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Enemies to Partners to Lovers. (Semper Fi x demented-tiger)

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Semper Fi

Supernova
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Aug 22, 2012
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USA
Damn it! Katherine Doyle glares as she exits her Lieutenant's office. She stalked back to her desk. Of all of the cops, of all of the rookies, She had to be given the one rookie that she couldn't stand being around. She sits down at her desk, her pale grey eyes scanning over the file she had been given. It had her new identity, her background, as well as all the information on the gang that they were joining. They were going in as weapon's specialists. They would spend as long as necessary undercover, to be able to take everyone in the gang down. In her experience that usually meant anywhere from 6 months to over a year. Right now she could not imagine spending that much time with him. And more than they, they had to pretend to be lovers. She glances up at her original partner, who was at the desk across from hers. "I blame this on you," She says, though there isn't much heat behind her words. Her partner, Hunter, laughs "I'd do this with you if I could Kat, but I'm off undercover work for a while. Until Abigail has the baby." He says, leaning back. "Yeah yeah," Kat says with a bit of amusement in her voice, her words laced with a faint Montana drawl, giving away where she'd grown up.

Hunter was Kat's usual undercover partner, had been for the last six years. Kat was not looking forward trying to get use to a new partner, and in such a dangerous situation. But they were leaving in an hour. She already had her duffel bag at her feet, and she had changed into a more casual outfit, combat boots, jeans, a tight black tank top, with a leather jacket thrown on over it. Her burgundy streaked mahogany hair was hanging loose, out of it's usual ponytail. She glances across the bullpen, to where her new partner's desk was.
 
Amanda Milton could sense her new partner didn't like her. She wasn't sure why. Usually, she stayed out of the way of Officer Doyle - Kat, she reminded herself. They were supposed to be lovers, so she needed to act intimate around "Kat" - Kat's way as much as possible. She didn't like the nasty attitude the older woman had for her.

Amanda should have been excited to go on her first undercover assignment. At only 22, she was a rising star in the department. She'd had to work extra hard to prove that she was worthy to recieve the respect of an officer. It didn't help that she was very well endowed. The ballistic vest she wore while in uniform did little to hide her taunt stomach and bulging breasts - E-cups, in fact. Her pale skin, blue eyes, and jet black hair - always worn in a high ponytail - only added to her beauty. The veiled sexism from her collegues no longer troubled her. She'd proved she was just as tough and hardworking as any policeman or policewoman. She even got this assignment based on her merits alone - not by flaunting her body at the police chief.

She was excited, especially when they told her she'd be paired up with an older, more experienced officer to make sure she didn't botch the operation in a panic; but she hadn't expected the bitch queen, Officer Doyle. Now, she was considering backing out. She liked it better when she was watching the bug-eyed expressions of thugs and criminals when they saw it was busty young woman who was clipping them in handcuffs. She could see the cusory look of disgust on Kat's face as the other woman glanced at her desk. It made her feel anxious. She was not going to enjoy this assignment one bit, working with her.

Amanda was also ready to head out. She was wearing green cargo pants, boots, and a dark green tanktop that brought out her cleavage. Her hair was done up in its customary ponytail. She hoped this look would draw the criminals' attention away from her and Kat's actions, allowing the two officers to finish thier investigations quick so they could hurry up and go thier separate ways and never have to cross paths again.
 
Kat stood up grabbing her duffel bag. She wasn't even really sure why she resented the female rookie so much, something just rubbed her the wrong way. "Milton. Let's go." She calls, she knew that she would need to check her attitude. They were suppose to be lovers after all. And unlike most of the other female officers that didn't bother Kat at all, pretending to be in a relationship with another woman, it was one of the main reason she had been selected for this assignment. Kat headed out of the station and to where another officer was waiting with the muscle car that would be theirs for the assignment. Kat whistles appreciatively, she was something of a car enthusiast. She throws her duffel bag in the back seat before opening the trunk where the weapons were that they would be selling to the gang. She slammed the trunk and glanced over to see if Amanda had joined her yet. They would be heading to the motel that would be their home for a while. They wouldn't be meeting with the gang until early in the morning tomorrow. Which meant that they would have all night together, with basically nothing to do. Wonderful. And no doubt they would be forced to share a bed. Kat runs a hand through her dark hair as she walked around to the driver's seat, sliding in, starting the engine, smiling as she listened to it roar to life. The twenty-seven year old was still trying to figure out what exactly it was about Amanda that she didn't like. It wasn't like she had really done anything in particular. Which admittedly, made Kat a bit curious.
 
Amanda said nothing as she gathered her backpack and followed Kat toward the garage. She wasn't impressed with the car. Guys had courted her in worst. Besides, it looked rather silly. In fact, it looked like it belonged in one of those 90s action movies. The thought made her smirk a little. It took her mind off the fact she'd be living in a sleazy motel for the next few weeks with a woman who seemed to hate her guts.

Amanda tossed her bag into the backseat, and climbed into the passenger's side. She belted herself in, with the belt passing almost perfectly between her cleavage. She stared impassively as Kat revved the engine like a giddy teenage boy. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She didn't want to antagonize the woman anymore than Kat already imagined she did.
 
Once Amanda was Kat buckled up and pulled out, heading out of the city, they had a 45 minute drive ahead of them. "Do you remember all the details of your undercover identity?" Kat asks, she wanted to be sure that Amanda would screw up some little detail, and get them both killed. She knew the woman was a rookie, but didn't know if she'd even gone undercover before or not. "You left your service weapon and badge in your desk?" She asks, glancing over at her new partner, before entering the freeway. Aside from the questions that pertained to the job, Kat didn't speak. She knew she would need to. They needed to know each other. On a personal level, it wasn't enough to know each other's fake identities, they needed to know the person, because they needed to be completely comfortable with each other. As Kat gripped the wheel she glanced at the four leave clover tattoo on her inner right wrist, she hoped that it did what was famous for, and gave them luck. Though she would cover it up with water proof makeup once at the motel, and she would dye her burgundy streaks brown to match her natural hair color, so there was nothing to really identify her with who she really was.
 
There she went, criticizing her again. Amanda gave a deep sigh. "I know who I am," she said. "I am Janice Connolly, your trigger happy moll. And I left my badge and weapon behind." Do you really think I'm that stupid? Amanda added mentally. Just because my breasts are bigger than my head doesn't mean that's where my brains are. Maybe that was the reason Kat didn't like her. She was jealous of Amanda's large tits. It was a rather petty and shallow reason, but it was the only reason Amanda could think of. She was used to the glares of women, but for the most part, her merits as a police officer had outshone the size of her bust. All the other policewomen were convinced Amanda was more than just a black-haired Barbie doll. All except Kat. Amanda leaned back to enjoy the silence. Better this than having Kat belittle her at every turn. For the sake of her sanity, she hoped Kat was always this quiet.
 
She nods, listening. It certainly could be Amanda's physical appearance, why Kat didn't like her. Though certainly not out of jealousy, Kat was honestly very happy with her looks. But women who looked like Amanda did, in Kat's experience, often did not come with as many brains. She continued driving, the music was on low, on some country station, and Kat was idly tapping her fingers along with the beat. Kat was usually this quiet, at least with people she didn't know or didn't like. She could be rather sweet and playful with those whom she was comfortable with. She really didn't ask anything else until they pulled up to the cheap, small motel. There could be worse places, but there were certainly better ones too. She got out and grabbed her bag. "We're already checked in, Room 9." She says, there had been a room key in each of the packets that their new identities were in.
 
Amanda stayed quiet too. She hated country music, and figured Kat did too. It was only an excuse not to talk. Amanda was fine with it. At least there'd be no more unfair criticisms.

Upon arriving at the motel, she grimaced. Usually when she was in places like this, she'd spend several hours in the squad car, hidden in the bushes, watching for the one suspicious vehicle to pull up and its occupants to disappear inside the room. Then she'd give the radio call, and wait for the others to arrive. Then they'd kick down the door and haul the gangsters out by the scruffs of their necks. A few times, Kat and her usual partner would be in the hotel too, dressed in plainclothes, brandishing thier badges and weapons as if to rub it in the criminals' faces that they'd been caught in an elaborate sting operation by undercover cops with enough evidence to lock them up for the rest of thier flea-bitten lives.

"The longest I've spent in one of these dumps is as long as it takes to gather evidence," she remarked absent-mindedly. "I hope this doesn't take too long. This place looks like it's crawling in fleas. I can't believe criminals like places like this - though it is cheap."
 
She nods "Probably the only reason that they like it." She says as they walked towards the door. "Don't get your hopes up about this being done soon, my guess is that it'll take a couple of months at least." she says as she pulled her key out to open the door, she stepped inside, eyeing the room, one bed, one dresser and an attached bathroom. The bed looked like it would be just big enough for two people, if those two people, didn't mind being pressed up against each other. She dropped her bag on the bed and began unpacking, to make the room look lived in, she put her things in the second dresser drawer, leaving the first empty for Amanda's things. She pulled out the makeup and the hair dye, she pulled her leather jacket off, revealing more of her tanned skin. She sat on the edge of the bed to reluctantly cover up her clover leaf tattoo, she didn't want to risk someone recognizing it. Next she read the direction on the Do-it yourself hair dye, then she headed into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door as she pulled her tank top off, leaving her in a black sports bra, she soaked her hair, before applying the hair dye to her burgundy streaks. She let it sit for the instructed amount of time before rinsing it out and blow-drying it. Now her hair was it's natural mahogany color, which Kat found rather boring. She slid her tank top back on and stepped out of the bathroom.
 
"I always thought hotel rooms came with two beds," commented Amanda as she looked around the dump that was to be her home for the next few - months? Normally gangs only met in one place for one night - long enough to inspect the goods, exchange the money, count the money, then, if everyone was happy they got what they wanted, went thier separate ways. She dumped her changes of clothes in an empty drawer, making it look like she was too lazy to bother folding anything. It made her look like she lived here, and was a slob. Suited this dump nicely. She sat down on the corner of the bed. She could see Kat dying her hair in the bathroom, noting the way the older woman looked in just her sports bra. She looked quite strong - stronger than Amanda. Even her abs looked like they were sculpted of iron. Amanda supposed Kat would play the butch role in thier faux lesbian relationship. Aloud, she said, "What makes you think they'll take their time? Do guys like these always take so much time to show themselves in the flesh?"
 
She shrugs "Apparently not in cheap motels." She mutters running a hand through her hair as she sat back on the edge of the bed. "No they'll show tomorrow I bet. But with our backgrounds and the quality of our weapons, we will be their new weapons supplier long term. Which will give us the chance to get each member on gun charges and other things, if we're lucky." She says, looking at her new partner and fake girlfriend. She sat back a bit, leaning her hands on the bed, resting her weight on her hands. She glanced around the room, it was a cheap place, but the room really wasn't all that filthy, it certainly wasn't clean, but it could be worse. Kat toed her combat boots off. "So where do you want to eat tonight? Fast food or diner?" She asks a bit curiously, looking back to Amanda.
 
Amanda shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I could eat anything. I suppose we could do delivery or take-out. I think I'd rather stay in here tonight." Her mind really wasn't on eating, though. She was thinking about the assignment. Long term weapons suppliers. She did not that idea one bit. It meant having to wait impatiently for the weapons to filter through every echelon of the gang to ensure they could "get each member on gun charges and other things." It also meant spending time here, in this dump, sharing one bed with a woman who could do nothing but critisize and be terse with her. Perhaps Amanda could have tolerated it if there were 2 beds, but just one? Just because she and Kat were girlfriends didn't mean they had to sleep together. Then again, unless Amanda wanted to curl up on that nasty floor, she'd just have to suck it up and hope Kat didn't kick and flail her arms in her sleep.
 
Kat nods "I can run out and get us something." She says, deciding to put her dislike of the woman to the side, she needed to be more friendly. "Subway okay for you?" She asks as she grabbed a piece of scratch paper and a pen, to write down what Amanda wanted. She knew this would be a rather tough assignment, but it was important too. This gang had been on police's watchlist for the last 8 months, now they had a chance to take down all of them, gun charges, likely drugs. She wouldn't let her personal issues interfere with getting this done successfully. She slid her feet into her flip-flops that she had brought with.
 
Amanda placed her order. She had to check herself from ordering too much. Normally, she jogged and worked out at the gym to maintain her figure. Since she was supposed to be holed up in a hotel for the next few weeks, she couldn't afford to eat too much. Her fitness options were limited. She really hoped this operation would be worth it. She also hoped everything would go smoothly. Spending this long under cover put them in close contact with the gang for much longer than normal. She hoped she and Kat could keep up thier cover long enough to hurry up and take the gang down.
 
Kat wrote it down carefully before standing up. "Alright, well I'll be back soon." She says, grabbing her new cell phone and the keys to the car. She left the room, driving down to the local Subway, ordering both sandwiches and paying for them before leaving. She'd gotten them both a few drinks, a couple waters, and a couple pops, since there was nothing to drink in the room. She drove back, carrying everything into the room, making sure the door shut completely behind her. "I wasn't sure what you wanted to drink, so I ended up getting a few different things." She says, sliding her shoes off, setting the sandwiches on the bed.
 
While Kat was out, Amanda had kicked off her shoes, remaining only in her socks, and laid down on the bed. There was nothing she could do if it had bedbugs. The least she could do was hope they didn't bite her. She sprang up with a powerful twitch of her stomach muscles when Kat returned with the sandwiches. "Thank you," she said politely, reaching for her order. "I suppose tonight I should be the one to pay for dinner." It was part offer, part joke. Perhaps a little something to break the ice, since she and Kat would be working together for quite some time, and they needed to pretend to be lovers.
 
Kat set the drinks on the counter, before sitting on the bed to eat as well. She shrugs "Nah it's fine. I'm sure we'll both have plenty of opportunities to pay for food." She says with a smile. She was going to make it a point to be friendly from now on. While on this assignment Amanda was Kat's closest friend and only ally. They were in a sense responsible for each other's lives. Kat was about half way done eating before she spoke. "I'm sorry by the way, for my attitude since you joined the department." She felt the need to apologize since she was sure that it was mainly her own fault that they didn't get along.
 
Amanda tried to hide her shock at the sudden apology. Kat apologizing to her? That was quite a shock. A woman of Kat's demeanor - tough, strong, no-nonsense - usually wasn't one to offer an apology. But then, they were stuck together, pretending to be a couple of lesbian arms dealers for several months. They'd have to have an amicable working relationship if they were going to successfully portray a couple of lovers, much less stay sane the whole operation. Still, it took Amanda a moment to collect herself.

"I accept your apology," she finally said. "And I promise I won't screw up this assignment. I don't want to be reason we loose a bust this big, and I certainly don't want to 'disappear' because of some stupid mistake."

She felt she needed to add that. She was, after all a rookie, and a veterine of many undercover operations would be very anxious about mistakes, and have a low tolerance for anything that could jeopardize teh mission. Personal prejudices would only shorten that tolerance. If this was truly an attempt to clear up the bad blood between them, Amanda didn't want to undo the progress with her own stupidity.
 
Kat glanced over as she continued eating, and made eye contact when Amanda began to speak. She nods slowly "I doubt you'll make a mistake. The captain wouldn't have assigned you, if he didn't think you could do it without getting us killed." She says, which was true, but Kat would be lying if she said that she wasn't at least a bit worried about how Amanda would handle this. She hoped the other woman did well under pressure. "Have you had the chance to study your new identity?" She asks, knowing that was probably the most important. She had to be able to rattle off facts from her new life at the blink of the eye, no hesitation, no mistake in any details. Kat finished her sandwich and went to grab both of the files that had their new identities in it. She flipped hers open to look through it. The name changed a bit always, but her fake past always stayed somewhat the same no matter the op, it made it easier to remember.
 
Amanda felt a little better when she heard Kat's reassurance. Still, she had to be sharp. Kat also had a point when she mentioned studying her new identity. She needed to transform herself into "Janice" in order to make this work. Janice's memories had to be as real as Amanda's own.

Amanda accepted her folder and read over her biography. She had been with Kat for 5 years, after getting thrown out of her strict, conservative Christian house at age 16 for admitting she was a lesbian. She was shy, quiet, and demur; a legacy of being forced into subserviance, in accord with her tyranical father's strict interpritation of the Bible. She clung to Kat's side like a pet kitten. Despite her shyness, she was slowly letting out her more sensual side, transitioning into her new role as the independant, sexually active, and proud young woman she should have been. Fairly easy, except for the shy, abused, recovering fundamentalist thing, Amanda thought. And the whole lesbian moll thing.
 
Kat sat cross legged on the bed, drinking a pop as she had the folder in front of her. She scanned over it. seeing what paralleled with her own past and what didn't. There were a lot of similarities, if only because her past had the makings for a criminal. Bounced around from foster home to foster home from the time she was 8 years old, until the day she turned eighteen. Then she moved around a lot, too restless to stay in one place. Until she settled here. Some physical abuse from the various foster homes, emotional trauma, abandonment issues, blah blah blah. Kat skipped over what was basically her past, and got to the part that was new. She had bounced from gang to gang, making a name for herself as a gun runner, she'd met Janice five years ago, and they had been inseparable. She was fiercely protective and loyal to the other woman. Kat was a self taught gun expert, both her new identity and herself in general. Her new name was Caitlin "Kate" Baker. The personality seemed easy enough to portray, tough, sassy, no-nonsense, a bit cold. It was very similar to her own personality.
 
"How come you get to keep your old name, and I have to learn to respond to a whole new name?" asked Amanda. Aside from the fact one was a cop and the other a criminial, Katherine Doyle and Caitlin Baker shared the same nickname. If Katherine responded to "Kat" in the guise of Caitlin, she was fine. If Amanda didn't respond to "Janice" when she was supposed to be "Janice", either Kat had to come up with a quick excuse, or they were both screwed. Also, it would be an added challenged trying to remember what Kat she was refering to: Katherine Doyle or Caitlin Baker. This was going to be quite an interesting challenge.
 
She shrugs "I put in a request, it at all possible, keep my name as similar as possible. I had the hell of a time on one assignment trying to remember to introduce myself as "Jennifer"." She says with a chuckle, She closed the file and stretched to set it on the bedside table before just relaxing to lay on the bed, trying to ignore the fact that it was likely disgusting. "But you'll get it figured out I'm sure. It's just the first couple of introductions that can be hard. If you'd rather, I can introduce both of us." She offers.
 
"Perhaps that would be better," Amanda said with a shrug. "I suppose I could just be lesbian eye candy. And it would fit Janice's profile: shy, quiet survivor of abuse. You know I was supposed to come from an uber-Christian household, where they booted me out for being a dyke? Maybe I'm still a bit shell-shocked over the whole ordeal. You know, being raised to be seen but not heard? I suppose you'll be doing all the talking."
 
Kat chuckles a bit at the 'eye candy remark'. Quite honestly, that's what she thought Amanda was when she was hired, all looks and no brains. She nods, listening, as she sits up, "Yeah Caitlin, is just the opposite, she responded to her abuse by being outspoken and feisty." She says as she watches Amanda. "We should come up with exactly how we met. They left that open for us to figure out. But we need to have all those details ready in case anyone asks."
 
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