Now that I know where this story will take me, I decided to start publishing it. It's sappier than my usual stuff, because that's what I need right now. It's an Upstead-romance, the case itself is only the trigger for the story itself. I hope you enjoy it and it gives you the distraction we all need in these difficult times.

Chapter 1

Hailey couldn't stop looking at the ring on her finger, the golden wedding band. It felt strange, nice and comfortable in a way, but also as if it didn't belong there. That in itself was no surprise, she had worn it for only two days. You don't get used to something in just two days. The wedding band still looked very shiny, very bright, very new. Insecurely she looked at the hand that was next to hers, with a matching shiny and new wedding band, Jay Halstead's hand.

Hailey had butterflies in her stomach just looking at this hand, at Jay.

Jay was currently filling in the form the owner of the cute little bed & breakfast place had given them upon their arrival.

"The honeymoon suite is ready for you two," the young woman, Janice, smiled at Jay, she couldn't stop herself from flirting with this handsome man, as she gave him the key. "Your luggage is already upstairs. I hope you enjoy your time here. You chose the best place for your honeymoon, Mr. and Ms. Devlin."

Jay smiled politely, put his hand over Hailey's and squeezed it gently, smiled at her. "I'm sure we will love it."

Hailey smiled at Jay. "It's amazing," she said to Janice. "Just perfect."

The couple went upstairs to their suite still holding hands, looking very much in love.

Jay opened the door, both went inside, and immediately Hailey let go of Jay's hand.

Leaning against the closed door, they looked around. A large room with huge windows, nicely old-fashioned furniture, a huge four-poster bed. A tiny sofa and two comfortable chairs in the adjacent room, champagne on the coffee table, a huge balcony overlooking the ocean, a bathroom.

"You take the bed, I…" Jay started, but Hailey interrupted.

"No, the bed is large enough, as long as you behave," she said. "This couch is not designed to sleep on, too small. There's enough space for both of us in this bed."

"Yeah, you're right." Jay gave in happily. "I swear I'll be a complete gentleman."

"You better be," Hailey grinned back at him.

"Oh, I am," Jay grinned too. "I know how hard you can hit."

"Good," Hailey smiled. "Otherwise it's the couch or the floor."

Their luggage was already placed next to the wardrobe, they would take care of it later. First they sat down in the chairs, Jay opened the bottle of champagne, poured each of them a glass and handed one to Hailey. "While we're here we might as well enjoy it."

"Oh definitely," Hailey grinned.

This was going to be very interesting.

Three days earlier

Jay and Hailey arrived at the Lost Legion motorcycle gang's club home. Jay parked the bike, he and Hailey briefly looked at each other before heading towards the door. Both were dressed in biker gear, black leather pants, leather jackets over denim shirts, boots. Casually Jay put his arm around Hailey's shoulders. "Ready, Kelly?" he asked coolly.

"Sure, Ryan," she grinned at him in return.

Inside there were already quite a few men and women, all members of the biker gang.

Women in one part of the room, the men in another. Jay playfully patted Hailey's back, then headed to the guys, while Hailey went across the room to join the women.

A young woman with long red hair handed her a bottle of beer immediately. "Hi Kelly," she said. "Good to see you."

"Good to see you, Kat," Hailey answered and took the bottle, pretending to drink. "Any news?"

"A few new girls will arrive tomorrow," Kat said casually. "No details yet. But it means we have work to do."

Hailey nodded. Girls - that meant new prostitutes, unwilling prostitutes. Girls brought here from other countries, who had been lured to Chicago with false promises. The women of the Legion "persuaded" them to work as prostitutes.

Meanwhile Jay was chatting with the guys. Currently they didn't talk business, just had beers, bragged about their girls and their bikes. Jay kept mostly quiet, only added a few comments now and then, just enough to be credible.

"So, Kelly seems to fit in well with the girls," a tall, long-haired guy, Tyler Raines, said in Jay's direction. "Hot chick, if you ask me,"

Jay smirked. "Taught her well," he said.

"We will see how she holds herself when there's actual work tomorrow," Tyler said.

"I have no doubt she'll be fine," Jay nodded. "Has done the job before."

"Perhaps we should test her talents first," another guy, Franco, added with a dirty grin.

"You know, I don't think so," Jay's voice was just a tiny bit threatening, his eyebrows raised. He would make sure none of the guys would touch Hailey. Some bikers shared girls, but by far not all; and he would be the model of a jealous boyfriend.

Franco raised his hands defensively, "Okay, okay. Can't blame me for trying."

"She's off limits," Jay just said, then looked back at Tyler. "When's the next delivery?"

"Girls? Tomorrow."

"Nah, not girls," Jay said, trying to not sound too enthusiastic. "When do we have new product?"

"You want some for yourself?" Tyler grinned.

Jay shrugged. "For my girl."

"Oh really? I wouldn't have thought that," Tyler replied. "We will have some within the next few days. That means a lot of work."

"Good," Jay nodded.

Jay and Hailey were introduced to the Legion as members of an affiliate biker club. The Legion didn't have any chapters outside of Chicago so that made it easier for the two of them. Jay claimed to be a prospect in a club in Portland, Oregon, where they supposedly had lived for a few years. They had made contact with Tyler, who had introduced them to the Lost Legion, unaware of them being cops. Now after almost two months of undercover work, Jay and Hailey were slowly gaining their trust. The Legion had been under investigation for a while now, for both drug trade and prostitution, perhaps more. CPD hoped that with the help of their two undercover cops they could nail the key players.

Jay took another beer and went across the room to join Hailey. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, handed her the bottle. "Hey there, gorgeous," he said with a grin. Hailey leaned back into Jay's arms, smiled at him. They were both getting pretty good at this game, not the slightest bit uncomfortable. Playing a couple was easy for them.

"A few days," Jay said. "Can you wait?"

"Oh, sure," Hailey replied playfully. "Shouldn't be a problem."

"Will you let her work with us tomorrow?" Kat asked Jay. "We need her help."

"Yeah," Jay shrugged. "Of course. Just make sure I have her back in the evening. Got plans."

Kat laughed, "Don't worry."

"Babe, let's go home now," Hailey said in a slightly whiny tone. "Enough to do tomorrow."

"Whatever you say," Jay just replied, and with a nod to the others, they left.

Outside they made sure not to change their behavior too fast, someone might watch them. They got on the bike, Hailey held tight to Jay, and drove off. Three hours in the Legion's headquarters was enough.

Upon arrival at their undercover apartment, Jay put the bike in the garage – it may not be his own, but he still liked this ride a lot and wanted to make sure it was safe. But when he entered the apartment with Hailey, they both stopped dead in their tracks. The apartment wasn't empty – there were three people inside.

One was their sergeant, Hank Voight. The others they didn't know.

Slowly they closed the door, approached their sergeant.

"What's going on?" Hailey asked, looking from Voight to the other two. They looked very official in their dark suits. Feds?

One of the men nodded at them. "Agent Jones. And this is Agent Smith."

Yeah right, Jay thought, because these names do not sound fake at all.

Reluctantly Jay and Hailey entered their flat.

"What's going on?" Jay repeated Hailey's question from before.

"You have been made," Voight said. "The Feds have been investigating the Legion, too. Of course without letting us know." He shot them an annoyed glance. "And their contact knows who you are. He will arrive in Chicago any day now, and if he sees you..."

"And what now?" Jay interrupted his boss. "Do we just pull out and go back to our normal lives?"

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," Agent Jones answered. "That would be too dangerous. Someone in the Legion knows who you are, and they will be after you. You must leave Chicago."

"We what?" Hailey stared at the guy. "What do you mean?"

"You will need to leave the city until our investigation is finished," Agent Smith explained. "We will have to place you in witness protection. The Legion has connections to gangs all over Illinois, and they will hunt you."

"And that means?" Jay asked sharply. "How long do we have to be in witness protection? Where? What about our jobs?"

"Jay, your jobs are safe. You will both be put on leave for the time being. Paid leave." Voight explained, clearly unhappy. "Hopefully not for long."

"Our investigation should be finished within the next month," Smith said. "After that you are safe."

"Now we have to decide where to put you." Jones added. "We could bring one of you to…"

"Wait, ONE of us?" Jay interrupted. "I won't go anywhere without Hailey. We need to have each other's back." He looked at Hailey.

"I agree," she said. "If they find us, it's safer when we're together."

"But they could spot you easier when you're together," Smith disagreed. "It's standard procedure…"

"I don't care for your standard procedure," Jay said, much sharper now. "You brought us into this mess. Now you accept OUR conditions. Together."

"We're used to playing a couple now, we can play newlyweds. Just moving into a new place," Hailey suggested.

"Well, we do have one spot in Massachusetts," Jones said slowly. "If you are willing to go on a honeymoon."

And that's how Jay and Hailey ended up in the B&B on the Massachusetts coast, just north of Boston. The owner of the place wasn't aware her house was being used for witness protection; their FBI handler had access to a place nearby and would keep an eye on the two cops.

Within a day a whole backup life story was produced for the two of them, a complete history, papers, clothes, luggage, official records, everything. Enough to convince everyone that Mr. Jake Devlin, teacher, and Ms. Kayleigh Devlin, bank clerk, were in fact harmless newlyweds from Canada on their honeymoon.