A/N: Hello everyone! So, I said that there would be a surprise today, well here it is! This is something that's been in my head for months. It's based off of a book that I recently read and as usual, it's a little different from the usual stories that I write. But If you're following my story 'On Your Side', then this will kinda play out as a more mature version of that story :P

Anyway, this is kind of a prologue of sorts, so I hope you all enjoy!

The red Lycra miniskirt was riding up, and the toes on the knee-high boots pinched like a motherfucker, not to mention that the left heel was going to snap any second.

Why did these morons always run?

For once, it would be nice to corner someone and have the suspect stay put instead of taking off. It should have been a simple catch 'em and take 'em into headquarters to go over why selling charms with demons trapped inside was a monumentally bad idea.

Instead, the evening had been one pooch-screw after another to the tune of catch 'em red-handed, identify suspect, accidentally catch gun in the rhinestone strap of purse, get shoved into wall, run after them and quickly become short-winded due to uncomfortably tight corset.

Kendall hated the fucking corset.

He rounded the corner, scraping his elbow against the rough brick and cursing the five-inch heels. This would've been so much easier if he'd gone with three.

Kendall charged down the sidewalk. The guy was running out of steam. Kendall's wig flew off as he made a running leap and tackled the man to the ground. They went down hard, but the man broke Kendall's fall. A dozen of the trinkets scattered around them, near-silent yet bone-chilling whines of protest crying out from the demons within.

Kendall heaved in a deep breath and felt one of his seams split, which was just fantastic, considering the small fortune the thing had cost him on Ebay. "For the second time, the Society charges you with unlawful sale of dangerous goods." Then man started to struggle, and Kendall sank an elbow into where he suspected his spinal cord was. It was hard to tell. "I'm not chasing you again, so I suggest you calm down, or I'll shoot you for resisting and save myself the trouble."

"Nice, Kendall." Lucy said through his earpiece. "Do you know how much paperwork would be involved in that?"

"I'd rather fill out the paperwork than run another foot in these boots." He stood, still straddling the peddler's frame. Stepping over him, Kendall poked his side with a pointed toe. "Up."

The man lumbered to his feet, lip curled in amusement as he took in Kendall's disheveled appearance. Kendall glowered. If Lucy and his support team didn't show up to complete the arrest soon, he was going to punch the dickhead.

Kendall bent over to pick up one of the fallen charms. His left breast popped out of place, and he shoved it back in, annoyed. The crystal was no larger than his thumbnail. While it didn't look any different than your average Swarovski knock-off, occasionally the nearby streetlight caught it at an angle that illuminated the demonic inhabitant. It was a nasty-looking little thin, but pretty small on the oh-shit-it's-a-demon scale. It couldn't do much more than subtly encourage malice, which was probably why the idea of shooting the guy was so attractive. He might even be able to justify it under the Society rule-book regarding possession…

Too tempting. "What made you think of pawning these things off on tourists was a good idea?"

"It's good money."

"Is it worth the amount of trouble you're in?"

"How much trouble am I in?"

"Lots."

"Oh." He seemed to think about it for a moment and then shook his head slowly. "I guess not."

Idiot. Kendall in relief when Lucy arrived with the backup team. One of the agents immediately collected the charms from where they'd fallen and Kendall happily coughed up the last one. The rubbed his fingers against his skirt to rid himself of the 'I touched something slimy' tingles.

Lucy dodged around the man as they pushed his toward one of the waiting cars, and gave Kendall an appraising once-over. "I'd give you an eight out of ten on your foundation, but your eyes need work."

"What? After the hours I spent trying to get the perfect smoky lid?" He peeled off one of his fake eyelashes. Ow, ow, ow… "I hate these things. They itch."

"You're just not used to them."

"Oh, is that the problem? I thought it was the glue." He yanked the other one bandage style. Fucking owww… "I don't know how you women do it. Is the desperation to find a quality man so bad that you have to subject yourselves to torture devices such as under-wire?"

Speaking of which… he pulled his tits out. If he ever had to do this again, he was splurging on the silicone breast forms. Cotton batting got too lumpy.

Lucy took them without comment and they made their way back to Kendall's car, trusting the clean-up crew to take care of the rest.

"Next time, it's your turn to be the hooker."

Lucy slid into the passenger seat. "But you're so much more convincing." She said as Kendall started the process of getting his makeup off.

Lucy retrieved her tablet from the back seat to enter the remainder of their case notes.

"And taking a look… yes. It does appear that we do have the weekend off. Do you think you could avoid getting us assigned to any bullshit cases by then? I'd really like to keep my plans."

"Far be it from me to interrupt date night. Make sure you say hi to Ben and Jerry for me." He expected a good-natured punch to the shoulder for that one, but he didn't expect it to hurt so much. "I look like a raccoon."

"There's something to be said for your dumpster-diving mystique."

Gunning the engine, he pulled away from the curb to head back to their office.

She saved her file and called up their email. "Nothing… nothing… spam… spam… Shall I assume that you're once again going to turn down the offer to enlarge your penis in three easy steps?"

"Hey, I don't need any help."

She rolled her eyes before scrolling down. "Do you know a Gustavo?"

Kendall grinned. "Gus finally got back to me?" About time. He was starting to think he'd have to go and track him down.

Lucy gave him a suspicious sideways glance. "What are you up to?"

"Me?" Kendall took a corner fast enough to throw her into the door, hoping to distract her with crappy driving.

But she wasn't fazed in the slightest.

"Yes you."

Damn. She was on to him. It was obviously time to start developing different distraction techniques. "I'm providing you with plausible deniability. Prepare to throw me under the bus with extreme prejudice if shit ever goes south." He tried.

"That's sweet. Are you trying to make up for missing my birthday?"

"I didn't miss your birthday. You choose a random day every year and claim it's your birthday so you can take time off. And for the last three, you've claimed to be twenty-one."

"Are you suggesting that I'm older than twenty-one?"

He gulped. "No…"

"Then you may live." Lucy said as she silently cleared out the rest of their inbox.

She lingered on the last item on the screen, scratching her right earlobe, one of the nervous tics she'd picked up over the few years they've worked together. He hadn't told her about this one. He needed all the help he could get with her.

What now?

"The office gossip network has some news about Jett Stetson…"

Kendall sighed, good mod obliterated. "Tell me he's been messily devoured by rabid bears."

"Not exactly…"

"Fallen into a volcano? Infected by the plague? Hexed by some angry gypsy so his cock blackens and falls off into a nest of snakes? He hates snakes. God, I hope its snakes!"

He rounded the corner and headquarters came into view. Cutting across the adjacent lane, he slipped into the underground lot. His heart sank when he saw the familiar BMW pulled up in on the the choicest spots.

"He's back in New York."

Kendall smacked his forehead against his steering wheel.

Done! So, like I said, this chapter is more of a setup for the story, but I'd still love to hear your thoughts on the chapter as well as if you would like to see more or not. And yes, Kendall dressed as a woman for the mission was inspired by the show :P

I already have the next chapter almost done so if you all want more, I can probably have another chapter up by tomorrow!

Can't wait to hear your thoughts!

-Epically Obsessed