"We've narrowed down the possible locations. These three are most likely based on the GPS system we recovered from McKinney's car," Antonio pointed to three points on the map, each circled in red.

Hank scratched at his chin, considering the distance between each point. They were too far apart to hit one at a time.

"Each location is pretty open," Hailey sighed, "can't position ourselves too close, and no way to place more officers without being spotted."

Well, the bad news just kept coming. "Alright. We'll split up and watch each location, radio in when we get eyes on Braun," He did see the protest about to spring from Jay, so added "I'll pull a few uniforms for tomorrow as back up," Jay rocked back on his heels, and clenched his jaw, letting it go. "Once the meet is confirmed, we'll have to move quickly." They each nodded that they understood. He looked around at his squad, taking note of the tired eyes that gazed back at him. This chase had been running them all ragged for two, very long, weeks. They couldn't afford mistakes when taking this final step: putting the guy in cuffs. Since there wasn't much they needed to do now, except wait until that very moment, he could give them a short break. Rest was more important. "We'll go over details first thing in the morning."

The squad took that as the dismissal it was and began packing up for the night, while Hank went downstairs to the rollup to book the cage's current occupant.

When he returned upstairs, the bullpen was almost empty; just one lone detective remained. Antonio was standing at his desk, smiling at something on his phone. He must have been on his way out since he had his jacket on and keys in hand. He looked up when Hank pulled his office door closed.

"McKinney?" the detective asked, nodding towards the stairs to the roll-up.

"Cozied in for the night," Hank replied, shrugging on his jacket with a smirk.

"Alright," Antonio's phone chirped, and he smiled softly as he typed out a quick reply. When the reply "swished" out, he flashed up his phone for Hank to see, "My mom took the kids to New York. They're having a great time."

"That's great," Hank chuckled. He walked alongside Antonio to the stairs, "Hey, I'm gonna grab a bite to eat. Care to join?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

"C'mon. I'll drive."

"Honest to God, he said that," Antonio laughed, trying to catch his breath, "My kid's a con artist." he tacked on, taking a drink from his beer.

Hank shook his head as he laughed, trying to put together the image he had from the last time he had seen Antonio's son with the mouthy kid his partner was currently describing.

"Justin was like that," Hank mused, remembering some of his son's less impressive exploits, "The things he'd say. He could really run his mouth. Could talk his way into a situation just as well as he could talk his way out of one. Luckily, Camille had an impressive bullshit monitor, so he rarely got away with it."

"Kids, man" Antonio shook his head fondly.

"I hear you."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the murmur of conversation around them and a 'Hawks game playing on the tv, volume turned low, filling the air. This was good. It beat the lonely nights at home, alone in his apartment. Got his mind off the case they were working and the big day they had tomorrow.

But, of course, work was always just a thought away. A department memo from that morning sprang to mind. He was planning to bring it up to his friend after their case wrapped up, but this seemed as good a time as any.

"The sergeant's exam is coming up. Have you considered taking it?"

Antonio's eyes lit up, "What, you tired of me already, Sarge?"

"No of course not," Hank defended.

"I'm just messing with you," Antonio laughed. He took a moment as if considering his words, but he had a grin on his face, so at least it wasn't something negative holding back his response, "I saw the memo. And I did consider it," He met Hank's eyes, "a while ago. But, honestly, I'm happy where I am. I'm proud of the work we do."

"You could do a lot of good leading a unit of your own," Hank felt the need to point out.

Antonio nodded, "True. It's not just that. Intelligence has seen me through my ups and downs, got me through some pretty rough spots these years," his eyes turned soft, and he seemed to lose himself in his thoughts for a moment. Then he smiled, "Intelligence is my family. And I hope to stay as long as the good Lord lets me."

The words brought a sort of calm to Hank. He would have accepted it if Antonio had said he was looking to possibly transfer out, but all the same, he was happy to hear his friend was choosing to stay.

Teasingly, Antonio asked, "Are you planning to make Lieutenant anytime soon?"

Hank snorted, "So they can park me at a desk? To ride 'til the end of days?"

They both couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that.

"Hey," Antonio raised his beer, "To family: blood and otherwise."

Hank raised his beer, "Family."