A/N: It's Day 2 of Alt-RS. Thank you for reading and reviewing. Thanks JoeltotheD and mxpw for their crazy brains, and Maximus for his beta.

Also, happy birthday Katsumaro.

Guide: The following scene takes place right after Sarah's scenes in the second chapter of Rogue Spy.

Disclaimer: Sarah Walker is an expert (and nuts) driver, but you shouldn't phone while driving.

Rogue Spy: the True Story

Or What's Really Going On With Sarah Walker

Victorville's Surroundings

August 6, 2009

"Come on, pick up the phone!" Sarah said out loud in frustration.

Carina wasn't answering, and Sarah was getting impatient. She was currently driving away from Victorville. Well, admittedly, she was more like racing away, considering the speed. She was pushing her dump of a car to its maximum.

She had hoped to catch Carina on the phone before eating, but that didn't seem in the cards. She tilted her head to the side to tuck her phone between her shoulder and ear, and reached over to the passenger seat to grab a sandwich.

"Hey, hon," Carina said, when she finally answered the call.

"Hey, it's me," Sarah said, and forgot all about her food. "I don't think I'll make it to Vegas this time. I'm sorry."

"What? What happened?" Sarah's frustration increased at Carina's obvious disappointment. Stupid Florian Kauffman! Or whatever the hell his real name was.

"Some guy attacked me at my hotel. I need to head down to Mexico."

"Oh. Are you okay?" There was the concern. Luckily, it never lasted long with Carina.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well, if you're going to Mexico, I could meet you there." Not long at all. "Um," Carina droned out the sound as she was obviously contemplating their options. "How about Cabo? We had so much fun last time with Bryce!"

"I don't know."

"What is it?"

"Bryce just died," Sarah said, annoyed. This should be obvious. "Do you really want to go back there?"

"Bryce died ages ago."

"Three months ago," Sarah said.

"That's what I said. Come on, it'll be fun!"

Sarah sighed loudly.

"You, me, a sunny beach, cocktails with colorful umbrellas," Carina added in a sing-song voice. "And most importantly of all: our bikinis." She paused. "Well…at least, at first."

Sarah's mind was swamped with several pleasant images. "Yeah, it does sound like fun," she admitted. "We could do that somewhere else than Cabo, though."

"Fine," Carina agreed, likely because she was getting bored by the conversation. That was an easy way to win an argument with her: just make it last. "You pick then."

"I could catch a plane for Cancun in Phoenix." Sarah would go to San Diego first, cover-up her attempt to go to L.A., and catch a plane there. Carina didn't need to know the details.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Cabo's closer, babe." Sarah felt briefly guilty over not telling Carina about what she was really doing, but the less she knew, the safer she'd be. "You wouldn't have to fly."

"I have something in mind. I'll be fine."

"Okay, well, text me the details." Carina never was one to worry too much, anyway. "I'm gonna go shopping for the trip! I can't wait!"

Sarah laughed at her enthusiasm. It made her throat hurt. Stupid random assassin! She coughed, and decided to focus back on happier thoughts. "Um, I think I'll have to shop once there." She did have a bikini in her bag—she had kept it for something special—but it was better that Carina didn't know about it. She tended to get a little jealous sometimes.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll take care of it!"

"Carina," Sarah warned.

She ignored Sarah—not an unusual occurrence. "I should get on it!"

"Try to get me something with actual fabric this time!"

Sarah liked to show off her legs; it was only fair to them considering how pretty they were. She liked to show off the rest of her too, to be honest, but Carina could get a little excessive.

"No promises!"