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Miley Cyrus stepped towards him with a bright smile on her face, unaware of the chaos going on in his head. He couldn't be attracted to his partner. No matter how beautiful she was or how hard she made his heart jump and… other areas as they strained against his slacks. As her hand slipped in to his to give him a firm handshake, he could only notice the softness of her skin and the small but noticeable tattoo that rested just above her wrist. When their eyes locked he felt the electricity brewing between them reach new heights. How could she act so unfazed when he was struggling to keep his face indifferent? Something he was a master at in usual situations.

This woman was going to be his undoing. Not exactly something you want in someone that's supposed to help keep you alive.

"It's great to finally meet you," she stated, her voice warm and dripping with honey. He could certainly think of a few things he would like to drip on her body and clean off… with his tongue.

Nick gave her the classic smirk, the panty-dropper as some of his late night companions had referred to it. "Only good things, I hope."

She didn't even flinch. "He told me enough," she offered, her smile growing sweet.

"Miley comes highly recommended from DC," Zac said as he took a seat behind his desk. Miley calmly sat down in the seat in front of him and Nick followed suit. He really wasn't one to act so formerly with his boss but he mind as well make a good impression. "We're lucky to have her."

She rolled her eyes as her body shifted towards her new boss. "You're just saying that because Vanessa told you to."

Nick's eyes widened as he saw the impish smile grace Zac's face. "How do you know Vanessa?"

As she crossed her legs, she turned towards him. He couldn't help but dart his eyes down to the hint of cleavage that peeked out from her blouse and follow the long length of her legs. She seemed like the perfect package except for that little issue of being his new partner. Her shoulder's shrugged as she stated, "She's my aunt."

"Ah," Nick breathed. "Nepotism at its finest."

Miley's eyes narrowed. "I work hard at my job, Nick. Zac wasn't even aware I applied for a transfer until he was told by me that I was coming."

"Ease up, Cujo. Just making a joke." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Wouldn't be working here if not for Zac. Got no complaints on the matter."

By the huff she let out and the way her body became stiff as she crossed her arms over her chest and turned to face Zac, Nick could tell he had hit a soft spot. He couldn't even enjoy the way the movement lifted her breast because of the sudden shift in demeanor. The girl obviously couldn't take a joke and if that were true the two of them were definitely going to have a problem. Nick's sarcasm was a part of who he was. He cracked inappropriate jokes and was a pain in the ass and people loved him for it. This girl, however, was having none of it.

The worst part was he somehow had to find a way to make it work. It was that or being stuck sitting on the sidelines, filing paperwork for the rest of his career. That was something that was definitely not happening. Not if he had anything to do with it. She'd just have to get used to it.

"Well, back to business…" Zac drawled, taking a sip of his coffee as he tried to cut away the tension building in the room. "You two will be partnered up to handle the latest gang activity in the area. The Gray's have slowly been killing off all the usual big bosses and taking over their businesses. We can't have a city controlled by the mob. This needs to be handled. And quickly."

Miley was instantly alert at the change in subject. "I've handled gang activity before."

"Not like this you haven't," Nick warned. "The Gray's are intense and ruthless."

"So are the Italians, Nick. And the Irish. Not to mention the cut-throat lobbyists who think they run the country."

Nick let out a short laugh as he relaxed into his seat. "I'm just saying you might be a little out of your league here, Cyrus."

She stared at him hard, her gaze unwavering as her eyes narrowed into slits. "Is it because I'm a woman? Are you feeling emasculated by having a woman responsible for keeping you alive? At having a woman threatening your place on the ladder? Because I can assure you I can handle this and I'll do it better than you."

"Alright!" Zac interrupted. "I think that's enough for first introductions. Miley, why don't you go get situated in your office and let me have a moment here with your partner."

Miley stood and smoothed out her black skirt. "Sure thing, boss." The way she said it made the term endearing and Zac couldn't help but smile in return. Despite her warm smile returning Nick noticed the glare she gave him as she exited the room. This woman was infuriating. Closing the door behind her, he watched as she disappeared from sight and for the first time since meeting her, Nick visibly relaxed. That was until he caught sight of Zac's seething glare.

"You do realize this is your only shot and you're not exactly starting off on the right foot."

Mouth dropping, Nick balked. "She's the one who went all Gloria Steinem on me. Like I don't like women? ME? Nick Jonas loves women. I'm an equal opportunist." He stood up and began pacing the blue carpeted floor. When a thought entered his consciousness, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards his boss. "Speaking of which, how come I'm in here getting berated for my behavior while she's off decorating her office."

Zac shook his head. "Don't judge a book by its cover, Nick."

"Really, Zac? It's metaphor hour in neighborhood?"

Folding his hands on the desk, Zac leaned forward. "I'm just saying you don't know her story so don't judge her actions."

"That's not being vague at all."

Leaning back Zac began to shuffle some papers on his desk. His eyes didn't lift back up as he stated, "It's not my story to tell," in a no-nonsense voice. "Now, go make nice. You two are stuck together and she's the only one willing to put up with your bullshit no matter what I told her."

"So, you did tell her all my dirty little secrets."

"Back to work, Jonas."

Nick watched out of his office at his new partner being social with the other employees. Miley Cyrus laughed and talked animatedly with her co-workers, moving her hands around as she tried to explain some type of story. The sight only infuriated him more. How could she be so happy and carefree with everyone else when she had flipped the switch so quickly with him? He got to experience her the way she was now for a split second before she became all defensive. He was in for a hell a ride with this one and he'd be lying if the challenged didn't have him intrigued.

She began to make her way towards her office which was adjacent to his and he saw this as his only opportunity to make peace. He jumped out of his seat and reached the door just as she was reaching for hers. "Miley?" he called out, halting her steps. She turned towards him slowly, irritation already filling her previous happy state. "I want to call a truce and say to hell with first impressions." He reached his hand out and gave her a small smile, hoping like hell it would be enough.

Rather than shake his awaiting hand, her arms crossed over her body, a manila folder clutched in her hand brushing against her waist. "You think you can just turn on the charm and all will be forgiven? I know your kind, Jonas," she whispered his last name. "You're a womanizer and a cocky son of a bitch and I'm not falling for it. You may not be trying to get into my pants because of work policy and all but I'm not going to praise you for your sweet talking either."

Nick put his hands on his hips. "I'm just waving the proverbial white flag." He was getting really sick of her attitude. She needed to get that stick out of her ass and stop judging him on his actions. Where was Master Zachary with all his wise words now? He didn't care what plagued her past but he sure as hell didn't deserve to be on the sharp end of it.

"I know I'm your last chance, Nick, so I'll work with you. We'll take down the Gray's and any other assignment that comes our way but the only way that this is going to work is if we don't try for a personal relationship. I'll have your back when it counts and that's all you should be focusing on right now." She pushed open her door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get caught up on our assignment."

Without another word, Miley entered her office and slammed the door shut. Nick stood their gaping at the place where she had just stood and pretty much cemented the thought he had just minutes prior: He was in for one hell of a ride.

"Game on, Cyrus," Nick muttered to himself before turning and making his way back to his office.

"Barkeep? Another bourbon."

The elderly man nodded and began to pour the amber liquid into a tumbler. As soon as it was placed before him, Nick downed the drink and let the fire burn his throat. He slammed the glass down and choked out another order. He was five drinks in but what did it matter. There was no way he was making his way home sober. Certainly not after the day he just had.

Miley had stayed in her office the rest of the day. Only emerging to gather new boxes of evidence and familiarize herself with their assignment. He couldn't deny that she was a hard worker. They were cut from the cloth in that way: both obsessed with work and confident with their aptitude for it.

"Rough night?"

Nick turned to see a curvy brunette a few seats away from him. She was nursing a glass of white wine and didn't look at him as she spoke. He studied her as she ran her finger along the rim of her glass. She was dressed in a tight emerald green dress that showed off her tan bare shoulders and cut just above mid-thigh. Gold jewelry decorated her body to contrast the brown hair that was set in waves just below her shoulders.

The beauty of it all was that she in no way resembled Miley Cyrus.

He tipped his glass on its side and swirled the liquid. "You could say that. Not that I can't handle things being a little rough."

She turned towards him, laughing. "You're a forward one."

Nick shrugged. "Just know what I want."

"Is that so?" she sang, moving to sit beside him. "And what is it you want, stranger?"

"Your name."

The girl smiled. Tilting her head and licking her lips, she answered, "Olivia."

"Nick."

Olivia reached out and danced her fingers along his arm. "So, Nick… Is there anything else you want?"

He gave her that winning smirk and whispered, "I want to get out of here… and I want you to join me."

As she thought it over, a look of mischief shining in her green eyes, Nick finished off his sixth drink. There was no way he was driving home tonight. Thankfully he wouldn't have to journey home alone. Olivia finished off her wine and started to throw some money on the table only to have Nick cover her bill for her. They stood up and Nick held out his arm in question. With a wink, Olivia took it and melted into his side. "And Nick?"

"Yes?" he answered as he opened the door of the bar.

She leaned forward, kissing the spot just below his ear. "I like it rough."

Oh yes. This was exactly what he needed to get all thoughts of Miley Cyrus off his mind.