She shook her head and jumped up and down a couple of times before putting on her shoes, tonight wasn't about Danny Messer, it was about Orlando Yates and she needed to focus on that.

Danny, Aiden and Flack sat in a big surveillance van, watching and listening as Shelby introduced herself in Yate's neighborhood.Her namewas Jessica today, and she was on a mission. Fellows and a few other NARCs were in another van, ready to leap into action should the situation warrant it.

"Winters, could you not find a sexier outfit? You look like a housewife," a male voice teased her over the radio.

"How many times have I told you, Mel? I don't want to know when I'm in your wet dreams," Shelby shot back

"You're too cold, Winters, too cold."

"What? My name didn't clue you in?" She slipped on a pair of sunglasses and both vans suddenly had video feed. "See through my eyes, boys?" she asked.

"It's all good, Shelby," Fellows voice came through. "Be careful."

"Careful's for cowards," she told him.

Aiden saw Flack flinch at that. He'd been a ball of nerves since they got out there. Danny, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber, fascinated by everything. Neither he nor Aiden had ever been involved in an under cover operation before, so their curiosity and excitement overrode pretty much everything else.

Shelby tossed her now black hair (courtesy of a fantastic wig) over her shoulder and started a mental checklist of all the guys noticing her. She didn't want the ones making the comments, she was after bigger game than that. She wanted the ones who didn't need to say anything because women came to them. There, on the corner, there was one.

She put the sunglasses on top of her head. "Still see?" she asked without moving her lips.

"Still good," Fellows answered.

She locked eyes with the man who was quite obviously sizing her up, squared her shoulders, added a little more hip to her walk and made straight for him.

When she was about an arms length away, she held out her hand to him. "Jessica," she said.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, looking her over slowly, top to bottom and back again. Passing the cigarette to his friend, he took her hand and squeezed it hard, telling her in that one action that he was in control of this situation. "Rob," he answered. "You looking for work, baby?"

She smiled. "Not today. I'm looking for a fence."

He cocked an eyebrow at her, not letting go of her hand. "What kind of fence?"

"I'm buying, not selling," she told him.

"And what's your poison, baby?"

She pulled him into her and looked him square in the eye. She felt him stiffen against her and smiled. Who's in control now? She thought to herself. "I hear a guy named Yates has something that will tickle my fancy," she said in almost a whisper.

He took his cigarette back from his friend, took a drag and bent down and kissed her. She accepted the kiss, then blew his smoke back in his face. "If you can't help me, just say so," she said.

"I'll set up a meeting," he said. "Club 77, 10:00 tonight. Wear this," he told her, nodding at the outfit she had on. "I'll find you."

She eased away from him. "Good enough."

He still had her hand and pulled her back. "What's your market?" he wanted to know.

"Loyola. I whispered I might have something to sell and had a line up out my door," she smiled.

He nodded and finally let her go. She put her sunglasses back on and gave him one last smile before turning and walking away, allowing him a good look at rear end as his reward.

Aiden was loving every minute of this, especially watching Flack and Danny's reactions. Danny was mesmerized, all but drooling and Flack looked like he wanted to beat on Rob with a baseball bat.

"I hate when she goes UC," Flack mumbled.

"Can I get a ride?" Shelby's voice came over the radio.

Aiden clicked over. "You're closer to us. We're in the alley just a couple blocks to your right."

"Give me two minutes," Shelby answered. She turned the corner and saw the thrift shop she was after. She slipped in the door and headed for the back, grabbing a purse and a long black shawl on her way. When she was sure no one was watching, she slipped off the wig, shook out her hair, pulled it back into a ponytail, draped the shawl around her shoulders, dropped her sunglasses and wig into the purse and headed back out. She paid for the wig, sunglasses and purse at the front and left, all of 60 seconds later. She walked another block and turned right, down the alley where the van was waiting for her. She slid into the front seat and turned to smile at the trio in the back.

"Enjoying yourselves?" she asked.

"You make that look way too easy," Aiden told her.

Shelby just shrugged. "You ain't seen nothing yet." She unbuttoned the top of her shirt to turn off the tiny microphone taped to her chest. "Don, quit grumbling back there and get us back to HQ," she instructed.

Danny pushed Flack back in his seat and got into the driver's seat next to her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she buttoned her shirt back up. "That was hot," he said, starting the van.

"You think so?" she asked, not really trusting him.

"I'd do ya."

She grinned. "You already have."