Adam was sitting in the locker room, his headphones on listening to some music. Not his type of music but it was 'Ditch's' and he needed to get his head into the right space. This was his thing; he'd zone out with his headphones on and get into his new skin. The black jeans, t-shirt, heavy silver chains and rings were helping and he did love the hard-core biker boots and leather jacket. The other thing he did love was his bike. It was a beast. He ran his hands roughly through his hair, making it sure it was the right kind of messy and transformed himself.

Glancing up as someone came into the locker room he scowled at Halstead. "Good to see you got the I hate cops look going?"

"Maybe I do hate you right now?"

"What'd I do?"

"Nothing." He shoved his phone, headphones and wallet into his locker and took his UC pieces from Halstead. He hooked the chain from his wallet to his belt. God, it was so bloody wanky. "She ready?"

He nodded. "Downstairs." There was something he wanted to say, he felt that as a more senior member of this team he needed to say but Adam had already left the building and saying whatever he needed to say to Ditch was going to be pointless but he couldn't let him leave without hearing it. "You okay with this?"

"What? This job, I've been doing this for weeks."

"Not with a girlfriend?"

"I haven't been lonely at these parties."

"Okay, are you okay with Burgess?"

His eyes hardened a little, those cop hating eyes he'd seen a minute ago. "She's a cop. She's got a job to do."

He had given her the files to read yesterday along with his handwritten notes and when they had a briefing she had plenty of questions. As expected she was fully prepared and had a good handle on what she needed to do. He had no idea what she felt about those notes, he never asked because some of them were graphic. Using them to get a handle on the people around him it helped to write them in the voice of the character he was playing and Ditch was basically a shit person.

'Mila' was waiting down the garage for him. She looked amazing and it took all his concentration not to slip out of character. Kim certainly didn't. He had no idea how she was going to climb onto his bike because her leather skirt was barely covering her ass. Her top was teetering on pornographic and he caught just a glimpse as she zipped up her faux fur bomber jacket.

As she swung onto the back of his bike he felt her legs pressing against his thighs and she ran her hands down his legs. "Let's Go Babe." She cooed.

Yep, he was fucked.

"Have fun kids." Halstead laughed as he opened the roller door and they disappeared into the dark night. Surely he wasn't the only one who thought that this was a bad idea.

He turned his head slightly as they pulled up at a set of lights. Her head was resting on his shoulder. "You cold?"

"A little." Having her cuddle into the back of him wasn't helping Adam, but as far as Ditch was concerned this was good.

"Almost there. You ready." He touched the hand resting on his thigh. So fucked.

"Ditch, Baby I so need a drink." She wasn't breaking character.

He helped her off the bike and threw an arm around her shoulder and she slipped a hand into the back pocket of his jeans and they headed in. The throb of the music hitting them before they even opened the door.

"Ditch, Bro." Adam held out his hand to the biker that approached them. "Who's this?" He nodded as he blatantly let his eyes roam up and down her body. There was no attempt to disguise his wandering eye. It was exactly the impression she was going for but it didn't mean it wasn't uncomfortable. He was basically licking his lips and Kim hoped to god this wasn't what they were all like. She knew Walt was the one likely to offer to take on the hit and she breathed a sigh of relief because flirting with him seemed like a bridge too far.

"Mila." Adam nodded. "This is Walt." Kim shook his hand, smiling coyly as she tried not to recoil from his touch. He held on just a little too long and Ditch eventually gave him a look that basically told him to let go. She shoved her hand in her jacket pocket while she tried to rid herself of the feeling of his sweaty palm. It repulsed her.

"Where's Cat?" He hadn't stopped looking at Kim. "She was smokin' although I'd tap this too." Kim was surprised when Adam laughed although she could feel him prickle at little. It was the way his hand twitched in hers. His character had slipped just for a second, imperceptible to everyone else in the room but obvious to her.

"Back off Walt." Ditch growled as he tugged on Mila's hand and headed off to find them a drink. They had to at least have one in their hands or it would look strange but getting drunk wasn't an option. "That guys a fuckin' tool." She wasn't quite sure if it was Ditch talking to her or Adam.

Tonight was just about establishing Mila into the picture and that meant they had to be a couple, they had to be all over each other one minute and then she had to go off and start playing the crowd. That was easy enough and her personality was always sunny and friendly. She turned heads when the jacket came off and it left nothing to his imagination.

"Dude." Walt sidled up to him as he was watching Mila from the other side of the room as she threw her head back and laughed. It sent a shiver through him. Leaning forward to listen to what someone was saying over the throb of the music he could see Walt practically drooling. "She's way to hot for one man. Sure you don't need help handling her."

Ditch took a swig from his hip flask, he'd learnt quickly that having that tucked in his pocket enabled him to give the impression that he was 'drinking' when he wasn't and he didn't raise suspicion by knocking back offers of drinks. "I'm doing just fine."

"Yeah, but Man, tell me she goes off."

It made his skin crawl, it was bad enough that he was doing this job with her, having to listen to people talk about her like this was just about more than he could handle. He knew it was not Kim they were talking about per se but it didn't make it any easier to deal with. He let Ditch wash over him again.

"Like a frog in a sock." He clapped Walt on the shoulder and decided it was time to go and say hello to his girlfriend and get a little friendly.

Mila jumped when she felt Ditch's arms around her waist, he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and let his hand run up the inside of her bare thigh, touching her briefly and he could feel the shock ripple through her. "Hey Baby, you good."

"Hmmm." It took a moment for her to find her voice. "I think I'm ready to go." He spun her round, his arm tight around her waist. They needed to put on a show; he knew people were watching while he kissed her. It was hard and needy. He let one hand drift down over her ass and under the hem of her skirt again and she pushed her hips into him. Suddenly he stepped away.

"Let's go." He pulled her towards the door. He had the urge to feel her arms and legs around him on the bike, at least he could enjoy her without having to pretend.

Slipping into her position on the back of his bike she wrapped her arms around his waist and the longer the trip took the lower her hands went. He gritted his teeth as she gripped the inside of his thighs. It wasn't until he pulled up outside her place that she spoke and it took him just a second to realise what was going on. She was still Mila as she climbed off the back of his bike and held out her hand.

"Baby, I want you to touch me like you did back there." If that wasn't desperate and needy she didn't know what was. From the moment she had felt his fingers brush against her she needed more. If this was how she was going to get it then so be it. Impulsive? Yes. Wrong? Probably. Was she going to stop it? No, no she wasn't.

It was stupid, they were being stupid but he didn't care, he couldn't care, he couldn't think. He just wanted to feel, switch off his brain and feel something. Not just anything though, he wanted to feel her, whoever she was right now. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her close and his hand slipped up her skirt and she let her head roll back. "Upstairs." He growled against her neck.

They'd barely got through the door when they finally stopped and looked at each other. "Ditch." She whispered needily and that was all he needed. He dragged her down onto the floor, clawing at that pathetic excuse for a skirt and tugging at her underwear as she fumbled with his belt. Within minutes they were smashing into each other. There was a lot of anger, emotion and pain in what they were doing and somewhere buried so deep within them there was love. They just didn't want to see it.

Well, this wasn't good…