This is something different, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue

_Sitting there in Boyko's office Angella Hist couldn't help her mind from wondering back to Julliard. She loved acting, her and Kamille had taken a coarse in acting to help their undercover work.

That's what she was doing right now, acting. Acting like she was crying, acting like she was sorry, acting like she was Andy McNally.

Boyko shot her a look that said, watch your mouth and don't screw up. She nodded and continued listening to Sam Swarek's pointless rant. It was all she could do to keep her eyes from wondering the room, looking for escapes.

When he was finally finished, he walked out followed by Jerry, Oliver gave a quick squeeze to her shoulders then left. She raised an eyebrow at Boyko and smirked. "Go ahead, say it, your surprised I was able to do it."

"I am, but what intrigues me even more is that you were able to hold your temper towards him. No sarcastic comments from the peanut gallery?"

"I kept imagining those sad commercials were they have dogs and cats in cages, asking for money."

"Are you implying this is charity?" Boyko tapped his fingers on the table to signify he was waiting for a response.

"No, that would be Kamille. I think that Mr. Swarek's little soap box moment was unnecessary. How could I know that he was undercover in the first place?"

"You did know." He said in a 'no duh!' voice.

"Are you saying my acting is so bad that he would think I know?"

"I take it you never had your cover blown before, Ms. Hist." Dropping the subject all together, I see.

"Plenty of times." I stated, it was true.

"What did you do, get mad?" He asked.

"Nope, up until Shaw physically took the cuffs off, I could have saved that."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"I don't know, what does it usually take to surprise you?" He rolled his eyes at me. "Hey gotta get that sarcasm out somehow."

"You can leave now." He motioned to the door and went back to a file on his desk.

I left and went down the hall to find him and get some information.

When I fond him he was punching his locker.

This would be fun.

The next morning, when Boyko called assignments, she nearly passed out. No, she couldn't be paired with him. Ugh, this sucked.

"I am not your boyfriend, I will not be holding your hand." His statement didn't bother her, not really.

She simply said, "good, because I don't date cops," and left it at that. But no.

"Sweetheart, you're not my type." He the kind that had to have his two cents, of course.

When he sent her in with a fake warrant she couldn't help but smile on the inside, she would have done the same thing. That is the kind of agent she was.

Now, in the restaurant with that sleaze, Anton Hill. All she wanted to do was shoot him in the head, she had seen what he did. Nail his body guards in their hearts, they were at a blame as well. Keep your head, this is business not pleasure. You're here to save this guys butt because he walked into a trap.

"The perimeter is secure, sir."

"Officer McNally." His statement was half question half sigh of relief.

"I have the files." Yeah, I thought, the files that were uncopyable. She had copied them onto her phone and sent them to her sister for processing in 30 seconds, flat. She tossed them to him. They made the exchange and left. Emily for the files.

They did things differently here, at the CIA they would have had guys in the ceiling and snipers.

The next chapter had to stand on its own, I know it is sort of a rewrite at this point but I promise it will get better as I get post finally, I just had to get this stuff out there first.