Thank you for all of the AMAZING reviews, story alerts, and favorites! I did not expect to receive so many responses! I apologize for the long wait! School is giving me so many tests it is unreal! I also find it hilarious that I can sit here and write but when I walk into my English Comp I class I just can't think of anything to write about!

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"What do you want? Andy downed the last of the whiskey in her glass.

"A favor. Where are you?" He was talking fast. Almost too fast for Andy to comprehend in her almost drunken state of mind.

"What do you care? I don't do favors for you Boyd." He was silent for a minute until she heard the notification on her cell that indicated her call had been disconnected.

She smirked into her glass. Whiskey had become her best friend. It was there for her when she needed it the most, it helped ease her broken heart as it burned all the way down, and it wasn't able to talk back to her. She was playing with her napkin as she felt someone slide onto the bar stool beside her.

"I don't want to talk to you." She growled as she continued to fold her napkin into different objects.

"You don't have to talk, just listen. Sam is under cover for a man named Jason Cast. Do you know who that is?"

At the mention of Sam's name her head immediately shot up. Since finally capturing Anton Hill, there had been two drug dealers that had made their way to the top of the charts and they usually did their business together.

"Yes" she was finally looking at him in the eye.

"Well, Sam only has eyes on Jason Cast but we need eyes on the other guy."

"Tyler Murphy" her eyes went wide as she put two in two together. "You want me to go undercover."

"Yes, I do." His hand was sliding up in down his thigh in a nervous gesture as he waited for her response.

"When do I start." she watched as he smirked and signaled the bartender for a beer.

"Tomorrow morning sharp. You are going undercover as Andy Morgan. You have worked with Anton Hill as one of his right hand men. Dress a little sleazy at all times. Don't ever question Tyler do as he says it, when he says it. Oh, and put a smile on that flawless face of yours." he slapped some money on the bar and before she could turn around he was gone.

She turned the key into the door stumbling slightly as she made her way down the hall. Since he had left, she had pretty much moved into his home. When she finally made it to his room, Andy collapsed on the bed staring up lazily at the ceiling fan. Her last thought before closing her eyes was the fact that she finally had a reason to wake up in the morning.

I am sorry for the short chapter but I probably typed this up in ten minutes tops. Please review!