A/N: Thanks to quick29 and Dawnie-7 for your reviews. Because of your encouragement, here's Chapter 2. Thanks to and for your reviews. Because of your encouragement, here's Chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Sands

Alison walked in to the hospital feeling drained. She didn't like flying, so, needless to say, the plane ride to Mexico wasn't a fun one.

Alison walked up to the front desk and asked the woman there for Sands' room number. Alison didn't know any Spanish, so after a few minutes of struggling, the woman just wrote the number down on a piece of paper. Alison smiled at her and made her way slowly to his room.

Alison knocked softly at the door in front of her.

"If you're not a doctor with some fucking painkillers, get out of here!" Came Sands' voice.

Alison smirked. "Aww, I feel so unwanted."

"Ally?" Sands asked.

"In the flesh," Alison said. "Now am I going to have to stand here all day or do I get to come in?"

"Yeah, get in here," Sands said.

Alison opened the door and sat down on a chair next to Sands' bed. She studied him quietly for a moment. He didn't look too good. He was paler than usual and his matted hair covered the dark sunglasses that covered his eyes.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, sugar?" Sands asked, smirking.

"Shut up Sands," Alison said. "I was just noticing that you look like a train just hit you."

Sands turned his head in the direction of her voice. "Ouch, you wound me so."

"Yeah, yeah," Alison said, leaning back in her chair. "So, I'm here. What do you need my help with?"

"Well, I need you to get me back to the States," Sands said. "When we get there, I'm gonna have to crash with you for a few days until I get all sorted out with the CIA."

Alison raised her eyebrows. "I don't know if I can deal with you for that long, Sands."

Sands smirked. "What you mean is, 'I don't know if I can resist you for that long, Sands.'"

"In your dreams," Alison said, rolling her eyes.

"In yours too, darling," Sands said, feeling around on the table beside his bed. He reached a cell phone and picked it up. He flicked it open and held it in front of Alison's face.

"Yes, it's a cell phone, Sands, I can see that," Alison said. "Are you going to start showing me all of your little toys, now?"

"I'd like to show you another toy of mine," Sands said, wiggling his eyebrows. "And it isn't little."

"Actually, from what I remember, it is rather little," Alison said, laughing. "And unsatisfying."

Sands frowned. "That's not nice at all. Anyway, the phone is not for you to look at. I need you to call the boss."

Alison stopped laughing. "No fucking way, Sands! In case you haven't noticed, 'the boss' doesn't like me very much!"

"Come on Alison, you said you'd help," Sands said.

Alison just glared at him for a moment, forgetting that he couldn't see her, but judging by the smirk on his face, she knew he could sense it. Finally, she sighed.

"God, I really hate you, Sands," Alison said, yanking the phone out of his hand.

"You won't be saying that when we're in bed and I'm giving you the time of your life," Sands said, lying more comfortably in bed.

"You're such a pig," she said, shaking her head and dialing the CIA number she still remembered.

After talking to a few people, she got her former boss on the phone.

"Hello?" Came his deep, intimidating voice.

"Uh, hello, sir," Alison said nervously. "This is Alison Welkin."

There was silence for a moment before he answered.

"Hello, Miss Welkin," he said slowly. "What do you want?"

"Well, sir, I've got Sands here and he's in a bit of a pickle," Alison said.

"Really?" He asked. "What has he gotten himself in to now?"

Alison explained what Sands had told her.

"So, where do you fit in to all this, Miss Welkin?"

Alison paused. "Well, sir, Sands has requested my assistance."

"In what- wait, what?" The boss asked, sounding incredulous. "Agent Sands requested help?"

"Yes, sir," Alison said. "I realize that it's hard to believe, sir, but I'm telling the truth."

"I see," he said, slowly. "Tell me, in what was has he asked for your assistance?"

Alison frowned. She knew that he was hinting at her and Sands' past relationship.

"I'm not getting back together with him, if that's what you mean, sir," Alison said. Sands' lifted his head and smirked at her. 'Sure you aren't,' he mouthed. Alison hit him before continuing. "I'm merely helping him get back to the States and the CIA."

"I see," he said again. "Call me when you reach the States, then."

"Yes, sir," Alison said.

"Well, Miss Welkin," he said. "I can't honestly say that it has been a pleasure talking with you and I can't honestly say that I look forward to your call. Goodbye."

He hung up and Alison stared at the phone for a second.

"Asshole," she muttered, before tossing the phone back at Sands. He placed it back on the table.

"Bad talk?" He asked, smiling.

"Oh, shut up," she snapped, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes.

"Look on the bright side, sugar," Sands said. "You get to look after me."

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