Ugh, I am so sorry for how long it took me to post this. It was a real bugger to go through and edit, because this is a very long chapter. But I also really, really like this chapter.

And my God guys, the reviews that you are all sending me make me happier than words in the English language can describe. I am so glad that you are all loving the story and inspire me so much. Thank you thank you thank you!

Ok, so don't hate me for the lateness, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: This show is too great for a dumb American girl like me to possess. It belongs to more worthy hands.

Mike and Jenny sat at the bar, pretending to make conversation, when Charlie walked in.

It had not been easy getting Briggs to let Jenny in on the bust. It involved much arguments, and many compromises, but eventually, she convinced him to get on the action.

Charlie glanced around the bar, her eyes lingered on Jenny's, giving her a very subtle nod. Then, she saw Harper sitting at one of the tables in the back, and made her way to him.

Jenny smiled as she saw that Charlie went with the dress that she picked out for her. She wore a light red sleeveless dress, the neckline swooped down to just above her cleavage. Black buttons trailed down to her waist, where a white thick belt looped tightly around her. She looked amazing for her fake date.

"Charlie Brown has entered the crow's nest." Jenny spoke into her bracelet, in the most natural way possible.

"Really?" Mike asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"What?" She shrugged innocently. "Don't you use secret code words?"

"Not like that." He said, turning in the stool to face her. "Is she with him now?"

Jenny looked over his shoulder. She saw that Charlie was just sitting down with Harper, a shady looking grease monkey. Charlie sat facing Jenny, and Harper had his back to her, giving her an up close and personal look at his slicked back hair, like he was in a bad 80's movie. "Yeah, she's about three tables behind you." Jenny confirmed. "You didn't tell me that her boyfriend was a real sleaze ball."

"How can you tell he's a sleaze?"

She nodded over in his direction. "Without making it to obvious, see for yourself."

Mike turned in his stool, taking a big sip of his beer, while simultaneously glancing over at Charlie's table. Jenny was right. By the obvious amount of gel that the man put in his hair, it was a wonder that he ever got a girl to even talk to him. He set the beer down, exhaling dramatically.

"Easy there, tiger." Jenny warned with a smile.

"You're right, though." Mike smiled back. "That guy is the definition of sleaze."

They made small talk for a bit, while Jenny watched Charlie and Harper closely. The two of them seemed to behaving as if they were constructing a business deal. Charlie didn't play with her hair flirtatiously. Harper didn't try to touch her arm. They hardly even cracked a smile. For some reason, Charlie seemed to be more nervous than anything, for she kept glancing at Jenny. Something was up, but Jenny didn't know what.

Suddenly, as if he was fed up with Charlie's far off glances, Harper started to turn to see who she was looking at.

Jenny straightened up and thought quickly. "Mike?" She said swiftly. "Touch my leg."

Mike nearly choked on his beer. "Excuse me?"

"Trust me. Touch my leg."

Hesitantly, he brushed his fingers on Jenny's knee gently. Jenny smiled brightly. "Good," Jenny complimented, glancing back towards Harper, who was now looking nearly in their direction. They needed something more. "Now, I'm going to laugh as if you said something really funny." Without hesitation, she threw her head back and giggled probably the most girly giggle in the history of giggles. Mike really hoped this was for the investigation. But as annoying as her fake laugh was, he had to admit it was kind of contagious, for he found himself grinning a dopey grin.

Jenny dialed down her laughter, as she looked over to Harper, finding that he had turned back around. Instantly, she cleared her throat and dropped the act. "Thank you." She sighed, taking a swig of her cocktail.

"I sincerely hope that was a cover."

"What? That laugh?" Mike nodded. Jenny waved her hand. "Please, I've been around guys enough to know a turn-off or two."

"So, is that your way of telling me to leave?" Mike joked.

She looked over at the odd couple, and saw Harper signaling the waitress for the check. "Not without me." She winked, downing the last of her drink. "Pay the tab. We're taking a walk." She explained the situation into her bracelet transmitter for whoever was listening, as Mike laid a twenty down on the bar.

As he turned, he felt Jenny's hand slip in his. He looked down at their entwined hands and then at her. "Lead the way." She winked.

Mike tried to hide the fresh coat of pink seeping into his cheeks, and did as he was told. The two of them moved out to the sidewalk, where Jenny pulled Mike's arm over her shoulder.

"You know," He grinned as they continued to walk in the night. "You play the part of 'girlfriend' incredibly well."

"Well, did you think you're my first?" Jenny snorted. "Believe me, sweet cheeks, I'm no amateur." She grinned widely, and waggled her eyebrows. They passed by a dark alleyway, and Jenny pulled them down it. "Now, we'll just have to wait until Charlie leaves the bar." She said, peeking around the corner and eying the entrance to the bar.

Mike also peeked, and produced his gun.

As he cocked it, Jenny's eyes widened. "What are you doing? Put that away!" She whispered incredulously.

"What?" Mike shrugged.

"If anyone sees this, they'll call the cops, and I'd like to see you try and explain this to the local authorities." She explained, while pushing the gun down.

"What about making the bust?" He protested, as she swiped the gun from his hand and placed it in his jacket pocket.

She peeked around the corner, making sure they didn't miss them. "Wait until the signal before you start waving your gun around, Rambo." Then she signaled for him to come and take a peek.

They peered around the corner and saw that Charlie and Harper were leaving the bar, and making their way towards them.

Jenny felt panic rise. The plan was to follow them, not to have them walk by. They were getting close enough for her to hear their conversation.

"Trust me, Charlie." She heard him say, as she and Mike exchanged expressions. "I'll get you your stash."

"But I wanna get high." Charlie pleaded.

"I'll make sure you get high, babe," He said suggestively.

Jenny ran a hand through her hair. There was no doubt that he would see them hiding in the alley. But there was no where for them to hide or run to. They needed to think of something and quick. Suddenly, a thought dawned on her. She grabbed Mike's head and turned towards her. "Trust me." She whispered quickly, before smashing her lips onto his, pulling them so that her back was pressed against the wall.

Mike was resilient at first, suffering from a bit of shock from the kiss, but soon realized what she was doing, and went along with it. Jenny slid her tongue into his mouth, and opened one eye to see what the status was on the other two. They were just walking past, and Harper glanced in their direction. Jenny ran her fingers through Mike's thick blonde hair, as he moaned appreciatively.

Charlie found it very hard not to chuckle as she glanced in their direction. "Atta boy," Harper muttered, before pushing Charlie by the small of her back to continue their walk.

Once Jenny saw that they were out of view, she tore her face from his, and pushed him to the side to peek around the corner, as if nothing had happened.

Mike gathered his breath and tried to gather himself. "What was that?" He gasped, panting slightly, straightening himself out. In their make out session, Jenny had managed to unbutton a few buttons of his nice light blue shirt. Although, he didn't recall ever feeling them being unbuttoned...

"Your welcome," She replied quickly. "Now, shut up." She grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him along, so they could follow them.

They kept a good distance away until Harper stopped in a neighboring parking lot. Jenny and Mike ducked behind a parked mini van to listen in. Mike was still somewhat flustered from their extremely hot kiss from earlier, for he still was breathing heavily. Rolling her eyes, Jenny placed a hand over his mouth and put a finger to her lips.

"I don't have the money," They heard Charlie explain. "But I think I know how I can pay you back."

Harper chuckled darkly. "You think that you can pay for crack with sex?"

"Why not?" She insisted. "I've heard that other girls have got more for less."

He paused for a minute, as if to consider it. "Just one night of sex?"

"No. For the amount I want, it'll be worth what a few weeks of it." Jenny felt a twinge of sympathy for her. Charlie usually detested girls who sold themselves for a quick high or whatever. And now here, she was doing exactly that. But then, she reminded herself that this was only a cover. She was sure that Charlie would go back to punching the boys in the arms as soon as she got home.

Mike dared to peek through the window of the mini-van. He saw that Charlie stood inches from her partner's face, her arms hung around his neck. Harper looked like he was seriously considering it. Then he smiled creepily.

"Alright, babe." He finally agreed. "You better be good, or I'll double the price."

"I'll make it worth your while."

He handed her a small bag of crystal drugs. "Let's seal the deal, shall we?" Then he leaned in, and placed a very ugly, sloppy looking kiss on her lips.

Mike nodded down to Jenny, and they sprang into action. Mike withdrew his weapon and pointed it directly at Harper, screaming for both of them to get on the ground. As he did that, Jenny spoke into her bracelet, signaling the others to charge forward. As Charlie and Harper held their hands up and knelt to the ground, Mike happened to glance over at Jenny and saw she was wielding a gun too. He was really confused because during their make out session, his hands had been all over her, but he didn't recall ever feeling a gun.

"Where the hell were you keeping that?" He asked.

Jenny smiled teasingly. "Some things are better left for the imagination, Mikey."

So what do ya think? Like the kiss scene? I hope it wasn't too awkwardly written, but I've never been kissed... But whatever.

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