Welcome to my new story! Since I only have one on-going story right now I've thought I could definitely start a new one.

It's another AU story of mine. Mark is going to be a Special Agent with the FBI and Lexie … well, she isn't a doctor either. :-)

Mark is a mix out of a few law enforcement officers of my favorite shows. He definitely is a lot like Tony DiNozzo from NCIS, I might end up giving him some character traits of Booth from the TV show Bones, he definitely has his military background and he might also have a little Andy Trudeau in him from Charmed. Yeah, I definitely have a thing for law enforcement officers. :-)

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Mark hated stake outs. Really hated them. They were boring him to death. He didn't know why exactly. It wasn't as if he wasn't used to sitting around for hours, not making a move. He had been a sniper for almost twenty years. He was used to doing absolutely nothing than breathe for hours. He had done it countless times over the years when he had been waiting for the right moment to take his shot.

But now he was an FBI Agent and he should be chasing down suspects. Sitting around gave him too much time to think. Too much time to remember. He didn't want to think too much about his days in the military. It didn't come to any good anyway. He always tried to remember the good times, the joking around at camp, playing soccer or basketball while waiting for the next assignment. But most of the times he only remembered the bad times. Especially in his dreams. The grenades hitting ground beside him, ripping his comrades apart right in front of him. The screams of the injured, the blank eyes of the dead. He had been a sniper which had put him out of the worst combat zones most of the times but he still had seen a lot. Too much.

Yanking at his tie, he threw it in the back seat of his Porsche, cursing under his breath about having to use his own car for this investigation. At least he had something nice to look at. His gaze returned to the woman standing under the street light. She was really a looker. Great body and the lights sparkling in her shimmering brown hair would tempt every man to thread his hand through. He had to remind himself that she was completely off limits. She was only a way to get to the culprit he was chasing, not to mention that she was a hooker. But that didn't mean that he couldn't admire her body, especially those legs.

~M&L~

Lexie had noticed the black Porsche immediately though she had to admit that any other person would have probably not. It was a 911 Carrera 4S and she loved fast cars. She just didn't understand why the driver hadn't climbed out of it yet. He'd parked over there an hour ago and it gave her the creeps. Shaking her head inwardly, she reminded herself what she was currently doing. She was a hooker and someone parking their car a block away gave her the creeps. Maybe she should reconsider if she'd chosen the right job if a randomly parked car was almost freaking her out.

She straightened herself, pushing her breasts out, glad that she had decided to put on a push-up. She definitely needed every help she could get to be a convincing hooker. She'd made her hair curl, knowing that men liked it when her hair was a little wild. Her lips were bright red and her eye make-up just emphasized the deep brown color. Making her look more innocent than she actually was. She figured it was exactly the look she needed. Not to mention the dress that was hardly covering her body, leaving not much to imagination. But she figured that would exactly be the right dress for a hooker and that was the point of it. Being a hooker and looking like one.

~M&L~

Mark sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. It was time. Time to make his move. He'd observed the scene for over an hour and the one he was looking for hadn't showed. Not that he expected him to. That would have been way too easy.

Turning the key around, he started the car, smiling at the sound of the engine coming to life. God, he loved this car. Pulling out of the parking space, he sped up, halting with screeching brakes in front of her, hitting the button to lower the passenger side window. After all he needed to make the right entrance. He should act like a man who had earned the big money too fast and thought he could get everything he wanted as long as he payed enough for it. At least that was the part he was told to play.

When Lexie bent down to look into the car, she was surprised to find a good-looking man in it. She'd expected some overweight fifty-something man with almost no hair who tried to convince everyone how great he was by showing off his car. But she only needed a few seconds to take him all in and he definitely didn't fit into this category.

His face showed no signs of him being anything but thoroughly fit. A well-trimmed scruff adorned his face and she had to admit his salt and pepper hair made him stunningly handsome. As he leaned over from the driver seat, the light caught in his blue eyes and Lexie was certain that this man had broken a lot of hearts in the past. What didn't matter right now. Not what he was doing in the past and certainly not how handsome he was. He fit the profile. He could certainly be who she was looking for, so she leaned forward and gave him a good look at her cleavage.

"Hey, handsome. How are you doing?" Lexie almost purred, hoping that she sounded convincing.

"Wanna join me?"

"Sure. Why not?" She climbed into the car and shut the door before she turned around and stated firmly. "But at my place."

"Sure, sugar. I don't mind where we go."

Their ride to her motel room was pretty quiet, making Mark contemplating if she was new at the job. She definitely didn't make a move to feel him up and he actually expected something like it. Not that he had any experience with hookers. He never needed to pay for it. The women always came to him, offering themselves to him, some times even throwing their bodies at him. But maybe she didn't need to. Her scent that was filling the car might be enough. He was getting aroused by it and for once he'd pulled up the pictures of his military days by choice, the pictures he feared most of the times, but right now they helped him to not react to her like the man he was but like a FBI Agent who was pursuing a lead.

Lexie tried to stay calm, she couldn't act like she was nervous. She was a hooker. She should be used to this. So she willed her face to show nothing, forcing her hands to stay uncurled on her thighs. But she couldn't look at him. He just was … nothing like what she would have expected. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him shift gears and his long fingers wrapped around the gear shift made her shiver. This man oozed out sex pheromones and if she didn't keep in mind that he was probably a pimp she might be doing something completely stupid. Like finding out how those fingers felt when they were exploring her body.

But they were already at the motel she'd given him the address to. Of course it wasn't really her motel room. She would never sleep in something like this, afraid that the bugs would eat her alive while she slept, not to mention what she would catch when she would have made use of the bathroom. But she was a hooker after all. At least she was a hooker for this night and maybe she had caught a break in the case. Maybe the man beside her would have some answers.

"Doesn't look very appealing." Mark told her as he parked the car on the parking lot in front of the motel.

"Well, the only thing that should be appealing to you is me." Lexie said huskily, surprised about herself how easily she managed to slip into her role.

"Yeah, you are probably right." Mark replied, eying her thoroughly. Something was off, he just couldn't put a finger on it.

He climbed out of the car and walked around it, opening the door for her. Taking the hand he offered, Lexie stepped out of the car, trying to ignore that his fingers wrapped around hers made her tingle in all the wrong places. She couldn't believe she was actually attracted to him. Him of all people. This just made it obvious how messed up her life was. She was getting aroused by a pimp.

Nonetheless her fingers tightened around his, pulling him with her. After all she had a job to do. She led him to her room, turning around to lock eyes with him when she reached it, trying to quash the inappropriate feelings that were rising up in her chest when she looked into his steel blue eyes.

The feeling of something being terribly wrong just became stronger when they walked towards her room, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his sixth sense had never led him wrong. He was already starting to pull away from her when she turned around at the door that was apparently leading into her room and her dark brown eyes locked with his, making him forget for a second why he was standing in front of a motel room with her.

Lexie felt that she was losing him, could feel it in his hand that he would turn her down any second, so she convinced herself that she needed to get him into the room to question him and kissing him was the only way to achieve that goal. So she trailed her hands up his body, feeling the muscles under his shirt as she got on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately, surprised when she felt a shot of electricity shot through her body the moment their tongues met. Just her luck. The first man in ages who could really kiss and he was some pimp. Though she had to admit he was really a handsome pimp.

Mark couldn't believe that he was actually kissing her back. What was wrong with him? But her lips on his felt incredible and he couldn't pull away. He couldn't help deepening the kiss, his arms coming around her waist without him really wanting to put them there. She apparently had completely bewitched him and there was not one thing he could do against it.

Lexie searched with one hand for the knob of the door and opened it, pulling him inside with her. The moment he closed the door behind him, she swiveled around and ripped her gun away from its hiding place under the table, pressing it firmly against his ribs.

"NCIS." She said firmly. "We need to talk."

Mark needed a few seconds before he was able to fully comprehend the situation, not believing that she managed to take him by surprise like that. It shouldn't have happened. Giving her a sly smile, his hand suddenly shot forward and he grabbed her wrist, yanking it upwards and pulling her towards him with such speed that she wasn't able to react in any way.

Grinning down into her face, his one arm wrapped tightly around her while his other hand still had her gun hand in his grip, he spoke softly. "FBI. We definitely need to talk."

Well, this is the second update of the day. You just have to write when your muse feels like it. I always think the best chapters are those where my muse just takes over the control of my fingers on the keyboard and I didn't have to 'force' her to come up with anything. But that could be completely my imagination or wishful thinking. I hope you enjoyed and please tell me what you think about the beginning of this story. :-)