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The next morning was more nerve-wracking for Agent Jack Meyers. He got to work and immediately started to think of ways to get Collins out of his office. As luck would have it, fate was on his side. Setting up distractions and schemes so that people do what you want them to was more Sands' specialty then his own. Sheldon must have known this. Just when Meyers was thinking of sabotaging the security system but first he'd have to convince Collins to get into the elevator so that he'd be trapped, he heard an irritating, repetitive tapping noise that needed to be stopped.
He left his desk and walked into the hallway. He ducked behind a door when he saw Sheldon. He was hiding more from the person or people that Sands was talking to then from Sands himself.
At the moment he was busy talking to the receptionist. "Yes, I know my status says that I'm inactive. But you see, I was here for my debriefing yesterday and there was something that I forgot to tell Agent Mills and it's very important."
Almost as if it was one of Sands spectacular set ups, Collins walked down hall. "Sheldon Sands." Now Meyers knew that Sheldon had to have heard him but he jumped when Collins yelled, dropping his cane and letting it roll across the floor. He backed up so that his back hit the counter. Meyers used the time given to him to sneak back around the corner and into Collins' office.
Meyers wasn't sure how long he'd have. He decided that the faster he worked the better. The hard part was that he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for. Once he was inside the office he was surprised to find a compact disc on the desk. When he picked it up, and the light hit the surface of the disc a message seemed to appear on the case. Corruption is lethal. It was in Sands writing. He put the disc into his pocket and walked back to his office. He noticed that Sands was in the hallway outside his office, leaning against the wall.
Sheldon knew right away who was watching him. "Who knew that Collins didn't like the fact that the important thing I wanted to tell Mills was that I left my prosthetic arm in Mexico."
Meyers grabbed him by the elbow and led him into the office, then shut the door. "Even blind you're a better agent then me."
Sands laughed. Meyers relaxed, it couldn't be that bad if Sands could still laugh. He remembered the way that Sands used to laugh. The way his face would soften, the sparkle in his brown eyes, the feel of his hand on Meyers shoulder and a quirky smile on his lips. Now when he laughed things seemed to change. His features seemed to soften, but the worry lines never left. Mexico had managed to age him the way that being in the CIA couldn't. They had taken something else as well. Or maybe that had been the plan all along.
Sheldon's expression changed, as he grew serious. "Take it home, download it and then tell me what you see." He got up, extended his fingers until his fingertips hit the door. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
"Where are you going?"
Sands turned so that he was facing Meyers. He smiled sarcastically. With no job or family to go to, where in the hell did he think he was going? He stood in the doorway. "Home."
Once out of the building he managed to get a cab rather quickly. He got into the cab and told the driver the address. He never noticed the man that was following.
Meyers went home that afternoon. When he popped the Compact Disc into the computer he couldn't believe what he saw. There was only one file on it. The file was named 823418. Meyers knew that his was Sands number. All CIA agents have a number; this is the number that they repeat. As he opened the file and started to read he felt sick to his stomach.
Sands got home and immediately knew that something was wrong. As soon as he shut the door he felt another presence in the room. "Who's there?" The only response to his question was the touch of cold metal against his temple. At the same time the intruder kicked his cane away from him. Sheldon knew that he wouldn't be able to fight the man off. The man was so close to him that he could smell the cologne and it made him feel sick.
"Open your mouth."
Sands turned slightly and opened his mouth. He was sure that he would feel the cold steel of the gun against his lips. He was both surprised and terrified to find a rolled up cloth being shoved into his mouth and then the feel of tape across his mouth. He knew that this was not good. The cloth combined with the tape would muffle any noise that he made. ~Okay Sheldon keep calm. After all, you've been through worse."~
"Sit."
Sheldon had a bit of trouble with that. He could feel the floor beneath his feet but he had a hard time judging the distance. This meant that he simply let himself fall, rather then going to his knees and then to his butt. The laughing that he heard was maddening.
"Hands out in front, palms together, fingers interlaced."
With an eerie calmness that was all fake and practiced, he did as was requested.
The man bound his hands together with tape. There were millions of questions flooding his head and unfortunately his ability to speak, at the moment was gone. He was panicking but he was keeping his breathing steady. He had to make sure, whoever this fuckmook was, that he knew that he was not getting under his skin.
As of right then he was trapped in his dark world. Unable to touch anything. He was unable to get this man's attention by talking. He quickly tried to decipher the noises that he heard. His heart jumped into his throat as he heard a zipper being pulled down. As his assailant pushed him so that he was lying on his back he realized exactly what this man was going to do to him. He couldn't fight him off, he was pretty sure that the man would shoot him without thinking twice. He was just hoping that the errands that he had sent Fernando on would be enough to keep the child from walking in on what he was sure was going to be a rape.
"Hands over your head."
He mentally sighed and lifted his hands over his head. As his zipper was pulled down and his pants were pulled down to his ankles he thought that he couldn't feel anymore exposed. Then the intruder did the unthinkable; he reached down and went to pull the sunglasses of Sands' face. Sands moved his head until he felt the cold metal of the gun under his chin. He froze.
~Fine, fuckmook. Take 'em off. I hope what you see gives you nightmares.~ After he felt the sunglasses leave his face, he waited for the gasp. It never came. The shock and surprise that most people experience after they see the exposed upper portion of his face wasn't there. Sands knew that this meant that whoever this person was he had to have already known about his trouble in Mexico.
He tried to keep his thoughts organized. This was hard; all he could think of was how gruesome he looked and how exposed he felt. ~Okay Sheldon. Breathe. Take it easy. It's going to be hurt but after getting your eyes drilled out, this will be a walk in the park. Just go inside your head and everything will be okay."~
"Mr. Sands? You aren't listening to me anymore."
Sands faced where he thought the voice was. He had to stay focused. He realized that going inside his head wasn't an option; he had to be aware of everything.
He felt his hair fall into his face. He was glad; he used his glasses as a security blanket. When he had them on he could pretend that nothing was wrong. With them on he was fearless. Without them he was vulnerable. Whoever looked at his face would see immediately that he was mutilated. His weakness was put out in the open. He was turned from Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, former CIA agent, to Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, the blind man. He cringed as his intruder took the hair that had fallen and tucked the stands behind his ear. With that bit of comfort gone his mask of indifference began to slip.
The intruder smiled as Sands' breathing hitched. "You did something wrong, didn't you?" Sands shook his head. "Wrong answer." He ripped open a condom and placed it on himself. "When you lie bad things happen to you." Sands winced as his legs were spread and he felt something at the entrance of his body. "You can recant your earlier statement. You did something at the office that you weren't supposed to, didn't you?"
Once again Sands shook his head. He bit down on the cloth inside his mouth as the man entered him. It was the most excruciating pain that he had ever felt. It felt as if he was riding a pole and being split in half. He was pleading behind the gag for the man to stop.
As the man thrust in and out of his body he laughed. He knew from the strained look on Sheldon's face that he was causing him pain. He knew that if Sands had eyes he'd be crying. He knew that the moans that he heard were the pleas for him to stop. He didn't stop until his seed had filled the condom. When he looked up at Sands, he was pleased with what he saw. The snarky CIA agent still had his hands above his head; his fists were clenched so hard that his nails had dug into his palms. His head was twisted to one side.
He pulled out, redressed himself and ungagged him. He put his hand under Sands' chin, forcing him to 'look' at him. He was ecstatic to discover Sands was trembling. "I'll consider this a lesson learned, if it's discovered that you're where you don't belong," he raised his gun so that it was under Sands' chin again. "I'll have to put this to use. Understand?"
Sands cocked his head to the side. " Yes." He was proud of himself; he had been able to keep his voice steady. The man untied him and left. Sheldon lay on his floor for almost an hour before he was able to get his breathing and mind under control. He had just managed to get dressed when his phone rang. "Hello?"
Meyers had a feeling that something was wrong. Sands sounded stuffy and extremely tired. "Sands? Are you okay?" Before the question could be answered Fernando came in. He was stunned. Sands was sitting on the floor rocking and talking on the phone. Fernando made sure that he was quiet.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Tell me what you found."
He left his desk and walked into the hallway. He ducked behind a door when he saw Sheldon. He was hiding more from the person or people that Sands was talking to then from Sands himself.
At the moment he was busy talking to the receptionist. "Yes, I know my status says that I'm inactive. But you see, I was here for my debriefing yesterday and there was something that I forgot to tell Agent Mills and it's very important."
Almost as if it was one of Sands spectacular set ups, Collins walked down hall. "Sheldon Sands." Now Meyers knew that Sheldon had to have heard him but he jumped when Collins yelled, dropping his cane and letting it roll across the floor. He backed up so that his back hit the counter. Meyers used the time given to him to sneak back around the corner and into Collins' office.
Meyers wasn't sure how long he'd have. He decided that the faster he worked the better. The hard part was that he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for. Once he was inside the office he was surprised to find a compact disc on the desk. When he picked it up, and the light hit the surface of the disc a message seemed to appear on the case. Corruption is lethal. It was in Sands writing. He put the disc into his pocket and walked back to his office. He noticed that Sands was in the hallway outside his office, leaning against the wall.
Sheldon knew right away who was watching him. "Who knew that Collins didn't like the fact that the important thing I wanted to tell Mills was that I left my prosthetic arm in Mexico."
Meyers grabbed him by the elbow and led him into the office, then shut the door. "Even blind you're a better agent then me."
Sands laughed. Meyers relaxed, it couldn't be that bad if Sands could still laugh. He remembered the way that Sands used to laugh. The way his face would soften, the sparkle in his brown eyes, the feel of his hand on Meyers shoulder and a quirky smile on his lips. Now when he laughed things seemed to change. His features seemed to soften, but the worry lines never left. Mexico had managed to age him the way that being in the CIA couldn't. They had taken something else as well. Or maybe that had been the plan all along.
Sheldon's expression changed, as he grew serious. "Take it home, download it and then tell me what you see." He got up, extended his fingers until his fingertips hit the door. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
"Where are you going?"
Sands turned so that he was facing Meyers. He smiled sarcastically. With no job or family to go to, where in the hell did he think he was going? He stood in the doorway. "Home."
Once out of the building he managed to get a cab rather quickly. He got into the cab and told the driver the address. He never noticed the man that was following.
Meyers went home that afternoon. When he popped the Compact Disc into the computer he couldn't believe what he saw. There was only one file on it. The file was named 823418. Meyers knew that his was Sands number. All CIA agents have a number; this is the number that they repeat. As he opened the file and started to read he felt sick to his stomach.
Sands got home and immediately knew that something was wrong. As soon as he shut the door he felt another presence in the room. "Who's there?" The only response to his question was the touch of cold metal against his temple. At the same time the intruder kicked his cane away from him. Sheldon knew that he wouldn't be able to fight the man off. The man was so close to him that he could smell the cologne and it made him feel sick.
"Open your mouth."
Sands turned slightly and opened his mouth. He was sure that he would feel the cold steel of the gun against his lips. He was both surprised and terrified to find a rolled up cloth being shoved into his mouth and then the feel of tape across his mouth. He knew that this was not good. The cloth combined with the tape would muffle any noise that he made. ~Okay Sheldon keep calm. After all, you've been through worse."~
"Sit."
Sheldon had a bit of trouble with that. He could feel the floor beneath his feet but he had a hard time judging the distance. This meant that he simply let himself fall, rather then going to his knees and then to his butt. The laughing that he heard was maddening.
"Hands out in front, palms together, fingers interlaced."
With an eerie calmness that was all fake and practiced, he did as was requested.
The man bound his hands together with tape. There were millions of questions flooding his head and unfortunately his ability to speak, at the moment was gone. He was panicking but he was keeping his breathing steady. He had to make sure, whoever this fuckmook was, that he knew that he was not getting under his skin.
As of right then he was trapped in his dark world. Unable to touch anything. He was unable to get this man's attention by talking. He quickly tried to decipher the noises that he heard. His heart jumped into his throat as he heard a zipper being pulled down. As his assailant pushed him so that he was lying on his back he realized exactly what this man was going to do to him. He couldn't fight him off, he was pretty sure that the man would shoot him without thinking twice. He was just hoping that the errands that he had sent Fernando on would be enough to keep the child from walking in on what he was sure was going to be a rape.
"Hands over your head."
He mentally sighed and lifted his hands over his head. As his zipper was pulled down and his pants were pulled down to his ankles he thought that he couldn't feel anymore exposed. Then the intruder did the unthinkable; he reached down and went to pull the sunglasses of Sands' face. Sands moved his head until he felt the cold metal of the gun under his chin. He froze.
~Fine, fuckmook. Take 'em off. I hope what you see gives you nightmares.~ After he felt the sunglasses leave his face, he waited for the gasp. It never came. The shock and surprise that most people experience after they see the exposed upper portion of his face wasn't there. Sands knew that this meant that whoever this person was he had to have already known about his trouble in Mexico.
He tried to keep his thoughts organized. This was hard; all he could think of was how gruesome he looked and how exposed he felt. ~Okay Sheldon. Breathe. Take it easy. It's going to be hurt but after getting your eyes drilled out, this will be a walk in the park. Just go inside your head and everything will be okay."~
"Mr. Sands? You aren't listening to me anymore."
Sands faced where he thought the voice was. He had to stay focused. He realized that going inside his head wasn't an option; he had to be aware of everything.
He felt his hair fall into his face. He was glad; he used his glasses as a security blanket. When he had them on he could pretend that nothing was wrong. With them on he was fearless. Without them he was vulnerable. Whoever looked at his face would see immediately that he was mutilated. His weakness was put out in the open. He was turned from Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, former CIA agent, to Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, the blind man. He cringed as his intruder took the hair that had fallen and tucked the stands behind his ear. With that bit of comfort gone his mask of indifference began to slip.
The intruder smiled as Sands' breathing hitched. "You did something wrong, didn't you?" Sands shook his head. "Wrong answer." He ripped open a condom and placed it on himself. "When you lie bad things happen to you." Sands winced as his legs were spread and he felt something at the entrance of his body. "You can recant your earlier statement. You did something at the office that you weren't supposed to, didn't you?"
Once again Sands shook his head. He bit down on the cloth inside his mouth as the man entered him. It was the most excruciating pain that he had ever felt. It felt as if he was riding a pole and being split in half. He was pleading behind the gag for the man to stop.
As the man thrust in and out of his body he laughed. He knew from the strained look on Sheldon's face that he was causing him pain. He knew that if Sands had eyes he'd be crying. He knew that the moans that he heard were the pleas for him to stop. He didn't stop until his seed had filled the condom. When he looked up at Sands, he was pleased with what he saw. The snarky CIA agent still had his hands above his head; his fists were clenched so hard that his nails had dug into his palms. His head was twisted to one side.
He pulled out, redressed himself and ungagged him. He put his hand under Sands' chin, forcing him to 'look' at him. He was ecstatic to discover Sands was trembling. "I'll consider this a lesson learned, if it's discovered that you're where you don't belong," he raised his gun so that it was under Sands' chin again. "I'll have to put this to use. Understand?"
Sands cocked his head to the side. " Yes." He was proud of himself; he had been able to keep his voice steady. The man untied him and left. Sheldon lay on his floor for almost an hour before he was able to get his breathing and mind under control. He had just managed to get dressed when his phone rang. "Hello?"
Meyers had a feeling that something was wrong. Sands sounded stuffy and extremely tired. "Sands? Are you okay?" Before the question could be answered Fernando came in. He was stunned. Sands was sitting on the floor rocking and talking on the phone. Fernando made sure that he was quiet.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Tell me what you found."
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