Lucy usually wasn't at a loss for words. But, judging by Tim's amused expression as he stood next to her, apparently it was photo-worthy. She didn't actually say anything about him snapping a picture, but she didn't miss the flash going off. It made her blink a couple times, and yet, her jaw was still dropped.

"Yeah, okay," Tim announced, grabbing their bags. He set them on the one bed of their resort suite, and silently wondered if this was in fact, too good to be true. That, or a joke, whichever. Either way, he was sure the rest of the team was getting a kick out of it. Maybe they were the ones that set it up. Who knows.

"You gonna stand there like that all day, boot?"

The sarcastic comment apparently enlivened the once stone-like Lucy. She glared at him, but quickly closed her mouth and walked to pull her suitcase to the other side of the bed. One bed. That's just... She honestly didn't have words to describe it. She could tell herself all day long that if she said "great" it'd be in a sarcastic sense, but she'd be lying. It was: ambivalent. Yes, that was the word she wanted. Mostly because she was simultaneously nervous and wanting to bolt out of the room, along with intrigued and feeling a little adventurous in wanting to explore a domestic side of she and Tim.

Even though there hadn't been a side of she and Tim aside from work colleagues. He'd once said that "some things matter more" than rules. But, now she wondered if he meant some people matter more. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, there was a tiny part of her that wanted to be the one that mattered more - or most - to him.

Come on Lucy, pull it together. You're here for a mission, not an actual vacation. She attempted to reign in her thoughts, but it was like her mind was battling itself. Doesn't mean I have to be miserable. She realized she still hadn't moved from the front of the right side of the bed. She knew she should try and focus. Unpack, get out their pieces, and prep for their first run-in.

Their target was Diego Gonzalez, a smuggler who'd been bringing hard drugs into California for quite a while. But, they'd never been able to catch him on anything. Then, he got smart and started using wealthy couples to do his dirty work. Of course, if things didn't go according to plan, he'd do away with them. So now? Now the LAPD were going after him for murder. They knew if they got him on drug trafficking that they could get him to talk, but they just needed that one lucky break. Hence why she and Tim were in Malibu, posing as Lacy and Tom. She couldn't remember the last name they'd been set up with, so she pulled their ID's.

She was glad she wasn't drinking anything or else she would've spit it out. She was going to kill Jackson when they got back. She just knew it was his doing. Course, it probably wasn't hard to convince Lopez to doctor the IDs like that. Chenford? Really, guys? She set the licenses back down on the table, peaking over her shoulder to see what Tim was doing. She saw him doing similar things as she was: unpacking, pulling his gun out of the specialized compartment, etc.

"Do you have the file?" He called, not looking over at her.

"Yeah," she replied, walking it over to him. She hated that she got a slight shiver when their arms brushed. So much for keeping it together, Lucy.

"Okay, got it." He handed her the manila folder so fast, you'd have thought he didn't read it all.

"I'm sorry, did you just read all that?" She asked the supposed kinesthetic learner.

"Nope," he answered, popping the 'p.' "But Grey gave me the rundown earlier."

Lucy looked at him like he had 3 heads. "And you didn't think to clue me on this because...?"

"Well, you were already at your apartment packing, and you'd already started in, so I just wanted to say my piece and be done with it. I figured you'd already read up on it, since you're so keen on UC now." He arched an eyebrow at her.

"Psh, yeah, of course I did," she tried brushing it off. She had read up on the mission part. But, she quickly glanced over the personal life details because she didn't want to get too attached or emotionally invested in a fake life. It's not real, none of it is.

Tim's eyebrows raised themselves up even more, if that were possible. "Lucy, you forget that I know when you're lying. Besides, these types of people like to catch you off guard. They'll ask the tiniest, littlest thing about you, or me, and if you don't get it right, you're done. We're done."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, okay? I'll read it all the way through right now. Happy?" She asked.

"As happy as your fake husband can be, yes," he joked, smiling down at her.

She rolled her eyes, opening the file and reading everything this time. While she was engrossed in that, Tim decided to go change. Their plan was to establish themselves as potential buyers, but they had to make themselves appealing to Diego's type. His type like flashy, boastful, and, in Tim's opinion, utterly ridiculous kinds of personalities that threw money around because they could.

Their resort was hosting a casino night, and what better place to establish their credibility than pressing their luck? So, with that goal in mind, he pulled out the three piece suit he'd brought along. They'd both been in plainclothes since they received the assignment, and while he'd like nothing more than to stay in his usual jeans, tee, and jacket combo, he knew that wouldn't fly for their operation.

Blend, blend, blend. He repeated the word like a mantra in his head as he ducked out for a second to swap clothes. Blue jeans replaced with black tuxedo pants; white t-shirt replaced with a pressed white button-up; his gray jacket replaced with a black suit jacket. He'd given himself a once over before he snapped his fingers. He'd left his stupid tie in his suitcase. Of course, if it were up to him, he'd never have to wear ties. It just wasn't his style. But, tonight he was supposed to be dressing like himself, he was dressing like Tom Chenford. He shook his head as he remembered his new name, so caught up in his own thoughts that he'd just strolled out of the en-suite bathroom.

"Oh, gosh, Tim! You gave me a heart attack!" Lucy's voice made him look up. She'd propped her foot up on the edge of the bed, attempting to get her boot zipped up. Although her hands were currently clasped over her chest, like she really hadn't heard him come out.

He'd had a witty thought on the tip of his tongue - you know, his boot wearing boots, for example - but all that went out the window when he saw the rest of her. He wasn't cavalier; he knew what she looked like out of uniform. But, never had that out-of-uniform look been a dress, or showed that much leg.

Sure, the black dress had 3-quarter sleeves, but it also only covered like, one quarter of her thighs. At least, from how she was standing right now, he gathered. His brain wasn't really functioning at maximum capacity right now. Hey, he was human, not blind.

"You gonna stand there like that all day, TO?" She mimicked his earlier statement.

Tim knew he opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was: "Tie." He caught a quick glimpse of Lucy's brows furrowing before he was looking down again, going towards his suitcase in search of said item. He assumed she'd put two and two together as he slipped it on.

"Never thought I'd see the day Tim Bradford has to wear a suit," Lucy teased.

"What're you talking about, Chen? You've seen me in suits from court dates," he defended as he finished tying his tie.

"Well, sure, but not like a fancy, penguin suit," her once teasing smile grew wider, but softened to the one he knew well enough to know when she was being sincere. "Looks good on you."

She was finally standing in front of him now, and he noticed the dress wasn't as risque as he first thought. But, it definitely pushed the envelope enough to attract attention, which, he supposed, is what they wanted. He just didn't like the mix of emotions swirling inside him when he thought of other guys paying attention to Lucy.

He realized he hadn't bothered to respond to her compliment. "Thanks. Don't think I've ever seen you in a dress, either, come to think of it."

Lucy seemed to take a second to ponder that observation. "I guess not, nope. 'Cause we wore our uniforms for our rookie graduation."

Tim nodded, a memory of that day flashing through his head. Their roles had switched that day: instead of Lucy taking photos of him with a plaque, he was taking photos of her with her official certificate. He even joked he'd make it his lock screen, to which she rolled her eyes and gave him a sarcastic, "Ha, ha, ha." However, what she didn't know was, he had made it his contact photo for her. Just because. He'd told himself that it was because she was his 12th rookie, but the first not to wash out after Plainclothes Day. Therefore, the first one to graduate and finish their rookie year with him as their training officer. Yeah, proud was a bit of an understatement when he thought back on that day not so many weeks ago.

Unbeknownst to him, Lucy had been engaging in her trademark babbling, about what, he didn't know, until she tapped him on his shoulder. "Hello? Earth to Tim," she began. "It's not like, too much, right? I know we want to look appealing, but I don't need to look..." she paused, chewing on her lip momentarily. "Available?" She phrased the last word almost like a question. He hadn't heard her sound unsure of something since-

Oh. Well, shit.

How he didn't even think of having all eyes on her could trigger memories of her abduction was beyond him, but he still felt like a colossal idiot.

"Well, considering I won't let you out of my sight, I think you'll be all right." He was trying to lighten the mood, but since he knew her so well, he added. "I promise, nothing's going to happen to you. I've got you, okay?"

She nodded, taking a breath to calm herself. "Yeah, no, of course. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Their minuscule moment was broken when their phones went off. One new text to each of their burners, saying the same thing: Ears on, pieces hidden. Cameras are in the tie (Tim); purse (Lucy). Good luck.

"Oh shoot, thank god they reminded us or I would've forgotten my ears," Lucy said, quickly running to grab the ear piece. She got the bag, and managed to stash her off-duty gun in her outfit. Where, that was for only her to know, at least she hoped.

"You got everything else, though?" She heard Tim ask behind her.

"Mhmm," she mumbled, not turning around just yet. She situated her ear piece before turning to face him. "All good."

"Good," he stated, grabbing his own off duty weapon to stash in the innermost hidden pocket of his jacket.

This was going to be an interesting night.