They toured all over Cuba, but as the days passed Gina got weaker. Her breathing became laboured, she was always exhausted and weak. She even began to hallucinate. She relived the times she was undercover and got raped. She confessed her sins and she professed her love for Sonny. All this she did without even seeing him. It was when she called herself a whore because of sleeping with the men she was investigating, that it tore at Crockett's heart. He hadn't known how she felt all these years. He knew it had hurt her, but not that she felt guilt for it. When she talked about the past, confessing her love and how she had felt over the years, he was shocked she had kept her love so well hidden.

After the latest hallucination, Crockett couldn't help crying. It was his tears that Gina saw, when her conscious mind came back. "Sonny, oh Sonny, please don't cry. I'm so sorry for putting you through this. I should have stayed away from you…. but I couldn't."

Sonny, rubbed his hands over his face, then said, "I love you Gina, all of you and I wouldn't have it any other way. I would have come found you, if you had run away from me. You know we belong together, even if it's for a short time."

"I'm so cold, can you hold me?" Gina asked softly. She knew he loved her and that he desperately wanted to take her pain away, but couldn't.

Sonny got a blanket, wrapped it around her and then put her on his lap. "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you." Gina said simply, tilting her head to look at him.

He inclined her head and gently kissed her. They sat that way on the balcony looking out at the ocean. After a while, Gina said she needed to sleep, so he put her to bed and then went to the bar and drank half a bottle of cuban rum. He was trying to chase the pain away, the death demon was stalking their happiness. He stumbled upstairs. Opening their room, he saw the bed empty. Alarmed, he searched the room. Then he saw a letter on the dresser addressed to him. He grabbed it and searched for Gina. It was late afternoon and he knew she loved sitting on the beach watching the sunset. Drunken haze was gone, as he ran to their spot on the beach. He saw her sitting on the beach, blanket wrapped around her. He approached cautiously, dreading what he might find.

"Gina baby…?" Sonny asked, his heart in his throat.

"Sonny, go…. It's time for me," she said through her tears.

"I wont let you push me away Gina, not now, not ever. I love you so much." Sonny sat down leaning against the rock. He picked her up and easily put her on his lap.

Gina sighed, she had tried to save him from this. "I…," she couldn't even say it. She couldn't tell him that these were her last breaths.

"I know darlin', I know. Relax Gina, I'm here with you. It's okay. And I found your letter."

"Read it once I'm gone." Gina used all her effort to hug him and kiss him one last time. "I'll be your guardian angle Sonny."

She turned her head, resting it on his chest. Then as the sun began it's decent into the ocean, Gina took her last breaths. Crockett had tears pouring down his face, as he held her. He felt the exact moment when her spirit left her body. He didn't move, just sat there holding her. He was glad he had been with her these last few months. Still holding her, he opened her letter. It told him about a lot of what she'd said when she was hallucinating about him. It explained everything and showed him she'd been ready for this day for a long time. He looked at the photographs of them, cherishing that she'd been so happy with him. He saw the number for her lawyer and knew he'd have some phone calls to make. After reading the letter, he put it and the pictures in his breast pocket. Then he picked her up and took her to their room. From there he called the front desk and advised of her passing.

[Motley Crue's Without You plays softly in the background: "…Without you, my hope is small, Let me be me all along, Let the fires rage inside, Knowing someday I'd grow strong (I was wrong?), Without you. Without you, A sailor lost at sea, Without you, woman, The world comes down on me…."]

The cuban people were very understanding and helped make sure her wish to be buried by her mother was fulfilled. As per the instructions in the letter, he didn't contact anyone about her death, until after the dirt and headstone were in place. His grief had to be put in check until he called her lawyer. When Crockett called the lawyer, he was told that everything was taken care of by Gina, even letting Trudy and her Aunt know what had happened. Then he was told Gina had left him some money, which he could come get once he returned to Miami, Florida. After the phone call ended, he put the letter and pictures in the secret compartment of his suitcase. HE put his real passport there too with Gina's. Took out his alias passport. Then Crockett drowned his grief in a few bottles of rum.

It was during one of his drunken moments, that men working for Pablo Escobar Gaviria picked him up. They took him to a house and gave him whatever he wanted, which was mostly rum and whiskey.

[Corey Hart's Never Surrender plays: "…So if you're lost and on your own, You can never surrender, And if your path won't lead you home, You can never surrender, And when the night is cold and dark, You can see, you can see light, Cause no-one can take away your right, To fight and never surrender…."]

A week and a half after Gina's death, Sonny finally sobered enough to care where he was. He stood clothing and all in the shower and let it wash everything away. He stripped and came out wearing a towel. On the bed was a set of new clothing. He put it on. He saw his suitcases and checked to see if his real passport had been found in the false bottom. That would tell him if he was in danger too. Relief flooded him, when he saw that both Gina's letter and real passport were untouched. His real passport was also there, with their spare money. Next he went out the room and a man led him to the backyard. He recognized one man right away.

"Mr. Noriega," Sonny said in greeting.

"Sonny, my condolence to you. I was told that Gina has passed away. I came as soon as I was told."

"Thank you," Sonny said shaking his hand.

"Bring us some rum and a bottle of bourbon for Mr. Burnett," Mr. Noriega ordered. Then he introduced the other man sitting with him, "Pablo Escobar Gaviria, this is Sonny Burnett."

They shook hands. Sonny said, "I apologize, but I don't remember even coming here."

Mr. Gaviria nodded, I can replace things, but I could never replace my wife and kids. When we loose a loved one, grief can do that."

"That and five bottles of cuban rum and two bottles of whiskey, from what the men have told me," Mr. Noriega added.

They all laughed. Then Mr. Gaviria said, "business can wait. Is there anything you need Mr. Burnett?"

"I need a boat that I can take to Miami. I have to take care of some things for Gina there. Then I will return. Mr. Noriega, do you have one of the scarab off shore boats I recommended you get?"

"Yes, one is waiting for you. Or you could fly there."

Sonny shook his head, "I don't want any records showing I arrived. By boat the Feds wont know I'm in town. Then I'll be back here before they even find out I was in Miami."

Mr. Gaviria nodded his head, liking the answer. "That settles it then. When you return we have much to discuss." He stood up, shook their hands and then left.

"When do you want to leave Mr. Burnett?"

"Now if the boat has fuel," Sonny said.

"Sure, I'll have one of the men take you there and give you the key. When should we expect you back?"

Sonny rotated his shoulder, "late tonight I should be back."

Noriega nodded. Then signalled a man that was waiting by the table and told him in spanish what to do.

Crockett was taken to a dock close to the house. There waited a Wellcraft 38'. The man helped untie him and he turned the key. The gauges showed it was fully fuelled. The engine roared to life. Crockett backed it up and moved slowly from the shore out into the ocean. Once the depth finder showed he was deep enough, he gave more throttle. He smiled, Noriega had followed all his instructions. The boat was fast and sliced through the water, there was a little more weight to this one. That meant it was used to cut through the higher waves. It had four motors, allowing for optimal speed even though it had the added weight. Impressed with the boats construction and speed, Crockett gave it full throttle. In no time he could already see the Miami coast line. As he came closer to land, he slowed the boat down. Then joined a speed boat regatta, but stayed towards the back of the pack. This was perfect cover to come into the marina. Once he found a place to dock, he tied her down and then used the pay phone to make a phone call.

Gina's lawyer sent a cab to have Crockett picked up. Once at the lawyer's office he signed some of the paperwork and decided to make his own will. He gave Caroline some money and the rest was for his son Billy. Gina had told him in her letter to make sure that he took care of Billy no matter what happened, to pay for his first car and college. So Crockett took care of that. Then he used the secured line to call Lt. Castillo. It was arranged that Crockett would be arrested on the street and taken in cuffs into the Lieutenant's office. There they would talk in private.

The blinds were closed in Lt. Castillo's office. Trudy came in and took off the handcuffs. She tearfully hugged Crockett. "Gina sent me a letter. I never knew Sonny, I never even knew she was sick. What kind of partner am I?"

"Trudy honey, no one knew, it's the way Gina wanted it. You're a fantastic cop and great partner, don't ever forget that."

Lt. Castillo waited until Trudy let go of Crockett. Then he said, "Sonny and I have to discuss some things in private. Please excuse us Trudy."

Trudy nodded and slipped out the door, making sure she closed it. She got the impression, Crockett was deep undercover and no one in the department was supposed to know. She knew if they needed her, they would come get her. In the mean time, she was in costume and had to get out on the street.

In the Lieutenant's office, Crockett said, "Marty," and shook Castillo's hand warmly.

"Crockett, that information you passed on, is very valuable. I talked to some close friends and we have you re-assigned to DEA. You will report to me or your handler only. No one is to know that you are back. There is too much departmental corruption."

"Wait a minute, I never said I was back," Sonny said.

Castillo gave him a sharp look and waited. Sonny sighed, "alright, who is the handler?"

"A woman named Petra Salaya. She is also currently undercover in the Gaviria network. She is a fantastic agent, impeccable record of arrests. Best of all she's clean, cannot be bought. She has no living relatives or family, no children, no attachments."

"So she cannot be threatened or blackmailed. Nice. When do I meet her?" Sonny asked.

"Since she is under, she will contact you when the opportunity arises. This is her picture, so you will recognize her," Lt. Castillo passed him a photograph.

"Wow, she's tall… a lot of leg." Sonny smiled, handing back the picture. Then he reached into his pocket. "You can hold on to these things for me. I have my Burnett passport, that will do for now." He handed Lt. Castillo Gina's passport, the letter and photos and his real passport too.

"I have your DEA ID, but since you'll be undercover, I will just hold on to it. Use my secure line, if you need to contact me for any reason. This is your credit card, DEA has a bigger budget than Vice."

"I've got to go Marty, they want me back tonight." Sonny shook his hand and then raised his voice, "this is bullshit. If I can't even walk on the street without being pulled in…." He winked at Castillo, opened the office door and stormed out.

He took a cab back to the marina and got the scarab heading back to Cuba. As he streaked over the waves, he thought about the fact that he was once again working. He knew that's what Gina had wanted. Once this was all over, he'd have to talk to Marty and see if she'd had some influence on getting him reassigned. For now he was going to do his best to help take down these two notorious drug smugglers. Both Noriega and Gaviria were huge traffickers of heroine and cocaine. He wondered what they wanted with Mr. Burnett.