Authors Note: To answer your question Casey, I'm OBSESSED with S's. ;) Except Sands already had his name..
Thanks to my loyal reviews, very muches. Hugs to all
Thanks to Scarlett for beta-ing, especially this chapter.... tsk tsk, Sands....
Ahem cough Warning to..adult cicrumstances near end of chapter.
When she woke up, he was gone. She lay there, looking at the sunlight streaming through the curtains. The clock on the bedside table read 7:36 am. She started off wondering if he was in Mexico yet, and ended up thinking of Lily, which led her to sobbing into the pillow. After crying herself out, she remembered the debrief and vigorously cursed the agency she worked for. She dragged herself out of bed and got dressed, grabbing a pair of jeans and one of Sands' black dress shirts. She wasn't going to apologize to anyone for her bad mood.
She reached the building around nine and was met by Sarah in the hall.
"I suppose Sands didn't tell you I was by last night."
Cerise shook her head, noting Sarah's tone about Sands. "We had... other things on our mind, Sarah."
Sarah snorted. "Look Cerise, I'm sorry about Lily, I really, really am, but I can't put up with Sands' attitude."
"I understand Sarah," Cerise said softly.
"Who's debriefing me?"
"Tim Foley."
"Oh you're bloody well kidding me!"
"Nope, sorry. Sammy wants to see you after you're done though," Sarah said. Cerise nodded and headed down the hall.
He turned on her approach and smiled. "Hey Cee, how you holdin' up?"
"How does it look like I'm holding up?" She replied tartly.
Sammy just continued to smile slightly. "Jeff?"
"He has... some business to attend to," she said simply.
Sammy was about to reply, when his phone rang. "Just a sec, Cee." He turned and picked up the black receiver. He frowned deeply and turned to Cerise. "It's for you."
"What?" She didn't mask her puzzlement.
"I don't know who it is, but they want to speak to you." Cerise took the phone, stepping closer to the desk.
"Buenos días Officer Stone," a hollow voice said. Cerise stiffened. "This is Mexico calling," the voice continued. "We'd like to inform you that your daughter is safe and sound at the moment, but if you don't deliver Agent Sands, that could change."
Cerise's hand tightened on the receiver. "Who the fuck is this?" she breathed, but was met by a click as the caller hung up. Slamming the phone down hard, she swore.
"Everything alright?" Sammy asked.
"No," Cerise stated, turning on her heel and quickly leaving the room.
The sun was unbearable today. And the heat was dry and relentless. Sands groaned as he moved down the far to familiar street towards the restaurant. He was in need of information and knew of someone who could give it to him. He was dressed in a pair of jeans with a black T-shirt that had bold red letters spelling out SINNER. He grinned, amused at the thought. Wasn't that the truth.
Two steps ahead was teenage boy. Sands had clearly stated at the airport that the kid was no more then his seeing eye dog, but that didn't stop the brat from running his mouth.
"You know, I don't know why I have to do this... why Uncle Franky had to send ME!"
"Because your Uncle Franky owes me, big time," Sands replied flatly.
"Yeah, but I'm not... used to this kind of work, I mean, just out of high school and all."
"Brat, shut up."
"I have a name, thank you."
"Yeah, what?"
"Charles."
"Well, Chuck, you're one step away from getting shot in the balls, so zip it!" He heard the kid gulp and grinned, satisfied.
They continued walking, when Charles interrupted Sands' thoughts once again.
"We're at the restaurant."
"Good, you wait here," Sands said, moving past the kid before stopping. "And do us a favor, try not to do anything, stupid." The kid gave him a nasty look that Sands seemed to sense, not that Sands gave a damn. Sands turned around and went into the dark restaurant.
He managed to find a empty table and sit down, listening to the voices surrounding him.
A few moments later, he heard a pair of heels moving towards him and a woman's sultry voice, English in heavily accented Spanish. "Well, long time no see, Handsome."
Sands turned his head and flashed the girl his most charming smile. The one that usually got Cerise to agree to anything. "Aww, you know me Rosa. Couldn't stay away forever." He heard her slip into the seat opposite of him.
"I've missed you," she pouted.
"Ah well, you know sugar-butt... business and all," he said, still grinning.
She leaned forward, reaching out to take his sunglasses. "Why don't you take off the sunglasses and let me get a look at those gorgeous eyes of yours?"
Sands recoiled, leaning back. "Sorry sweets, migraine, don't feel like handling the light," he lied.
She pouted. "You're always being mean, Sands."
He leaned forward, knowing she wouldn't try to remove the sunglasses again. "What say you, we slip out into the back alley and get reacquainted?"
Rosa glanced around the room. It was a slow day, and no one would miss her for a little while. "Alright," she cooed, getting up. Sands followed. She led him through the kitchen, not for the first time, through the back door into the dark, deserted alley.
She was a woman about Sands' height, even without the heels. A slim waist, generous chest and a pretty face. But it was her connection to the city's underground that had caused Sands to seduce her six months ago, and she still proved to be a valuable contact, loyal to Sands for his prowess in bed.
She slammed him against the brick wall, kissing him hard, hands groping him. He pulled at her blouse, baring her breasts. He wasn't surprised she wasn't wearing a bra. His fingers kneaded her tan breasts as her hands worked their way down.
She pulled back from kissing him and dropped to her knees before him, unzipping his pants and slipping her hands inside. Sands groaned, leaning his head back as her fingers closed around him and pulled him free from the jeans. He moaned deeply as her lips closed around the tip of his manhood. Her fingers running up and down his lengths as her tongue played over his tip.
"Rosa," He growled, trying not to get caught up in the pleasure. "This is NOT what I had in mind." He heard her purr in response and had a clear image of her face in his mind's eye. She drove him towards climax, and he had no choice but to give in. He sank against the brick as he did so and she swallowed all of him.
When she was finished, she zipped him back up and wiped the corner of her mouth off with the back of her hand, running it over the side of her skirt. She stood, grinning. Sands lowered his head, as if looking at her, breathing hard.
"Now, what can I do for you, handsome?" She asked coyly.
"I need some information, darlin'."
"When don't you?"
"This time it's serious," he stated.
"And how's that?" she asked, tilting her head.
He paused a moment, then spoke. "I'm on a rescue operation, and you're not privy to the rest of the information. Savvy?"
"Aww... fine," she grumbled.
"Just get me information on any... illegal activities in the city."
She laughed. "There's ALWAYS illegal activities."
"Just do it Rosa. You'll be paid, per usual." Sands turned towards the door and moved through it, leaving her standing there.
He collapsed on his motel bed as the sun set. He was too exhausted for his mind to form the next plan of action, but he couldn't his next move anyway Rosa delivered her information. Then, it was off to employ the one man that would give Sands the edge he needed. The problem was how to convince the rat to do it. But he'd work on that later.
Rolling over, he picked up his new cell phone and hit speed dial. He listened to the rings of Cerise's phone, but when there was no answer, he frowned. Where the blast was she!? Unless she had it turned of, she never went anywhere without it. He shut off his phone and lay there. He'd try again in a bit. At the moment, he wanted to grab a nap. He let himself drift towards sleep, his body relaxing.