The sound of two glasses clinking echoed through the tomb like room as he removed them from their hiding spot in the book case.
The sun was setting, casting the room in a golden glow and Frank's eyes lingered the shadows cast by the items on the shelves.
He didn't turn as the door opened behind him. There was a pause as his right hand woman looked at the empty desk then the clearing of the throat when she spotted him as he stepped away from the wall.
"Sir?" A small facial tick was all that gave away Baker's uncertainty.
Frank smiled disarmingly, "Come on in Detective."
She took another step in, letting the door swing closed behind her, eyes not leaving the commissioner as he turned back to pour a finger of scotch into each of the two glasses.
He placed the bottle down with a quick tightening of the cap and straightened, holding out one glass to her.
With a tilt of her head she accepted the glass but did not bring it to her lips.
Frank nodded, understanding the silent question, "Just thought we could take a moment." He smiled sadly at her, "It's our anniversary after all."
**A/N - I am fascinated by Baker's character and her relationship with her boss. At several points throughout the show he makes a point of asserting that she is a highly qualified detective, complete with a medal of honor - so how what was her path to her current position?
So much of her character comes from not what she says but the silent looks exchanged between her and Frank, like a sideline commentary. And there are times that, while always respectful, she pushes the typical boundaries one might expect of someone in her role.
I don't see anything romantic there but there is definite respect and a deeper connection implying a history between the two of them, this is a story exploring that history.
This story is told much from Det. Baker's point of view but is Frank-centric even though he doesn't reappear until Chap 3.**