men, the farthest back was taller then the rest, with dark hair, a clean shaven, sharp pointed Asian face, with sweet light blue eyes. He flashed her a charming boyish smile. She hesitated, but smiled a bit herself. The other man the height between the others. Dark reddish brown hair, a handsome mature face, and dark eyes. He was dressed nicely, in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt.

He was standing next to one of the two women. She was tall, 5'7, 5'8, with long legs behind blue jeans that lay low on her hips and hugged her legs. A crop top in black, and shoulder length dark auburn hair. Her face was oval and clear, with a slight tan and dark blue gray eyes. But it was the woman closest to the cowboy that really got Sarah's attention. At first glance, Sarah had thought this was a college student, to young to be an officer. Then Sarah got a closer look. The young woman, maybe in her mid twenties, they were all in their early or mid twenties, stood only 5'3 with a small, petit frame that made her look almost like an 18 year old. She had curves. And long vibrant red hair, her eyes, in a heart shaped face where a deep green with dark lashes. Sarah thought she was very pretty.

Someone snapping their fingers, got her attention and she looked at the 'cowboy' "You with us?" He asked in that unique voice again. She nodded, swallowed and answered. "Yes." "Good, I'm Officer Sheldon Jeffrey Sands. You have the option of calling me Sands, or Jeff." She nodded quickly, taking that information in. "This is Officer Mackenzie Harley, and her basics partner, Rick Dupre." The man and woman standing next to each other nodded. "And this is Sammy Iokie." The tallest man nodded and gave her another smile. "Officer Iokie," He corrected Sands. "Yeah yeah.." Sands gestured it off. Sarah turned to the other woman, but when Sands didn't open his mouth to introduce her, Sarah started to say something. But the woman cut her off. "Officer Cerise Stone, Sands' unofficial partner." "In so many other words and meanings..." Sands said, grinning suddenly. Cerise shot him a look. "You're British...too?" Sarah asked. Cerise nodded and smiled. "Born and Raised in London, moved here when I was 16. Never lost the accent." Sarah felt a little more at ease. "Just remember, kid," Sands suddenly said, draping an arm around her shoulders. "As long as your working with me or this team, remember the silent commandment." Sarah frowned. "Thou shalt not covet?" She muttered. Sands frowned deeply, eyeing her. He rolled his eyes suddenly and let go of her, walking away. She was joined a second later by Cerise, finding the other three had wondered off on their own. "All right luv, this is difficult to explain, so listen close. Sheldon's talking about the CIA's ten commandments," Sarah nodded, she knew these. "But he doesn't mean the last one in particular. He means number eleven you might say, the SILENT commandment." "Eleven?" Sarah asked, confused. "Thou Shall Not Get Caught.'" Cerise said softly. "We live by that one more then others, got it luv?" Sarah nodded. "Got it."

So this was how Sarah had first become part of Sands team. She sighed, looking at the road. She'd left the city area and was driving towards HQ now. In the back seat, Sands was coming to.

"Sarah.."

"What Jeff?"

"Where's Cherry?"
Sarah swallowed. "Dead Jeff." He wasn't to know the truth. He wasn't to know Cerise Stone was still alive. He wasn't to know that at that moment, right now, Cerise was only in Mexico city on a solo operation, or that back in Washington DC, a three year old girl with his eyes, was playing at her baby sitter's house as they spoke. He wasn't to know, because the Company feared it would drive him madder.

I feel the need to explain this. Sheep Dipped is/was the Officers of the CIA's term for having their job changed or transferred.

Translations for Spanish

Ayúdeme con él---- Help me with him

Gracias, ahora va a casa----Thanks now go home

Other languages used later: French, Russian, Italian and my favorite language (which I'm studying) Latin.

Authors Note:
Thanks to Scarlett and Dawnie for those first reviews :) It got me in a good mood to write TWO chapters. ;)