Undercover

Part Six

"Watts, Siwicki, my office."

I motion for Andrew to go first and he smiles, taking the lead. He'd finally gotten cleared from the doctor to get off his crutches and out of his boot and he'd been all smiles ever since. And on top of that we'd been getting along pretty well, maybe this fake boyfriend of mine was a good thing?

"We're sending the two of you back out into the field,"

"Same case?" Patterson shakes his head.

"No, actually, this one is a little bit more serious, more dangerous, and not even in this state."

"Wait, what? We're going undercover out of state?" Andrew sits up and I know he's excited, his eyes gleam and he's all ears.

"That's right, we're sending you to Nevada, specifically Vegas." I lean back in my seat as I admire Andrews entire demeanor. He'd never looked so excited and I listen as he hounds the chief with questions. He's on the edge of his seat and writing furiously in his new notebook.

"I'll give both of you a file with all the information you'll need, you leave for Vegas tomorrow, so take the night and read up on the case."

I know Andrew wants to ask more questions, but I can see that the chief is busy and in no mood. I drag him out of the office, and he talks the whole way back to our desks.

"Do you think it's connected to the case we worked a couple weeks back? It says here that they use the same drug that I was almost poisoned with."

"Oh, yeah, the night you yelled at me for saving your ass? I remember." I grin, knowing that he'd get flustered,

"I said I was sorry," he groans, sitting down opening his file quickly.

"Do you think we'll be able to order room service?"

"It says here that the main guy we're looking for is the owner of the casino just outside of Vegas."

"Smart,"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if he's trying to stay low-key it's better that he's away from the big casinos, less attention." He nods his head quickly, as if he agreed.

"I can't believe you two get to go to Vegas, while I'm stuck here searching for the punk who spray painted "Subscribe to Pewdiepie" on the side of a high school, life really isn't fair." Morgan groans as she leans up against Andrew's desk, sending papers to the floor.

"God, Morgan," he rolls his eyes as he bends down to pick the papers up.

"So, I say we all go out and celebrate!"

"What?"

"Well, you two get to leave the state, and I get to use both of your desks, and raid Andrew's fridge any time I want."

"Is that so? Who says I'm giving you the spare?"

"Your plants aren't going to water themselves, are they? And I heard that this op is a long one."

"How do you hear these things?" Andrew shakes his head, the confused look on his face made me laugh.

"I'm telling you Chief has favorites."

"He does not! That would be unprofessional and immature," it was clear that Andrew was jealous of Morgan for being the chief's favorite.

"Whatever you say, Siwicki." She only grins, as she grabs at the rest of Andrew's protein bar, "So, drinks? Tonight?" She looks over at me, "Bring your man! It'll be fun! Right, Andrew?"

"Hmm?" He's lost in the case, but he nods his head, "yeah, yeah, sure."

"I don't know, I'll see if he's free?"