Author's Note: I'll eventaully put up the beta'd verson of this chapter.

Thanks to my loyal readers and Darling Scarlett for the use of Eric Cameron

They entered the bar and Sands ordered a beer.

"What happened to the tequila?" Cerise asked, getting a soda.

"To early." Sands said simply, taking a drink.

Cerise smiled slightly, looking around the bar, which was mostly empty, except for tourists. "You ever get tired of Mexico?" She asked Sands as they sit at a back table. "All the time." Sands answered.

Cerise sighed. "It was supposed to be my last operation." She muttered.

"What?"

"Mexico City. I was going to become an analyst." She told him.

"I'd die behind a desk job, Cherry, and you know it." Sands replied, giving her a look.

"I know YOU would."

"So why get completely out?" Sands asked her.

Cerise tossed him her own look. "Our daughter was just kidnapped. It makes some sense for me to get out and raise her. I don't want her involved in this shit."

"And you don't think I don't want to be there to raise her?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Not in so many words."

"What ever, Sheldon, I did NOT say that."

"Yes you did."

"I DID NOT! Stop putting words in my mouth!" She snapped. Sands' face was blank.

"I don't know why you're yelling. You said, you wanted out to raise Lily. Now what about me?"

"I am NOT yelling! And you just said you wouldn't be happy behind a desk, now you tell me, Sheldon, what would you do, if you got out?" That shut Sands up. He snapped his mouth shut and gave her a black look. They fell silent.

Cerise broke the silence. "I know you want to be there for Lily. I'm not telling you can't. I don't want it to be that way. I want you in her life. I want you in my life." She said softly.

Sands took her hand, he didn't say anything, but he brought her hand to his lips. She felt his breath on her hand as he mouthed, 'I love you.'

Sarah moved around the balcony, tossing the tracker from one hand to the other. "God, Eric's so much better at THIS then me." She muttered.

"Who's Eric?" El asked as he came out on the balcony.

Sarah grinned slightly. "A friend of Cerise's and I's. We went to the Farm with him and he would work an operation from time to time with Sands. He's a good man. But he's better at trackers then me." She held up the little black box.

"What are you going to do with that?" El asked.

Sarah pointed to the black car down the street. "Charles Dogs. He's been sitting there all morning." El looked at the car. "You mean, Charlie?" He looked at Sarah.

"Yep. I'm going to go down and have a 'word' with him." Sarah winked. El stood back from the railing.

"Sarah do you think..."

She held up a hand. "Let's get something straight, right here El. I like you, I really do. But I'm not a naive child. I'm much more dangerous then Sands knows. He's just not ALLOWED to know yet. K?"

El looked at her side long. "Alright." He muttered.

"I'll fill you in on all of it when I have the time." Sarah headed back into the room. El watched her grab her jacket and something else, but the jacket was obscuring the view of what it was.

Sarah left the restaurant and headed down the street. Charlie was leaned over in his seat lighting a cigarette when Sarah yanked the door open brutally and got in the passengers seat. Charlie yelped and was digging for his gun when the muzzle of Sarah's gun was pressed against his temple. Her other hand shut the door.

"You've severely fucked up, Charlie." She said simply.

"I...I did what Rick told me to! Honestly!" Sarah turned her head and looked at Charlie. Charlie saw that she was wearing a pair of black sunglasses.

"Really? Did Rick tell you to sat here all morning, where I COULD see you?" She asked.

Charlie swallowed. "You can't kill me, Rick would be..."

"Pissed, but he'd get over it."

"You're going to kill me!" Charlie stared at her.

"I'm considerin' it. How would you like it done, fast and clean or slow and bloody?"

"But you're...you're...SARAH! Rick told me..."

"Rick doesn't know shit." Sarah spit in Charlie's face. She lowered the sunglasses enough for him to see the fire in her eyes.

"And by the way, you wont be telling Rick any of this."

"Cause you're going to kill me..." Charlie muttered.

"Not yet." Her hand flew quickly, the syringe sank deep into Charlie's neck and she injected the fluid in the tube with a fluid moment. Charlie's eyes rolled back into his head and Sarah leaned over him, hitting the button for Charlie's seat to go back.

"Thank god for tinted windows." She muttered as she pulled the roll from her jacket. Pulling a pair of forceups from the black sleeve, she opened Charlie's mouth and pulled his tongue out, clamping the forceups down. Then she took out a number three scapulae. Grabbing ahold of the forceups that were clamped on the end of Charlie's tongue she pulled his tongue out his mouth and set to work, cutting Charlie's tongue out.

Wiping the scapulae off on Charlie's jeans she put it back in the pack, and opened her window when she saw a dog walking down the street. Flicking the forceups out the window, she let the tongue go in front of the dog, which grabbed it and ran off with it. Sarah grinned as she watched the dog run off. Lifting Charlie's seat, she left him to sleep and got out of the car, going to the back bumper. Sitting down, she lit a cigarette and took the tracker out. Turning the tracker on, she leaned forward and reached under the bumper.

"Oh, what do we have here?" The cigarette bounced on her lips as she talked to herself. Her fingers pryed the little bump off and she took it out. "Another tracker... Well ain't that spiffy." She snorted. "I'm startin' to talk like him now!" She mused outloud to herself. Pocketing the other tracker, she leaned forward again, attaching her tracker to the underside of the bumper.

Getting up, she grabbed her bag and patted the back of the chair. "There ya go Charlie, all ready." With that, she turned and walked off towards the hotel, taking the small quarter size tracker from her pocket. She hit the off button and examined it. "Regulation, how nice."

She went back to her room and dug out her laptop and cellphone. Sitting down at the table she began opening a closed line to the one person who could give her answers on the tracker. Turning on the web cam she opened a direct line. For a moment, the screen was black, then a light came on a very sleepy Eric Cameron appeared on the screen. Sarah slipped on the head set as Cam did.

"Mornin' Eric." Sarah said with a grin.

Cam yawned. "Do you have any idea what time in the morning it is?" He asked.

"Um...around 4 am. But it's eleven here, so."

"Where's here?"

"Mexico." Cam groaned.

"Sands running around killing people again?" He asked. She grinned.

"You know Sands."

"To well." Cam muttered.

"What can I do for you?"

Sarah held up the quarter sized tracker. "What can you tell me about this?"

"Got photos of it?"

"Just a sec." She pulled the mirco digital from her bag and snapped a few shots, sending them to him.

She waited for him as he opened the file. "Standard quater tracker. Regulation. Imbedded sensors. Untraceable to anyone who doesn't have the field tracker." Sarah frowned. "Where'd you find this?" Cam asked, looking up at her over the screen.

"On the back of Charles Dogs car."

Cam shook his head. "I don't know who..."

"He's working for Rick Dupre."

Cam swore. "Dupre's made his move then?"

"You got it."

"And Sands?"

"Safe and sound for the time being. But Rick's got Lily." Cam shook his head. "It's buckling down, you know." Sarah said.

Cam nodded. "This power struggle is going to be the death of us all. What does Sands know?"

"The basics. I haven't let him in on to much yet."

Cam sat there thoughtful for a moment. "Do you need back up? We heard about Sammy."

"Why Eric, I didn't know you cared." Sarah winked. "But yeah, back up would be nice. You'd best get permission from Doddson first."

Cam nodded. "I'll give you a call when I can get it all together. Stay out of trouble Sizzle."

Sarah saluted. "Over and out." Cam hung up. Sarah sit there, as she closed down the programs, erased the files of the conversation and the photos and sat back in her chair, taking another cigarette out. Sands wouldn't be happy if Cam showed up, but oh well. There was no hate between them, just annoyance, not as much as there had once been though. Which Sarah was glad of, because what Sands didn't know, is that Cam had been assigned with her and Sammy to protect Sands and Cerise. She flicked the ashes off, looking out the window as the clouds covered the sun. It would be good to have someone ELSE who knew what was really going on, here.

Cam sighed as he got up from the table, going to his closet to get his clothes. One step closer to the truth He thought. Rick was working for someone, someone who was working to tear the CIA from the inside, apart. They just had to find out who. He'd have no problem getting Doddson to let him go. But Sands wouldn't be happy to see him. Cam shook his head. Sands knew so little, that if ever did know the whole truth, there'd be hell to pay.

Charlie stumbled into the room, blood dribbling from his chin. Rick looked up from the computer screen. "What the hell happened to you?" Rick questioned. Charlie looked at him wided eyed and stumbled over to the desk, grabbing a pin and paper. Furiously, he scribbled out a name, shoving the paper to Rick. Rick looked at the paper, then at Charlie.

"Sarah Darcy did this?" Rick snorted. Charlie stared in disbelief, before opening his mouth to show Rick his tongue or lack of. Rick shook his head. "You probably deserved it. But that's fine. That's fine. Sarah's always had a little spit fire in her after all." Rick got up, moving from the desk to the window. Charlie just stood there, Rick didn't believe him.

"So now what?" A female voice asked, Rick turned to see Ellina Adjerez standing near by.

"We just wait. Sands will come to us."

"I think that's the worst idea, I've ever heard." She said flatly.

Rick glared at her. "I know how he thinks!" Rick snapped, tapping his temple. "He'll come to us out of anger, we'll have the advantage, playing on OUR grounds."

Adjerez shook her head. "You WANT to die, don't you?" She retorted.

Rick strolled over to her and his hand cracked across her face. "Do NOT question me, bitch! I'm in charge." He grabbed her hair. "Or have you forgotten this?" Adjerez spit in Rick's face, with got her slapped again. "We have ONE more day to wait. And when he gets here, we take him down for good. Just remember, he's mine! I don't care what you do with the others. And DON'T touch Stone." Rick hissed, letting go of Adjerez with a shove before walking out of the room as if nothing happened. He stopped at the door and turned to her, "You're welcome to join me for lunch." He said, as if he was a gracious host.

She didn't even tell them, that night, she was going out. She just left. She pulled into the parking lot of the airport and got out of the car, leaning against the car, smoking a cigarette. He came walking down the isle towards her car, she looked up, a slight grin on her lips.

"Eric." She greeted him.

"Sarah." He shook his head as he stopped.

"What?" She asked, looking at him.

"You're starting to act like him."

Sarah grinned and winked. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." She quoted as they got into the car.

Cam threw his bag in the back seat. "So tell me everything." He said, looking at her as she pulled out.

"Right. You know the basics. Day of the Dead, D.C. Well Rick kidnapped Lily, right out of Sands' apartment. Brought her down here, to hold her as a bargaining chip. He wants Sands for Lily's safety."

"And Sands wasn't going to let Sammy handle it..." Cam muttered.

Sarah nodded. "So he split after Doddson put him on temp suspension, for his own bloody safety. Cerise followed. I don't blame her."

Cam frowned. "So they're back together."

"Are they! They just got married last night." Cam looked at Sarah. "Yep, Father Roderigieze called me after they'd left." Cam shook his head, looking out the window.

"And you dont' think that will complicate things?"

Sarah shook her head. "Eric, they're truely in love, let them have SOME happiness."

"I just never thought...after Ceceile..." Sarah silenced him.

"He's human, Eric. He has a heart. He needs love just as much as any of us do. Frankly, Cerise is the best damn thing to happen to him." Cam smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

"So now what?"

"Well, he met with Rick this morning, Rick mocked him. He's got El involved."

"The mariachi?"

"Yep, now that's what I call back up." Sarah grinned at Cam as she turned the corner.

"So what's the plan?"

"Oh, you know, rescue the girl, save the world, KEEP Sands alive."

"Same old, same old, then." Cam muttered.

"How are you doing?" Cam asked.

Sarah snorted. "How do you think, I'm trying to keep our secrets from being discovered..."

"I meant about Sammy."

Sarah gestured and sighed. "Sammy and I realized a long time ago, that it was over, Eric. Yes, I still cared about him, but...when your in this line of work, you have move on rather you want to, or not. Now I just need to make sure Rick suffers for what he did, what he's done."

"Rick killed Sammy!" Cam looked at her.

"Yep."

"That son of a bitch." Sarah grinned. "The kill goes to Jeff, Eric." She said seriously, looking at Cam. Cam nodded.