Hi guys! This would have been updated sooner. But when I saved it, it all deleted. So now it is 1:18a.m. and I just woke up like 10 minutes ago and was like "you know what...I'm in the mood to write." Well. I hope you enjoy. :)

"Do you understand what you have to do?" Pride asked quietly. "And you are ready?""

"Yes King." LaSalle replied in a hushed tone. He knew that it wasn't necessary due to the fact that they weren't talking about anything sensitive, but they still needed to be careful. They never knew where their suspect's people were and they didn't want to risk blowing their cover.

"Okay. Your cab is waiting. See you guys in two months." Pride said as he quickly hugged his two agents and slipped LaSalle the house key. They watched as Pride boarded the plane and then turned and walked towards the opposite end of the airport.

"So. My name is Sasha and I am madly in love with my punk-ass boyfriend Derek." Brody said as she struggled to keep a straight face.

"And my name is Derek and I am madly in love with my girlfriend Sasha who is a drunken party whore." LaSalle replied as a smile spread across his face. The two then crawled in the cab and gave then their house address.

A few hours later, they finally arrived at the house. They grabbed their bag and tipped the driver. They watched as it drove away and finally disappeared.

"This reminds me of my home in Michigan." Brody said happily as she observed the small cabin that sat a few yards in front of a woods.

"It sure is pretty." LaSalle said. "And alot different from New Orleans." He noted as he looked up at the dark grey clouds that hung over them.

"Are you ready to see our new home Derek?" Brody asked playfully as she headed towards the steps and opened the door.

"You know I am Sasha." He replied as he followed her up the steps and into the door. He noticed that the house was small and smelled like pine trees.

"It has like...three rooms." Brody said as she headed for the bedroom. She was relieved when she saw the king sized mattress in the middle of the room. "Oh great. It looks like no one is going to have to sleep on the couch." She yelled as LaSalle came through the door.

"I'd say we each have a decent sized half." He joked. "Don't you think we better get ready to go?" LaSalle asked as he checked his watch.

"Probably should." Brody agreed.

Brody then headed to the bathroom. She picked out a neon pink, strapless dress that came down to a place slightly above her knees and a black, sleeveless leather jacket. After she got her clothes on, she applied a thick layer of mascara and eyeliner. She then coloured her lips with an obnoxious pink lipstick.

"Do you think this will work?" Brody asked as she stepped out of the bathroom. LaSalle was waiting patiently on the bed.

"Wow." LaSalle said as a boyish grin spread across his face. "Sure is working on me."

Brody flashed him a 'what the hell' look but decided to let his comment go.

"We better go. We don't want to be late." Brody said.


The two agents walked into the smoke filled bar and headed towards the bar stools. They bobbed their heads to the loud beats of the music as they ordered their drinks and walked over to their target.

"Heya mind if we sit." Brody asked, trying to sound like a gangster.

"No. Not at all doll face." The man replied as a sickly grin formed on his lips. Brody slid in next to LaSalle and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. He placed light kisses on her hair and neck.

"Cool it." She whispered sternly into his ear as she placed a long kiss on his cheek. She then drank a shot that the waiter had brought to them.

"I'll go get us some more drinks." Their suspect said as he got up from the table and headed towards the bar.

"So do you think he's buying it?" Brody asked as she laid both of her hands on LaSalle's chest.

"I think so." LaSalle said, running his fingers through her hair. "I think we're doing a pretty good job on acting madly in love." LaSalle said. Brody glared at him.

"Now you need to drink more if you're gonna act like a drunken party whore." LaSalle suggested as he pointed to the few empty glasses on the table.

"You really think I can drink that much?" Brody asked. "I can't get drunk or I would be useless."

The man then walked back to the table with a try full of shots.

"Oh thank goodness." Brody said. "I was so thirsty." She whispered as she gave LaSalle an 'are you happy?' look. She then took three of the glasses and chugged them.

A few hours later Brody was practically falling out of the booth. She had a pile of about ten glasses sitting next to her.

"Whoa Sasha." LaSalle said. "Hey man. I think I'm gonna have to get her home." He said as they got up from the booth and headed towards the door. He walked the very drunk looking Brody outside and called a cab.

"I'm not drunk." Brody whispered as she looked up at LaSalle and smiled.

"I know Sasha. You can hold more liquor than that. But good plan for getting out of there though."

When they arrived home, it was about 10:00. They trudged up to the door and walked into their house.

"I sure could use a cup of coffee." Brody said, suggesting the offer that LaSalle made when they were in New Orleans.

"Sure thing Brody." LaSalle said as he walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot.

The two agents stood in the kitchen and waited on their coffee to finish brewing. LaSalle noticed the female agent feeling her neck and face.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Um...Yeah yeah. I'm okay." She said. He noticed that she seemed to have trouble speaking. He leaned forward and felt her face.

"Man. Brody you're burning up." LaSalle exclaimed. Brody stumbled back into the counter. Everything felt like it was tingling. Her legs became weak and she stumbled a bit more but caught herself.

"I think you need to go to bed." LaSalle said, worried. He slipped his arm around her trembling body and led her out of the kitchen. She let out a small cry and stopped in the middle of the living room.

"W-what's wrong? Are you hurt?" LaSalle asked urgently. He had no idea what was wrong with her.

"I...I just...need to sit...down." She panted as she sunk down to the floor. LaSalle crouched down beside her and placed his hand on her back to comfort her. Her rapid uneven breaths suddenly slowed and evened as she passed out onto the carpet.

"Brody! Brody! Wake up!" He yelled as he shook her shoulders. Suddenly the room began to grow dim and he began to slip into the world of the unconscious.

Hehe. They shouldn't have trusted their suspect to go get them drinks. Well I hope you enjoyed this. Please review and suggest. :)