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Authors' Notes: Welcome to part 5 of the Not Over Yet series. We're glad to have you with us. If you noticed the rating on this one is lower than the majority of the Series... but not to worry there's still some fairly good Charissa/Face moments for the most part. So sit back and enjoy the next adventure. :)

High Stakes

Part 5 of the Not Over Yet series

Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.
~Confucius

It had been a month since she had last seen Face, four since their little vacation gone wrong with the rest of the team. She hated the fact she hadn't seen him, been with him for a month. It was almost enough to drive her mad, but she pushed past her needs and focused on the task at hand. She'd finish this mission and take a few days and drive to LA from Vegas, where she was currently trying to help the local law enforcement take down a heavy gambling ring that was really socking it to the city's gambling revenue. She sat at a Black Jack table with two members of the group now, her flashy gold colored gown distracting them just a little as she played the part of a young, slightly drunk pretty girl who seemed innocent but wasn't.

She adjusted her hair a little, her locks straight with a large wave to one side. It was very Veronica Lake. Her red lips pursed as she looked at her cards and then put in her bet, playing a little on the dumb side. She shifted a little to talk into the mic that her hair hid, "Are we getting this?"

A voice came back, "Yes. These guys are good, wow."

She sat up a little straighter and made sure the camera hidden on her dress kept focused on the two men as one counted the cards and the other kept working the crowd and keeping everyone distracted.

Face and Murdock were having a grand old time. Once Murdock had fully recovered and been discharged from the Mexican hospital, they'd gone back up to Los Angeles and then further on to Vegas. Face wanted to have a party; Murdock just seemed glad to be alive and with his friends. Hannibal and B.A. spent most of their time seeing shows and playing a few games here and there; Face loved the flashy casinos and the pilot seemed to be all right when they just took him along for the ride.

Both of them were more than a little drunk as they stumbled towards a few Black Jack tables and grinned matching grins at each other as they tried to spot empty seats.

She wasn't watching anyone around her, she was focused on her table and what was going on there, as well as her cards. She had a fairly good hand, but it wasn't her job to win and with these two playing she wouldn't anyhow. She sighed as the hand ended and people around the table cheered loudly for the guy who had won yet again, "There has got to be someone on the inside." She whispered into the mic, covering her mouth to act like she was coughing from the smoke that drifted in the air, "By now you would think the pit boss would be over here and watching this table like a hawk." She shifted and smiled as the dealer spoke.

"Next game. Ante up."

She tossed her chip out and waited for her cards.

"Room for a few more?" Face slid into the spot next to her, without noticing who it was. The gold flashiness of the dress was distracting all his attention away from the woman's face, and Murdock seemed quite content to just watch the spinning lights around the ceiling.

She just about jumped out of her skin as the dealer nodded and took Face's money giving him some chips and cards.

"Who's that? He looked familiar."

Came the voice in her ear as she thought quickly and crushed the tiny camera hidden on her dress.

"What happened? We just lost the camera! Captain? You there?"

She glared at Face and also noticed Murdock behind him and mentally facepalm, "Shit." She covered her mouth again as she spoke, "Don't know. Just keep listening." She hoped voices wouldn't be recognizable as she leaned into Face, "What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed into his ear.

"Mmm?" He looked up, then looked around...and his eyes widened in horror when he saw whom he'd plopped himself down next to, "Oh Jesus, Charissa..."

She arched a brow, completely forgetting about the game and the mission for a moment as she looked at him, "Damn it Face." She eyed Murdock as well, giving him the evil eye.

"Did you just say Face?" The voice in her ear asked.

She cursed and ripped the mic cord, cutting the feed from it as well.

"Miss?" The dealer looked at her, "Staying or would you like new cards?"

She looked up, "Uh no… I'm out." She stood, adjusting the evening dress that fell to her ankles and grabbed the back of Face's shirt collar, "So is my friend here, he's had one too many and tends to lose his money badly when drunk." She pulled up on Face's collar and took a hold of Murdock's arm then led them both away from the table.

Face made a choked noise as she grabbed his collar and led him off.

Murdock yelped at the sudden grip on his arm, but when he spotted who it was, he calmed down a little. However, he was still confused - he looked back and forth between Face and Sosa, wondering what was going on.

She pulled them into a small alcove where an ATM was and let them go, "Are you two crazy? Didn't you see it was me?" She stood hands on her hips, one shapely leg peeking out from the dangerously high slit on the side of the dress, "I was wired. You could've gotten caught." She pulled the now broken wires from beneath her dress and stuffed them into the trash, making sure no one would see them.

"Sorry." Face frowned, "And no, didn't recognize you from behind in that dress. It's kind of -"

"Highly distracting! You look like a slot machine!" Murdock piped in.

She groaned, rolling her eyes and ran her hand through her hair disrupting the wave a little, "That's the point." She eyed the small gold watch she was wearing and calculated the minutes she had before one of her team came looking for her. She stood there for a moment in silence, obviously thinking as she drummed her fingers against her hips and paced back and forth in her strappy heels, "This… this could be a good thing." She stopped and looked at them, "Those two guys at the table, the ones who had all the chips, they're part of a gambling ring that's slowly sucking the life out of the revenue here."

Face snapped into instant attention mode, though Murdock was still a little loopy, "You don't say. Hannibal will want to hear about this. Murdock d'you remember where he is?"

"Nope." the pilot shook his head.

She nodded, but put up a hand, "Fill him in, we'll meet later. I basically just put myself in danger in my team's eyes by getting you out of it by cutting my contact lines with them. They're probably already looking for me. So we meet later? On the roof at… midnight?" She suggested looking at her watch again, "You guys can get to where my team and I can't and if I'm right there's someone on the inside." She kept looking around nervously at the people passing by the alcove.

"Shit." Face swore. "And yes, we'll meet you. Midnight, right? Midnight midnight on the roof." he nodded to himself, forcing his drunken mind to not forget, "Uh, it might just be Hannibal and B.A. at this rate..." he caught Murdock, who was flirting with a young woman and nearly fell onto her.

"It better not be." She warned him harshly, "Murdock." She called to the other Captain, snapping her fingers to get his attention, "Help Face remember, midnight the roof." She instructed and then headed off when she spotted one of her team looking around for her with a very worried and nervous expression.

Face and Murdock looked at each other, then sighed and began to plod their way back, attempting to re-trace their steps, needing to find Hannibal and B.A. before midnight, which was in less than three hours.

Here we go! What do you all think is going to go down this time?

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