A/N: I'm glad you all are enjoying this silly little story!

Stunning had been the wrong word to describe her, Deeks decided as the woman drew closer. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her dark brown curls fell loosely around her shoulders, leading to the top of a short lace dress gave tantalizing glimpses of skin. He let his eyes slide down the length of her legs once before dancing back up again.

When he met her eyes, she tipped her chin up with a confidence that sent a little thrill up Deeks' spine. She definitely threw an extra sway into her hip for the last few steps.

Then she was directly in front of him, staring at him with the most intoxicating pair of brown eyes he'd ever seen. Under the club lighting, her skin practically gleamed, and he took a moment to simply appreciate her before turning the detective part of his brain back on.

"Hi, I'm Tracey," she said, giving him a healthy once over too. Her eyes gleamed a little brighter.

Whoever she was, she had the seduction part down.

He smirked at her, leaning slouching against the bar. "Jack." Her lips twitched a little at that, and she slid in between his seat and the next.

"Yeah, I heard," she murmured, and settled her hand on his shoulders. "Titanic is my favorite movie."

"Mm, I know. It's paid for my car loan the last two months," he replied. That wasn't strictly a lie since Bates hadn't asked for his wages. "Just don't ask me to pain you like a French girl."

"Not even with the right enticement?" Her voice dropped lower, her hand trailing up to his neck. It left a pleasant buzz along his skin. Tilting his head to the side, he considered her lazily.

"Oh, I'll do a whole lot under the right enticement, or payment if you'd like to be mercenary about it, I just suck at painting. I can offer you a lap dance or something more private though."

Tracey stiffened slightly at his suggestion, and he probably wouldn't have even noticed if she wasn't plastered against him. She recovered fast enough, bringing out another teasing smile as she went back to stroking his shoulder, drifting to slip under the collar of his shirt. Tossing her hair back with a shake of her head, she shifted against him.

"I can't choose both?" she asked.

"You can for the right price. Hell, I might even give you a discount," Deeks told her, and this time when she laughed, he thought it was actually genuine.

"Oh, I'm honored."

"Then what are we waiting for? I'll slip into something less comfortable, and meet you in room 3." He gestured to the hall where private rooms were and shifted off the stool, wondering if she'd call his bluff and actually go through with it.

"Alright." She slipped out from between the stools, attaching herself to his side again. "Keep the suspenders on."

He chuckled, surprised by the request, though it was far from the strangest he'd ever received. "Will do."

They made it about halfway across the room, when Tracey stopped, fishing her phone out of the top of her dress, and tapped at the screen.

"Everything ok?"

"Um no. My friend I came with drank too much and now she's in the bathroom throwing up. I need to go check on her," she explained, rolling her eyes with an apologetic laugh. "Can't take Mandy anywhere."

"Oh, I didn't see you with anyone," Deeks said, and she laughed again, waving her hand, and in that moment, he knew she was lying.

"Mandy's such a social butterfly. Always finding new friends. I really should go find her." Her eyes darted from him, towards the bathroom.

"Yeah, no, of course," he agreed. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No! I mean, I don't want to get you in trouble. You're supposed to be working," she quickly amended, offering a smile tinged with nervousness. "Maybe could buy me a drink when you get off. Go from there."

"Sounds like a date," he agreed.

"I'll see you later then." Leaning in close, she brushed her nose across his cheek, and whispered, "I'm looking forward to seeing more of your moves, Jack."

Then she turned around, making a beeline for the restrooms. Deeks watched her walk away, briefly considering following her. He didn't have enough on "Tracey" to risk blowing his cover. He'd just have to wait for their date, and hope his intuition was on point.

If not, he supposed a night with her wouldn't be the greatest hardship.