Author's note- thankyouthankyouthankyou times 12354312 for all of the wonderful reviews :) you guys rock! I think I have found my inspiration again for this story, with all of your wonderful encouragement! I will continue! :D okay, so, on with the show!

Disclaimer: if I owned rookie blue I would not be writing fan fiction about rookie blue.

"Time to shine, ladies. Remember; do not let anyone touch you." Sam said, looking at Andy with fire in his eyes. She gulped. Sam had said this what, eighty times? Were people really that grabby? Of course they are, idiot. Andy mentally kicked herself. Peck smirked. It was like she wasn't even there when the two were conversing, or even when Sam and Andy were in the same room. Their love for each other, while semi-obscure to them, was the talk of the division. Gail had yet to put money in for the bets going around for when they were going to finally get together, but seeing this, she may rethink it.

"Okay. We're here. When you get in, backstage, send us a text saying just that. But remember, talk as if you would be talking to who you're sending the text to. Let's go!"

Andy and Gail got out of the SUV they had been in with Sam and Jerry, just a temporary vehicle until the men got into the surveillance van. They winked at the bouncer and walked in the back door. The large area behind the stage was clouded with cigarette smoke and props, and lots of young, attractive women were walking around in outfits that mirrored their own, just with variations of bright, neon colours. One of them, a girl with black hair, tanned skin and green eyes walked up to them.

"Hi. I'm Kelli, the oldest one here, probably the most experienced. They trusted me enough to let me know what's actually going on here. You're cops, here to look for drugs, blah blah blah. Your names for this op will be the same as they are in real life, if anyone asks for your last name you're just to say 'Vestibule', it's what all the girls do. Do not tell them your actual last name. You two will always be on together, have a discreet signal you both will know and recognize, that will be what you use when in danger or if you feel extremely uncomfortable. The club opens in half an hour. When on stage, never look scared. It will break your cover, and likely let people know something's off. I hope you two have rhythm, because we don't have scheduled routines or practices. Its constantly freestyle out there. The wilder you get, the more people will believe you. Don't get trashy."

"Got it. Anything else?" Gail asked.

"Don't fall off the stage, don't get in fights with the girls, and don't take off what you're wearing. If you don't like one of the girls you dance with, get over it. They're here for the long run whereas you two are temps. I don't mean to be rude, but like I said, we only got a half hour. Come with me. These are the dressing rooms. Do whatever in here. Call your boyfriend, get dressed, whatever. Hair and makeup must be completed prior to coming onstage, obviously. Makeup has to be dark, and your hair straight but teased. It's all about confidence, ladies. Believe you can be a dancer and you can be a dancer. You will do great." Kelli finished her talk, smiling at them, and then she walked away.

"Great, okay. Let's get ready!" Andy exclaimed, smiling.

"What's our signal?" Gail asked.

"Huh?"

"Our signal. Kelli said we have to have one, let's have one." Gail responded.

"Oh. Let's just use the one from our first undercover op."

"The prostitute one? Oh yeah, cause that worked out so well for you." Gail snorted.

"Whatever, it will work this time." Andy said, smiling, used to Gail's snootiness.

"Fine. Let's get ready."

They got did their hair and makeup, texted the boys and then went onstage, 15 minutes before the club opened. The stage was fairly large, with girls practicing on individual platforms. The music and lights were on already, bright colours and heavy bass. They adjusted their eyes, and went back behind the stage.

"Are you ready for this?"Andy asked.

"Are you?"

"No."

"Well get ready, cause we have," Gail checked her watch. "five minutes until we're on."

"You kinda just sounded like Sam."

"You wish." Gail said, under her breath.

Andy's smile dimmed. She did wish. If Sam were here right now to comfort her, tell her she would do great she would be much more reassured. She pushed the thought out of her mind. Peeking out from behind the curtain, she gasped. The club had filled, quickly, with men and women, and she was starting to get mild stage fright. But this wasn't time for nerves; she had a job to do, and a façade to pull off. The music started getting louder, and she looked at Gail, knowing that was their cue to get out there and start dancing. Andy strutted out, hips jutting out, making the eyes in the room follow her long legs. Gail, too, walked to her platform. She grabbed hold of the pole and started to dance, running her hands down her own body and smiling. She loved the energy, and the confidence boost she got from the cheers didn't hurt either. Andy, not to be outshined, flashed her mega watt smile and began to dance invitingly on her platform.

Meanwhile, Sam was nearly going insane back in the van. Andy had texted him earlier, a very flirty text message, but, Sam thought to himself, she was just following orders. He had said to make it believable, but the thought of her texting Luke 'Hey babe! Just got in, hope u r thinking of me dancing tonight! ;) ' got Sam pissed. Jerry wasn't oblivious to the tension Sam was creating for himself in the van, or to the conflicts in his head. He knew there was something more between a certain T.O and rookie, but he was waiting for the right time to tell Sam anything, to prompt him. Until then, Jerry kept to a neutral subject.

"Epstein and Diaz are in there, got their confirmation just now."

"Good." Sam replied tonelessly. Jerry rolled his eyes. Screw waiting for the right time, jerry was gonna broach the subject of Sam and Andy right now.

"Sammy, you know, I was thinking….."