"I'll tell you what. You get started. I'll go grab us some dinner and meet you back here." It wasn't a question. Before Angie had the chance to respond to Vega, he had turned and headed toward the elevators. Angie smiled to herself, happy to be spending some time with Vega that wasn't solely focused on catching a killer or watching out for Mark's presence.

Contrary to what most might think, Angie was not jealous of Mark and Samantha. Even though she did get a twinge of annoyance whenever she saw them together, flirting and leaning in close, that had more to do with letting go of her memories of what Mark used to mean to her than any current infatuation. And maybe some frustration that the new woman in his life was so young and alluring. She was jealous, though. Because they had a courage she longed for. They seemed able to openly acknowledge their feelings for one another. It wasn't a secret. She wished she could do the same. Instead, she'll settle for platonic camaraderie and an evening of paperwork.

"Ribs, please," Angie called out after him teasingly, knowing he only buys ribs from a little hole in the wall joint on the other side of the city. Say what you want about him, but Vega has very particular standards when it comes to ribs. She wasn't surprised when she heard him say gruffly, "Pushing it," and continue in his way. He'd probably go to the Thai place three blocks down because that was his favorite late-night-on-the-job food. She didn't mind though. He always brought her back something delicious even though he never asked her what she liked. At that, she pushed her partner out of her mind and sat down to get some work done. After all, none of their hard work would pay off if they didn't have the paperwork to prosecute.