Summary: What if Jim Street was married to Molly Hicks when he went under cover to infiltrate Nolan's drug ring and save Nate? Set during season 3 during the events of "Bad Cop" and "Good Cop." Rated T for mild language and implied sexual activity between consenting, married adults. R&R.

***Street's POV - LAPD S.W.A.T. Headquarters***

"Dad? Jim? What's going on?" Molly Hicks Street's voice rang through Commander Bob Hicks' office. My head snapped up at her voice, unable to prevent a smile from taking over my stressed features.

"Sit down, honey," Hicks said.

"Why did you call me here?" she asked, sitting down next to her father across from Hondo and I.

"You remember my foster brother, Nate?" I asked.

"Of course," she said. Nate and I were only just beginning to mend fences, so he was still keeping his distance from Molly and my home life.

"He's in trouble," I said. "His boss is running a drug ring, and has dragged him into it."

"And...?"

"We want to help Street, help Nate, and bring Nolan down," Hondo said. "We want to send him in under cover."

"That sounds dangerous," Molly said.

"No more so than what I do every day," I somewhat lied with a smile, trying to sooth her.

"You have back up," she said.

"And he will," Hicks said. "Hondo and I will be there every step of the way."

"Ok..." she said. "I sense a but coming."

"In order for this to work," Hicks said. "We have to make everyone think he's quit S.W.A.T. and burned any chance of coming back."

"And that we've split up," I said. My heart broke as soon as I saw the hurt swell in her eyes.

"It's all a show, Molly," Hicks said. "None of it will be real."

"And I won't do it, unless you're onboard," I said, scooting to the edge of my seat so I could rest my hand on her knee. She didn't reply; just averted her eyes towards the ground.

"Can we have a minute?" I asked. Hondo and Hicks nodded and walked out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, I crossed the short distance between us and sat down next to her.

"What are you thinking, Mol?" I asked softly, on arm on the back of the couch around her and my other hand on her leg.

"How long will you be under cover?" she asked.

"Two weeks if all goes well," I said.

"Do we have to have a big, public fight to sell this?"

"No," I answered, maybe too quickly. "I would never do that to you. Your dad and I will have a public fight to sell it to the team. All you have to do is be vague if anyone asks about us."

"When would this start?"

"Tonight."

"That's so soon," she said.

"I know," I said, closing my arms around her so she was pressed against me, head nestled against my chest under my chin. We were silent for a few moments.

"You do what you've got to do, Jim," she said against my chest.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm positive," she said looking up at me and giving me a quick kiss. "Go save the world, super man."

I smiled and rested my hand on her cheek, pulling her face back to mine for a lingering kiss.

"There is one more thing," I said.

"What?" she asked.

"I need you to stay with your dad while I'm under cover."

"Jim, I am a grown woman I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, love. But these are dangerous men, who will not hesitate to go after my family," he said. "Plus, helps sell the break up thing."

She sighed. "Ok."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you," she said, grabbing me behind the neck to connect our lips, with no regard about making out in her dad/my boss' office.

"Alright break it up," Hicks' voice rang through the office. "Street's on the clock."

I covered my mouth with my hand, unsuccessfully trying to hide my embarrassed smile and red cheeks, but kept my arm on the back of the couch around my wife. Molly shamelessly gave her father a daring look and ran her hand up my thigh, dangerously close to my groin. Hicks rolled his eyes.

"Alright Street why don't you take Molly home to pack a bag," Hondo said, unable to keep the look of amusement off his face. Molly and I stood up and I let my hand rest on the small of her back until she was out of reach and walking next to her father. Hondo joined me at my side and gave my shoulders a friendly squeeze.

"You go stones, kid," he said. "Making out with the bosses daughter in his office."

"She started it," I said.

*** Street's POV - Street Residence ***

I followed Molly into our home, leaning against our bedroom door as she packed her things.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"No, I got it," she said, pulling a suitcase out and dropping It on the bed. I chatted with her about noting in particular while she packed her things.

"Alright I think that's it," she said, zipping up her suitcase and setting it wheels-down on the floor.

"There's one thing you forgot," I said, pulling my badge and gun off my belt and set it on our dresser.

"What?" she asked as I approached her. I didn't answer her, just grabbed her by the hips and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, and nudged her towards the bed.

*** Street's POV - Molly's work ***

"Got everything?" I asked, sliding her suitcase in to the trunk of her car.

"Yep," she said. "Guess this is it."

"Yeah," I said, shutting her trunk then turning to her, wrapping my arms tight around her as she buried her face against my neck.

"When will I hear from you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, love," I said. "It's safer if I limit contact. But I'll be meeting with your dad most days."

I felt her nod against me, a hug me tighter.

"I love you, so much," I said, moving one hand up to cradle her head and kiss it.

"I love you too. Come home to me, safe," she said as she released me.

"I always do," I said with a smile. With one last, lingering kiss, she returned to her office, and I got in the car and drove off, with a pit in my stomach that didn't usually come with undercover ops.