It's not insanely busy inside the club, but there's enough people there that she has to stop at the top of the stairs and actively search to spot him. After a moment she spots the top his head, deep down a part of her really wants to run a comb through his messy brown hair.

She bites her lip, her habit when her neuroses start to surface during work. As she starts down the stairs the crowds seem to part before her, it's not surprising, she's very hard to ignore. The deep red satin gown clings to her like a second skin, with each step her left leg breaks through the thigh high split, giving the entire club a good look at her long dark legs, she's suddenly glad Gina forced her to get that pedicure and waxing treatment the other day. Because the looks she's getting right now make her feel invincible.

She crosses the dance floor, waving off the two men who entreat her to dance. The man he's speaking with spots her before he does, she ignores his beady eyed stare and that of his bodyguards flanking the booth.

Her target is prattling on, as is his usual. She resists the urge to roll her eyes, and instead runs a hand over his shoulder. She smirks when he falls silent and looks up at her.

'Why haven't you asked me to dance yet?' she demands.

His face lights up and he grins at the sight of her. He spares a brief moment to excuse himself from the table, before he takes her hand from his shoulder and spins her out onto the dance floor. He always makes her look good.

'My, my. Fancy running into you here.' He remarks when they're far enough away from his friends to not be overheard. He runs a hand over her shoulder, his fingertips skim across the edge of the skin exposed by her backless dress, before the hand comes to a rest at her waist.

'Yeah, good news and bad news. The government's decided to part with some cash to fund your little undercover op.' she tells him, her hands grips at the collar of his shirt as she almost loses her footing, she curses herself, she's always been terrible dancer. But seeing him for the first time in months, with the music swelling in the background, she lost her head for a moment.

'The bad news?' he pants, pulling her body against his to keep them upright, his lips are close enough to the base of her throat that he can almost taste the hint of her perfume on his tongue.

'They still don't trust you with their money.' She tells him, he scowls and spins her out.

'You buy one measly Gulfstream, and suddenly everyone thinks you have a shopping addiction…' he mutters after she spins back into his arms. Her back collides with his chest, after a moment his hands come to rest on her hips, holding her close.

'I've been brought in to hold the purse strings. This is now a multi-agency operation.' She continues, twisting in his arms. He doesn't step back, which causes a spark of static to jump between her satin dress and his shirt.

'What? Who else has joined the party?' he asks as they step back, she has to look down to keep up with his feet.

'Well since we're on US soil it was decided that the FBI is going to oversee, they've assigned a Deputy Chief.'

'Oh, fantastic.'

'Jake-'

'No, don't. This is just so fucking typical, I do all the hard work with the Cartel, build a working relationship. Now some over starched suit from the Feds is going to come in with his dumbass rulebook and find a way to ruin it, and I'm going to get blamed because I'm the point man.'

'Jake!'

'What?' he snaps back, she rolls her eyes and taps the pendant on her chest, he winces. 'Wire?' he mouths, she nods and can't help grinning as his face falls.

'Say hello to Deputy Chief Holt.'

'No time, the song's ending.' Jake spins her and she stumbles in her heels, but Jake catches her at the last moment, somehow he manages to make it seem intentional. He pulls her back to her feet and leads her off the dance floor.

'Wonderful. Introduce me to your friend.' The beady eyed man declares, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

'Cynthia Gutierrez.' She supplies, offering her hand. She doesn't quite disguise her disgust, but it all plays into the cover.

'Also known as the money. Miss Gutierrez has a number of clients who're looking to invest in your company, I'm helping her find sound investment opportunities.' Jake explains with a grin.

'Well let me assure you Miss Gutierrez, that Cortez Industries is as sound as they come. Why, we practically have an army on hand to protect your investments.' They all laughed, even though everyone knew it to be the literal truth.

'How terribly amusing, introduce me to your friend Jake.'

'Marcos Delgado, it is my absolute pleasure to meet you.' The beady eyed man offered, pressing his wet lips to her hand. She grimaced at Jake until her hand is returned.

The remainder of the night is spent drinking and indulging in small talk, Marcos brushes off Jake's attempts to engage in business talk. For her part she remains stuck to Jake's side to avert Marcos' wandering hands.

As the club closes Jake leads her out to his vintage Mustang, Marcos farewells them at the door as they promise to meet him for lunch in two days' time. As Jake takes off, she removes the wired necklace and stuffs it into the glove box.

'Well that was a bust.'

'Are you kidding? He's half in love with you, but who wouldn't be with that dress, Cynthia.' Jake smirks, eyeing her as he rolls to a stop at the next intersection. 'When do you have to check in with the chief next?'

'He's not expecting me until dawn.'

'Great, that gives us… two hours.'

'Good thing we'll only need twenty minutes.' She remarks dryly, Jake scowls.

'Just you wait.'

As the sun peeks over the horizon she flops back onto the pillows, sweat soaked, exhausted but thoroughly pleased. After a moment Jake crawls up and falls onto the pillows next to her with a tired groan. She sighs and looks around the room, across which the remains of his suit and her dress are strewn.

'We're going to be late for the Deputy Chief's meeting.' She remarks.

Jake chuckles. 'No! We've got… five whole minutes.'

'Like you care either way. I really wanted to make a good impression on this guy.'

'You looking for a new job? Tired of the good old CIA? I'd be happy to put a good word in for you with the DEA.'

'And get me blacklisted from there for life? No thanks.' She smirks at his put out expression. 'Holt's a legend in the intelligence community, he's totally straight laced but still manages to nail his targets. He'd be a great mentor for me, to combat your bad influence.'

'Yeah, ok.' Jake rolls onto his back. 'How about we both just agree to try make a good impression this afternoon? Neither of us are going anywhere this morning.'

'You're so full of yourself Jake.' She mutters as she sits up, looking around for any sign of her underwear.

'Well I do get the job done too, Cynthia.' Jake surreptitiously tucks her panties deeper underneath the pillow as she frowns. 'I still can't believe that we're starting our third stint undercover together and I still don't know your real name.'

'You never will.' She scoffs.

'Please, the only reason I don't already know it is that I haven't tried to look for it. I could find your real name in a heartbeat.' Jake boasts, he grins as he spots the frown lines on her forehead as she looks around the room, trying to piece together the last two hours.

'Unlikely.'

'Care to put your money where your mouth is?' he asks with a grin he pulls out her panties and waves them in front of her. She rolls her eyes and snatches them from his hands.

'I would, if you had any money to pay me with.' She snaps as she pulls on the black panties.

Jake concedes on that point, 'Okay, something besides money.'

'Yeah, what did you have in mind?' she asks as she straightens out her dress, Jake pretends to think as he watches her sight her way back into the red satin.

'If I find your real identity by the time this op is finished-'

'On your own, no getting Gina to hack the Agency.'

'If I find it on my own, you will agree to go out to dinner with me, for real. No drug lords present. Sex afterwards is optional but highly encouraged.' He says with a smirk, she rolls her eyes as she sits down to put on her heels.

She thinks about it for a moment, before smiling. 'Okay, but when I win, I get your dumb car and the secret stash of files under the spare wheel that you think I don't know about.'

'That's my life's work!'

'Yeah, so you'd better fucking win, Peralta.' She warns him with a grin, offering him her hand. After a moment he smiles and takes it.

'Deal. Don't you worry, I'll win. Then we'll both get what we want.' Jake promises her, she just rolls her eyes and marches out of the hotel room. Jake thinks about following her to the meeting, but he figures Holt probably already has a terrible opinion of him, so he rolls over and falls asleep instead.

This is unfinished and I'll be posting as I write it, but I have a good idea of where this is going. Hope you like it.