Undercover

"Fastlane. Asslane," Martha said out of nowhere.

At the time, the door flung off its hinges. Windows shattered. Smoke filled the room. Swat team members poured in like stirred ants. They swiftly apprehended Meagan and Kells. Handcuffed, the police marched the porn queen and the drug dealer out of the room.

With a wide smile, Martha made her way through the smoke and over to the bed. She glanced down upon the naked, shivering couple. She shook her head. "So, um, this is gonna be awkward around the office."

"Fuck you, Martha." Tiffani gathered up her clothes, and on her toes, darted to the far corner of the room to change.

Van stood to his feet at Martha's side, both watching as Tiffani made her exit. He exhaled a big breath. "...in the line of duty."