Authors note: Okay, well, 2 things. First, the setting of this story. It's pretty much exactly like the episode where Andy and Gail go undercover at the club…except it's a dance club. And, they aren't waitresses, they're the dancers, on stage. Not too vulgar. (obviously. It's only rated T!) Okay, second thing. I posted the beginning of a multi-chaptered fic, and then realized my inspiration totally died. Sorry about that!

Disclaimer: If I owned rookie blue there would be no seasonal breaks. It would be a continuous show.

"Are you both sure you can handle this? You know what the job entails and the social misconceptions. You are there to be looked at, not touched, and you're there to bust the big deals going on, you know how to spot it, now you just have to figure out how to stop it while you're half naked. Of course, you ladies won't be stopping it, you will, however, be texting in when you see something, calling is too dangerous. Epstein and Diaz are in there, and we have a camera installed. Your shifts out there are only half an hour long, you will not be expected to actually pole dance. Just dance around the pole. Got it?"

Andy and Gail nodded. Sam briefing had been long, but they understood.

"Good. Here, cell phones. They have 50 contacts, but only one is real. McNally, on your phone its 'Boyfriend!'. And Peck, on yours it 'BFF'. McNally, you're actually texting me, Peck, you're texting Jerry. Me and Jerry will be out there, in a surveillance van, you know the drill. Clear?"

"Got it, sir." Gail said, looking up at Sam, and smiling. Andy gritted her teeth. She knew Gail was doing it to bug her, but still, to see someone else flirting with Sam annoyed her. But, it's not like it made sense, she had no claim on him.

"Okay, then, here are your outfits. Skimpy, I know. Get over it." Boyd stormed in while speaking, hearing Sam finish the briefing. Andy took her outfit from the detective who still wasn't exactly on her good side. The outfit was indeed skimpy, to say the least. Black and neon pink striped bandeau and matching slashed up liquid leggings, and five inch stilettos. Andy looked at Gail, eyes wide. Gail looked back and shrugged, letting out a nervous laugh. The two weren't as close at Andy and Traci, but everyone had gotten used to Gail's attitude by now.

"What are you rooks waiting for? Get changed. We gotta move here, people!" Boyd said forcefully. Sam looked at him, then at Andy. He had wanted someone from the division to go in, and had gotten more than what he'd bargained for. Epstein and Diaz were young guys, just there for the show, as far as anyone else was concerned. Sam himself had wanted to go in, but Boyd stopped that from happening, for fear that any of Anton Hill's guys would be in there. They wouldn't recognize Andy and Gail, with the outfits on and hair and makeup done, but they might recognize him. So he had to settle for being outside, in the van, watching through the t.v, the footage from the camera installed to make sure no one mistreated Andy or Gail.

Andy was terrified, but excited. While getting changed, she thought of how she was going to make this believable. She looked at herself in the mirror and gaped. She looked like….well…a dancer. Gail walked up beside her and checked herself out in the mirror. They both started laughing.

"How in the hell are we gonna pull this off?" Gail asked.

"Hey, fake it till you make it, right?" Andy responded, shrugging.

"Right. Okay. Well then, let's go fake it."

They walked out of the dressing room. Hollers and whistles and catcalls poured out of the main room, and Andy flushed.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Luke asked.

"Just two of 15's finest officers going out undercover. Sam's running the case, so I'll be safe, don't worry."

"Good luck." He said, whatever emotion that had been there before disappeared at the mention of Swarek's name. Luke did not like the guy. Andy, however, really, really did, and Luke knew it. It pissed him off. But there was nothing he could do now, considering Andy was walking away, Peck at her side. Ah, Peck. If Luke would date anyone else at the station, it would be her. Her icy attitude and devotion to the job were fantastic qualities. He shook his head. What was he thinking? But still, he caught himself ogling Peck's retreating form, not Andy's.