So, okay. This is completely my own little fantasy world now... not sure if the next chapter will be or not... It's not written yet, but hopefully I can get it up by tomorrow... Thank you for all the lovely reviews and putting on story alert. :) Reviews are always appreciated, and I will start sending out thank yous as soon as i finish writing jenette, which will hopefully decide to stop hating me....

Jenette walked out of the station and to the garage. She had done what Boris wanted her to do. She had left the tape, and Hun and Drake were already fighting, so there wasn't much left to do. She leaned back into the chair behind the desk of the office. She propped her feet up on the desk, and relaxed, thinking about the amount of cash she would receive the next day, after Operation Rose had been pulled off.

A small thought niggled in the back of her mind. Tim was working on a blag tomorrow. He never told her the name of it. Was it Operation Rose? Two blags in one day was certainly odd, but she was certain that it had probably been done before. She heard a voice calling her name.

"Jennette?" She got up quickly and adjusted her clothes so they weren't wrinkled. A man in a black overcoat came around the corner. He was tall and blonde. His eyes were greyish blue colour, and he walked with an air of importance. Jenette nearly swooned. He was so handsome. His longish blonde hair fell in front of his face, and with a shake of his head, it was back in place again. Ladies and gentlemen, Boris Johnson had entered the building.

He looked at her.

"Jenette," he said quietly.

"Boris."

"Have you planted the tape?"

"Just got done in Hunt's office. I left the tape on his desk on my way out."

"What about him and Drake?"

"I heard them going at it while I was at the station. It didn't sound good."

"They fight every day. Did it seem extremely heated?"

"Heated yes, but not extremely heated..."

"Dammit Jennette! I want him to loathe her!" She shook. His anger was terrifying. Suddenly he calmed down.

"You said you were at the station. What reason did you give for being there? Was Hunt suspicious?"

"Hunt wasn't suspicious. He took me in for questioning cause Tiny was found out."

"You didn't tell him anything."

"No, Boris. When he said something about me coming on to him like I he thought Tiny had set me up to do it."

"And Tiny has cracked," Boris muttered. "He revealed the Operation."

Boris spoke again, more loudly.

"There is more that's needed fromyou for the Operation, Jenette. Thanks to your brother, the police know about the blag tomorrow." Jenette looked away guiltily, remembering that she had told them there was something planned for tomorrow.

"You need to slip something to your brother so that they can't interrogate him anymore. Also, brush up on your Westerns and go meet Gene at his office tonight. I promise he'll be there. If Drake is out of the way, he will be there thinking it over."

Jenette swallowed. Could she harm her brother like that? For this man, she believed she could. She would do anything for Boris. He wouldn't have her though. She knew this from the start. And if she couldn't have him, she'd have the money. His money.

Boris took the fag out of his mouth and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He spun around and walked out of the garage, leaving Jenette weak in the knees and close to swooning for the second time in twenty minutes.

"Right," she said to no one in particular. "Let's do this."

TBC... Again... Reviews are appreciated and loved and always make my day!