Eight months three days twelve hours and thirteen minutes. That's how long it had taken him to take down the notorious Anton Hill, the biggest drug dealer in the city.

The guns and gangs task force doubted him when he said he could handle the job. They doubted him even more when he said he could do it by himself. Then they laughed when he threw in the under the year dead line. Well who was laughing now? That's right him.

He knew he was awesome, and it felt good when he made others have to acknowledge the fact. He was happy everything went as planned, but the high was starting to wear off as he was driving home. Home.

It was an odd thought. He hadn't seen his house since the day he went undercover. He had been living in a rundown one bedroom apartment that should have been condemned years ago. He had nothing there he needed. Nothing he needed to go back for. No mementos to pick up, no one to say good bye to, just nothing and no one to miss. Except now that he was going back to his life he thought back to everything he had given up. His home, his job, his best friends, Oliver, Jerry, and Noelle even his sister Sarah.

He had even broken up with his on again off again girlfriend, Monica. He didn't really miss Monica, now that he thought about it, but the thought of her made him realize that it had been eight months two days three hours and roughly ten minutes since he had enjoyed the pleasure of a woman. Man he needed to get laid.

That's one thing about being undercover no complications allowed or you could blow the mission or worse get yourself killed. When he went under this time he had something to prove and he couldn't let anything, even his own needs, get in the way of that. But it was over now. So all those repressed wants and desires were coming to the surface as he drove home.

It wasn't helping that he was still it the seedy part of town better known as hooker central. Anything you wanted you could get right here. Any fetish you wanted to explore any type of girl you had a mind for. Blonde, red, brown, hell even bald if that was your thing, you could get a girl young, old, or somewhere in the middle. He had seen them all in his time here even got to know a few, they knew everything that happened in this neighborhood and always were watching the comings and goings.

He was stopped at a light when something caught his eye. He turned to look, man she was pretty, and he guessed brand new. Because he certainly had never seen her before, he would remember those ruby red lips anywhere. She looked like she was hanging back, maybe she's scared to approach the SUV he saw parked there she was sure eyeballing the driver. A thought occurred out of nowhere that maybe if the guy in the SUV didn't get her attention he might. What was he thinking? He was a cop, he was attractive if he did say so himself. He didn't need a hooker, he could have anyone. But there in laid the rub he hadn't had anyone in a long time. Also he was in transition.

He couldn't go back, his undercover work was done; he couldn't be that person anymore. But he also couldn't go forward; he couldn't fall back into himself for at least a week. He had to be debriefed and reassigned and he needed time to become used to not needing to always be someone else. Now he has to go back to being a cop and not a drug dealer.

To be someone who can have relationships and friends. What the hell tough right its only one night. The SUV pulled forward blocking his view of the blonde with those ruby red lips. But what the SUV left standing there was breath taking. He had never seen a woman more beautiful. She had brown glossy hair and sparkling white teeth. Legs that went on for days and a body that was healthy and toned.

Mine. Wait what? Where did that come from? He wanted her, man did he want her. Honking, he heard honking. It took him a second to get his bearings and figure out the light had turned green and he needed to go. Then just as he was moving through the intersection she looked up and he saw those deep brown eyes, he was lost.

Walking in his front door was odd. It was too soon to fully feel at home. It had been so long. But he knew one thing. He was happy to be there. He decided the first thing he wanted was a shower, a long hot shower. He wanted to get the grime and dirt of the operation off of him. He wanted to feel like himself again. As he was standing there water streaming over his body he keep getting a picture of the brown eyed hooker in his mind.

It had just been too long since he had a woman, that's all it was. Right? He shook himself from his thoughts and turned off the shower. He made the decision that he would be better after a good night's rest. He was better than next morning, however hauntingly beautiful brown eyes filled his dreams the whole night. He spent the day getting his life back in order.

Getting food for the house and going to see his sister. But once everything was done he wanted to go out, wanted to have a drink with friends, but he could even contact them until the Hill case was wrapped up. So he made the decision to go to a local hole in the wall bar where he knew no one would know him. As he entered he realized it was Saturday night and the place was fairly busy, filled with loud music, and people dancing everywhere.

He finally found a seat at the edge of the bar. Ordered a drink and sat back to take in the crowd. He had only been there about fifteen minutes when the man next to him got up to leave. No sooner then the man stood and turned there was a young woman sitting down on the stool. She was facing away from him yelling to the bartender trying to give her drink order. She looked beautiful from behind with tight blue jeans tightly covering mile long legs and a grey blouse. She was close enough he could smell cherry blossom coming from her long brown hair. It was nice to be able to smell a well groomed woman again. This brought him back to thoughts of just how long it had been.

So going for liquid courage he downed his drink, tapped her on the shoulder and asked if he could buy her a drink. Old fashioned, yes, but what do you expect in a bar?

As she turned around to answer him and see just who asked, so many things went through his mind. Shock, recognition, joy, anticipation, and a touch of sadness. Deep brown eyes stared back at him. What were the chances? She accepted his drink offer with a shy thank you. He thought well why not? He was dying for the feel of a woman and here was a sure thing with no complications attached.

He could satisfy his needs and get the thought of her out of his mind. Now he just had to know if she was already with a guy or if she was free to take him on. Shouldn't cost him more than a couple hundred dollars right? So he asked her name? "Andy."

So normal he thought, she must be new she hasn't switched to the more likely Candy or Bambi's you always seem to her in her line of work. He asked if she was alone.

She answered, "Yes," leaving him to smile bigger, she's all mine.

You on duty he asked? "No." Damn, maybe she's decided to give the life up before she even stared.

Maybe she's just playing hard to get, this is a nicer part of town. So he tried again a little more forward this time. Want to go back to your place? She hesitated like she wasn't sure. He thought he was going to have to go home alone again. He just watched her silently while she made up her mind. She downed the drink he brought her, stood up, grabbed his hand, as she said, "Let's go."