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!

Thanks for all the comments! They help a lot! Hope you enjoy this chapter and the beginning of Sands and Megan's interactions!

Megan looked over at Jorge as she closed the cell phone.

"Well?" He asked.

"I suppose I'm supposed to trust you…though it doesn't mean I do.." She shrugged, standing up and looking expectantly at him.

Jorge rolled his eyes and stood up, following her towards the baggage claim area, muttering something about the apple not falling fall from the tree. Although he couldn't see it, Megan smiled victoriously.

After they had retrieved her bags, they headed out to the parking lot and Jorge hailed a cab. Once they were settled inside the cab and Jorge had given the driver the name of the hotel, Megan spoke to him…but didn't necessarily look at him, her gaze was directed out the window.

"How long have you known my dad?" She asked.

Jorge looked at her. "Long enough, I guess..why?"

She looked over him this time. "He doesn't trust people…not at all…but I'd like to think he wouldn't have a complete stranger off the street escort me…defeats the entire purpose pretty much.." She shrugged.

"I'm not a stranger…besides…I'm FBI…I'm one of the safest escorts you could ask for." He said defensively.

"You were FBI.." Megan corrected. "And the FBI being safe is a matter of opinion.." She added

Jorge gave her a slight glare.

"So how did you meet my dad? It's public knowledge the FBI and CIA don't get along.." She shrugged.

"Well in this case we did.." Jorge said with a little bit of a quick edge to his voice. "Besides, what is this? 20 questions?" He sighed.

"Getting a little worked up over a few questions, aren't you?" Megan said with a smirk and smile in her eyes…adding something under her breath about a teenager being the source of his discomfort.

Jorge looked at her. "It's obvious the two of you are related…the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." He looked out the window. "Now it's my turn…why are you here?" He asked. "You could have picked a better time for a family reunion.." He added under his breath.

Megan looked over at him, a mischievous smile on her lips. "I got kicked out of boarding school. Apparently I'm a rebellious tyrant.." She said, almost challengingly.

Jorge looked out of the window again. "Great..now there's two of them.." He muttered as they pulled up at the hotel and he started to get out.

Megan quickly got out and went around to his door. "Why is this a bad time, anyways?" She asked

Jorge waited for the cabbie to unload the suitcases and paid him, before looking at her again. "You don't know anything about what happened yesterday, do you?" He asked.

Megan looked at him, more seriously than before. "What happened?" She asked quickly.

"Yesterday was the Day of the Dead…and there was an attempted over throw of the government…Mexico is pretty much in a state of recovery.." He shrugged…not revealing anything about Sands.

"Oh…" Megan said, then followed him into the hotel.

"You're dad has rooms 214, 216, and 218." Jorge said while they were on the elevator. "214 and 218 are both joined by doors to 216, I'm pretty sure Sands is in 216." He said as they exited the elevator and went down the hall.

"So you're staying with us for a while?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I didn't plan on it.." Jorge said as he knocked on the door of 216.

"Then why are there 3 rooms?" She asked as Mateo opened the door…she tried not to let her jaw drop at the sight of the boy, no one told her she had a brother… at least, that's what she assumed he was in the mix of things.

Mateo left the door open and went back into the room to watch TV, and Megan heard her dad's voice.

"Did you check to see who it was before you let them in?" He asked, a tad of impatience in his voice.

"Yeah…it was Jorge and a girl.." Mateo shrugged.

"I have a lot of work to do.." Sands sighed.

"You should have left the chain on the door, asked to see both of our hands, closed the door and let us in through one of the adjoining room's doors. That would ensure we had no weapons, and by letting us in a door we didn't expect, allowed you to make sure no one else was with us." Megan said as she walked into the room, looking at her dad on the bed, he didn't look well.

Sands 'looked' towards her voice and nodded. "She's right." He simply said nonchalantly. "Though if there would have been someone there, you might have been just as surprised as them and more problems could arise." He added.

"It was a better approach than the one taken.." Megan shot back.

"True…but was it the best?" Sands smirked.

"That's based on opinion and the situation." Megan said with a shrug.

"Both are subject to variation and high powered weapons.." Sands replied.

"And both are typically unknowns.." She replied.

"Very good…" Sands smiled slightly…not a real smile though.