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"Why don't we cooperate?"

"How so..?"

"As in our departments work together, not only will it most likely help our chances but-"

"How do you plan on doing that? Officer Kurosaki, were undercover, I can't give up my fellow teammates identities because you asked!"

"Fine, then don't. But we can exchange information and help each other out."

"Oh."

"So what do you say officer Inoue?"

CHP 4

Drinks

"…I-," Before Orihime could continue, the door was thrown open.

"S-Sorry!" A very tipsy pair stumbled out, hand in hand. As their alcohol spilled on eth ground, their giggling and laughter increased. Slamming the door behind them, Orihime and Ichigo let out a breathe.

"You were saying?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow stuffing his badge back into his pocket. Orihime looked up at the man.

Can I trust him?

I'm practically placing my cover… my life in his hands!

Orihime was reminded of the wise advice Rangiku had given her once.

"Now remember Orihime, as a police officer, your life is always at risk. But you are a hero; you save others and make the world a better place. You will sometimes be put in situations where you're going to have to think on the spot and wing it, by yourself. You won't know what's right or if you're even making the right decision, but trust yourself. Trust your instincts! Why do you think a woman's intuition is there in the first place?" The busty blonde winked at her younger companion.

"Alright Rangiku, thank you! Your so smart!" Orihime smiled at the woman.

"Mhmmmm."

Orihime furrowed her eyebrows in thought, intertwining her fingers together she made a quick pro and con list. After looking up and into the sincere brown eyes of the police officer in front of her, she knew the answer to all her answers.

"Yes," Orihime frowned, hand over her beating heart, my intuitions telling me I can work with this man, "May be something good will come out of this…" Although trust is earned, Orihime figured she can test out that theory a little later on; after all she was in a very sticky situation right now.
"That's what I was thinking," Ichigo smiled down at the girl. Sticking his hand out, he shook hers.

"I guess it's a deal officer Inoue."

"Shhhh! I'm under cover!" Orihime sarcastically scolded, "And call me Orihime."

"Alright Orihime."

"There you go Ichigo." She smiled at the taller man.

"Well, I don't think we'll gather very much information locked in this room? But we could question the girl you spoke to me about…let's find her."

"Mhhm, she's somewhere in the club. Are you coming with me?" Orihime asked.

"Well… We've been up here for a while and," Ichigo stopped, "My fellow agents might think something is up if we split up… They're very intelligent people, they would know something's wrong and they'll pursue you wasting precious time that can be used saving lives." The orange haired man scowled.

Nodding, they walked out of the room together.

As if on que, Orihime's fellow undercover agents made eye contact with her and observed the state she was in, all tense and on guard. When she smiled at them, they relaxed and continued what they were doing. Ichigo was right… Although she felt reassured her companions were there for her, she couldn't speak to them… yet.

Planning on making her way down the stairs, two strong arms around her waist stopped her in place. Practically lifting her up and spinning her around, Orihime was thrown into a nearby wall. Gasping, the next action surprised her, throwing her off guard.

A pair of dominating yet smooth lips captured her own, teasing there way into her mouth. Shocked at first, she was going to use her self defense moves, until she saw who that male was.

Officer Ichigo Kurosaki.

There must be something wrong, was the next thing she thought.

But the she put two and two together and assumed this was part of there disguise, interesting… sneaky… smart! Hmm, a couple.

After thinking her way through the situation she was unceremoniously thrown in, Orihime noticed she was standing limp against the wall.

Awkward, oops.

Hmmm, two can play at this game…

Wrapping her soft arms around his neck, she kissed him back, two pairs of lips perfectly molding against each other. Like a girl would towards the boy she loves, a hint of hunger underlying the action.

Running her hands through his surprisingly soft hair, he growled into the kiss. Orihime moaned.

Wet tongues dancing against each other to a rhythm of their own in their dark secret caverns, the thought of breathing didn't even occur to the pair.

The minute they touched it was as if fireworks blew, sparks in the air.

Her lips felt tingly, like a shot of electricity was springing through them.

Moving his large hands to her behind, she let out a squeak as he lifted her up. Wrapping her long legs around his waist, her skirt came up even further hinting her undergarments. With her back to the wall, one of Ichigo's hands were on Orihime's behind as the other pulled her hair to deepen the kiss. She unintentionally curved her back, rubbing her chest against his hard abs.

Pulling back to take a breathe; the two began panting awfully close to each other. She could feel his thumping heartbeat through his thin shirt. And he could probably feel mine.

Gently setting her down, Ichigo brought her skirt back down and adjusted her top. Orihime flushed but allowed him to continue without saying a word. As he grabbed her hand and made his way to a more secluded corner, Ichigo was aware of the many eyes carefully observing him.

Shit, they know something's up. I have to be… convincing.

Bringing his mouth to her ear so she could hear through the loud music, it looked as if he was doing something else in the dark corner surrounded by large plants.

Which was in fact what he wanted.

"I'm sorry, my fellow –coworkers, had their eyes on us… We were in that room too long and we had to-," Before Ichigo could keep explaining, Orihime moved her head so she was looking directly at him.

"I understand! It was actually a good idea," Orihime flushed, "So now if I need to find you or anything, I'd have a good excuse. You're my… boyfriend." The flush darkened. "And I could always tell my 'fellow co-workers' that I was just 'blending in' with someone who grew up around here." She quickly added controlling her blush. This is not the time!

"Yeah, I'll use that too," Ichigo responded. "Let's look for that chick now," Ichigo looked down at Orihime's hand and hesitated. Watching him, she knew what he wanted to do, so she grabbed his hand. Intertwining their fingers, the pair made their way out of the corner.

They had matching blushes and everything.

Moving their way together around the club, there was no sign of the girl Orihime was looking for. It was late and the orange haired pair lost their one lead. Frustrated and annoyed, Ichigo allowed a string of curses to tumble out of his mouth.

"I need a drink," Ichigo brought his mouth once more to Orihime's ear so she could hear through the loud music.

As his hot minty breathe met with the inside of her ear, she shivered.

Nodding, she looked away so he wouldn't see her blush.

While the pair made there way to the bar, Ichigo, the gentlemen he is, pulled the stool for her.

"Thanks," she giggled. So cliché.

"No problem," he winked at her.

"Ah, Orihime! Who is this?" The blonde bartender shimmied his way to the two orangettes.

"Hi Shinji! T-This is-," Orihime looked over at Ichigo who interrupted her.

"Her boyfriend," Ichigo scowled at the blonde.

"Oooh boyfriend, you were right Hime! He's a cute one," Shinji smirked at Ichigo and blew him a kiss. Ichigo's scowl deepened.

"What would you like doll?" Shinji asked moving closer to Orihime, his face only inches away from hers, a wicked smirk plastered on his smooth features.

"W-Waters fine," Orihime stuttered out.

"Water? How bout I make you something special, on the house! You will be working here soon, might as well enjoy what this place has to offer," Shinji smiled at the auburn haired female. She was kind hearted and beautiful, he also had quiet a good view of her chest from where he was standing.

"Stop trying to get her drunk," Ichigo stated, but the threat underlying his tone did not go unnoticed by the blonde, "Just pass me a bottle," Ichigo rubbed his neck looking at the watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Of course and I take tips by the way berry boy!" Shinji moved to the other side of the bar, his laughter swarming through the smoke filled air.

And the nights only beginning.

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