Okay, a long chapter with lots a POV changes. I hope you can keep up and I'm pretty sure your going to like what your about to read. I put almost all the characters in another perspective, give them a reason why they do what they do.

O and thanks to the ten people who've read and didn't bother to send something back, like a very trigger happy agent would say: Screw you! He said it, I didn't.

Chapter 11) The getaway plan.

Her head was thumping on one side. The side her ex patient had slammed the butt of his gun against. And now that she came back from her unconsciousness that pain started to arch and she could feel some caked blood sticking her hair into a bigger mess than it already was.

She blinked her eyes, her head was trying to find the balance back and when she wanted to feel how bad the wound was on her head she realised she could. Her bands where cuffed behind her back around on of the tree wooden poles of a chair.

Suddenly she saw a figure standing against the door, casual leaning against the wood, smoking a vanilla cig.

"That makes me guess your awake then, doc." Her ex patient puttered, not bothered to take the cigarette from his lips. He walked forward and kneeled, there knees brushing slightly. He inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke right in her face.

It made her eyes sting and water, she coughed and took a breath away from the smoke. When she looked back at him he smirked and took another drag. "Don't worry hon, lung cancer will be your last problem, right now." His smirk got something vicious and this time he did take the cigarette out of his mouth.

"You know, for a person that had enough money to go to a wee bit better University then I did you pretty dumb. Sorry to say that, I really am." His smirk disappeared. "Let's face it Doc, your pain stupid. So fucking stupid…" A quick chuckle, with more threat then amusement in it.

"I mean, I get that you find me interesting who's to blame for that. I'm a good looking guys with these beauties on." He brushed over his reflecting glasses where she could see her own frightening face in.

"Anyway, enough sweet-talk. Let's cut to the chase." He moved a little in discomfort. "Ha." He grabbed a chair from behind her, turn it around and sat down, leaning on the back. "You see, you fucked with me." He took a quick drag of the cigarette and waved it in front of her face as if he tried to hypnotize her. "And I don't like that. I mean I like to fuck let's not get a into a misunderstanding. But you kinda screwed me over Dr. Dominquez. And your going to make up for that. Your going to tell me right now who is behind all this, what they know and about how many where talking about. And your going to do that right now, because frankly the kid was right. I don't do morals, I don't give a shit about anything. I just care about pretty sweet me, now isn't that touching?"

"You also care about her." She hissed back trying to keep the last bit of confidence and information about him in mind.

"Hu." He made a see if I care gesture and bow his head, as he did with the cigarette. She cried and winched back spreading her legs just into before he pressed out his cigarette. He throw the butt careless away and crossed his arms, leaning on his wrist.

"So, you want to play this the hard way. Swell, it's been a while but I'm always up for a challenge." He licked his lips. "But because I'm in such a good mood I give you one last chance to come clean. Before I start to torture you."

She whimpered and started to pull on the cuffs. "You wouldn't dare."

"I wouldn't?" In a flash he sat up and draw his fist out, hitting her on the exact same spot she'd been hit before with the gun.

She cried out and let her head snap to the right.

"SANDS!?" The door got tossed open and Lizz came running inside. "What are you doing?! You can't hurt her!"

He swung around on the chair. "And why is that Lizzy?"

"Because she is a woman and you should treat all women with respect!" She lectured him. "Now go bug someone else, leave her alone!"

To her surprise and to her relieve her ex patient sighted and moodily stood up. When he passed her she grabbed his chair and turned it half so she could sit in a normal way.

"I'm sorry he hit you." She said a bit ashamed. "I don't like it when he get's all that violent, even with you." The disgust was impossible to miss. She felt a bit awkward being hold hostage and feeling some kind of guild towards the girl.

"But he has a point. You tricked me into doing something very nasty, Djessy. I trusted you and you just… you just-" She tried to suppress some sobs and whipped over her cheeks. "How could you? Did you needed money because I could have helped you with that. I guess you know what I did and know that I had my share in everything."

Djessy took a long moment. "No, I didn't do it for the money. I did it because señor Sands is one of those cases I could not leave alone. I never met anyone like him."

"So what your saying is you got my life, yourself and his in danger just because he fascinates you. If that was it you could just have come and we could have talked face to face. And not like well, you being cuffed and me being stress out and screaming for some coffee."

Djessy felt a bit put off after the girl stopped speaking and giving her nasty looks.

"You know, about some things you where very right Djessy. He is insane. And you pissed him off today, really bad. And if it wasn't for me he would have turned this room into one bloody mess. I don't know if you know movies like Hostel or Saw but he can do those things. I didn't see it because I held my eyes closed but the screams… He can hurt people without making it bleed. And when he makes it bleed…" She bit her lip. "Those screams…"

Djessy gulped and her eyes had grown huge. "But…"

Lizz fidget a bit on the chair. "I don't believe in violence. But if he comes back in things will turn ugly. And I can't stop him because… You know his rage and you said it yourself. If he wants to do something to you nothing can stop him, not even me."

"Can't you use make him-… I have some drug in my pocket."

The girl shook her head. "No, I'm not going to drug him. That's your style, not mine. And in case you forgot, I'm not on your side. To be very clear I'm miles from it. Right now, you're the person on the other side of the line. So unless you start giving me some information, there isn't much that I can do for you." Lizz putted her elbow on her knee and leaned on her palm.

Djessy frowned and bow her head. Fear made it hard to keep breathing. "W-what do you need to know?"

"Names, numbers, places… uhuu, time. Mostly everything you know. And try to remember before he squeezes it out."

Djessy gasped and felt her bottom lip tremble. She was sure she would burst into tears right in front of the girl she'd pictured as a easy target. Then she started to speak.

"They contact me about three months ago and asked if I could remember about el hombre sin ojos, with mean-"

"- The eyeless man, yes I got that thank you."

"Right… They asked me if I still was interested in him. I told them I wondered much about what happened and they asked me if I would like to cooperate in one of there assignments. I said yes, not realising what I signed in for. They managed to track him down but didn't want it to turn into a massacre. As I'm sure you read in his file-"

"- I did, go on."

"Yes, well they gave me a new phone and in less of a day you called. I was a bit surprised and also very exited when I heard about you. I mean you kept him in a good mental state, with his symptoms-"

"Enough flattering Djessy, you did that enough over the phone."

"Fine, the CIA kept me making small steps on the time. I don't think they had much haste to get him into-" She stopped and watched as Lizz her eyebrow rose.

"Into what Djessy?"

She sighted a angry about herself for letting important information slip like that. "There not interested in getting him better. They want to put him away."

"Which means to jail?"

"Yes, they want to lock him up for good. No therapy, no treatment just get him away from the rest of the world."

"And that's everything you know?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Your very sure of that?!"

She turned her hands into fist. "I only know that they want to lock him up because he knows to much about everything and that he as some kind of information they need. I don't think they will play very much by the rules-"

She shrugged. "They never do." Then the girl stood up. "Yeah, you can come back in now."

To her horror señor Sands stepped back in the room clacking his tongue.

The girl stood right next to him, her arms crossed.

"You played a nice game of good cop versus bad cop, girly. I would almost suggest to sign in for the CIA, weren't it there the one cheating on us."

"Thanks, it was to easy. She nearly cried." Smiling she looked from Djessy to Sands. "Heard everything you needed?"

"Yeah, sounds very swell and lovely, the same shit they write on Christmas carts."

"Deceive, plot and a happy Christmas, salute from the CIA. I don't think it will be catchy." She replied.

'Whatever, let's leave our hostage for a few moments and let's go to the bar. I need a drink after finding out they don't like me as much as I'd hoped they would."

And with that last comment Djessy got left alone, cuffed and unable to get free.

.-.-.

She was very found of herself. She was impressed of the things she had prevented from happening today. And there was quit a lot of that. For example, when Djessy had got the gun before she had it could have turned bad. With at least someone dead, it would have been her or Djessy, depended on how much luck Djessy had and how fast Sands could have pulled the trigger. Yes, blood could have been shad.

But she bluffed her way out of it. Yes, it had been the first time Djessy hold a gun. But the safety had been off. She could have shot. And she could have died.

The second thing that amazed her was her cool tone. She'd talked without letting out all the stress and fear she'd felt. And she came up with a decent plan.

Other than that, she had been able to lie without blushing, flushing and rambling. She'd played the good cop knowing Sands stood right behind her listening to everything that went on in the room. Not very reassuring, to know mister Chaos was overhearing your act.

"So how did she looked when you told her I was going to get psycho on her?" Sands asked her while she walked with him to the bar.

She smiled reminding Djessy's face in shock and distress. "I think your no longer her number one patient."

"Peachy."

Then she bit her lip. "But I feel kinda bad about it."

Sands gave her a pitiful look. "O please tell God to saint you holey. Christ Lizz you should get your heart ripped out." He grabbed her shoulder to find out where she was and took her chin.

"Listen, that bitch was going to turn me in, make me her guinea-pig." He stood very close looking down on her. "And she used you. She manipulated you. Don't forget about that. Just because she isn't a ugly bastard, just because she isn't six foot tall and just because she has that same kind of girlish voice you have…" He paused a moment, his jaws twitched. "It doesn't make her other then the averages fuckwit who wants to get rite of us. Don't forget about that."

She watched herself throw daggers at him via his glasses. She jerked her head back and made some space between the both of them. "Fin, she's bad but we are far from good Sands."

He shrugged. "That's never a problem for me."

'But it is for me.' Lizz thought but didn't say it out loud. "I won't going to like her again okay?"

"You better don't because if you double-cross me again I will rip your guts out, I shit you not." He replied and she could feel and see his rage rise back. She knew better then to get in that argument right now.

"Then I'll keep hating her, if that's what you want." She said and took his wrist to continue there walk to the bar. "But I don't want you to hit her. You just don't hit a woman, I think we both agree on that."

He didn't react immediately and seemed to be wander off. "Fine but if you cut out the physical abuse I want credit for the mental torture."

"If you feel like nagging and threaten her till she cries you got my blessing." She said blunt, knowing that if she said 'no' it would only make it a better challenge. "But first, let's make some plans."

"Not without a drink I won't." He grinned when he noticed by the soft music and cigar smoke they had entered the small bar of the motel. There was no-one else there except a waiter who was busy cleaning some glasses. By his cheapish way of looking, Lizz didn't see him as a treat.

"You can get one tequila. One." She told Sands when he found the chair and sat down.

"O for fucks sake…"

"I'm not kidding you do stupid things all the time and-"

He interrupted her by sighting extremely annoyed. "You think I'm getting wasted while the CIA is on my tail. Shun, for a moment I really thought you started to clear your childish little head. Thought wrong I guess."

She rolled her eyes, slightly relieve she wouldn't have to go through the whole drink-discussion again. That had started to grow a habit almost every night. "What do you want to drink then."

He thought for a moment. "O screw it you only live once and it won't be so long, settle me with a tequila shot."

"You only get-"

"One, got that sugar. Now hurry." He scuffled her off and she scampered to the bar. When she came back she pushed the tequila glass against his hand and sat down, sipping of her diet coke. She wasn't so found of alcohol after a few of her own horrible moments.

"So, what are we going to do now?" She asked when he placed back his glass.

"First things first, Lizz. What do we know?" He played with the tiny glass, sliding it from his right to his left. "We know the CIA is on our back, well basically mine-"

"-Count me in with that, Sands." She snored. "I dragged you back into this, I blew there cars up. I'm as much into this pile of shit as you are."

His face lightened slightly. "Well then, both of us are about to get fucked by the CIA. That's not good Lizz, but I guess you figured that all out by yourself. You ain't dumb."

"That's almost a compliment."

He didn't react on that and kept playing with his glass. "They know everything Lizz, everything. About you, about me. O fuck they know a hell lot about me. Yeah, Daily had a nice big fucking file with my name on it. They know everything, I don't have anything to hold on to. No slight bit of information that could pay them off."

"I know." Lizz said, now that he started about it himself it was a good time to get it out on the open. "I read the file, or at least the things Djessy found imported for me to know."

For a moment the glass stopped in his left hand. "Is that so."

"Yes, but she told me- us that you had some information they wanted. Any idea what that might be?"

He shook his head. "Beats me. They basically dumped me here in Mexico because they wanted to get rite of me. I'm sure you read that somewhere along the pages." Then he added to himself. "Why wasn't I just stationed in Alaska…"

They both went silent, Lizz took another sip of her coke.

"We need a other car, new ID's." Sands put forward. "You still got the money in reach right?"

"Money won't be the problem. I got some in the bags I brought with me and if where near a bank I can get it in a minute." She answered. "The car won't be a problem either, on of the guys working in the kitchen wanted to trade his old Cadillac for Julio's truck." She sighted. "Boy, he is not going to like it. That truck is like a brother to him."

"To bad he doesn't have a vote in this." Said Sands a bit harsh.

"Shut up, I ruined his life don't mock him." Lizz said miserable. "What are we going to do with them anyway? I mean I don't really care if anything bad happens to Djessy, but if Julio gets hurt…"

"O, boohoo." Sands snored. "We can just ditch him here. Sure, we give him some money to get back home."

"The agents saw him leave with us, they might think he's in it too." Lizz thought out loud. "It could put his family in danger and I don't want to risk that."

"Don't want to risk it or don't want to get over him." He rose a eyebrow and gave her that cocky half-grin. Now she started to play with her glass.

"Does it matter. Let's keep him for a few more days. That gives him some time to print the story in his head."

"Story?"

She sighted irritated. "Yes, something like we kidnapped him or something, I'll figure something out tomorrow."

"Swell, now what are we going to do with the doc. We can't ditch her. She's the only leverage we got at the moment. And I'm sure she has a bit more information then she just told."

"True, but what if she start to call for help-" She hadn't even said the words and she heard some screams coming from Sands' room.

"O crap. Wait here I'll be back in a sec!"

.-.-.

He heard her stumble back clearly frustrated and in the way she sat down, kicking against the table told him enough to rip the grin off his face.

"So what did you do with good old doc?" He asked.

"Gagged her." She muttered casual and picked her glass up. He just nodded and wondered how healthy it was for a teen to say it like it was part of her day routine.

"Arg, I wanna go to sleep." She yawned. "Let's come up with a plan so I know where to drive to tomorrow morning."

"I say we keep that bitch close. Did you check her pockets, if she has a bit more of that stuff where she knocked me out with we can keep her down for quit a while."

"Hmm, I hadn't thought about that. Sounds alright, for the moment. Your right, we still need her not just for a back up. She knows things, she's a doctor. She might even know some stuff about med-"

He could have slammed her in the face for bringing that up. "- Fuck you. I'm not taking anything. The last few weeks I felt like crap and I know it wasn't just because I was dead tired and because I suspected something." The glass in his hand felt so throw-able. To smash in hundred pieces right between the eyes of the waiter. Or hers if she would make another foolish comment.

"Sands I'm sorry for-"

"Another time, she stays, fine next subject." He run through his hair and a old 'friend' appeared. "I think I know the right guy to get some new ID's. J. Johns, made his trademark of faking the best papers."

"And where do we find this mister J?"

"Puerto Vallarta, coke-diamond, very intriguing city." He had a few flashbacks when he was still working there. Not that there was much to flashback to, it had been the most blur piece of past he could remember.

"Sounds very nice. That around the coast right?" He nodded. "I think that we can be there in a few days. We need to avoid the main roads." She started to fold some very big piece of paper and he guessed she was checking the best route.

"So, we keep Djessy under influence, take Julio till Puerto Vallarta, find that Johns which I hope is a better 'old friend' then your last… And then get a fake ID. Correct?"

"Yes sergeant, that's the idea." He barked back.

"And after we have the ID's?" She questioned.

"I'm working on it. I heard Europe is very beautiful in the winter." She didn't answer and drunk up the last bit of her coke.

"You know I already start to miss the evening-discussions about what channel the TV should stay on." She whispered and placed the glass back on the table.

He knew what she meant, somehow there life had sunk from low to lower. And tomorrow was going to be jackpot-bottom, because a good five hour drive in a car with two people he despised… He could only hope he wouldn't feel that trigger-happy. And pray the voice would keep low now that he was practically off any meds. Yes, tomorrow was going to be hell…

"Let's get some sleep." She proposed. He stood up and let her lead him back to the room. At his door she let good.

"Night, Sands."

He turn to her. "What are you doing?"

He could feel her roll her eyes. "I'm going to sleep with Julio." There was a silence. "I… No! Not with, in the same place… Don't give me that look, I still need to give him a huge explanation!"

"In other words you ditch me with the chick that pumped me full of drugs for about well lets say a good few months. Sorry that I can't remember the exact date my mind was all a bit blurry!"

"Well, what do you suggest you and Julio sharing one room?! That's not a option. And I'm not putting Julio with Djessy, I don't like the idea of her toying with his mind."

She had a very good statement, she was even practically right about it. But the idea of sleeping in a room next to the wench who had drove him back into the darkness he'd feared his whole life. The place where he was never safe and where that little boy cried all night because the walls where keeping him away from safety.

Even thinking about it made his stomach ache. Jesus, he'd been so fucked up. Even months after that fear would rush up all the sudden, the girly gave that feeling a name: Posttraumatic stress disorder.

He could stay in his room for hours, pleading to the walls, sitting behind his bed until she came in and tried to talk him out of it all. Had been hard, for both of them. It was hard to hear her voice while three other where screaming. A few times it got out of hand, but he really didn't want to think back about that.

"Fine, then I'll sleep in this room. But-" He paused and gave her a dirty look. "This is the first and last time, got that?" She answered something vaguely he had to guess it was something like 'fine' or 'whatever'.

When he closed the door he could hear the woman in front of him whimper. He crossed his arms and turned his head to her. 'Yeah, you be scared you sorry slut. I hope you fucking wet your paints just like the little boy did in the dark.'

He'd always had a lack of caring. But with her, well he had more feelings for a broken toaster then for her. After he was sure his breathing was calm he walked towards her and hold when he felt he knee touching his shin-bone. 'Now, I'm in control. And you know it.'

But he didn't felt like it. He knew she couldn't move but still her presence feared him. He could take her out in no time. She wouldn't even fight back, she couldn't. Still, all those things, memories, voices, drugs, pain… It was as real as she was breathing.

'Maybe if she stopped, everything would go away.' He wasn't sure if he thought about that or that something whispered it to him. He decided not to care.

His hand reached to her face and he touched her cheek. His jaws clutched and careful he slide more to the right making contact with her nose. He could feel how tense she was, she was afraid of him. Very afraid, she breathed in and out like she was running and had run a mile.

Her face was small he realised when he'd examined her chin and went through her hair. She was a lot smaller than he had imaged. In his point of view she was someone strong and untouchable. Something from the dark, something that could cause hurt. Something from his past.

But now, she felt like something you could crush with a single blow. Where you could do damage to. Something you could kill.

He smiled and reached back. He let her in distress for a few moments more. Then he took one single step back so there was no connection. And it was because he wanted to, not because she did.

His smile grew bigger. He tapped on his temple. "Now, I am God." He let his hand drop and he made it to the bed, letting the light on to make it near impossible for her to fall asleep. He found his way to the bed and crashed. He didn't took his glasses off, he didn't take his shirt off. He just dropped and fell asleep for the first time in many, many weeks.

I wanted to make it even longer but its part one. And I'm starting to feel extremely sleepy. Sorry if there is much bad grammar, I'll fix that if it's world-shocking. I liked this chapter a lot, it was fun writing it. And I think I came up with a descent plan along the way. Half of the things I hadn't even thought about. But that's the thing with Sands, he takes over. Next chap can take a while, I don't have a plan for the drive yet.

X Nuky