"Hi there, Wesley Claybourne of Claybourne Import-Export. This is my wife and business partner, Trish. How can we help you, Mr. Tyneman?" Wesley shook the man's hand firmly and kept a big smile on his face. Nick Buchanan might have felt his skin crawl touching a man's hand when he knew the man was responsible for hundreds of deadly weapons on the streets and countless other disgusting crimes. But Wesley Claybourne was looking for a lucrative deal for his business, and Ed Tyneman had a lot of money to burn.

"Business partner?" Tyneman asked, looking Trish up and down with a hungry glint in his eye.

Jennifer Mapplethorpe wanted to punch the man in the face, but Trish Claybourne just laughed delightedly. "Hubby's no good with organizing."

"Yeah, she makes sure the paperwork gets done on time," Wesley said putting a possessive arm around his wife's waist. "And it's nice to have something good to look at in the office all day," he added with a wink.

"I can imagine. She'd be a treat to be stuck behind a desk with," Tyneman agreed.

Wesley steered them back on track. "We're still getting everything set up since the relocation from Sydney, but we are fully operational. Why don't I give you a tour of our facility and you tell me a bit about what you're looking for?" He led Tyneman away but turned back to Trish. "Babe, grab us a couple beers, okay?" He gave his wife a swat on the bum. She did a very good job of taking it in stride.

But the diversion was a brilliant little tactic. It gave Jen the chance to run back to the main office and add some notes to their SIS file about Tyneman. She jotted things down quickly before getting a couple cheap cans of Fosters out of the fridge.

"Here you go, boys," Trish said, giving the cold beers over to the men. "Anything else I can get for you?"

"The men are going to talk business now, Trishy," Wesley said condescendingly. Tyneman grinned in a leering sort of way. Jen was happy to leave them be.

It was another half hour or so before Wesley shook Tyneman's hand again and returned to the office. He found Trish hard at work on the company account books. She didn't acknowledge his entrance.

"Alright?"

She finished what she was typing before she turned around to him. "You get the contract?"

He nodded. "We'll get the first shipment routed next week."

"Job well done," she said with a small smile.

Wesley subtly looked around to make sure no one—except the SIS cameras—was watching. He exhaled and his entire posture changed. Nick rolled his shoulders and approached where Jen sat. "Listen…" he began softly.

"Don't worry about it," Jen insisted. "Honestly, you don't need to apologize for acting like a pig in there. It was for Tyneman, right?"

Nick grimaced slightly with disgust. "Yeah, I could see how he looked at you the minute he walked in, and that with the ties he's got to some local brothels…"

She frowned. "How do you know he's got ties to local brothels?"

"I arrested him once when I worked on Vice," he answered with a small shrug.

"You WHAT!? Nick, what if he recognized you?" she hissed, immediately panicked over this new threat to their operation.

"Why do you think I went so hard in the opposite direction? Besides, you know crims barely look at a cop beyond the uniform. It's not like I had him in interview. I just slapped the cuffs on and led him to the car. I didn't even do the processing." To his credit, Nick did not raise his voice to match her crazed tone. But then again, Nick had never really been one to argue like that. He kept his head, stayed stoic, remained calm to counter her anxiety. Some things didn't change, it seemed.

Jen regarded him dubiously, focusing on the task at hand and not on the familiarity of this conversation pattern. "Then how did you remember him?"

Nick considered his words carefully, as usual. "Some of these guys have a particular look. I tried not to remember any of them. But there were a few that just…felt bad. Like just bad sorts. And he's one."

She opened her mouth to respond, to ask him why he never told her about that before, why he'd never talked about this sixth sense he seemed to have about crims. Was it just the ones from Vice? Did he have suspects from Homicide cases that he could just tell were bad like Ed Tyneman? Probably did, but hopefully in a different way. Roughing up prozzies is a different sort of crime to cold-blooded murder. Though having met Tyneman just now, Jen had her own feeling that the line between crimes was extremely thin for him.

He cut through her private musings. "Anyway, I'm sorry I talked to you like that. You know I'd never…"

"That's good to know." She had to cut him off. Because as far as the cameras were concerned, Jen had no reason to know that Nick would never speak to a woman the way Wesley had spoken to Trish. "You did a good job, though. You got his trust. You closed the deal." Jen gave him an approving sort of nod.

Nick gave a small smile, but his shining eyes betrayed how thoroughly pleased he was with her praise. "Undercover certification serving me well, eh?"

"Looks like it. But I think it's more than just that. You've got the tools on how to get into the undercover identity from your certification, but thinking fast and knowing which tool to use, figuring out what kind of person is in front of you? That's a different skill. That's all you, Nick."

Suddenly, Jen could feel her face growing a bit hot. She should know better than to compliment him like that out in the open. If she could have, she would have told him that she was so proud of seeing him in action like that, to work side by side with him. They'd never gotten to do that before. They'd been cops together, of course, but never in the same department. Never on the same team. They wouldn't have been allowed to when they were married. And if SIS had bothered to do a better check of Nick before bringing him on board at the last minute, they wouldn't have let him be on this operation with Jen. Which was a pity, really, because they worked so well together.

They'd been undercover as Trish and Wesley for four days, now. And every single one of those days went well. Nick and Jen had redeveloped their connection, not needing words to communicate. It scared Jen, actually, that they were too comfortable together, got on too well. How close was anyone watching that surveillance footage? Steve knew Jen pretty well, knew she tended to be quiet and casual with most people, but maintained an arms-length most of the time. But he would hopefully just think she was doing her job well. Matt, though, Matt would notice. He watched her so much, he knew her so well. Or rather, he knew how well he didn't know her. He would surely see how easily she interacted with Nick. It was an ease she'd never really had with Matt, on the job or in their personal life. She would just have to be more careful around Nick when the cameras were watching. Trouble was, the cameras were always watching.

"Jen," Nick said softly, leaning in closer to her from where he was standing beside the desk.

"Yeah?" she replied equally quietly.

"I think we'll be alright."

Strange that he should say that. Frustrating, actually, since she couldn't ask him what he meant. The operation would be alright? Their working partnership would be alright? Tyneman would continue to not remember Nick as his arresting Vice officer? Or did he mean that they—Nick and Jen—would be alright? Alright how? In life? As a divorced couple moving on from each other?

And even stranger than Nick saying they'd be alright, Jen felt her heart leap at the very thought that they—as Nick and Jen, not as a divorced couple but just as themselves—might be alright.