A heart of ice can still be melted five
At nine hundred hours the next morning, the four agents boarded the private plane provided by the CIA. Ginny sat near the window and tucked a strand of fiery red elbow length hair behind her ear. Her blue green tinted eyes were a light with fury.
Sands sat beside her while Chris and Lily sat opposite them. Sands reluctantly took out the black box from his pocket that Garcia had given to him the day before. He took out the golden band meant for him and grimaced as he slipped it onto his left ring finger. He then handed the box to a scowling Ginny.
She took the remaining golden band and diamond engagement ring and placed the wedding ring onto her left ring finger, followed by the diamond ring on top. She then handed the box back to Sands.
Chris and Lily hid their smirks from their irate siblings. They could just imagine their siblings exchanging rings for real. They were so much a like it was unreal. They knew they would be prefect for each other; they were what the other needed.
Lily said "ok Mr. and Mrs. Cortez, you need to check your details given to you. You need to get acquainted with Jeffery and Ella Cortez." So Sands and Ginny went through the legal documents and passports, wedding certificate and medical records. It took them two hours before they were familiar with the details concerning their Alias's.
Six hours and a nap and a side order of bitching from Ginny and Sands later, they arrived at a private landing strip in Mexico. They had the pilot unload their luggage before loading it into a rental car.
Once the luggage was loaded Sands got behind the wheel with Ginny in the front passengers seat and Chris and Lily in the back of the car. Sands then put on a pair of dark leather gloves, and turned the key in the ignition switching on the engine and putting the car into gear and they were off out of the landing strip.
Chris spoke up "look listen you two, you're gonna be meeting up with Alexia and Matthew in less then two hours, you need to get your shit together, and get it together quickly. You're going to have to work along side them for an unknown period of time, and there ain't shit you can do about it."
Both Sands and Ginny had each lit a cigarette; each agent was clearly on edge. This was the most emotion besides anger and sarcasm either Sands or Ginny had shown in nearly fifteen years.
Ginny shifted uncomfortably in her seat and growled "fucking shitty Mexican weather." Sands and the others had to bite their lower lips to stifle the wild urge to laugh. Only Ginny's true red haired fiery nature and temper came out to play when she was feeling particularly irate.
Lily commented "well, before we have to meet up in the arranged meeting place with agents Macalister and Hartman-Macalister; we've got time to change and freshen up. You should be more comfortable then."
Ginny growled "more comfortable? No sister dearest more comfortable would consist of not being forced to work with your ex, then have to see him with another woman, said woman being his fucking wife, that would be fucking more comfortable thank you very much."
Lily and Chris grimaced, while Sands looked at her worriedly from out of the corner of his eye. He knew how Ginny felt he was feeling that exact same thing. This was just plain cruel and seriously weak shit.
They both were just itching to fill something or better yet someone full of led. This situation really was fucking inconvenient; things could not have become more inconvenient if they even tired.
When they reached the motel that the CIA had reserved rooms in, they checked in and went to their own rooms, Chris with Lily and Sands with Ginny, seeing as the latter were posing as husband and wife.
They all showered and changed their clothes after annoying six hour flight. They had been informed to dress smartly but casual, as they were meeting the FBI agents in one of the very few restaurants in Culiacan.
Both Sands and Ginny were dressed all in black. Sands had tied back his hair in a small pony tail at the back of his head, as it reached just passed the collar of his shirt when lose.
He had on tight black pants a black button down shirt that he buttoned half way down leaving the top half of his chest just visible, and un-tucked, and a pair of black boots and a black leather jacket.
Mexico was a lot cooler at night time (AN: At least I think it is) Much to Sands and Ginny's relief. Sands looked every inch the sexy sleek dangerous man that he was. He was armed, with two guns in his shoulder holster and a wickedly sharp platinum dagger with a raven engraved on the handle, in his boot.
Ginny was dressed in tight black pants with a spaghetti strapped shirt made of silk. And a black jacket that reached her mid thighs; that she had left unbuttoned so she had quick and easy access to her guns, just how she liked it.
She paired the outfit with black ankle heeled boots, where she hid the twin dagger to sands own dagger. They had been gifts from Chris and Lily at graduation from the academy, they each had identical daggers.
She took her hair and put it in a tight French braid at the back of her head. (Think Lara Croft) Her make up was not to dark and not to light either. In short she looked dangerous but incredibly sexy.
Chris and Lily were dressed very similar with less black. Chris wore black pants and a dark green shirt paired with a black leather jacket that hid his guns holster. And a pair of black leather boots, where he hid his own dagger identical to Sands and Ginny's. His short hair had been gelled so it was slightly spiky but not slicked.
Lily also wore black pants like her younger sister. But her spaghetti strapped shirt was deep purple. Her own dagger was hid in her left black ankle heeled boot. Her hair had been placed in a tight bun at the back of her head. Her own long black jacket served the purpose of hiding the heat she was packing in her holster.
Showered dressed and armed the four CIA agents and siblings left the motel and made their way to the restaurant. Chris and Lily just hopped things turned out fine.
Sands and Ginny hopped said couple weren't the type of couple that was all over each other. That would be more then they could willingly stand or tolerate. It was going to be a long night, an every long night. This was the part of the job even Lily and Chris detested.