A/N: I hope you all are enjoying this story as much as I am.

Kensi walked towards the bathroom, having to force herself not to rush. That had been close; a few minutes more, and she would have been on the receiving end of whatever a private meeting with Jason Wyler involved. The thought didn't bother her nearly as much as it should. At least not in the way it should. This was far from the first time she'd had to flirt with or seduce a suspect, but it was the fi4et time she'd actually enjoyed it.

As soon as she was out of sight, Kensi took a left, heading for the back exit. Outside, a rush of cooler air blasted over her heated skin, providing some much-needed relief and settling her mind.

She called OPS, constantly scanning the area for anyone who might have followed her or wandered out. Her cell rang once before Callen picked up.

"Kensi, what's going on? Do you need back up?"

"No, I'm ok. I met Jason Wyler," Kensi responded, speaking quickly and as quietly as possible.

"Wow, that was fast," Callen commented. Sam said something in the background that she couldn't understand.

"Shut up. He sought me out."

"Ok, and did he do anything suspicious?" That came from Sam.

"No, but he agreed to get a drink after his shift," she said. Pacing past the door, she tucked her thumbnail between her teeth, not actually biting down since she'd had a fresh manicure for the role?

"Good. Keep the date. Try to move it to his apartment so you can look around. We'll follow you," Sam instructed.

"Fine," she sighed. "If this guy tries to shoot me though, I'm blaming both of you."

"Hey, I'd do it, but I doubt I'm Wyler's type."

"I don't know, I think you'd look cute in a leather dress, G."

"In your dreams, Sam. Keep us updated," Callen told her.

"I will when I can."

"Oh, and Kensi?"

"Yeah?"

"No lap dances on company time."

Kensi hung up, shaking her head. She took a couple more deep breaths to calm her before she headed back inside. Just to be on the safe side, she backtracked to the ladies' room, and spent a few minutes fixing her makeup and hair. When she finally left, Wyler was nowhere to be seen, and while grateful, she hoped he hadn't skipped out. She'd never hear the end of it if she lost such an easy opportunity to access his apartment.

For the next three hours, Kensi cycled between watching the dancers and other patrons and visiting the bar for whatever tidbits she could glean. For her efforts, she learned that one of the hostesses was dating two of the dancers (unbeknownst to them), the owner had a reputation for stealing tips, and the bartender had a serious crush on Wyler.

After about an hour or so, Wyler had reappeared from the area designated for private rooms, preceded by a short woman with a blonde bob and a satisfied smile. Kensi had briefly wondered what a private show with Wyler and his Jack persona entailed, but she quickly shut down that train of thought.

He had a steady flow of customers to keep him busy, which mostly relieved Kensi; she felt the tiniest twinge of disquiet every time he performed for another bachelorette or led an eager woman to the private rooms. Not to mention, she might burst into flames if she had to watch him gyrate one more time.

She was sipping at a glass of soda water when a hand softly landed on her arm, and she nearly swung around to punch the offender before she realized it was Jason Wyler. Any words she had died on her tongue and this time her eyes moved over him completely of their own volition.

He must have showered because now he sported slightly messy curls. She had no idea how he'd managed to tame them into that slick, Jack Dawson-esque look, but they fit him so much better, as did the snug-fitting light blue shirt he wore. She had the absurd desire to sink her hand in his hair and find out if it was as soft as it looked.

"Are we still on for that drink?" he asked, tilting his head as he stood at her elbow.

"Oh, yeah, um, of course," she babbled, mentally smacking herself. Get it together, Kensi. She placed a few bills on the bar to close out her insignificant tab and slipped of the barstool, coming within a few inches of where Jason stood.

"Hey, is your friend ok? I didn't see you come out."

"Yeah, I got her a cab and her boyfriend will take care of her. Won't be the first time." Kensi waved off his concern, looping her arm through his again.

"Awesome." His hand settled on her mid-back, light and fairly respectful all things considered. Kensi found herself leaning into his touch instead of away. "So, where do you want to go? I know pretty much every bar in a five-block radius. Professional hazard."

"How about we skip the drink and get right to the good part?" Kensi suggested, reaching out to brush her thumb across his lower lip. His eyes darkened in response and he licked where she'd just touched.

"You read my mind."