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Kylie's heart was beating out of her chest as she and Sherlock walked quickly down the street towards the card game. She wasn't sure if it was because of the adrenaline pumping through her veins, or because she was in so little clothing standing next to Sherlock.

Charlie is in danger… focus…

They reached the corner and as they rounded it, Sherlock threw his arm around Kylie's waist and pulled her close as they began to stumble drunkenly down the street towards the entrance of the game.

God, his body felt amazing next to her.

Kylie saw the guards watching them suspiciously.

"We need to make it convincing," Kylie muttered to him as they stumbled together.

"Play along," Sherlock muttered back.

Kylie looked at him in slight confusion, but before she had a chance to react, she found herself being shoved up roughly against the alley wall as Sherlock's lips met her's fiercely. She felt electricity shoot through her body as elation numbed everything else. Goosebumps covered her skin as she raised one leg for him to hold, balancing her against the wall as his body was completely pressed into hers. Something shot through her body as she felt his entire body pressed tightly against hers. She clung to reality as her hands immediately tangled in his hair, trying to grasp onto something to keep her world from spinning off its axis.

She felt her chest nearly explode as his lips left her mouth, moving down her neck; nipping and sucking as his hands explored the curves of her body. She felt as if she were about to combust as his lips found that sensitive spot on her neck and his hands neared her breasts, forcing her to let out an unconscious moan.

That's it… she couldn't take it anymore. She was going to have him right against this wall.

Kylie's hands went immediately to his chest as she began unbuttoning his shirt and began to try to rake her hands over her chest as she felt him shiver under her touch. Encouraged by the reaction, she continued her ministration as her lips grazed over his collarbone, making him groan.

"Hey! Get room you two!"

Kylie stiffened in surprise as Sherlock did as well, bringing at least Kylie back to reality.

She was suddenly aware of her surroundings, coming back to reality.

What…?

Working… they were working. This wasn't real. It was acting…

Kylie glanced up at Sherlock. His shirt was now completely unbuttoned, his pupils were the size of saucers as he panted slightly.

Good Lord he was sexy…

Dammit Kylie! Charlie is in there about to get his head blown off and all you can think about is sex? Seriously?

"Come on, mate!" Sherlock said in his smooth Jonathan Wiley voice that was slightly slurred as to keep up the appearance.

…Acting this was all acting. None of this was real…

But damn, it felt real…

No. he doesn't feel anything for you Kylie. Get over it! FOCUS! Charlie needs you!

Kylie took a breath, refocusing herself before she turned around.

"We are just looking for a good time," she said flirtatiously as she cuddled into Sherlock's side, trying to play off their cover, "Cant a girl just want some sex and a card game?"

"You can. Not here," the gruff guard told them, "Scram."

Sherlock threw his arm around Kylie's waist as he stumbled them forward.

"We just want to play cards mate. That's all."

The guard just stared at them, unmoving.

"Look," Kylie said stepping forward as she smiled at the guard, "We know a guy inside. My uh… friend here, I'm his good luck charm. I was trying to share my… luck with him before you interrupted us. Maybe, if you let us in, I'll be your luck too."

A smile pulled slightly on the large Russian man's lips as he leaned slightly closer to her. As he did, Kylie reacted quickly by planting the stiletto of her pump into the man's arch, distracting him with the pain before she executed a few knees and punches before the man was unconscious on the ground.

"Well played," Sherlock complimented in a slightly impressed voice as he rebuttoned his shirt.

Kylie sighed and straightened her clothes, combing her hair out of her face.

"Thank you."

She looked away quickly as she began to try to drag the guard behind the dumpster. Sherlock jumped into help her and together they hid the large man out of sight. He knelt down quickly, removing a gun from the man's belt and stuffing it down the back of his pants.

"You um…" Kylie began as she looked at him, "you have some lipstick…"

Sherlock frowned at her before she hesitantly reached up to rub it off the corner of his mouth. She did so awkwardly as she stared at him, barely able to breathe as she did. Sherlock's eyes locked onto hers, causing her heart to stop all together.

Neither of them moved. They just kept staring at each other locked in a heated gaze after what had just happened between the two of them.

Kylie didn't know what to think. Part of her was certain there had to be something behind what had just occurred, but the other part of her reminded her how good of an actor this man was. He fooled Janine; making her think that there had been a real relationship there…

…Would he do that to her?

Yes. There is nothing between you two anymore. You know that.

But the passion… the want… the need…

"We should go," Sherlock told her, still not moving.

Kylie stared at him blankly for a moment, trying to process his words as she still came back to reality.

Charlie… right

"Yeah, come on," Kylie said as she grabbed his hand and they quickly rushed into the game.

They slipped casually into the main room, scanning the floor for any sign of Charlie.

"Where the hell is he?" Kylie muttered quietly to Sherlock as they tried not to draw suspicion.

"The table," Sherlock pointed out.

Kylie followed his eye line before she saw the familiar table full of Russians… and two empty chairs.

"He's gone. So is Foreman," Kylie whispered, panic in her voice.

"Kitchen," Sherlock said quickly, noticing the door behind the bar was swinging ever-so-slightly, "Come on."

They quickly slipped behind the bar and made their way down the hall, hearing voices echo down the small corridor. Kylie glanced a Sherlock, before they carefully hid behind the door, hearing Charlie and Foreman in the room.

Kylie peered carefully in the room, seeing her partner up against the stove, looking down the barrel of Foreman's gun.

"I'm only going to ask you one more time," Foreman yelled at him, "What do you know?"

"Put the gun down man!" Charlie told him, "Just put it down, and lets talk!"

Sherlock pulled her back behind the wall of the door, hiding her from Foreman's line of sight.

She gave him a look of thanks as she had gotten caught up in watching what was going on.

"YOU KNOW SOMETHING!"

"I just know what he does!"

Foreman cocked the gun, aiming it right into Charlie's chest.

Kylie made to get up, but Sherlock shoved her down once more.

"My partner," she whispered before she got up, walking through the door, putting on a façade and slipping out of Sherlock's grasp.

"Richard? Richard I have been looking for you everywhere!" Kylie said in a voice that was surprisingly close to a purr. She stopped and looked at Foreman as she ran a hand up Charlie's arm.

"Oh, hello," she said with a seductive smile.

Charlie just stared at his partner in complete confusion and disbelief of what she was doing.

"Piss off Sweetheart," Foreman told her.

"Richard, what did you do?" Kylie asked, rounding on Charlie.

Charlie just stared at her, at a loss before he turned to Foreman, "Don't shoot me. Let's talk."

Kylie sighed loudly, "You are seriously no where near a man!" she said as she pulled away from him, looking over at Foreman, "He's a little girl. Wont even be a real man to keep his woman around. I have to take care of him. What kind of a woman wants that?"

Charlie screwed up his face in confusion.

"You are seriously taking this as a chance to question my manhood?"

"Yeah, because you don't have one," Kylie bickered back.

"Seriously?" Charlie gaped, now ignoring the gun pointed at him.

Kylie turned towards Foreman, looking at him seductively, "You would protect me, wouldn't you?"

"You are such a slut!" Charlie told her, causing Kylie to spin on him angrily, "You always flirt with other guys in front of me!"

"Well maybe if I was satisfied in bed, I wouldn't have to!"

Foreman was now the one who was confused, looking between the bickering couple.

"Maybe if you didn't just lie there, but actually moved around a little, you would have an orgasm every once in while…"

"HEY!" Foreman yelled, not knowing what else to do as he couldn't decide who to focus on, "Shut up! Both of you!"

They both went quiet as they looked at Foreman.

"I like a man that takes charge," Kylie said as she began waltzing towards him.

"This doesn't concern you," Foreman told her, pointing the gun at Charlie, "Get out of her love before it gets messy."

"How does it not concern me?" Kylie asked seductively.

"It doesn't."

"Actually…," Kylie said as she reached out and took the gun from him, wrenching Foreman's arm away and shoving him into the counter, pinning him there, "I think it does."

"I had it under control," Charlie argued as he took the gun from Kylie so she could completely subdue Foreman.

"Yeah," Kylie laughed as Charlie handed her a zip tie, "That's why you told him not to shoot you."

"Well, I can tell you one thing," Charlie said with a smile.

Kylie looked over at him in confusion.

He leaned forward a large smile on his face, "You most definitely would not be lacking in the orgasm department if you were in my bed."

Kylie glowered at him, as he walked out to get backup, smiling to himself as he clapped Sherlock on the shoulder.

"I will castrate you one day, Charlie!" Kylie yelled over at him as she held Foreman until backup arrived.

Short one! Sorry, wrote it between seminars!

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