A/N: Okay, first of all, this is before the crash, just a little fun fic. Anyway, I was listening to NickelBack, the song "Is that your hand on my Girlfriend?" And for some reason, Sawyer popped into my head. I was all "Man, it seems like Sawyer would say this." But then I thought, "The only way for him to say this to Ana, is if she were undercover or something like that." But the only way for Sawyer, to go out with Ana as a cop, is for him to be coning her. Strangely enough, I created something in my mind. Thus, story idea! Yay! More Sana for me to write! So yes, there is my explanation for this story. Anyway, I don't own NickelBack, nor Lost. Because if I did own Lost, I sure as hell wouldn't have killed Ana off. scoffs Dumb$$e$. But anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter and review!

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Chapter One:

"Her Name is Sara Costella. She is rich. Her dad is a drug lord. I need you to get me exactly a half of a million dollars from her," A dark voice explained.

A man from in the corner of the room nodded in understandment.

"His name is James Ford. He goes by the name Sawyer. He thinks your Name Is Sara Costella and that you met him on an online date service. Your dad is a drug lord. He will try and con you sometime into giving him some money. Until then, you are to remain undercover at all costs. You have a job as a cocktail waitress. You are to dress with the clothes provided for you. I hate to break it to you, but most of the clothes are skimpy, it's just how they dress. I'm sorry. This is your one chance to work undercover, if this backfires you are to go back to regular assignments. Though if you get through this, we will see about this being your regular duty," A women explained.

Another woman that looked almost identical to the first woman, nodded.

The darker shaded man slid a black phone across the table. "That is for you to call me to tell me how everything is taking place. Call me sometime every day or the deal is off."

The other man took the phone and shoved it into his pocket.

"You will not be wired, but you must call us twice a day, from the phone in the house that we will give you directions to. It is your stationed house for this current event. If you don't call at least once a day, we will break this off," the woman warned.

The other woman just nodded her ebony curls in agreement.

"Right now, you are arranged to meet her at the corner bar at 5:00PM, which is in 15 minutes. We will supply you with a car, it's right outside. If you happen to skip town, I have a tracking device hidden on the car, I assure you, we will find you. So, that's it, good luck. Oh, and remember, this is a favor from me to you to help pay off debt. Don't make me regret it. Goodbye,

Sawyer."

The man nodded for the last time and disappeared behind the door.

"You have a date with him at you work at 5PM. Your clothes are already at your house. We have a police house stationed right across the street from your house. The address and info on your house is in your bag along with clothes you are to wear on this date. We have 2 cars for you. One outside the station and one inside your garage. I guess that's about it."

The woman smiled and turned to leave. Before she got out the door, the older woman spoke, " Oh and ana?" The woman turned back around. "Be careful."

"Thanks mom, " She and her black curls were gone before anything else could be said.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy