HELLO! This is a fic that I've been writing down in my head, but never really wrote it down. But now I have, so I hope you like it, and I hope that it does this amazing show justice.

Disclaimer: I do not own the show or any of the original characters. Though, I would not object to owning Aaron Tveit...

"Mikey!" A voice boomed into Mike's room, startling him awake. Through his sleepy gaze, he saw Briggs standing in the doorway. "Come on, sleeping beauty, we got work to do." He encouraged before disappearing down the hall again. With a grunt, Mike let his head fall back on his all too comfortable pillow, and happened to glance at his alarm clock. It was 6:00 a.m. Today was supposed to be his day-off.

However, he was not one to argue with authority. Begrudgingly, he pushed himself out of bed, quickly and almost automatically made his bed military style, and threw on a navy blue tank top and jeans. It had been about a month since he had first moved into Graceland, a place where FBI, Customs, and DEA agents live. Originally, he had requested to be placed in Quantico, but then last minute was shipped to the West Coast.

Mike glanced in the mirror just to see if he was a total mess. His short blonde hair was just a bit awry, which was abnormal since Mike kept it looking professional all the time. A couple of bags had formed under his blue eyes that matched the ocean just outside his window, mysterious and fathomless. Probably from doing late night research on Briggs again. Ever since being assigned to investigate his training officer at Graceland, Mike had been working tirelessly, tracking his credit cards, and even digging into his past investigations that he had lead. But of course, Briggs couldn't know about any of it, so it all had to be done in secret, meaning late at night. Deciding that he looked good enough for the time being, Mike Warren strolled out of his room, and made his way down to the kitchen.

Paul Briggs was sitting at the dining room table, eating half of an orange and oatmeal, while Johnny, who was seated in the seat across from him, was explaining, well, more like bragging, about a girl he had just hooked up with the night before. Mike couldn't help but smile. There was always two things on Johnny's mind, and everyone in Graceland was convinced that he couldn't think of anything else: Girls and work, but most of the time, girls.

Quietly, he made his way to the fridge to get some orange juice, when Johnny stopped his story to see who was moving about. "Hey, yo, Mikey! You sleep well, bro?" He greeted a little too cheerfully.

"Why don't you ask me that after I've had a chance to wake up." Mike responded, sipping on the orange juice, and making his way to the table.

"Aw, what's the matter, sunshine?" Briggs teased. "Too much booze, and not enough snooze?"

"I didn't drink that much." Mike defended, recalling the night before when the group had gone down to their favorite bar, The Drop. "Besides, it was my understanding that I had the day-off today."

"Yeah, well, something important just came up." Briggs said, sitting forward in his chair and leaning his elbows on the table. "Last night, an important contact came into town."

"A contact? Meaning a dealer?" Mike reasoned, already thinking of a million different possibilities for a cover.

Briggs shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Not exactly. Let's just say, she knows a lot about many different operations going on, and we just happen to be on a friendly basis with her."

Mike's eyebrows twitched. "She?"

"Yeah, and she's a real hot one, too." Johnny chided, biting into his breakfast burrito.

"And by 'hot', I hope you mean she's a spit-fire." Briggs said, giving Johnny one of his infamous secret looks. Johnny avoided his gaze. "Because there is no doubt, Mike, she will talk circles around you like a merry-go-round at Disneyland."

"So, what exactly are talking here?" Mike asked, also leaning forward in his chair.

"Very basic exchange." Briggs answered. "Your job will be to establish contact with her, and see if you can gain some insight on the Heraldo case. I assume you read that report." Mike nodded. Heraldo Monterro was a minor drug lord in the area, but was gaining fame and fortune fast. The FBI was keeping close tabs on him. Mike had read the report forward and backward, like he had for any other case. "We'll be listening in on the whole thing, no guns, no handcuffs, just information. Got it?"

Mike nodded again. "Sounds easy enough." He stood up to return the orange juice to the fridge. Unknown to him, Johnny and Briggs exchanged knowing looks.

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