A heart of ice can still be melted four
Fourteen years later:
They were in the Gym at head quarters. They had been official CIA members for eleven years, and the four were some of the best in the business. Mackenzie commented leeringly "well what do you know, check it out the ice queen as got a lush ass." He pinched her behind. He soon found him self with an elbow to the nose and a well place kick to the privates, before he was thrown on his back.
Ginny pinned him and snarled "guess what pencil dick, this ice queen bites. And whilst we're on the subject, you were a lousy fucking lay. I was worried you might fall in, you are that tiny. Tell me is small cocks a family trait or is it just your piss ass poor luck?
Be grateful that I'm currently unarmed, or else I would have filled your worthless piece of shit ass with holes, you slimy fuckmook." And for good measure she punched him hard in the nose, but not hard enough to break it, but enough to give him a decent bleed.
The female agents nodded approvingly and clapped whilst whistling, whilst the males wince in sympathy for Mackenzie. They pitted any man that crossed the ice queen Whitman. What was even worse was that her partner Sands was just as lethal and cold.
Both were incredibly sexy but deadly, you did not want to cross them or turn your back on them, in less find your self; with the nuzzle of a gun in your back or at your temple. Most found the duo to be psychotic. Both refused to follow the rules and fucked anything that moved of the opposite gender.
Even Lily and Chris were laughing when Mackenzie practically bolted out of the room with his proverbial tale between his legs. Sands smirked and said with a joking quip "good girl Gin, it about time someone brought that fuckmook down a peg or two."
Ginny smirked "why of course Shell, I live to entertain you. By all means be entertained by my troubles with men who can't conceive the concept of a one time fuck, no strings attached." Sands laughed and nodded knowingly, some of the female agents had been the same with him.
Ginny would only allow Sands to call her Gin, not even her sister and Chris was allowed. And only Ginny was allowed to call Sands Shell. Neither knew why they allowed this, they just did. People supposed after sixteen years of knowing each other, two years as mere acquaintances whilst their siblings dated. And another three years as partners whilst they trained at the academy. Then finally eleven years of working together tended to do that.
The duo had worked side by side for the past eleven years on missions, in places like France, Germany, Spain, England, Caribbean, Romania, even Alaska much to Sands delight and Ginny's horror. And many others added to their impressive working of the globe.
Both hated the country Mexico with a passion. The only good thing that could be said for that country in their opinion was the tequila with lime and Puerco Pibil, slowly roasted spicy pork. Sands and Ginny loved it.
Even if they both did speak Spanish fluently, including cursing also fluently. Big fucking deal, they could each speak nine other languages, didn't mean they were overly fond of said countries that each language came from.
Occasionally Chris and Lily would join them, making them a quartet for a brief period of time, until the next assignment and mission came along. Sands and Ginny often went undercover as a married couple. They hated those kinds of missions and Alias's.
Chris and Lily on the other hand were married. They had married a year after they had graduated from the academy. They had a nine year old twin son and daughter, Caitlyn Satine Sands and Ryan Joseph Sands.
The siblings turned when they heard agent Carrington call out "agents Sands, agent Whitman and agent Whitman-Sands. Garcia wants to see you four in his office, he's got an assignment for you."
Fifteen minutes later found the four inside their superior's office, agent Guy Garcia. Sands asked "so what have you got for us?" Garcia gestured for them to each take a seat before he handed out four copies of a file for them to go through.
Lily and Chris gasped at the contents of the file. But Sands and Ginny on the other hand had gone white as a sheet, they looked ill. It was the clearest emotions they had displayed besides anger and indifference in fourteen years.
Guy asked "erm is there a problem agent's?" Ginny shook her head and replied coolly "there is no way, and I mean no way I'm going to deal with this assignment." Sands scowled "I ain't doing it either." Guy raised an eyebrow and asked why. Ginny spat "because that man Matthew Macalister was my collage sweet heart he was my first love.
And because this fucking company took me and recruited me I had to let him go, or else he would have been in danger; and your asking me to protect him and his wife and in Mexico no less. I fucking hate that country"
Guy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "and you Sands what's your problem?" Sands replied icily "the woman Alexia Hartman-Macalister was once Alexia Hartman." Guy asked incredulously "how on earth do you know that, you've hardly looked at her file long enough to actually read her name? You just looked at her picture you never bothered with any names now did you?"
Sands growled "because she was the woman I was with the night this fucking company took me, and recruited me. She was my first love and so far only love. I had to give her up to the arms of this Macalister guy, so she would not have to live a life of danger. But I guess it didn't make a difference did it? She is in trouble just the same with her profession and this guy."
He added irritably "and I'm with Gin on this, I fucking hate Mexico. So what I speak and curse fluently in their language doesn't mean I'm in love with the idea of said country. I can speak nine different languages; it doesn't mean I would want to go to said countries said language come from thank you very much. The only thing that dam country has got going for it is their tequila and lime with Puerco Pibil."
Ginny snarled "fucking hell Sands some fucker up there must hate us. What are the dam odds of our first loves ending up married to each other? And on top of this whole shit, they are members of the fucking FBI. We gave them up thinking they'd be safe, but they defeated the whole purpose by becoming FBI."
Guy commented "you will do this, and you will put your personal differences aside and do your dam jobs, I don't give a fucking dam if you both hate Mexico, deal with." Sands and Ginny glared venom coated daggers at him.
He continued ignoring their glares, which was by no means easily done. "The four of you will go to Mexico, Culiacan to be more precise, where agent Matthew Macalister transferred two years ago. He is working for the FBI he is undercover but needs back up. The CIA and FBI are teaming up for once, we for a change share the same goal we want the Cartel put a stop to."
He continued "his wife is also FBI. It is not them you are being sent to protect. Agent Sands and Agent Whitman-Sands, I want the both of you to take the Macalister's ten year old twin daughters and bring them back to this country and keep an eye on them. They are not safe remaining in Mexico."
He turned to Sands and Ginny "your job is to work with agents Macalister and Hartman-Macalister." Sands cursed "fucking hell, there is two major problems here. One they are our ex's and two they are the stinking FBI."
Ginny commented "Christ, even if they weren't in danger of being killed whist with us, they still bloody managed to get themselves into that situation just the same. I now realise why the CIA never took either of them on, they were being scouted by the FBI."
He added stifling his smirk knowing the two main agents of the operation were going to have fits. "You will be going under cover as Jeffery and Ella Cortez. Seeing as you agent Sands have a Latino complexion." Chris commented "our mother is a native Mexican, who married our American father."
Sands and Ginny were glaring menacingly, they were enraged. Guy sighed and pushed a black box in front of Sands. Sands reluctantly opened the box to reveal two golden wedding bands and a Diamond engagement ring.
"As soon as you get on the plane tomorrow morning at nine hundred hours, you are to put these on, and not remove them until this case is over or your cover is blown" Guy told them. He added "a marriage certificate will be in your possessions as well as passports and medical documents and other such legal documents."
The four left his office. Sands and Ginny were incensed with rage. This was going to be the worst assignment of their careers they knew it, even more so then the mission in France as Mr. and Mrs. Olson, where their hotel room was next door to a couple of newlyweds.
Said newly weds spent most of their time fucking, and fucking loudly. While Sands and Ginny were trying to work they could hear this couple going at it for hours on end, they often wondered during the two weeks the couple stayed, weather they came up for air at all."
This was going to be taxing in more ways then one, no doubt. The shit was going to hit the fan, and Sands and Ginny would be waiting to say four little words to Garcia 'I told you so'