"Rollins." He said in a stern tone, stopping her before she could go on. He did not touch her. Not while they weren't under. He could get into her space, play the creepy bastard while they were working (and she never shied away, she rose to the challenge every single time), but he had never touched her outside their assignment. And he wasn't going to.

Amanda has a late night visitor. Declan is tired of being around scum. He needs a break.

She strutted her stuff across the street and towards the man in the car. He was sunk down in the seat and had a baseball cap pulled low. He wolf whistled at her as she bent at the waist and leaned her upper body into the car. A/N This is a stand alone, one shot

My take on how Declan Murphy's u.c. work as the trafficker, Bishop, plays out. Rollins is brought in undercover again. This is a work in progress, please R/R, and give feedback! Rated M for mature themes and subject matter. Not sure where this story will go, but please be constructively critical!