There was nothing he could do to escape me. Not with this lipstick and that bag. Oh and the tazer.

Yes, the tazer would help if things got a little out of hand. Once she put the finishing touches on her partner and made sure everything was just right, she stepped back to admire her work.

"I look ridiculous," her partner said.

"No, you look hot," she couldn't help giggling.

They'd gone undercover a few nights ago as hookers to try to lure in one of their suspects. Never in a million years did they think he'd choose her partner over her. She figured the perp had a thing for somewhat masculine women. When the guys at the station heard they news, their teasing was relentless. Unfortunately for Jake, there was no way for him to get out of the situation. In order to get the guy, he had to keep up the act.

"Trust me, that shade of red on your lips will have him spilling his secrets before you even have to get personal with the guy." Not holding in the laughter any longer, she bent over as it overtook her, making her shoulders shake.

"I'm glad you're getting a kick out of this whole thing. This is the last time I let you talk me into one of your stupid ideas," he angrily spat out as he crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his Christian LaBoutin covered foot.

"Relax. The bag has a bug and a tazer inside. The guy gets too frisky and you can just call for backup or shock the hell out of him. Hell, all you have to do is get him in a choke hold. You tower over the little guy."

Grabbing the bag with a little attitude, Jake slung it over his shoulder and took one last look in the mirror before adjusting his wig and opening the door. Before he stepped out he said, "Just so you know, your lipstick makes me look like a whore."

"That's the point!" she yelled before falling back on the bed in fits of giggles.