Once upon a time in Mexico

A new beginning

Chapter three: A job unfinished

Chiclet was already waiting out side the hotel when they arrived, having not had to deal with traffic like Dom and Sands had; he made it there quicker and before the two agents did.

Chiclet took a small chain out of his pocket and chained his bike to the nearest post. He then helped Dom get Sands inside. They took the elevator, knowing Sands would not be able to stay conscious if made to struggle up the stairs.

Luckily for them the hotel manager had been warned in advance that at least two of the hotels guests would be members of the CIA. And if they saw certain people coming in covered in blood or injured, they knew who they were dealing with and were to turn a blind eye.

Dom had contacted the whole team, the whole team of eight. The eight had been friends for the last two years; they were always together as a team during field operations. The whole team were going to meet in two weeks time for a meeting in New York.

Cameron Reese and Delia Hannah Delaney they had got married a year ago. There speciality was surveillance and bugging. Natalie Danielle and Carl Nicholas Deacon they are brother and sister and they were the snipers of the group.

And finally Drew Alexander Saunders and Chloe Amelia Kingston like Dom and Sands were the ones who dabbled in every area. Sands had known the others since back in the Academy. But he hadn't been regularly teamed with them until two years before Dom had joined them.

She had been immediately accepted into the group, she was so like Sands it was far too hilarious not to enjoy their snapping and bitching at each other, and not like her. It was evident that Sands and Dom fancied each other rotten; they were just far too stubborn to notice and do anything about it.

The sexual tension practically dripped off them, whenever they would end up having a bitching match. Everyone knew they would make the perfect couple, if only they could get past all the animosity between them selves.

Once inside the hotel room Dom kicked the door shut with the heel of her heeled boot. She sent Chiclet into the bathroom to gather some of the medical supplies she's brought with her. She never left any where without them, when she knew some serious shit was going to go down.

She led a half conscious Sands across the room, and then into the bed room. She carefully placed him on the bed and proceeded to carefully remove sands shoes then she took a pair of scissors and cut away sands clothes.

Sands quipped groggily; the drugs Barillo had pumped him with were beginning to wear off that, was never a good thing. "Why James if you wanted to see me naked and have your wicked way with me all you needed to do was ask."

Dom growled menacingly and commented coolly "I'd shut your fucking mouth if I was you, in less you have the strong desirer to bleed to death Shelly."

Sands snarled under his breath he hated that name, maybe not as much as he let on of course. No one except her would ever get away and live to see another day if they even dared call him that.

He had no idea why she was different and was able to get away with it. She just was for some reason unknown to him, and Sheldon Jeffery Sands did not like to be left in the dark over anything that concerned him self.

She removed her sunglasses and placed them on the bed side table. Chiclet then came back and called out from the living area "where are you Senora?" Dom replied "in the bedroom kid, do you have everything I asked you to get me from out of the bathroom?"

Chiclet entered the room and was startled to discover Dom had removed her sunglasses, and gorgeous dark deep brown eyes had been hidden behind said dark sunglasses. Dark calculating eyes framed by long curled dark lashes.

Dom told Chiclet to put the supplies close enough to the bed so she could reach them when she needed them.

"Now kid I want you to go into the living room there is a TV set in there. I want you to switch it on as loud as you can and close this door behind you. No matter what you hear don't come in here it's not gonna pretty."

The kid nodded and quickly closed the door behind him and went into the living room and switched on the TV loudly in order to try and drowned out the sound of screams and foul cursing that were sure to be emitted from Sands any time soon.

Dom quickly put on a pair of rubber surgical gloves and begun to treat Sands wounds, she removed a wickedly sharp dagger from her boot, a dagger made of pure platinum with an out line of a raven engraved in Gold with her initials engraved in tiny diamonds.

It had surprisingly been a gift from Sands on her birthday four years ago, before either of them were sent to Mexico or Spain.

She took out her lighter and lit it, before coating the dagger with the flame. She did that for a few minutes before she flicked the lighter closed and replaced it in the back pocket of her tight black jeans. Now the dagger had been sterilized she got straight to work.

She chose to remove the two bullets from his leg first. She used the dagger to dig out the bullets in his leg. Sands gritted his teeth and swore foully, god was he in agony. Yes most definitely, the drugs Barillo's men had pumped him with had now worn off.

Dom didn't dare give him anything for the pain, who knew what effects mixing another drug would have on Sands whilst the other drug was still in his system; even through said drug was no longer working.

Dom made quick work of removing the bullet in his arm much to Sands relief. She then cleaned the wounds on his leg and his arm with alcohol, this in return caused Sands to curse and yowl something really foul.

Sands fists were clenching and unclenching dangerously he was pissed and seriously so. Next was his eyes; she was reluctant to remove the glasses that were covering up the damage.

She just hopped Sands passed out whilst she cleaned out the empty sockets as she knew this would be worse then the removing and cleaning of the bullet wounds by a ten fold.

Carefully and slowly she removed the sunglasses and bit back a chorus of violent curses, foul enough to make even the sailors with foulest mouths blush like little school girls.

She shook her head and breathed in and out in order to get her temper under control. The little voice in her head commented dryly 'I guess they did one hell of a number on him, that's for fucking sure'

Dom told the voice to fuck off and leave her the hell alone. The voice laughed 'not bloody likely Dominique you need me you would have had your ass shot to pieces without me' Dom snorted in disbelief and disgust.

She took long silver tweezers and attached a piece of gauze that had been coated in a disinfectant liquid to stop the risk of infection setting in. She then proceeded to clean out the sockets.

The disinfectant irritated the painfully sensitive nerves that had been brutally uncovered by the drill. This caused Sands to howl in agony, no matter how Sands tried to hide the pain he was in, it was not gonna work, the pain was to great to not react to.

Much too both of the agents relieve the pain got so bad that Sands passed out cold. This worked just fine for Dom she was now able to work on Sands eyes with minimal fuss and discomfort for Sands.

As she worked she took a small flash light in her free hand that was not holding the tweezers. What she discovered enraged her to her very core.

That psychotic Doctor had not completed the procedure. He had only removed the actual eyes. All the nerve settings were still intact.

This in return meant there was a chance not a large one but still a chance that Sands would be able to see again with the aid of glasses and contact lenses and naturally a new set of eyes.

That's of course if her old collage friend who had become an eye surgeon was willing to test the recent and new procedure she had been working on.

Her friend had called her a couple of months back on her cell to see how Spain was treating her over the last three years, and said friend had mentioned her work she'd been experimenting with.

She finished cleaning up sands and finished by securing bandages and gauzes over Sands eyes and his bullet wounds.

She then let him in his underwear and threw the blankets over him. She then cleared everything away before removing and discarding her blood covered rubber surgical gloves.

She checked on the kid whom had fallen fast to sleep in front of the TV set. She sighed and switched the TV off and left the kid to sleep. She figured he deserved it after to day's events.

She then retrieved her cell phone from her light weight black jacket she had been wearing that day. She dialled her friend's number and waited for her to answer.

"Yeah, hey Luce how's it going?" She nodded then said "yeah believe it or not I'm in Mexico. What am I doing in this crap hole? Well my old partner in the CIA in New York, Mexico is his beat; it has been for as long as Spain was mine.

Look he was involved in something big, it was total bust. He's got no eyes Luce, the fucking bastard Barillo ordered some whacko nut job doc to fucking drill out his eyes."

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she nodded and listened to what her friend was saying on the order end of the line.

"Well, yeah. Look listen the reason I'm calling is because when I was cleaning out the empty sockets I discovered the wanker who did this didn't complete the full procedure before he kicked my old partner out and left him blind out on the streets to defend him self."

She bit her lower lip and nodded before replying "when I say the procedure was not completed I mean the eyes have been completely removed, but all the nerve settings and workings were still intact, which brings me to the reason I called you Luce.

Do you remember when you last called me? You told me about the project you'd been working on. Well, I think I might have found just the right test subject for you to test the procedure on.

He has no eyes so that should make the procedure quicker and easier. You won't have to go about removing his eyes at all, seeing as he fucking has none to remove that is."

She nodded and said "of course I understand completely. What you need to know about this guy is that he is full of a shit load of pride, and being blind and served an early pension isn't gonna sit well with him, I can fucking grantee you that right now.

If there is even a remote chance he can have his sight restored to him one way or another he will jump at the chance like wild fire on crack trust me."

She nodded again and asked "what are the chances of this being a success or killing him? Look I'm not a huge fan of his but not even I'd wish this kind of shit or fate on him, no fucking way."

Her eyes widened slightly before she asked "what? You've already tested the procedure on someone. How did it go?" She nodded then grimaced "you tried on an animal as well but that was not a success, what about the human you said you'd also tried it on?"

She grinned and nodded "so your telling me it was a success, that the guy you did this on his recovering and has a new set of eyes. You're just waiting for him to heal and to see if the procedure was a success?

Great so your gonna call me at the end of the month and let me know if the procedure actually worked then possibly arrange an appointment for you to see him and make arrangements. Yeah ok, thanks Luce I owe you one I just hope it works out. Ok later."

Dom ended the call and closed her cell with a click and put it in the back of her jean pocket. She sighed as she made her way back into the bedroom to check in on Sands. She entered the room and was surprised to find Sands sitting up against the head board of the large king sized bed.

The pain he was in was evident on his face. But there was also some other expression on his face she could not identify, all she knew was that he had never looked at her like that before, and that the look was not openly hostile.

"So you're saying there is a possibility that I could get my eyes and sight back with in the next couple of months or so?" Sands asked suspiciously.

Dom merely raised an eye brow and eyed sands coolly, not that he could see her of course. She had no idea that he had been a wake and had been able to hear her conversation in the other room.

"Don't act so surprised James, you have always known since we were partnered together that my hearing was perfect, and the fact now one of my five senses is gone; and of course I have to compensate for that loss is only making said hearing even more perfect more so then usual" Sands revealed clearly in pain as well as board.

He asked her "so I heard you telling your little friend over the phone that that fuckwit never completed the shit he did to me, meaning the vital nerves needed are left unharmed."

Dom sighed and would have nodded before she remembered he couldn't currently see her. So she merely settled for saying "exactly. But don't get your hopes up Sands; my friend who is the surgeon has only completed this operation on one other. And she is still waiting to see if the procedure was a complete success.

If it is and this guy is able to see, it will mean he will have to be aided by the means of glasses and contact lenses. Tell me Sands if she agrees to do this procedure and you agree to go through with it, will you be willing to cooperate and wear the fucking glasses and contacts?

It in the end it will be the only way for you to remain in the CIA and as a field agent and not forced into early retirement with a fucking pension. So what will it be Sands?" she asked.

He replied "I'll wait until your friend contacts you. Then we'll wait and see or more like you'll see what happens?" he sounded bitter when he said that last part, making Dom grimace.