A/N: Hey everyone. I know it's been a little bit; and for that I apologize. I made this chapter 5,000+ words, so hopefully that'll make up for it ;) It may sound like a little bit of a filler chapter, but it felt right to move the story along in the right direction, if that makes any sense. Also, you'll know the bit of dialogue from 5x18 (the actual Ghosts episode) when you see it. Alright, that's it. Happy reading & hope ya'll like this one!

"Alright, thanks." Jay hung up the phone. He had just got done running searches on Ronald Booth's financials, business associates, and anything else connected to him, and his bad batches of dope that were making kids get killed and gang members start wars.

"Booth's been in this game a long time," he relayed to Hailey, who was across the way, sitting on a high-top chair, while he was on the sofa. "He's been linked to 4 other cases, but they couldn't get anything to stick. They had him on possession, but none of his guys would cop to knowing Booth was selling, so they couldn't make the trafficking charge stick. They never found him with more than marijuana on his actual person, so he only got a few years way back when; before the laws became more airtight."

"And now?" Hailey asked.

"Well, now I really wanna nail this SOB, because we're gonna be the ones putting the freaking heroin in his hands, you know? Like we've got him if we can just get him to exchange the money for the drugs. Then bam – 25 to life for the 30 keys he wants."

"And he really thinks he's outsmarted the cops?"

"Seems that way, yeah."

Jay smirked as he saw Hailey bite her tongue and raise her brows. She just looked back down at her papers, shaking her head. He decided to do the same. They had the rest of the evening to plan out tomorrow. They just needed to hear from Garrett about the meeting time and place.

A few more hours went by, so much so that Jay felt like his eyes were now unable to move off the files in his hands. He'd been scanning them forever, seeing if there was anything else they could get at.

"He likes to use off the books sites, like from his old 'paint selling job' – that was his most recent cover story, anyway, according to the files my sergeant sent over," Hailey said, her voice making Jay finally blink away from his own paperwork.

"Any last known locations or buyer names attached?"

"No, but his last known work address was listed at the corner of 43rd Street and Normal Avenue."

"Do you think he goes where he's comfortable?" Jay wonders aloud.

"Only one way to find out." Now it was his turn to shake his head at her sassy statement, but he grabbed his coat anyway, knowing they probably wouldn't be back for a while.

"Wow, I can't believe–" Jay bit his tongue, abruptly stopping the end of his sentence.

"What?" Hailey asked, as they continued to poke around Booth's LKA.

She saw Jay hide his face, and she figured it out pretty quick. "Oh, that I was right, you mean?"

"No!" He said, trying to defend himself.

"Uh huh, sure." She retorted, biting her lip to keep from laughing at his wide eyes. Ha, she thought. I really got him that time.

"Hail–" Jay started to say, but she held her hand up. "Hey!" He whispered again, but she actually shushed him this time.

"Shh! I think someone's here."

She crept to the corner, along the wall where the storage containers were. Jay ducked behind the paint cans, trying to find something to use as a weapon, considering they didn't actually have their pieces on them at the moment.

Both of them made that mistake of leaving them in the car, along with their badges. To play up their covers, they both assumed. Now, of course, they were regretting it.

Jay was rummaging around, looking for a tool box of some kind. There had to be some way they'd get these cans open. He finally found a small tool kit underneath an empty bin, with a screwdriver, pocket knife, and some other materials. He grabbed both the tools just in case.

He was getting ready to hand one off to Hailey when he saw a shadow move in the distance. Shit, someone really was here.

He caught Hailey's eye from across the way, and she made the motions of going up, then cutting over to the front of the storage containers, so they could get the jump on whoever was going to come around that corner.

Jay understood, giving her a nod and thumbs up. He signaled her to go, and she went, doing exactly what she said she was going to do. He moved quietly to get in front of her, before finally handing her the pocket knife. She caught his eyes once more, her brow quirking up in surprise, as if to say: Really, Jay? A pocketknife? That's the best you've got? He hoped he was giving her a look back that conveyed: This was really not the time for a 'who's got the better defense mechanism?' game.'

She rolled her eyes, and pointed for him to look ahead, as she saw the shadow looming closer in their direction. Jay had a tight drip on the screwdriver, ready to jab it into a leg or the side of whomever was unlucky enough to cross them.

One, two, three…

He made his move, and was about ready to stick the offender when he heard the tell-tale click of a gun trigger. Shit.

It was facing him right square in the face, and he hadn't stared down the barrel of a gun in a long time. He was honestly shocked. The fact there was little to no light in the supposed-to-be-abandoned paint warehouse didn't help matters either.

"Okay, let's just take it easy…" he said, as calmly as he could. He could still sense Hailey behind him, and in his peripherals, he could see the glint of the pocketknife in her hand.

She had it at the ready, and was just about to strike when she recognized the voice of the perpetrator.

"This isn't your place," the gun-toting mystery man had said.

"Jesus Christ, Garrett!" Hailey cursed. "Stop pointing your gun at my partner!"

Jay breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the gun lower and the safety was placed back on.

"What the hell was that?" Jay asked him, ready to give Garrett a piece of his mind.

"Now wait a minute," Garrett spat back, apparently fine with getting into it with Jay.

"GUYS." Hailey yelled over them. "Same team here, remember?"

"Yeah, tell that to him." Jay muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Garrett asked.

"You were the one going around half-cocked, man!" Jay accused, actually getting in Garrett's face this time.

"You two aren't even supposed to know about this place! How the hell did you find it?"

"Hailey discovered it." Jay answered matter-of-factly.

"Hm," Garrett uttered the one-worded syllable, which eerily reminded Jay of Voight. Although when Voight did it, it didn't seem anywhere near as condescending as Garrett's was.

"What the hell, Garrett? What're you doing here, then?" Hailey asked, crossing her arms.

"I came here to set up a surveillance camera, if you must know."

"Yeah, we need to know. Same team, remember?" Jay butted in, echoing Hailey's earlier words.

"I was gonna call you guys once it was done." Garrett added, still on the defensive.

Jay simply held up his hands, like he was so done with this conversation. Hailey looked from him to Garrett, not sure why these two had to get into it with each other now. They needed to work together, not against each other – isn't that what Voight said?

"Alright, okay, fine. Let's just drop it. Garrett, just do what you came here to do. I'm assuming we're meeting here tomorrow then, yeah? You and Ron, me and Jay?" She asked him pointedly.

Garrett nodded, not bothering to look at Jay anymore.

"What time?"

"Ron's not much for mornings. He likes the dead of night." Garrett said, trying to make a joke. It wasn't well received.

"So, what? Another midnight meeting?" Jay asked.

"Yep."

"Okay. Just call us if anything else pops off, okay?" Hailey asked Garrett.

"Sure."

She motioned for Jay to come along, and he did, falling in to step with her. They waved goodbye to Garrett, and when they got back into Jay's truck, they both let out long breaths.

"Well, that was…" Hailey paused, unsure of the proper word. Ridiculous? Stupid? Unproductive?

"How about – ridiculous. Utterly dangerous, and not to mention, a great waste of time?" Jay said, a little snark in his tone.

When Hailey scoffed, he turned to look at her. "Sorry, I didn't mean like, your idea was bad. Just the fact that Garrett came in, guns blazing – literally, I might add – and almost took me out for no reason…that was bad."

"I'm so sorry Jay. I had no idea he was going to be there. I didn't even…I don't even know how he knew about this place. Maybe he saw the files my sergeant sent me before I did? I don't know, but good god, I cannot believe him. You're okay, right?"

She met his eyes, and he knew she was really saying more than she actually spoke. As in, did it trigger anything?

He nodded, understanding her implication. "Yeah, I'm good. I promise. Just pissed is all."

"Well, I know the cure for that." Hailey chirped, pulling out her phone.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Greasy food and cheap beer." Hailey answered, chuckling as she showed him her phone, with an address a few blocks away for a bar.

Now it was Jay who burst out laughing. She couldn't be serious. When Hailey looked at him like he was crazy, that sent him even further off the cuff. "I– I'm sorry, Hailey…." He sputtered, finally calming down a bit. "It's just…I know that place. I go there all the time. I even know the owners and I, uh, I kinda had a fling with the bartender there."

"Ha!" Hailey laughed, genuinely surprised by this admission of his.

"Well, okay then. Molly's it is!"

Jay shook his head excitedly, turning on the car and driving there sans GPS, as he knew that place by heart.

"Well, well, well…" Adam said, patting Jay on the back. "Look who it is!"

"Hey man, what's up?" Jay asked him, giving him a bro hug. "Oh sorry, this is Hailey."

Adam raised his brows, looking at Jay, then to Hailey, then back at Jay again. "She's my partner in that undercover gig." Jay reminded him.

"Oh, right! Sorry, Hailey. Bad with details, good with faces, especially one as pretty as yours." Adam added suavely.

Kevin and Kim looked at him like they wanted to not know him. "Sorry for his bad game, girl. I'm Kevin, this is Kim. We work with Jay in Intelligence."

"Oh! Hi! Sorry. I've only met your guys' boss, Sergeant Voight. Well, as Jay said, I'm Hailey. Most people call me Upton…although Jay's the first one to really not. To each their own," she shrugged her shoulders.

Jay narrowed his eyes at her, feigning hurt, which only made Hailey grin. Unbeknownst to the duo, Jay's trio of co-workers were watching this whole exchange unfold. Adam nudged Kevin, who looked at Kim with a knowing glance. She just held her finger up to her mouth, shushing her male cohorts.

"So, what're you guys having? I can buy next round," Hailey offered, reaching her hand up to flag someone down.

Jay tried to grab her arm and pull it down, but she leaned over to the side where it was just out of his reach. "Oh no, it's the least I can do after tonight." She reminded him, giving him a rather knowing look. Jay sighed, but nodded his head.

Hailey flagged down the bartender, who got their next round for them. While they waited, Jay filled in his co-workers on the mishap of the night.

"Wow, dude, that's... intense. And you're sure he didn't know you two were headed there?" Adam asked.

"Yep, 100%. And before you say anything, I don't blame Hailey one bit. If anything, I'm still a little peeved at Garrett for coming at me like that, like it was somehow my fault for making him get out his gun?"

Hailey twisted her mouth into a sad frown. She really didn't want Jay and Garrett to hate each other. They all had to work together, so it would be better if they actually got along. Then I wouldn't feel so stuck in the middle, she reasoned.

She was relieved for a moment of distraction when the next round of shots arrived. The 5 of them downed them like pros, thankful for the alcohol's calming effect, no matter how temporary.

"So, how's the rest of the case going?" Kim asked.

"Fairly well so far. We've got all our info on Booth, and Garrett gave up the location and time of the meet..." Jay said, pausing to look at his watch. Wow, okay 3am. Maybe they should call it a night soon. "Which, even though it's tomorrow night, Hailey and I should probably be on our way soon. I don't think we can afford to pull off another night of barely any sleep."

"This is true," Hailey chimed in. "But, one more drink before we go, what'd ya say guys?"

Jay and his co-workers all nodded, and Hailey repeated her process again.

"Jay, you gotta bring Hailey out more often man," Adam insisted, even though Jay could tell he was clearly a little past drunk, and had veered into wasted territory.

"Okay, Ruz. Sure," he said, helping his friend out towards the door.

Kim and Kevin took over, taking Adam off of Jay's hands. "We got 'em," Kevin said.

"Yeah, you two take off," Kim added.

"Alright, bye guys," Jay waved to them.

"Nice meeting you all!" Hailey said, waving goodbye too.

They walked back to Jay's truck, hopping into their respective seats. Hailey waited for a beat before breaking the ice. "Your friends are really nice." She said it quietly, almost like she was unsure of herself.

"Yeah, they are," Jay started, before pausing to see her playing with the hem of her shirt. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I am. You guys just fit really well together. My unit...we don't hang out...outside of work, I mean. My partner, Cara, she's nice enough and everything, but we just don't 'click,' if that makes any sense."

Jay nodded, before turning to face her as much as he could. "Yeah, I get it. Funny enough, I was recently thinking about that same kind of situation. Yes, we're all friends in Intelligence, but I haven't been paired up someone permanently since Erin left. And so, I haven't had that connection with anyone since she left."

Hailey could tell from his biting tone that it wasn't a happy memory for him. Oh, she wondered. Is Erin the girl he was together with? She'd almost have to be, right? She opened her mouth to ask the obvious when he spoke first, inadvertently answering her question.

"And yes, Erin was the girl I was referring to last night. Course, now that I've been removed from it for what? Almost two years I think...it's easier to see things for what they probably were."

"Which was?" Hailey dared to ask.

"More one-sided than anything else. Sad, but true."

"I'm sorry, Jay. I can't imagine what that was like for you. I hope you know that if the one-sidedness came from her, then that's not on you. You did what you could; you can't...how do I put this. You can't make someone feel something for you. It's usually instant, or at least that spark is. But then when it dies down, that's difficult. Cause then you have to choose whether or not to hold on tighter or to let it go."

"Yeah," he said, looking out the window. "I guess she decided to let it go, because she left for New York without even saying goodbye."

"I'm sorry," Hailey whispered.

"Hailey," he said softly, and her name never sounded so right coming from someone's lips before his. "You don't have to apologize."

"I know, but I'm still sorry for you...I feel bad. Cause heartbreak hurts, and from what I can tell, you're a really good guy. You don't deserve that pain."

Jay gave her a small smile. "Thanks, Hailey. I appreciate it." He stopped for a second, before adding, "Has anyone ever told you you're a really good listener?"

"Hm," she let the sound escape her throat. "Not that I can ever remember."

"Well it's true. So, thank you for listening to me; and for the...pep talk? Pity party? Whatever you call it, it helped."

"Jay," Hailey chided, only somewhat serious. "It's not a pity party. Don't make it out to be one."

"Noted," Jay said, finally turning on the truck and pulling out of the Molly's parking lot.

Jay was tapping his foot incessantly, not to mention checking his watch every 5 minutes.

"Hey," Hailey reached across the table, tapping at his hand. "Relax, he said he'll be here."

"He said that half an hour ago." Jay reminded her, sounding exasperated. "I'm not even sure what we have to go over anyway. We know what we're doing. Does he?"

"Yes," Hailey reassured him. "Garrett's done tons of UC work before. He's just used to doing things his way is all. I personally haven't had any problems working with him, but I know he's not that used to outsiders..."

"Like me, you mean?"

"Hey, I don't think that. I'm just letting you know how he seems to be."

Jay held up his hands. "Fair enough, fair enough."

"He is usually prompt though..." Hailey added, given the current circumstances. "Maybe he got caught up with something. I'm gonna try calling him again."

She had just picked up her phone to dial again when she saw him come through the door...with Booth.

"Jay!" She harshly whispered. She kicked his foot when he didn't look up.

"What?" He asked, as he was on the side of the table that was facing away from the door.

"They're both here. So, get over here!" Hailey motioned, tapping the empty side next to her.

"Alright, alright," Jay said, quickly getting up from his seat and sliding into the Hailey's booth.

He had just gotten comfortable when Ron and Garrett were facing them.

"Ryan," Booth's low voice greeted Jay. He nodded at him, before looking to Hailey. "Kelly."

Jay and Hailey both said their hello's, and they both ignored the fact that Garrett had ignored them.

"So, not to be rude, but we weren't expecting to see both of you until later..." Hailey meekly said.

"Ah, well, I figured whatever was so important for Garrett here to try and duck out early warranted my attention." Booth said.

"Okay," Jay said, trying to mask the uncertainty in his voice. He didn't know what the hell they were supposed to talk about now. There was no plan B.

"So," Booth began, raising his brows at the rest of them. "Talk. I'll just be a fly on the wall."

"Alright," Garrett said, placing his folded hands on the table. "Well, I was just coming by to make sure they were aware of the," he seemed to falter for a split second, before picking right back up. "That get-together you were yammering on about earlier today.

"Ah," Booth smirked, his body seeming to relax some, as did Garrett's, Hailey noticed.

"New Year's Eve, I like to invite all my prospective clients there, and the best sellers that will make deals happen, of course. What better to close out the year by making bank?" He posed the rhetorical question, as if any other answer would be preposterous.

"Okay," Jay dragged out the word. "So, did we make the cut?"

"That remains to be seen. Depends on how you and your girl do," he said. Hailey tried not to flinch at his hand brushing against her leg underneath the table, as they were across from each other.

She flicked her gaze towards Jay, as Ron's hand lingered there for longer than she'd like. But of course, as soon as Jay's eyes followed the pathway her eyes were making, Booth's hand was gone.

She sucked in a small breath, crossing her legs and sitting back a little to move away from Booth's hands. She couldn't get away from his wandering eye though, as she felt that same uncomfortable heat creep up onto her cheeks.

Jay definitely noticed that, as the snap of his voice made Ron face him instead of Hailey.

"Ron," he began. "We're straight shooters man, you know this. But, just for a little good faith effort, why don't you come with us, and we can show you a sample?"

Hailey locked eyes with Jay, trying to ask him what in the world he was doing. They didn't have the product...did they?

Jay grabbed her hand to pull her up with him; Booth and Garrett slid out of the seat across from them.

"Alright, let's see it."

"Right this way," Jay said.

He calmly walked to his truck, and Hailey couldn't help but feel calmer too, especially since he hadn't let go of her hand yet.

He whipped out his keys from his pocket and unlocked his truck. He motioned for Ron and Garrett to come closer to the bed of the truck, like they were looking at something. They saw a few put together packages of the finest heroin there was.

Ron seemed satisfied by this, his grin growing wider as Jay motioned for him to take them.

"What's the catch?" Garrett asked.

"There is none," Jay said, tilting his head towards Garrett.

"Yeah, like my boyfriend said, no strings." Hailey added, linking her arm with Jay's for added effect.

She felt him stiffen slightly, probably not expecting her action, but he just as easily relaxed into her too.

"Alright," Ron said, picking up the product and handing it off to Garrett. "But our meet's still on for tonight. Midnight."

He turned to walk away, as did Garrett, Jay, and Hailey, before he called out to the duo again. "Oh, Kelly? Ryan? That party...New Year's Eve. The Mason Room. Consider yourselves invited."

Garrett waved them off, and Jay did the same for he and Hailey. They slowly walked around to the front of his truck, taking their time until the coast was clear. Once Booth was out of sight, Jay and Hailey looked at each other.

"What the hell was that?" Jay wondered aloud.

"I don't know. I don't know why he had to show up. How'd you manage to pull that off anyway?" She asked him, tilting her head towards the back where the packages once were.

"Voight called me," Jay said. "Said they were almost done packing the keys up, but that it would be wise to take some as an insurance policy. Just to cover our asses essentially."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" Hailey asked.

"It jumped off just before we left to meet Garrett. I didn't have much time," he offered.

"Oh," Hailey said, putting two and two together. "So, when you said you were going for a run..."

"...I was really going to pick up the product sample from Voight."

Hailey shook her head. "Okay. But next time, clue me in. You're not alone in this."

"I know. I'm sorry. Like I said, everything happened so fast. But I swear, we're all good for the meet tonight. We'll both hit upVoight tonight for the rest of the heroin, then we're home free."

"Yeah, I guess," Hailey said, breathing a sigh of relief. "And our phones are set to record tonight, right?"

Jay nodded. "Yep. Then after this, we'll take our evidence to Voight. And I'm sure your boss will be there too."

"Okay. And what're we doing until then?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Why don't we go grab a bite; then you can tell me all the reasons why I shouldn't yell at Garrett for blindsiding us like that," Jay joked, winking.

Hailey rolled her eyes. "Just drive, Jay."

"Anything to keep my girlfriend happy." He smirked victoriously as he saw her blush.

So, he had noticed the boyfriend drop? Hailey thought to herself. Oh great.

"I'll have whatever's on tap, and the ribeye please." Jay handed off the menu to their server, before his eyes fell on Hailey.

"Can I get a white wine, and the chef's salad, please?" Hailey asked, repeating Jay's process with the menu.

"Sure thing. I'll have both of those right up."

"Thank you," they said in unison, causing them to smile at each other.

"So, what's our timeframe?" Hailey asked.

Jay chuckled. "Hailey, relax. We've got 3 hours still."

"Okay, okay," she said, but she still couldn't shake the nerves. Booth just really creeped her out today. And now the guilt of not telling Jay about it was eating at her too.

Course he didn't tell you about the heroin sample, her brain retorted.

Yeah, but he eventually did, she argued back with herself.

"Hailey? Haaaailey." Jay's hands waving in front of her face caused her to snap out of her thoughts.

"Sorry, what?"

"I just asked if you're okay. You seem a little distracted."

"No, yeah, sorry. I'm good."

Their drinks arrived, and Hailey played with the rim of her glass.

"Yeah, I'm not buying it," Jay began, before taking a drink of his beer. "Talk to me, please?"

Hailey met his eyes, which were soft and understanding. "It's really nothing."

"That's what you said last time," Jay reminded her. "Are we gonna have to play 20 questions again until you trust me?" He quipped, which made Hailey perk up a little.

"Ha, no. But I did get a creepy vibe from Booth again today. His hand was all over my leg, and he kept giving me that kind of look, you know?"

"Well as far as he knows, you're taken. And besides, I'm your partner. I'm not letting anything happen to you, I promise."

Hailey felt her heart skip ten thousand beats when his hand was overtop hers. "Yeah," she breathed. "Same here, Jay. We're good. We've got this." And for once, she actually believed it.

Jay had just opened his mouth to say something when his phone chimed. He reluctantly pulled his hand away from Hailey's, and answered the phone.

"Halstead."

"Jay, we're all set on our end. Is Booth still holding onto his end of the deal?"

"As far as we know, Sarge."

"Good, good. You and Hailey watch each other's backs tonight. You both go home, you hear me?"

"Yes, I hear you."

He hung up the phone, shooting Hailey an apologetic look. She smiled at him, and then turned her head to the sound of their food arriving.

"Here you are," their server said.

"Thank you," they both responded.

They ate their food, the conversation was replaced with utter silence, unless you count the sounds of forks and knives clanging around.

"So," Hailey asked. "Who was on the phone?"

"Hank," Jay said, finishing the last bite of his food. "Just checking in. He said we're good to meet him and Max outside of the district garage where they have all the product we'll take. Have you spoken to Garrett since earlier today?"

Hailey shook her head no as she too finished her food. "I have not, but I'm gonna call him when we leave."

Jay nodded, flagging down their server for the bill.

When Hailey got out some cash, Jay tried to steal the check away from her. She pulled it back, which of course landed their hands on top of each other's again. Only this time, since they weren't really a couple, it felt different.

And yet, at the same time, neither of them made the move to let go. Hailey drew in a sharp breath, and broke the bond first. She knew she had to focus if she wanted this to work, and getting distracted by Jay was not a part of the plan.

Jay ran a hand behind his head as he grabbed the bill with his other hand. He slapped a few bills down before Hailey could object, and quickly made the move to leave.

"Fine, but next time, my treat," she told him as he held the door open for her on their way out.

Once they were situated in Jay's truck, Hailey called Garrett.

"Hey," She said. "Are you guys on the move yet?"

"No, we're getting the rest of the cash together. 300K, that's a shit ton of cash for some H."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"We're all set at the warehouse though. So, you guys just play your parts and we'll be square."

"Alright, cool. See you there, I guess."

"Yep."

She said her goodbye and hung up the phone. "Two thumbs up," she said, giving Jay two actual thumbs up for good measure.

He laughed at that. "Uh huh, okay."

"Oh, come on Halstead, loosen up! You're wound up tighter than a pair of handcuffs!"

Jay bit his lip to keep from cracking up. "A what now?"

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

"I'm pretty sure I don't..." he said, grinning at her.

"Psh, whatever. Let's just go, please? The sooner we get there, the sooner it'll be over with."

"Whatever you say, Upton."

"Well well well, if it isn't my two favorite people?" Booth announced, greeting Jay and Hailey with open arms.

"I'll play along," Jay said, trying to match Booth's mannerisms.

"So, you guys got what we need?" Hailey asked, a little impatient. She didn't wanna do the whole small talk routine, not after earlier. She didn't want to be around Ron more than she needed to be.

"Yes," Booth said, pulling out his phone to make a call. A few moments later, out of the shadows walked Garrett with two duffel bags. He set one down, and unzipped the other, revealing just enough of the cash to be believable.

"You got your product?" Booth asked.

"Yeah," Jay answered, walking over to his truck to pull down the bed. Inside were the 30 keys Booth wanted. Pure as the driven snow.

Jay was ready to hand it over, to do the deal, when Ron stopped him.

"Wait a minute," he said slowly, making both Hailey and Jay turn to face him. "I wanna check something first."

"Like what?" Jay asked, as he was now getting a little unnerved.

"Like wires."

Before either of them could process what he meant, Hailey was tossed against the hood of Booth's car like a rag doll.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hailey saw Garrett motion for Jay to place his feet apart and raise his arms. He did as instructed, and Garrett did the usual noninvasive pat down. Jay was done in 15, maybe 20 seconds.

But not Hailey, because she knew she was in trouble the second she felt Booth's hand between her legs.

She gasped, not expecting the disturbing move. In her peripherals, she saw his eyes had locked into Jay, who had taken a few steps closer to see what in the world was going on.

Hailey didn't want to meet Jay's eyes, as she felt too exposed, too vulnerable in this moment.

"Come on man, you don't gotta do it like that," he said, and Hailey swore she heard a slight plea in his tone.

But then she felt Ron's hand again, and she gasped once more, hating every second this torture went on.

She saw Jay reach toward his pocket, where she knew he had kept not only his phone, but his gun. Hailey had to leave hers in the car, just in case something like this were to happen.

They had anticipated Booth taking a liking to Hailey, but they had no idea he'd be that inappropriate.

"Woah woah woah," Garrett said, walking towards Jay. "Take it easy."

Jay shot daggers at Garrett, as he couldn't believe he was acting so okay with this. God, did the man have any heart at all? Hell, he'd worked with Hailey a lot longer than Jay had...he would've thought he'd feel something towards the disgusting behavior they just witnessed.

"Then tell your boss to get his hands off her. Now."

He gave Booth a deadly glare too, to make sure they knew how serious he was. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Whenever he went undercover, he always had control, and even if it was with another person, Erin wasn't always approachable, so it's not like he had to worry about guys getting grabby.

But with Hailey, it was different. Sure, she put up a bunch of walls, but Jay could see a softness there. But he hated seeing someone like Booth take advantage of that, especially right in front of his eyes.

Garrett nodded at Ron, who finally took his hands off of Hailey. "Okay, fine. She's clean. Now, about that product."

Jay pulled Hailey to him, and linked his arm with hers as they walked back over to the truck.

While they were gathering the packages, he whispered something. "Are you okay?"

Hailey nodded, meeting his eyes this time, as she didn't want them to be suspicious of tons of whispers. She barely moved her head, but gave him some semblance of a nod.

Jay glanced downward towards his pocket, and Hailey remembered the phones. Her eyes darted down, and she was relieved to find that hers, and Jay's had switched on.

"Sometime today, would be nice," they heard Garrett say.

Jay rolled his eyes, which made Hailey smirk this time.

"Here," Jay said harshly, plopping the drugs in front of the men. "Now, pay up and we'll be on our way."

"300K, right? And all 30 keys are there?"

"Yes," Jay assured.

"And yes," Hailey said.

The duffel bags made their way over to Hailey and Jay; at the same time, Ron and Garrett loaded their vehicle up with the heroin.

A deal's a deal — and they did a successful one.

Once each party was satisfied, they parted ways. What a night it had been.