DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Once Upon A Time In Mexico, if I did I would have a lot more money! This is all from my own head and my imagination, if it resembles any real life incidents it was totally by accident. Any original characters are of my own creation as well…please respect that, thanks!

Studying for Anatomy was too boring, so I wrote another chapter! Enjoy!

Jorge watched Megan as she held the phone to her ear. He was taking in more about her now. She wasn't a little girl, actually she was probably around 15 or 16.

"Man I must be losing it…to mix up a teenager with a little kid" He thought to himself, shaking his head. He ran possible scenarios through his head. She had to be Sands's daughter; there was no other explanation. It explained why she had eyes like his, deep, mysterious, like she knew something about you even you didn't know. It also accounted for her suspicious nature…but why was she here? Especially now? Where was her mother? Who was her mother? He continued to ponder these thoughts as she listened to the phone ring…waiting for her dad to pick up…waiting for explanation.

She thought back to 5 years ago…it was her tenth birthday…her mom had promised her that her dad was coming, they had worked it out: he WOULD be there. She was going to get to see her dad. She hadn't seen him in forever. She didn't have the chance to be a 'Daddy's girl' but she still adored her father, doesn't every girl? The day passed and there was no sign of her dad, not until later that night, she was in bed…still crying herself to sleep when the phone rang. She heard her mom's angry tone as the phone conversation carried on.

"You crushed her world Sands. She was so excited and you never showed up. Not a phone call, nothing."

"I don't care if you're sorry. It's not me you need to apologize to. It's her…she was heartbroken. You've never had to explain to her why her mom didn't show up. So you don't know what it's like." Her mother continued on.

"You'd better try harder next time," was the last thing she could make out her mom saying.

At the hotel with Sands and Mateo

Sands was cleaning his guns surprisingly well for a blind man, he kept tabs on the boy by listening to his breathing. He trusted the kid, surprisingly, but he figured it wouldn't last. The kid had to have a family and he'd done some reckless things, but kidnapping a kid was never one of them. That was were Megan just might be of some use, surely he could trust his own daughter, it would just be a matter of deciding how much to reveal to her at a time…he wasn't sure what her reaction would be to finding out her dad had had his eyes drilled out, let alone not seeing him in a little while…alright a few years…okay…so it had been longer…a lot longer.

He told himself that didn't make him a bad father, why should he care? However, is thoughts were interrupted at this point by his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and called Mateo over.

"Read me the number." He instructed the boy.

"It says 'Jorge'…that's all." The boy said simply.

"The bastard can't even pick up a girl from the airport.." Sands muttered under his breath. "Hell Jorge, I sent you to the airport to pick up Megan…is that too complicated?" He answered the phone with irritation, but cool control in his voice.

Megan drew in a sharp breath at just hearing her father's voice and she was left speechless, however the smartass in her couldn't let his comment go. "I don't know. Maybe when you send a complete stranger for your daughter it could create problems, besides I'm your daughter…shouldn't this be your responsibility? But what can I say…I'm a complicated kid…and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.." She replied with just as much cool control in her voice as he had had in his.

Now it was Sands's turn to be speechless…not necessarily from her words, but from the fact that he was talking to his daughter. However, it didn't take long for him to snap back, he didn't even want to let his daughter think she had got him, but what parent did…perhaps he was 'typical' on this stance. "Things came up, I couldn't help it." He said nonchalantly and shrugged, even though she couldn't see him. "Didn't I tell you not to call this line unless it was an emergency?" He added with a hint of irritation.

"First…what can possibly come up that's more important than your daughter?" She replied with a bit of an edge.

Sands could remember those words…she sounded just like her mother. He wouldn't admit it, but he missed her. He realized he had spaced out and was stuck strolling down…what was that cheesy name they gave it? Oh memory lane…yeah he was strolling down memory lane. Megan's impatient sigh brought him back to focus and he mumbled something she couldn't make out.

"Secondly…when you send a complete stranger to pick up your kid, it creates problems. Unless you want me to spend the night in the airport, I think you should fill me in on just who you sent to pick me up, how the hell I know it's him…and more importantly why I should trust him." She said coolly.

"Damn, are you sure your mother didn't send you to the CIA training academy instead of boarding school?" Sands chuckled, he could picture Megan smiling at that, how? He didn't quite know himself. "His name is Jorge Rameriz, he's retired FBI—" Megan mumbled something about an outdated badge and Sands chuckled again. "—yeah, that's him…I tried to tell him it was a dead give away. Anyways…you're to trust him because I said so and because I trusted him enough to send you…" He said with a note of firm finality in his voice.

"Aye aye Captain…" Megan smirked.

"Are you done comprising my cell phone now?" Sands asked with a hint of impatience, though he wasn't really mad…he was pretty impressed with the girl. She handled it very well. "Jorge knows where to bring you."

"Fine, I can take the hint…" Megan sighed. "Um…bye Dad.." She said before hanging up.

"Bye Megan.." Sands said quietly, closing the phone and putting it back in his pocket. He listened for Mateo's breathing, but didn't hear it…instead he felt a cool breeze.

"Mateo?" He asked guardedly.

He heard the boy come back in the room. "Yes sir? I was on the balcony…I thought you might want some privacy…" He said with a shrug.

"Oh yeah...um…thank you.." Sands mumbled. "The balcony's not safe though…even a rookie sniper could easily take you out." He said firmly.

" I'm sorry…" He said more quietly.

"It's alright kid…" Sands shrugged and leaned back against the headboard. "Once Jorge gets Megan here…we'll figure out what to do next." He sighed, running through ideas.

"You should see a doctor.." Mateo pointed out.

"I did…and it didn't end well, besides…seeing is a problem right now." Sands snapped back.

"I was only trying to help." Mateo replied defensively

"I know…it's just…never mind…why don't you watch some T.V. until they get here?" Sands suggested wearily