He was already gone when she woke up at 8 AM. He hadn't left a note, or texted, or called. For the first two seconds she was officially awake, Lucy was worried about Tim's whereabouts. But, when she got up and peered outside, she could see the pool area, and, since no one in their right mind would be out there at 8 AM aside from him, she knew the figure meticulously doing laps was Tim.

And, since they didn't have to be downstairs until noon, she was going to kill two birds with one stone. Properly apologize for last night, and get a tan in the process. Besides, she did say she was going to make it her mission for him to have fun. Maybe she could convince him to relax too.

Only one way to find out. So, with that in mind, she hurriedly swapped her sweats for her swimsuit and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to take down. It was only when she got down there did she realize she was going to have the worst tan lines known to man thanks to the cutouts on her suit. Well, that's just great, she thought. Maybe that's what Nyla meant by karma being a bitch. She knew she should've brought her plain black one piece instead. Dammit.

She didn't want to turn back now, so she set the towel down on the nearest chair and made her way over to where she assumed Tim would stop his next lap. She was originally going to stand, but what if he just swam right on by like he didn't even see her. That wouldn't work. And she didn't feel like yelling for him either. So, she slowly dipped her lower half into the super-cold pool, sitting on the edge instead.

Couldn't exactly ignore her without running into her first.

She was moving her feet a little to try and get used to the water when she saw him finally surface.

"Hi."

His "Hi" in return was just as monotonous.

"Listen, Tim, about last night–"

"Forget it, Lucy."

"–No, Tim, please, let me apologize. I'm sorry if I stirred some things up for you, okay? I really wasn't meaning to, but I know you don't open up much. So, I'm sorry if what I asked caused, I dunno, the floodgates to open, or whatever the expression is. I'm just really sorry, I don't want this thing to get in the way of us finishing our op–"

She only stopped speaking because she noticed Tim was stoic, except for his eyes, which were no longer on her. They were looking up, a bit past her. She was about to turn around to when he grabbed her hand.

"Don't say anything else," his voice was barely audible. His eyes, however, were still moving rapidly, darting from where they were to behind her. With his free hand, he made the watch motion, aka: the horizontal "V" from his eyes back to hers.

His upward gaze was casted for about .2 seconds, but it was long enough for him to see they were still watching them. They being the same two goons from last night. Tim recognized those ridiculous sunglasses anywhere.

"T–"

Seconds after she attempted to say his name, she got only one more breath out before she was pulled into the water, and his lips covered hers.

She swore she felt her heart actually stop beating in her chest, but when another second passed, she felt her body unwind. Like she was coming undone. Which apparently caused her to yes, seem to – sort of, anyway, as she was sure her brain was somewhere else – kiss him back.

Her eyes must've closed at the point where her inhibitions went out the window, because just as quick as he was on her, he was pulling away, albeit breathless, but still, done with whatever the hell that was.

Her eyes bounced between narrowing in a frustration, and widening at the surprise of what he'd just done. She threw her hands upward, which caused the water to splash a little. Apparently, that drew Tim out of his – well, for lack of a better word – panting.

"Sorry…I'm sorry, it was the only thing I could think of so they couldn't read our lips. I saw they were both still watching us closely, even as you weren't speaking and I was barely. But, they left, so I think….I hope, we're in the clear."

Lucy felt like she got the wind knocked out of her for a totally different reason now. Even though she expected that answer for his actions, she still just couldn't really believe it all took place. She shook her head quickly, pressing her lips together. "Right, no, of course." She put on her best professional voice.

"And as for your apology? It's accepted, boot. Besides, I knew you didn't mean any harm by it. It just caught me majorly off guard. Course, I should know by now that you're really the one that seems to do that to me."

She made a sound that was a cross between a chuckle and a scoff. "Touché."

And to think, in the midst of all that, neither party really caught sight of the other in their swimwear. That is, until Lucy got out of the pool and found her towel. And when Tim followed suit, grabbing the chair next to hers. See, sometimes they could do subtle. Sometimes.

Tell them that come 12:01 PM, and they'd have thought you're insane. Because, at noon, they were immediately being whisked away to god knows where for god knows what by Diego, and to say they were about as unsubtle as it got with their looks at each other was….an understatement.

Thank god they didn't take Lucy's purse. She made up some on the fly excuse about having her best divider in there, to, you know, separate out the product for testing if needed. Therefore, that purse stayed attached to her like it was a third arm. And well, even when they did a quick pat down of Tim, no one's grabbing his belt off his jeans.

Lucy only managed to avoid the pat down thanks to today's ensemble of skinny jeans and skintight red tank top, where, according to Diego "there's nowhere she can hide anything in that outfit."

The pocketknife in the back of her jeans was her little secret. Not even Tim knew she brought it along. Besides, he'd gotten his piece taken away when they searched him, so, in case of something like this happening, Lucy was so glad she decided to have it on hand.

No matter how uncomfortable it was digging into the fabric as she shifted in her seat. She couldn't help it, she was nervous as hell. She didn't expect everything to jump from pals to paranoid in less than 24 hours.

She shot Tim a look that hopefully communicated this, and his eyes sent a response that only reassured her a tiny bit. They did have this, she just, well, she didn't want anything happening to either of them in the meantime.

"Yo, Diego, where we going?" Tim tried, figuring the worst they could do was either A) yell at him or B) punch him in the face; both of which he'd had done to him multiple times, so he was used to it.

"Tom, Tom, Tom…" Diego's creepily friendly voice echoed from the passenger seat. He was in front of Tim, and Lucy was next to Tim, diagonal from Diego. Goon #1 was driving, and Goon #2 as Tim liked to think of them, was in the back, backseat, behind them.

"Just sit back and relax, amigo. We'll be there soon. You two said you were looking for the purest powder, right?"

"Correct," Lucy found herself saying. Apparently, her courage had come at the weirdest time.

"So, allow me to deliver. We're going to my headquarters instead of my distributers. That's where I keep the uncut merchandise."

"Ah," Tim replied, comprehending.

"So, how much we need to have on hand, my man? Because my girl only has a good 100K in that case you so swiftly grabbed from her, but we can get more if needed."

"Depends on how much you want," Diego said casually. "I'll consider the 100 as a down payment."

Lucy trained her face to stay neutral. For god sake, they were going to rob them blind at this point. Jesus, the most they could get at one time was 1 million, but that would legit take a day or so, if they rushed it from LAPD HQ.

Tim picked up on her racing thoughts, because he placed his hand overtop hers, giving her another one of his looks. She gave him a small smile in return.

After what felt like hours, they were finally let out of the van and careened towards the gates. Diego went first, followed by Tim and Lucy – Tom and Lacy – and then each security buff. Who, now decided to turn on the heat as both LAPD officers felt guns be unholstered behind them.

"So, shall we?" Diego asked rhetorically, motioning for them to enter. The estate-like building sat atop a random hill outside Malibu, but inside was where the magic happened. Inside, it was like a drug runners paradise. Copious amounts of anything you wanted: coke, heroin, E, etc. You name it, they had it packed up and ready to go in premium quantities. Which of course meant at a premium price.

"Welcome to paradise, Tom, Lacy." Diego walked around a glass table and sat in a large red velvet chair, motioning for the couple to sit across in the smaller set of plush chairs.

"Now, let's talk business."

Goon #1, or was it #2, Lucy wasn't sure, handed her the briefcase full of cash just before they sat down. She set it in front of Diego, opening it up so he could see the dollar bills all wrapped up. What he didn't see, of course, was the tracker LAPD had put inside the lining of the case.

"Alright, so, like my husband said, we've got 100K right here and now. So, can we get anything for that amount? Or, do I need to dial up a teller?"

"Well, you guys want the purest there is. That'll cost you."

"How much?" Tim asked.

"500K per batch, if you're talking the usual doses. What, you guys looking for….30? 20?"

"30," Lucy answered, hoping that going higher made them more believable. "We've got plenty of clients here that want the good stuff ASAP, y'know?"

Diego grinned, snapping his fingers. A cigarette was placed in his hand by one of the idiots in black, and Tim noticed that they pocketed the weapon when they served him the light. "Do I ever."

"So, are we good?" Tim asked, wondering if it was really going to be that easy. There was always a catch.

"Don't you want a taste?" Gonzalez asked. That's not really what unnerved Tim. No, what unnerved him was that Diego was only looking at Lucy when he said it.

"Not today–" Tim started to say, before Diego gave him the deadliest glare if he'd ever seen one.

"I wasn't talking to you, chico. I was talking to your wife. Lacy?" He asked again, and Lucy could tell he was getting impatient. And a bit peeved. Two things they definitely didn't want him to be.

"Well, jefe, I'm gonna need a drink first. I don't go off till I've had a few," she tried to stall.

"It's true," Tim tacked on for effect.

"Fine," Diego said, snapping his fingers again. The two were gone, and so were their guns, while they went and grabbed glasses and of course, some scotch.

Not Lucy's first choice, that was for sure, and she judged by the split-second meh look on Tim's face, it wasn't his either.

"A toast then, yes? To new partnerships." Diego announced as the drinks were being poured.

Tim and Lucy begrudgingly clinked their glasses with his, downing the dark amber liquid as fast as possible. With Tweedle Dum and Dumber watching their backs, it's not like they could pull the old "throwback" trick.

Lucy coughed for a moment after, as it really did burn worse than she was prepared for. Tim's hand went comfortingly along her back, and she finally seemed to mellow out as he moved along her skin.

"I'm good," she told him, and much to her dismay, his hand was gone. "Sorry. Not much of a whiskey drinker."

"Too bad, Lacy. Tom, are you?"

"Sometimes, sure."

"Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind doing another…" Diego was already having Tim's second glass poured when a phone rang. Lucy and Tim froze. They only relaxed when Diego held up one finger, signaling that it was his phone.

"I'll be right back, have to take this."

The duo nodded, both breathing sighs of relief when he left for a moment. The relief was short-lived when he reappeared a minute later.

"Sorry about that. My banker. Which reminds me, Lacy, you have an errand to run."

Lucy's brows knitted together. "I'm sorry?"

"The bank. Or did you already forget the deal?"

"Oh," Lucy responded. "No, I mean, yes, of course. Sure. So shall we–"

"Not quite."

"What–" she was again cut off, but not by anything Diego said, but rather, what he did.

She felt the barrel press into her back. "Okay, okay…" she said as calmly as she could. She figured her next best move was to stand up, so she got up from the chair. Unfortunately, that was when she saw that Tim had also gotten up, but not by choice. She knew his tell for when a weapon was pointed at him. His jaw would clench.

"So, here's what's gonna happen. You–" he seemed to direct at Tim. "Are gonna stay right here. While you–" he flipped his head to Lucy. "Are gonna go to the bank and get the rest of the cash. Understand?"

"Okay," Lucy said, still maintaining her composure. She really wasn't sure what the gun and pony show was for. It was a simple withdrawal. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, sort of.

"I'm going to need to contact the bank and let them know I'm coming in," Lucy said matter-of-factly. "My account with that kind of cash flow is only monitored by them. It's unaccessible from any other branch."

She knew if she could get them to the location that Angela and Jackson were stationed at when they knew this mobile mission was going off, then she'd be in the clear. At least, that's what she thought. Because she stupidly assumed the trio would be going with her. Course, that would leave Tim behind alone, which didn't make a damn bit of sense.

Oh shit.

"Fine, do that." Diego ordered, and Goon #2, Lucy'd decided, gave her back the phone. "In the meantime, your husband will be sitting over there. We'll get to know each other while you're gone."

Yep, there it was. Dammit.

Lucy pursed her lips, swallowing. "Fine. You okay?" She asked Tim, giving him her more intense look. She reserved it for times like this where they were both in the direst of situations. Like the one time they were held up with Nyla and John at the packing plant.

"I'm okay," he told her.

"He won't be if you don't get going," Diego snapped, almost making Lucy jump. "Now."

"Alright, alright," Lucy said as she was pushed along with the front of the gun by Goon #1. Goon #2 wasn't far behind. She felt especially small surrounded by them.

Focus, Lucy. Focus. Get the money, lose the goons, get back to Tim.

She managed to sneak one last look at Tim before the doors shut. He was being maneuvered over to a couch by Diego. She just hoped he'd still be there in one piece when she got back.