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It was a calm New York night. People were out, lights were flashing. There were drinks being passed around. The energy was great. The club was crowded with people of all ages, ranging from twenty-five to those who don't tell their age.

His friends were trying to get his attention to check out some 'hot girl' with no priorities. Girls throw themselves at him all the time; there was no need to browse those who were interested. He just had to stand there and they are just drawn to him.

The floor was shaking from all the dancing and foot stomping. The bass was so loud he could feel every beat vibrate through his chest.

He turned to the bar to pick up his fresh drink - a Jack and Coke. Nothing fancy. It was just something to give him a slight buzz to enjoy the rest of the drunks around him. He turned back to look for any potentials that can humor him for the night. That was when he saw her.

Long legs. Tight fitted dress, short but modest enough to leave a man wanting more. Beautiful wavy hair going down to her shoulders. He almost did a double take if it weren't for the need to keep looking at her.

She was moving to the beat, however fast it was, but to him it might as well have been in slow motion. She had her eyes closed and was moving with abandon.

He took a sip of his drink, when his friend patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, Ricky, check her out. She must be some freak in the sheets." His friend, Al, pointed right at the girl he was watching. Freak? - No. Wild? - Possibly.

"I bet she knows how to make a man beg."

Rick kept his eyes on her, "She's definitely a heartbreaker."

Al looked at him. "Bet I can get her before she has a chance to learn my name."

Rick narrowed his eyes. That was Al. Always betting he can get with the ladies. Sometimes it ends with a slap or a drink in the face – even with ice cubes – and other times it ends with Rick finding another ride home.

Al looks too smug though. It's perfect. Usually when he is this confident, he acts like the douche he is. It will be a piece of cake winning. "You're on. What are the terms?"

"I bet I will be able to get into her pants by the end of the night-"

"Pretty sure of yourself there, Al." Rick interrupted.

"Trust me. She won't be able to resist this…" He made a motion towards his body - his average body.

"Sure, sure. And when you lose, what do I get?" Rick hastened.

"OK, if I leave with her, you call me the greatest pick up artist – Al The Sex God." Al looked away as if he could see something, a vision, in the distance.

Rick stood there watching his ridiculous friend. He snapped his fingers in front of Al's face, breaking Al's day dream, "Oh Almighty Sex God… I'm waiting."

Coming back to reality, Al finally answered, "Fine. If you win, which you won't, I will..." he paused, "I will be your wingman until you see fit I stop."

"You're already my wingman. And not a very good one either." Rick said as he swirled his drink, mixing the alcohol, soda, and melted ice.

Al sighed, "Whatever, okay. Minor details. We'll figure it out if I lose. Fair enough?"

"Deal." He shook Al's hand. Rick took another glance at the woman who was dancing. Al will never have a chance with her. She is too classy for him. But there is also something about her - a wild side that he may be seeing a glimpse of, but also a side that he may not be seeing. She definitely has the weight of the world on her shoulders. She must have gone through some ordeal that she feels the need to get out and let loose. She is dancing alone. Could be her boyfriend left her. Could be she just wants to have a fling with some pretentious bastard.

Oh.

Shit.

He might actually lose this bet. Al would be perfect to just have a one-night-stand with no strings attached. When Rick would bump into one of Al's conquests, she would end up telling him she needed what Al had to offer. And that it was fun.

Rick was about to recant this little wager, but it was too late. Al put his drink down after taking a considerable gulp, and started making his way to the dance floor.

She was flying. There was nothing getting in her way as she moved to the music. She felt invincible as no one dared to bother her. There were a few playboys who made eyes with her, but she was not having it. She turned away from them and got lost in her movement.

When she opened her eye, she saw two guys at the bar, discussing something. She made eye contact with one of them, who looked so full of himself. Well. They both did.

After a few seconds she realized they were talking about her. Great.

They seemed to have decided on something because one of them started walking in her direction. He was about her height if she wasn't wearing heels. His hair was what looked like a mohawk, and wore a too confident smile. From what she can see he would have a way with the ladies. She turned away from him and kept dancing. Hopefully he would get the hint she was not interested.

She was wrong.

When she spun around, he was right there shouting over the music.

"Now what is a lovely lady, like yourself, doing here alone tonight?"

She did not answer.

"You know, someone could take advantage of you in your lonesome."

She looked at him. "Are you here to protect me?"

A response. He must be getting through to her, he thought. "I could be. I would not mind defending your honor from some of the creeps here." Al said, as he moved an inch closer to her, matching her rhythm.

"I don't need protection." She heard these lines before. You're a beautiful creature, let me show you how I can honor your body or Come home with me and I'll be your afternoon delight. Okay, no one said that to her, but they might as well have.

Rick was watching Al make his first move. He started dancing with her - or around her. She was not paying much attention to Al. Rick saw him put his hand on her waist, it was tame, but then Al put his other hand on her. Rick got a peek at her face, and she looked on edge – like she was going to snap at Al any second for ruining her time alone.

He knows the feeling. It's the same thing when he is writing. You disturb him and you can expect a chapter made especially for you. They would usually be the messy ones that involve a certain hooded figure carrying a lethal weapon.

She felt his hands on her waist. She would have let it slide if she did not feel him tug her against his body.

That is the last straw. Turning around, she found him grinning. "Well, this was fun but I think I need a drink."

Al's grin widened. "I'll join you."

"I think I can manage by myself. I'm a big girl after all." With that, she left the floor and Al behind.

Rick watched her walk away from Al. Guess she was not looking for a meaningless fling after all. And that would mean Rick won the bet.

Cool beans.

He smiled to himself, and drained the last bit of his drink. Al was still on the dance floor trying to coerce another girl to dance with him, but it did not look like he was having any luck.

Rick was facing the bar when the woman next to him ordered a Cranberry with Vodka.

He turned his head to find none other than the dancing queen herself, standing right next to him. He looked away, when she brought her wonderfully green eyes to his blue. Seriously? Now was the time to be shy?

"Was that your buddy over there?" She asked, while waiting for her drink.

Rick looked at her again. "Yea, uh, Al."

Smooth.

"You should tell him to keep his hands to himself or he won't have any left." She said plainly.

Rick turned his body so he was fully facing her. She got to see his broad shoulders more clearly. Not to mention his bulging biceps. His blue eyes looked magnificent. Luckily she knows how to control her facial expressions because she would have looked like she was on the verge of drooling.

"Sorry about him. He thinks he can have any woman that breathes." Al even said that one time. Does not mean it is true.

Rick could tell she was sizing him up. Thinking about whether or not he was worthy of her time. He could practically see her mind at work.

"And what about you? I'm sure you can have any girl in here." She said with a poker face that would be deadly during a game.

This was a test. Had to be.

Maybe the truth will be the best approach.

"You're probably right." He could tell she was expecting that or something similar to it from her nod. "But it does not mean I want to have any girl." He added, holding her gaze. There was no smugness – no cockiness.

What a charmer, she thought. He probably says this to all his girls.

Rick saw her look down. It was not a blush. That is a common line he uses and she knows it. He decides to watch what he says or he'll end up like every other guy here. Turned down and forgotten.

"Rough day?" He asked as he saw her take a swig of her drink.

"Try rough week." Two double homicides were not the best way to start off her week. The things someone can do to other people. The lives that were lost and family's loss really took a toll on her and her team. It was too much sometimes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His curiosity was almost at its peek. She is barely showing any interest in him, and yet, she is still there which means she might be interested. He notices the way her eyelids droop, and her arms tense every few minutes.

She was not caught off guard with the sincerity in his voice. She gets enough of that when people take the time to really look at her. "Thanks, but no. Part of the reason I am here is to be distracted."

"Oh, I see. Drop your top, let your hair down, go girls gone wild?" He joked.

She chuckled. Progress.

"Something like that. Except without the flashing boobs and profanity."

"Does dancing distract you?"

She looked at her glass on the bar. "It does. It gives me a chance to focus on the music and nothing else. It's a powerful thing," she said softly.

"Do you think there is room for one more during this time of power?" He asked while standing up. An encouraging smile was playing across his lips.

He wants to dance? She mulled it over. What could it hurt? He was being a gentleman. Sort of.

She led him to the middle of the dance floor, where it was most crowded - Al nowhere to be seen, thank God. The lights were flashing above them. It would probably give someone a seizure if they kept their eyes open for too long. But to everyone else, it set the perfect mood.

The song was playing a fast, and sensual beat.

Rick had to move closer to her because of the many bodies around them. They were facing each other. He felt her hand go around his neck playing with his hair. He moved one of his hands to her waist feeling just how slow she was moving.

He could smell her hair, and even though they were surrounded by sweat and alcohol, she smelled like a bed of roses. It was drawing him in.

She picked her head up to look into his blues. Or what was left of them. His eyes were darkening by the second. She knew exactly how she was affecting him.

His other hand wrapped around her lower back, bringing them even closer.

He had such masculine shoulders. Strong. His six-foot-plus height was engulfing her. It was like he was surrounding her from every angle, but wasn't. She titled her head down, barely touching his shoulder, his virile scent filling her up. That was not cologne. It had to be his natural scent. She definitely would not tire of his smell any time soon. Pheromones at its finest.

This was too much for him. She was not holding anything back as they moved like one. He spun her around so her back was to his chest. He could finally breath - settle his heart rate.

That didn't last long.

She began to move her hips and he almost let out a moan. Almost. He would not let her have such an affect on him, so he tightened his arms around her midsection and moved his body flush with hers.

She felt him again. Surrounding her, tightening his grip and blowing warm, cool, hot – she couldn't even fathom the temperature of his breath – on her ear. It was making her dizzy.

Nope, she was not going to give him the satisfaction of shivering against him. He didn't see her hand come up and gently touch his ear. It made him shiver from the way she was rubbing his lobe. That's right Mr. Charmer, two can play at this game, she thought.

"How are you doing there?" She said, turning her head, and sporting an evil grin.

He gulped silently, "Never better. Although, it's getting a little hot in here," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, do you need to go cool down?" She said with mock concern in her voice. "We can stop and take a breather."

She dropped her hand and was shifting away from him. There was a faint whimper, but she couldn't tell if it was him or her that made it.

Rick took her wrist and spun her back into his chest, face to face. "I think I can handle a few more minutes."

His deep voice was vibrating through his chest, transferring to hers, sending chills straight to her toes. She gave a breathless approval.

They were there for ten more minutes, teasing, touching, being free until they gave into their reluctance and went back to the bar, his hand at her back.

"So…" He began as they ordered their next round of drinks. Their glasses disappeared when they left for their dance.

"So." Her elbow was leaning on the counter, watching him think about where to start the conversation.

"You are a great dancer."

She could feel her cheeks burning. Damn, she really did not want to blush in front of him. Not after what was going on in their little dance.

The bartender returned with their drinks.

She took a sip through the straw, "So, what do you do?"

"I am not sure I should say. How do I know you are not going to follow me home, and kill me in my sleep? Probably end up doing unmentionable things to my lifeless body."

She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you got me. That was my plan from the very beginning." She snapped her fingers, "Damn."

"It's ok. If you are nice to me I will let you ravish my body anyway," he said raising an eyebrow.

"Are you sure you want that? I've been told I'm too much a woman for some men," she said emphasizing each word.

He swallowed. "How about you give me your name and I can show you just how much woman I can handle another time."

She bit her lip in the sexiest way a woman can bite her lip. "We'll see about the latter. I'm Kate."

"Rick." He stuck his hand out for her to shake. "So now that we are well acquainted with each other…what is it that you do?" He asked still holding her hand on the bar.

"Oh, no. Tit for tat, you never answered my question."

"Fair enough." He stood up taller. "I am a CIA operative hired to get vital intel on the one they call 'Kate'."

This earned him another chuckle. It felt good making her laugh. "Well, looks like you are going to be here for a while, because you are not getting anything."

He squeezed her hand. "I don't mind staying here with you. I might even change your mind and learn your life long dreams by some coercing and interrogating. I have ways to make a woman speak."

She slapped his shoulder with her free hand and a playful grin on her face.

"How about I get your number instead?" He was hesitant. That question pretty much sums up the night, and the answer you get tell you how you did. By the looks she was giving him, he thought he had pretty good chances of her giving it to him.

She was actually considering giving him her number, when she felt a hand grab her rear end.

Dammit, Al, Rick thought.

A/N: So this happened when i was bored in class. If it is totally repulsive and you think i should never consider about thinking about writing again...let me know - nicely - or tell me how to improve. Thanks for reading. If they seemed out of character...apologies. My excuse is that I'm not Andrew or Terri, or the rest of the amazing writers.