A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I've been taking so long! School has started (sigh) and I've got a crap load of homework all the time, which I'm sure is also the case for many of you. Many thanks to:

blossomlite: Hey! Thanks a lot! I know you didn't copy anything, I was just kidding with you. I know you're too cool to do something like that! Toodles!

Deyanira: Thanks! You're just going to have to wait and see!

Elven-Roarior-Jeavryn: This is Sands we're talking about. I think it's pretty safe to say he deserved it, for one reason or another. No need to thank me. I should be thanking you so thank you!

Mrs.Depp63: Thanks so much!

cptn-jacks-bonnie-lass: Hey! Thanks a lot!

You and me both, pal, you and me both!

Thanks so much! All I'm going to say is that he's gotten himself in to a heap of trouble. Typical Sands behaviour!

Lol. She has been holding back for a long time, hasn't she? Oh well. It's more fun this way so too bad for Sands. I don't think I would have lasted this long! Lol!

KatrinaKaiba: Thanks very much, mate!

He does seem to have women slapping him all over the place, doesn't he? He has the worst luck sometimes.

Yes, I definitely know what you mean! Lol! Thanks again!

I am pleased to present chapter 6!

Chapter 6: Back On The Road

"We need to get out of here," Sands said in a business-like voice.

"What the hell was that?" Alison cried. "Who were those people? Why were they shooting at me?"

"I'll explain later," Sands said, gathering their belongings and pulling Alison out of the hotel room. He shut the door and dragged her down the hall towards the elevator.

"No," Alison said firmly, digging her heels down. Sands yanked her towards him.

"Look," he said angrily. "We do not have time for this. We have to leave. I will explain everything to you later."

Alison closed her eyes briefly, yanked her arm out of Sands' grip and stalked down the hall and in to the elevator. She didn't hold the door for him and Sands barely made it inside in one piece.

"Thanks," he said sarcastically. Alison said nothing.

The elevator slowly took them down to the lobby and Sands walked straight out of the hotel while Alison hurriedly explained to the woman behind the desk that they needed to check out because of an emergency.

"Certainly," the woman said, tapping in to her computer while Alison passed her the key to the room and a wad of cash. She then hurried out of the hotel to catch up with Sands, who had already hailed a cab and was waiting for her.

"Finally," he snarled before roughly helping her in to the vehicle. Alison took no notice of his tone and just rolled her eyes. Sands got in, slammed the door and told the cab driver to drive to the nearest airport.

"The airport? Where are we going?" Alison asked.

"Your place," Sands replied before pulling Alison's body closer to his and lowering his voice.

"I can't afford to have anyone overhear what I'm about to tell you," he muttered, shooting a brief glance at the taxi driver.

"He's just a cab driver," Alison whispered after following his gaze. "What's the big deal?"

"She's got spies all over the place," Sands replied quietly.

"She?" Alison asked, arching an eyebrow. "She who?"

"Adrianna Collins," said Sands.

"Who's that?" Alison asked.

"She's a very powerful woman that I made the mistake of pissing off," Sands explained. "I met her when I first came to Mexico."

"Did you hook up with her?" Alison asked, a twinge of jealousy in her voice.

"Of course," Sands said, grinning. "She was fucking hot. We hooked up and then I sort of screwed her over."

"Where have I heard that before?" Alison muttered under her breath.

"Anyway," Sands continued. "She didn't take too kindly to it and has been trying to hunt me down and kill me ever since. It's been so long since I've had a problem with her, though. I let my guard down. It was stupid of me, sugar."

With those words he slung an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her arm. Alison figured that was as close as she was getting to an apology and leaned her head back against the seat.

"So what now?" Alison asked wearily.

"We carry through the original plan," Sands said. "We head back to the States and I'll stay at your house while I sort things out with the CIA."

Alison sighed and Sands turned to look at her.

"What's wrong, sugarbutt?" He asked, grinning. "Sick of me already?"

"I just don't like getting shot at every time I turn around, Sands," Alison said.

Sands look suddenly turned serious.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Ally," Sands said in a low voice. "I promise you. I'll kill every son of a bitch who tries to hurt you."

'What if you're the one who's hurting me, Sands?' Alison though. She couldn't deny it. Her old feelings for Sands were slowly returning to her. She had liked being around him untilshe had gotten shot at, of course. 'No, Alison,' she told herself sternly. 'Don't do this to yourself. He'll just break your heart again.'

Sands turned to face Alison at her silence.

"Ally?" He asked, squeezing her hand. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Alison said stiffly. "Just thinking."

She closed her eyes but knew that he was still facing her, silently asking for a better answer. She refused to give him one. He let her hand go.

They reached the airport. Alison led Sands to one of the many desks there to ask about tickets before sitting nearby on an uncomfortable plastic chair and dozing off. Sands returned relatively quickly with two plane tickets in hand.

"What'd you do?" Alison asked. "Flash your badge and look menacing?"

"That about covers it," Sands said, smirking. "Come on, our plane's leaving soon."

There was only one thing Alison disliked more than flying... flying with Sands.

A/N: Ok, I apologise if Sands isn't in character or if there's a hole in the story but I'm really tired and I just wanted to get this chapter up right away because I felt bad for delaying it for so long. Anyway, review!