Summary: To take down a new weapons dealer, Kate and Lucy have to go undercover together with Kai as their bodyguard. It should go smoothly, but that's always the case isn't it? It just rarely happens.
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A short one. Came up with this literally waiting to checkout at the grocery.
Laredo cops went undercover in a community to bust two women doing nails and eye lashes out of their homes during quarantine. The two were arrested and charged.
Cops went undercover in a community to bust two women doing nails and eye lashes out of their homes during quarantine. The two were arrested and charged.
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Laredo cops went undercover in a community to bust two women doing nails and eye lashes out of their homes during quarantine. The two were arrested and charged.
Officers went undercover to bust two women for doing nails and eye lashes out of their homes during quarantine.. 🙄
This was going to be a little mean. You knew the two friends had to work, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be a tease. Mouse had tried to get you to visit another club tonight—you were certain something was up. Chances are Intelligence is running an undercover op. And you want a front row seat.
So, you choose your outfit with care. Sexy enough to attract attention—but not slutty. Your favourite white pants are hugging your hips and your indigo blue shirt reveals just one shoulder and a glimpse of your belly. That is unless you moved a certain way...
Getting into the club as a lone woman is easy. Usually you wouldn’t go alone, but you are sure Mouse isn’t far. Besides it is still early in the night. If you are wrong and Intelligence is not here, you can still call a couple friends to come join you.
Music vibrates through the warm air. After the cold of the winter air, it hits you like a wave. The beat inviting you to dance. There are a number of people on the dancefloor and some at the bar. A smile spreads over your face, you were right. There he is—Jay sitting on a bar stool, watching the room.
That grey suit jacket above a black shirt fits him really well. But it seems still wide enough to hide his gun. In combination with those tight black pants, he is just—Yum. Yeah, you love Mouse, no question about that. Doesn’t mean you can’t admire his best mate’s physique.
You quickly turn your face away from Jay and don’t look back at him. He is not familiar enough with you jet to recognize your body shape or clothing. Mouse is though. And Jay was sure to wear a camera. Plus, Mouse is likely hooked into the security cameras. This is going as planned. You make your way to the dancefloor.
From your dance spot you can watch Jay through the reflection in the tinted glass of a window. He’s watching someone else—Such a shame. After two songs your body flows with the music and you catch Jay watching you. Just as “A little bit dangerous” by CRMNL comes on. Now, you put on a show, while humming along. “I'm a little bit dangerous, I'm unpredictable, I'm unpredictable, I'm what you're waiting for...” A smile skirts your lips—imagining Mouse in the van—watching you. Jay clearly likes the view, as he is licking his lips and shifting on his stool. Right before he straightens up and moves his focus away from you—what a professional.
The next song has barely started when he gets up. He casts one last look in your direction, then walks to the back door. Well, you can’t go there. If you compromise the op, Voight is going to have Mouse’s head. So, you leave via the front door and head around back.
You arrive just in time to watch from a distance as Jay takes a guy down. You’d like to get closer, but that’s not a good idea. Mouse may be mad at you for showing up here already. When they have the suspect loaded into a car and head out, you call Mouse.
“Hey, Greg.”
“Hey, Spot?”
“I’m done dancing for tonight. Heading home. When are you gonna be there?”
“Done dancing, hm? I think it’s gonna be about an hour before we wrap up.”
“Okay, see you then.”
It takes your Mouse closer to two hours to make it home. Giving you enough time to shower, dry your hair and switch outfits. You settle down with a novel from your favourite author on the couch. When you hear the keys in the door, you get up to welcome Mouse properly.
As soon as he locks the door, you kiss him pushing him against the door. Gripping his neck, you trail your lips over the side of his throat. He tilts his head back and you jump into his arms.
He catches you—he always does.
“Woah, Spot! Let me get properly in first, would you?”
You get back down, protesting, “Hey! All that dancing got me excited! You’re gonna complain?”
Mouse holds up both hands, smirking “No, of course not.”
“Besides what was up at the club tonight? Who were you after?”
“Spot, I told you to go somewhere else tonight. We were after a college kid using his tech skills to run a credit card scam—with the wrong kind of company.”
“Hey, I just wanted to see how Intelligence works.”
Mouse sighs, “Please, don’t do that again. It can get dangerous—fast.”
“Okay, okay. But you did like seeing me dancing,” you shoot him that look. “Didn’t you?”
“What do you think?” He runs a hand up the side of your body. “Still, don’t do that again! Please. And distracting Jay on an op? That’s mean—even for you.”
“I just wanted to admire your handwork. I’ll listen next time you tell me to stay clear though.”
“That’s my Spot,” he leans in to kiss you again. But he’s still in his winter jacket and shoes.
So, you turn away from him and call over your shoulder, “Then hurry up! I’ll WAIT in the bedroom.”
This was going to be a little mean. You knew the two friends had to work, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be a tease. Mouse had tried to get you to visit another club tonight—you were certain something was up. Chances are Intelligence is running an undercover op. And you want a front row seat.
So, you choose your outfit with care. Sexy enough to attract attention—but not slutty. Your favourite white pants are hugging your hips and your indigo blue shirt reveals just one shoulder and a glimpse of your belly. That is unless you moved a certain way...
Getting into the club as a lone woman is easy. Usually you wouldn’t go alone, but you are sure Mouse isn’t far. Besides it is still early in the night. If you are wrong and Intelligence is not here, you can still call a couple friends to come join you.
Music vibrates through the warm air. After the cold of the winter air, it hits you like a wave. The beat inviting you to dance. There are a number of people on the dancefloor and some at the bar. A smile spreads over your face, you were right. There he is—Jay sitting on a bar stool, watching the room.
That grey suit jacket above a black shirt fits him really well. But it seems still wide enough to hide his gun. In combination with those tight black pants, he is just—Yum. Yeah, you love Mouse, no question about that. Doesn’t mean you can’t admire his best mate’s physique.
You quickly turn your face away from Jay and don’t look back at him. He is not familiar enough with you jet to recognize your body shape or clothing. Mouse is though. And Jay was sure to wear a camera. Plus, Mouse is likely hooked into the security cameras. This is going as planned. You make your way to the dancefloor.
From your dance spot you can watch Jay through the reflection in the tinted glass of a window. He’s watching someone else—Such a shame. After two songs your body flows with the music and you catch Jay watching you. Just as “A little bit dangerous” by CRMNL comes on. Now, you put on a show, while humming along. “I'm a little bit dangerous, I'm unpredictable, I'm unpredictable, I'm what you're waiting for...” A smile skirts your lips—imagining Mouse in the van—watching you. Jay clearly likes the view, as he is licking his lips and shifting on his stool. Right before he straightens up and moves his focus away from you—what a professional.
The next song has barely started when he gets up. He casts one last look in your direction, then walks to the back door. Well, you can’t go there. If you compromise the op, Voight is going to have Mouse’s head. So, you leave via the front door and head around back.
You arrive just in time to watch from a distance as Jay takes a guy down. You’d like to get closer, but that’s not a good idea. Mouse may be mad at you for showing up here already. When they have the suspect loaded into a car and head out, you call Mouse.
“Hey, Greg.”
“Hey, Spot?”
“I’m done dancing for tonight. Heading home. When are you gonna be there?”
“Done dancing, hm? I think it’s gonna be about an hour before we wrap up.”
“Okay, see you then.”
It takes your Mouse closer to two hours to make it home. Giving you enough time to shower, dry your hair and switch outfits. You settle down with a novel from your favourite author on the couch. When you hear the keys in the door, you get up to welcome Mouse properly.
As soon as he locks the door, you kiss him pushing him against the door. Gripping his neck, you trail your lips over the side of his throat. He tilts his head back and you jump into his arms.
He catches you—he always does.
“Woah, Spot! Let me get properly in first, would you?”
You get back down, protesting, “Hey! All that dancing got me excited! You’re gonna complain?”
Mouse holds up both hands, smirking “No, of course not.”
“Besides what was up at the club tonight? Who were you after?”
“Spot, I told you to go somewhere else tonight. We were after a college kid using his tech skills to run a credit card scam—with the wrong kind of company.”
“Hey, I just wanted to see how Intelligence works.”
Mouse sighs, “Please, don’t do that again. It can get dangerous—fast.”
“Okay, okay. But you did like seeing me dancing,” you shoot him that look. “Didn’t you?”
“What do you think?” He runs a hand up the side of your body. “Still, don’t do that again! Please. And distracting Jay on an op? That’s mean—even for you.”
“I just wanted to admire your handwork. I’ll listen next time you tell me to stay clear though.”
“That’s my Spot,” he leans in to kiss you again. But he’s still in his winter jacket and shoes.
So, you turn away from him and call over your shoulder, “Then hurry up! I’ll WAIT in the bedroom.”
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