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Strictly Business
Written by Shizz and PrincessSexci​

Marissa Callahan sighed as she blew a strand of red hair out of her eyes. Her blue eyes glanced over the paperwork she was reading. She had just been assigned a stakeout job. Being a police woman wasn't exactly the easiest of jobs. It sucked, actually. Well, it didn't totally suck. The adrenaline she got from handcuffing the bad guys, car chases...man, she loved that! It was the chauvinistic males that really grinded her gears.

Her ex-boyfriend Mason used to tell her that she'd never make it as a cop, but she had. However, her fellow police men never made it easy on her. They always hit on her and made sexual comments. She could've filed for sexual harassment. She didn't though. Guys were guys, besides...it wasn't like she disliked the attention she got.

Rissa loved it. There was just a time and a place for everything. She also refused to mix business with pleasure. After all, if she were to get involved with one of the guys in her precinct and they broke up; well that would just be awkward.

As she looked at her next job, Rissa was so psyched that it would be a stakeout. Those were always exciting. In college, she minored in acting and those skills definitely came in handy. However, when she looked at who her partner was supposed to be, she groaned.

No, no anybody but him.

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Lance grumbled to himself as he tossed the file back down on his desk. He stood up from his chair, his broad 6'3 frame towered over the walls of the cubicle as he grabbed his coffee mug and went for a refill. Why her, why would anyone set her up with a stake out, and why the hell with him? His muttering curses caused half of the cops on the floor to stumble out Of his way, the other half just out their heads down. Apparently his cursing had been louder then he thought, and his face must have matched his mood

He was being paired with some same to watch one of the sharpest bank heist crews in town. A group that was known to be heavy handed, but their remarkable control was exactly what had kept them out of prison this whole time. They finally had a good angle, good intel, and now some red head, heavy on the looks and light on the brains, on the case?!? What the fuck were they thinking?

He made his way into the little cubby that served as the common area, and cursed as he watched Marissa pour the last of the coffee into her own mug. FML

Je strode up behind her

"You know that you gotta start the next pot now right?" he said as he stepped up behind her, towering over her. His dark brown eyes looking black as he blocked out the light, his chiseled face wearing a glower that could break a hardened criminal
 
Jumpin at the sound of his voice, Marissa swallowed back a lump in her throat. It wasnt that she was scared of Lance. She had just heard rumors of how difficult it was to work with him. Shaking off her nervous energy, she flashed Lance a brilliant hundred watt smile.

"Morning to you too!" Rsa said cheerfully.

She chose to ignore his nagging though as she pulled the coffee pot out of the coffee maker and refilled it with water." So you excited about the stake out? Im pretty psyched about it."

Rissa was attempting to make small talk with Lance. her voice trailedoff by his dark look. She chewed on her bottm lip with a loss for words.
 
He simply stared her down, watching as she trailed off. Then he cleared his throat

"Look this is a big case with some real smart and vicious perps. This is no joke and nothing to take lightly. Right now you should be more concerned than anything. I want you to know their file back to front. I want you to be able to know how they case their targets. I want you to know their associates. Above all you need to know how many of their own they have put down. Not just the guards or bystanders. Their are smart and vicious. They are the kind of case your scared to take on" he said in a deep menacing voice. Then he stepped beside her and slid his coffee mug under the coffee makerp, stealing the first cup, turned back and left
 
Marissa clenched her fists tightly around her coffee cup. This was why she was dreading this case with Lance. He treated her as if she were some rookie. She'd been on stake outs before. It wasn't like she was a stake out virgin; not to mention he was acting as if he were going to be the one in charge.

Giving Lance a mock salute, she said "Yes, sir." Her tone was sarcastic. Then in a serious tone, she said "This isn't my first case, Lance. I know what needs to be done." Shaking her head, she set her coffee cup down and grabbed some cream and sugar. She hated black coffee and refused to drink it; no matter how much it woke you up or how much healthier it was for you.

She didn't say anything further as he walked away. Sighing in relief, Marissa headed back to her cubicle. It was such a shame that such a sexy guy had to be such a fucking asshole. Flopping down on her chair, she went over the files again and again and again. It wasn't because Lance told her to though, it was because she didn't want him to ask her questions and she not be able to answer them in an efficient manner.
 
Lance returned to his cubicle and spent the next couple of hours going over the surveillance notes, trying to imagine which bank they were casing. After a bit of research he narrowed it down to three. He picked up his phone and dialed her cubicle

"you wanna go grab a bite and go over some of this stuff" he asked when she picked up. He had decided that I'd this was gonna work he had to work with her, being an ass might not be the best way to get the results he needed from her. After all he was stuck with her and their was no point to resisting that fact
 
Afrer about her fifteenth hundred time going over the files she didnt think she could go over them anymore. also she was starved so despite not really enjoying Lances company, she agreed to go to lunch with him. Besides theyd be spending every wwaking moment with each other.

That was something Marissa couldnt get away from.

Hanging up her phone she headed towards his cubicle and leaned against the wall. "Ready?" she asked. She was wearin her typical officer uniform and her haiir was up in a bun so that it would be out of her eyes.
 
He looked up as she came around the corner and leaned against the cubicle

"Yep. " he said then stood up and lead the way

" let's just go to the diner across the street. You and I need to talk about our story line. You know history and all that" he said to her as he paused at the front door, his eyes dipping down as she passed. He loved the way her ass looked in the uniform, and as a classic obsessed work aholic he couldn't remember when he had last gotten laid

"Got any ideas?" he asked as he followed her out into the street
 
"Kay." She said as she walked out first. He was being surprisingly ...well, not how she would expect him to be. She didn't think he was the type of guy to hold the door open for a lady. It was ...well, it was charming; thats what it was. The point of this meeting was to figure out their backstory.

"Hm..." she hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, we can do something easy like we were highschool sweet hearts, broke up and then got back together during our last year of college." She said, with a smile then walked into the diner, knowing he was following behind her.

"What do you think?" She asked as she surveyed the menu after taking a seat. As the waiter came by, he asked them if they wanted a drink and she ordered a Pepsi.
 
He ordered a soda for himself

"Hmm. That sounds easy enough to go along with. Now of course we have to come up with a good proposal story too. I think it should be something with a little flare, but nothing too elaborate"

The waitress returned with their drinks and they both ordered. He went with a burger and fries

"So we are getting an apartment on the same floor as theirs, just next door. Hopefully the walls are thin and we can listen in easily enough. I'm gonna talk to te techs, so we can get a few tracers and well try to put them on their car, and maybe even the woman's purse. I don't like the idea of the purse though, but the captain wants to watch them closely. This pair has made our surveillance team look like chumps on more than one occasion"

He paused to take a drink

"So We are set to move in the day after tomorrow. I've not got any real ties to worry about. You need to make sure you tell anyone you run into to act like they don't know you, I don't want a chance encounter blowing our cover. You got a boyfriend or anything like that which could complicate things?"
 
She ordered a club sandwhich and some fries, then turned her attention back to Lance. She nodded as she listened to what they were supposed to do, how they needed a proposal story. She supposed she could think that one up as well. Marissa was a girl and she could think of something romantic as far as a proposal went. Marissa smiled up at the waitress and then took a sip of her drink.

"A purse? That seems kind of..I dunno, obvious? Why don't we just befriend them. I mean I know its risky and all; but if they have made the surveillance team look like rookies, then maybe we need a different sort of approach, right?"

She took another sip of her drink and nearly choked on it after his last question.

"Negative, no boyfriend...anymore. And trust me; he isn't the type to come running back. We broke up because of different opinions and no other complications."

The waitress returned with their food, licking her lips at Lance which in turn made Marissa shudder. Seriously, if that waitress knew that the only thing that Lance cared about was his job, her interest would probably disipitate.

"Just wave if you'd like...dessert."

Again, Marissa nearly choked on her drink due to the fact that the waitress was insinuating she would like to be his dessert.
 
Lance smiled at the waitress

"Thanks" he said and she turned away, very slowly with a little sway in her hips

"Befriend then huh? Well that's an idea, but I'm not sure how good it is to get too close to them. I would imagine they could smell a cop a mile away. And from what I have read, their most likely quite paranoid and reluctant whom they befriend. We would have to make ourselves seem extra appealing to them. It's a thought though" he said as he mulled te idea over in his head

"What kind of job do you want? I was thinking of security, but at a bar, something where I can seem a little seedy. My other thought was construction, but then inwouldnhave to come home dirty every day, plus being home during the day would be beneficial for our investigation. What a out you?" he asked as he finally took a massive bite out of his burger
 
"Yeah, well...like I said; it's risky. Like super risky but...if they can smell a cop from a mile away, wouldn't they be able to figure us out anyways? In my opinion, if I have new neighbors and they don't at least try to introduce themselves; thats fishy in it self. But yeah, think about it."

She took a bite of her club sandwhich and then dipped her fry in some ketchup. At least he was giving her ideas some thought. That'd make their whole partnership go alot smoother. Marissa chewed on her fry thoughtfully as she thought about what she'd like to do.

She'd never imagined herself as anything but a police officer but realized she needed the cover. "Umm, I dunno. Any suggestions?" She asked, giving an embarassed smile, "I mean, I've always wanted to be a cop; even when I was a kid so...anything else just seems wrong. You choose for me."
 
He chuckled

"nope. You gotta decide. I can only suggest it be something you work nights at and preferably something that you can actually work. That way when they go to check you out, you'll be there. I got a buddy who owns a club and I'll be bouncing for them. We could say we won a law suit so we don't work much, just something to make up the difference and keep us busy. I plan on working two nights a week, and yes I'll actually be working. These necessities limit the jobs we can do though. You don't need one right now, you can just say your looking right now" he said, then set back into his burger, taking massive biyes
 
Sighing Marissa nodded. Of all the times he decided not to take over, he chose now. Well, at least she didn't have to have a job right away. That was good.She took a bite of her sandwhich and then dipped another fry in ketchup. A thoughtful look passed her face. She could always say she got laid off, what with the economy the way it was, that was a likely story.

However, if she gave them a specific job she got laid off on and they checked her out only to find she didn't work there; well, then their cover would be blown.

"A dancer, then?" She said after chewing her food and swallowing.
 
He looked up at her mention of dancer

"So your thinking of dancing as a professional, or something more exotic? " he asked with an incidental grin

"Remember you'll have to work a few nights a week. I could see if I could get you a job at my club?" he asked, wondering what kind of experience she might have.
 
She chewed on her lip trying to decide which type of dancing would work better. Marissa didn't really see herself as a stripper and she was pretty sure that would be hard to pull off. She took another bite of her sandwhich as she tried to figure it out.

"Hm..well, maybe my aspirations could be a professional dancer but seeing as that would probably take some time to get into that forte of business, I erm...do ...specialty dancing on the side, just to bring home a paycheck?" She quirked an eyebrow as Lance suggested she could work at his club.

It probably would be best if they worked together, but it could also be suspiciou--okay, really if she was going to be an exotic dancer, she didn't need her stake out partner seeing her goods.

"Sure, why not." She finally said.
 
He smiled to himself at the thought of her all dolled up and dancing at the club

"It is a strip club though. They do however have other dancers, cage dancers and even a few that dance on some of the speakers, those don't strip, but their attire is... Well minimal at best. I'll ask about it if you like. " he told her as she agreed to the prospect of working together

"That should get us pretty well started then. Now we just got to start trying to think where they plan to hit next. I have been looking through the notes on what the two have been up to, or where they have been when they haven't shaken their tails. I think there are two possible banks, and a small easy loan vendor. I think the loan vendor may be a small job they are planning, something to keep them a float while they work on the next score. I've told the captain as much and he thinks it's likely too" he said as he paused to finish off the last of the burger

"So I'm gonna have to get you to come and dance for my buddy, you have to be passible or you'll just look out of place. I hope you really can dance then, otherwise we need to come up with something else"
 
"Well, yeah..I kind of figured it was a strip club." She said, "I was just trying to word it differently." She took another few bites of her sandwhich as Lance continued talking more about the case, specifically the file. She nodded as he talked and ate some of her fries; taking small sips of her drink.

Part of her wondered just how far they'd take this act. Would they get super into the act and do things that partners were not supposed to do. It was strictly against the rules to have any sort of relationship. Keeping business and pleasure seperate and all that jazz.

She believed in it and she was 95 % sure that Lance believed in that too. However, she wasn't sure if he believed she could do that, keep things strictly business.

"I can dance." She said, indignantly.

During her college days, she was not exactly little miss pure. She didn't get involved in prostitution, no but she did know how to party.
 
"Well then I will set up an audition for you. I do need to know though, so I can tell the guy, are you willing to take the center stage if need be?" he asked with a slight grin, knowing that his friend, just like any man, would find her quite alluring.

He finished off his fries and leaned back in his seat

"Let's just hope that none of the officers from our precinct go there for R&R" he said with a wide grin

Then he used a napkin to wipe his lips off

"Then I guess tomorrow that we get all packed up an moved in. I've rented a small truck and loaded up some of my stuff, so all our stuff will appear well worn in. That way we look legit. And after a week or so we've been given the clear to have new stuff brought in, as our windfall comes in. Plus I'm sure none of my stuff will match your tastes" he said with a grin

"You all packed up on your end so when I come by tomorrow around noon you'll be ready?"
 
She rolled her eyes about the guys at the preccinct stopping by a strip club for... and R. pft more like to get their rocks off cause no woman wanted to. "I can do center stage....I guess....you better not tell your knuckle head buddies about it either." She said narrowing her eyes at him.

She wuld never live it down if he did.

"What do you mean by matchh my tastes?" She pushed her plate of food near the end of the table not really hungry anymore. "Yeah, I should be ready. Im not taking that much stuff."
 
He smiled at the thought of seeing her center stage. Then she pushed the plate away

"I mean I own a bunch of old shit. Nothing I would think that a trendy young gal like yourself would prefer. But it will do nicely for our purposes though" he told her as he pushed his plate
Forward too

"Don't worry though, I don't think any guys from our precinct head up there. After all there are so many closer establishments" he said with a grin, then dug into his wallet and pulled out some cash and laid it on the table

"Altight then let's go crack open those files some more, then we can get ready for our move" he told her as he slowly rose up from the bench. He was starting to look forward to the case. It had been awhile since he ha been on a case with some real cut throats, the kind of thing he had joined the force for
 
Marissa lifted an eyebrow but didnt ask about his 'old shit'. She would find out so it didnt matter. Standin up she followed him bacck to the police station ready to go over files."Thanks for lunch." she said then walked back to her desk to read about these infamous crooks.

A few hours lter she headed home and put all of hr suitcases by the door. She hadnt told hr family where she would be assuming the would get overprotected. Besides, sdhe couldnt say anything anyways. It was confidential.
 
The rest of the day was a fairly typical. He went back to the office, crunched the files, and tried to find a way inside their heads. It didn't take long before he looked up, realized the days gift was gone, and the night crew had come on the scene. He looked at his wath, it was already midnight.

He closed up his cubicle, logging off and shutting down, now he might come in for a bit here and there, but he was undercover as of tomorrow

A quick ride in his 1986 sentra had him opening the door to his rundown apartment, flicking on the lights, and watching all the roaches scatter. He looked around. All his records were boxed up, his old record player. His shitty little tv on a box an his love seat was just about all that was left out. He stumbled to the back room, kicked off his shoes, and fell into his bed



In what seemed like the blink of his eyes his alarm was roaring at him. He rolled outbid his bed, went through his morning routine of shaving and showering

He threw on a snug sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked out the window and saw his old friend pulling up with the truck

An hour and a half later he was knocking on her door

"Hey rookie. You up"
 
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