He grunted and slipped to the ground, holding his throbbing stomach.

Carl stared down at Cal, his fists clenched at his sides. "You stay away from her, alright? Anything like this happens again... You die and Rachel will watch."

Wincing, Cal nodded and rolled on the floor for a moment, struggling to get back on his feet. Gillian and Annalisse were both set free, but Anna was forced to follow Carl out of the hotel room and soon out of the building.

Once her arms were freed, Gillian ran to Cal's assistance and helped lift him to the bed. "I told you, Thomas. I told you not do this." She knew the cameras were on. She knew they were being watched.

.:.

He and Gillian held hands as they wandered into the ball room. Carl Lanigan was going to meet them at their assigned table, which they managed to find with ease. Cal pulled the chair out for Gillian and pushed her back in with a wink and soon found his own seat.

"Hello! You must be Rachel and Thomas Kirby. My name is Carl Lanigan, and I really home this works out."

Gillian and Cal politely returned the smile and took turns at shaking his hand. "We would like to work for you, sir," Cal said without the British accent. There it was. The first time she'd heard him speak in an American accent. It was weird as hell, and she didn't like it.

"Well, from what I can tell... I would like you to work for me." Lanigan chuckled and took a seat. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Gillian nodded and crossed her legs, leaning forward to get closer to Carl, because she knew he preferred more intimate people.

.:.

"This is a top priority FBI case and you need to be as careful as possible. They're drug dealers and they will do whatever needs to be done in order to get their drugs or sell them. We are sending you two in as mediators. You'll put together the drug deals and let us know - carefully - so we can find them, and quietly shut the deal down and arrest them. It's dangerous. If either of you get caught... there's no telling what might happen." Ben opened a file and pulled out to Fake ID's. Fake to Cal and Gillian at least. "Gillian, you are Rachel Kirby, and Cal you are Thomas Kirby."

Cal opened his mouth to ask a question, but was interrupted by Ben.

"You are married because there is much less of a chance that a man will make a move on Gillian. But there are no promises. You know what kind of men are out there. You'll be staying in this hotel." He handed them a brochure and keys to the room. "Together. There is one bed. I would encourage Cal to take the couch or something, but we need one bed for it to be believable that you two are married. Sleep in the same bed. It's not a suggestion, it's an order. They will have cameras in the hotel rooms most likely. Possibly with sound, so do not use your real names unless you are around me or you are absolutely sure that you are by yourself."

Trying to think of a question, Cal finally asked, "How long will this take?"

"Three weeks, tops. Hopefully not that long. We will give you a car to take to the banquet in which Carl is throwing for his customers and new employees. We've already gotten you in there and he is extremely interested. Seal the deal, alright? This is a very formal guy. He doesn't do his deals in alleyways or by the dumpster. He meets them at a fancy resturaunt, pays for their dinner. He cares about his customers and has at least 500 at the moment. I need to get him knocked out and the rest should be easy."

"Why haven't you just plucked him out yet?"

"There's too much going on around him to just... arrest him or kill him. Too many other men that would seek revenge. Twelve men to be exact. These are the men that I need back at headquarters before I can even think about arresting Carl. Make sense?"

They both nodded and he smiled happily.

"Great. Let's wrap this up and ship you two off."

.:.

"Are you alright?" she asked, pulling up his shirt and examining his stomach. A small groan escaped his lips when she pressed down with her open hand. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, it'a alright."

"What the hell were you thinking? You can't just go running after Carl's girlfriend!" She wanted to smack him. Rachel wanted to smack him, but so did Gillian. She wanted to smack him for being such an idiot. He should know better than this.

"It won't happen again, alright?"

"No. Not alright. Don't even look at her anymore." There was a small 'buzzing' of the camera moving and they both silenced. "You are my husband and you won't go running after other women. Especially the boss's woman."

Cal nodded reluctantly and stood up. "Okay. I'll back off."

"I don't want to lose you," she whispered.

Studying her momentarily, he saw the truth in her words and nodded, laying a kiss on her forehead. "You won't."

"Anna intrigues you, Thomas. But you need to back off."

A/N: Good enough? Please comment! It's super short, I KNOW, but I just wanted to see what y'all thought.