A/N: This is a companion piece to Sideways: Shot in the Dark. I've been waiting to play with the idea of Brody and LaSalle going undercover. I tweaked a couple of things which is why I am posting this separately. One Shot. Could be more, depending on feedback. Talk to me and enjoy!

Warning: Adult Situations

Gulfport Mississippi

Harley Moon, who ever thought of that name clearly had never met Meredith Brody. That name sounded like it should belong to a stripper. At least LaSalle had been given a cover that somewhat fit his personality. Nevertheless, it was the cover that she'd been assigned so she would roll with it.

For five days, she and Chris played the part of a team; a modern day, Bonnie and Clyde, so to speak. He was a Naval Lieutenant with a flair for stolen guns and she was former Naval Intel who liked to dabble in imports and exports of the illegal nature.

Together they were the perfect team.

Merri Brody emerged from the bathroom, wearing an elegant yet stunning black fitted evening gown, with a low cut V-neck in the front and a swooped back, which nearly exposed all.

"Well, what do you think?"

Chris LaSalle didn't know what to say. Lord, have mercy on his soul. If he voiced his true opinion, Brody would probably knock him clear into tomorrow.

"Ya really want to know what I think?" he asked as he finished pinning the appropriate collar devices to the Black Formal Naval Uniform that he had borrowed for this assignment.

"I wouldn't have asked…"

"I think yer dress is missin' some material." He wouldn't deny that his partner looked hot, incredibly mind blowing, and hope he didn't get an erection hot. But he couldn't help but think that if she walked into the party like that she'd been setting herself up.

"We're playing a role," Brody reminded him. "You have your job to do and I have mine."

"Well, maybe we oughta switch roles."

"Jealous?" she grinned.

"Concerned," That dress she had on was mighty dangerous if you weren't prepared for what was coming.

"Chris-" Ever since he'd lost Savannah Brody noticed he'd become fiercely protective of her and Percy. In reality it was anxiety built on the fear of loss. The thought of losing another person that he loved scared him to death.

"Ok, I'll back off," he said in playful surrender as she helped him slip his jacket over his shoulders.

Arm and arm, they walked into the rented plantation house, canvassing each person there. Their major target was outside on the porch, surrounded by several body guards.

"I've got Jackson at 12 O'clock." Chris told her drawing her attention away from Eddie.

"Play nice with the boys now." Brody teased as giving his hand a squeeze as she went off to do her thing.

For several moments, he watched the sway of her hips as she heads across the room, seeking out her charge.

The two of them had just made friends with an associate of the man who Percy had helped to bust for selling military weapons on the open market. Jackson Hall was the middle man and their way into Eddie Duquesne's organization. Jackson had been easy enough to play. As it turned out, Brody was just his type; a little flirting, a little drinking, an intentional caress here and there and wham. He was all hers or so she thought. But in reality it was the other way around.

Jackson was the one playing her and slipped something into her drink when she wasn't looking.

"Whoa," she breathed, spiraling in dizziness. Whatever Jackson had put into her drink was hitting her fast.

Jackson wrapped his arm around her, ushering her away from the rest of the party guests. An empty bedroom just off the kitchen was the perfect place to disappear for a little alone time with his new associate.

She pressed her fingers to the tiny Bluetooth device that doubled as an earring. "LaSalle, I need you." She said breathlessly as the room began to spin.

"I need you too, Baby." Jackson grinned fiendishly as he gently laid her back on the bed and started to remove his shirt.

Chris was standing on the veranda enjoying a drink with the target he and Brody had been assigned to bring down when he heard Brody's call. "I think it's time for a refill." Politely, he excused himself and went in search of his partner.

He'd last seen her in the kitchen. Tugging at his tie, he spoke calmly into the hidden com. "Where are you?"

Brody felt a flush rising into her cheeks with the swell of accompanying heat as Jackson buried his face into her neck. He was on top of her now, pawing at her clothing.

"Stop," she pleaded as Jackson's hand ran up her thigh. She started to scream at the thought of his touch, only to have Jackson cover her mouth with his hand. She wants to fight back but her limbs feel like rubber. So, instinctively she bits down on the sensitive flesh between his thumb and index finger.

"Bitch!" he swore as his backhand landed across her cheek. "You're going to pay for that!"

Chris looked around frantic. Brody had to be close to be utilizing the blue tooth so he decided to try door nearest to him.

The door handle hit the wall with such a force that Jackson's entire body jumped with a start.

"You steppin' out on me again, Harley," LaSalle said, trying to salvage his cover. What he really wanted to do was to throttle the man who was now rolling off his incapacitated partner but for the sake of the case he thought better of it. They still needed the scum. If needed to he would deal with Jackson later.

Jackson jumped to his feet, pulling up his pants and grasping for his shirt. "She came on to me, I swear!"

LaSalle's hand started to itch for his gun, regretting that he had to leave it behind. "Get the hell out of here before I kill you." Keeping his temper in check, he waited until Jackson was gone before moving to Brody's side.

"Ya, okay? Did he hurt ya?" Chris eyed her over checking for any obvious wounds. Everything seemed to be intact including most of her clothing, which was a good thing.

But her eyes, they were unfocused, almost hallow.

"Brody?" he called out to her, patting her cheek. "Brody, stay with me."

Brody let out a mewing sound as he dipped his head to check her respiration. He wasn't prepared when her hand suddenly snaked around his neck and drew him into an awaiting kiss.

What the heck? That wasn't part of the game plan. He thought she had overdosed and was dying.

Brody started to giggle as she sat up too quickly, prompting a head rush. Everything still felt like Jell-O. "St. Christopher to the rescue, again."

"C'mon, don't call me that," he said embarrassed as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"That was close," she said sobering slightly as Chris wrapped his arms around her in relief. He wasn't certain what the impromptu kiss had been about. Maybe she was trying to protect their cover?

"For a second there, I thought you weren't breathing."

"I wouldn't have been if you'd waited any longer."

Chris lowered his eyes consenting to the fact that tonight was a wash. There was no way he could spend time with Duquesne and keep an eye on her too.

"Let's get you to a doctor."

"No, I'm okay, really." She protested, in a cute almost drunken fashion.

Automatically, he scooped Brody up into his arms and carried her out to the car where he drove to their hotel room that doubled as their temporary command center away from home.

Carrying Brody up the flight of stairs to the second floor proved to be quite the challenge. He knew he should have made her walk to keep her mind from succumbing to whatever drug she'd been given, but he couldn't help it. She looked too dang adorable, wearing his jacket and half asleep. He probably should have thrown her over his shoulder and let the blood rush to her head he thought as he set her down on the bed content to let her sleep it off. Moving to the closet, Chris pulled out the spare blanket and deftly draped it over her relaxed looking form.

"I needed you tonight and you were there," Brody murmured unable to hold back the emotion that is climbing up the back of the throat.

"I'm always here for ya Brody, you know that," He sank down on the edge of the bed as the first tear started to fall. Tenderly, he caught it with the pad of his thumb and swiped it away, hoping that she isn't releasing the flood gate. He's not very good at knowing how to handle women when they cry. But this is no ordinary woman.

This is Brody.

"You're beautiful when you cry," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

A faint smile formed on her lips and automatically she craned her head giving him the green the light. Their lips touch in a small peck and for a moment she wonders if she isn't going to end up humiliating herself. But LaSalle's next move assures her that she isn't.

Doing what he does best, his kissed her again letting his hand snake around the back of her neck, bracing her head in place. For several moments they do nothing but exchange soft, heartfelt kisses.

He has no idea why he's doing this other than the fact that he needed to feel something other than gut wrenching grief so he waited for her to take the lead. This is Brody, his partner, his friend, wherever they ended up he knew they would be ok.

Finally, he felt her hand clutch his leg. He knew she wanted the kiss to go deeper. His tongue enters her mouth and before he knows it, each of them is fighting for control.

Brody felt a quiver deep down in her stomach as she tugged on his shirt, pulling him down beside her. She isn't sure where this is going, but she likes it. She knows that this is just him, not some undercover persona they have made up for show. She tries to remind herself that his heart is still broken over losing Savannah but still she doesn't stop.

Neither does he.

They feel safe together, uninhibited, as clothing is divested.

LaSalle rested the majority of his weight on his elbows and waited for the thrust of her hips before trying to enter. He watched her face for any signs of concern, reminding himself that she was bruised. Their eyes locked for a brief moment and he sensed she was thinking of Jackson. A caress to her cheek brought her back into focus with tears welling in her eyes.

"You can still change your mind," he told her letting his nose bump gently against hers.

Brody kissed him tenderly and smiled, "And miss my chance at besting you in bed?"

LaSalle dipped his head and kissed her consenting to take her. He listened carefully as sharp gasp escaped from her lips, reminding him to go slow, though his body wanted more. He needed to pace himself he reasoned. He heard himself hiss when she sank her fingernails into his upper back. The urge not to push the moment was hard.

Brody felt as if she were trapped inside a wonderful dream. The feeling of being loved again was more wonderful than she had imagined. She hugged her body tightly to his, willing the feeling to never end. Kisses alternated between suffocating crushes to whispers of delicate distractions as both fought to maintain control of the situation.

"This is nice," Brody shivered into his lips when he stilled inside her.

"Nice isn't the word," Chris grinned letting his index finger trace her lips as they took a momentary pause. There was something different about this, something real. She had a power over him now; she had his heart.