Dedicated to my good friend JJ for his birthday. Here's to many more. This still doesn't mean we're friends though :p

It had been a long day...long week she should say. She just finished closing a case that took almost two weeks to solve. It was a gruesome homicide. The victim's brother killed her and her son. He was living with them for a few months and his sister was about to kick him out of her apartment. He didn't take that well and killed them both in their sleep before removing their fingers, shaving their heads, and trying to remove any ounce of how they could identify them from their bodies. He then dumped them in a landfill. Kate didn't have any siblings, but she still had no idea how someone was capable of doing that to their sister and their nephew. The boy was only eight years old and had done nothing wrong. She didn't understand it.

However, she didn't understand most of the homicides that she investigated. She had been doing this for sometime now, but she still wasn't used to some of the things that she saw. There were some days where she came home, especially when she first started, where she just wanted to quit because she hated seeing this. Then she remembered though why she became a cop. It wasn't just to solve her mother's murder. It was to get justice for the other victims that were taken from this world too soon.

Kate locked the door to her apartment and took her boots off. She then hung up her jacket and took off her scarf as well. She hated that it was still cold out, even though it was "spring". She placed her keys on the table before she headed into her room. She placed her badge on the dresser, put her gun away, took off her mother's necklace and her dad's watch, and placed her phone on the dresser as well. She stripped from her clothes and put on her oversize NYPD t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. She put her hair up in a ponytail before she grabbed her phone and headed out of her room and to her sofa.

She dialed the number, that she knew by heart, to order her dinner. She didn't need a menu, she knew what she wanted and as soon as Harry heard her voice, he would know too.

"Hello?"

She was confused. This wasn't Harry and she wasn't even sure if this was Szechuan Village, since he didn't say anything to tell her that it was.

"Is this Szechuan Village?"

She heard a chuckle. "I really need to change my number. Either that or I need to learn how to make some Chinese food and make a profit off of the multiple times people have called me to ask me that."

She looked at her phone and saw that she miss dialed. "Oh, I'm sorry..."

He cut her off. "What's so great about Szechuan Village? Shun Lee Palace has so much better food."

Kate laughed. "Have you ever had Szechaun's egg rolls and their shrimp fried rice?"

"I have not."

"Well, when you do, then you can tell me what is so great about it."

"Tell me something though, have you've ever had Shun Lee's dumplings?"

"I have not, but I have had their ribs."

"Oh, well see there's your problem. You don't get ribs at a restaurant like that."

"Are you a food critic where you know this?"

"No, I'm just a guy that knows not to order ribs at a Chinese restaurant."

"I didn't know that was a thing to know."

"It definitely is. If you want ribs, you need to go to a barbecue restaurant."

"Like Mighty Quinn's?"

"Exactly like Mighty Quinn's. I'm ashamed that a Mighty Quinn's lover ordered ribs elsewhere."

She smiled. "I was desperate."

"Apparently." He looked at the clock on his laptop screen and closed the blank word document, knowing he wasn't going to be writing anything anyways. He hadn't been able to write anything good in over two years. "Do you go to Mighty Quinn's often?"

She shook her head. "Not as much as I would like to. My job keeps me away. I usually just head to Remy's if I want to sit down for a meal and not order take out or catch the comfort food truck."

"Every time I get the comfort food truck, I end up asking the cook to marry me and he's not my type. Too much man, not enough woman."

She laughed. "I'm sure he feels the same way if he hasn't taken you up on your offer."

"That's what I tell my ego."

She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "I'm Kate."

He smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Kate. I'm Rick. I have to say, Kate, you are by far the best wrong number I have ever had."

She bit her bottom lip. "Well as much as I was hoping to talk to Harry at Szechuan Village, you're not so bad yourself. If only you delivered Chinese food, you'd be perfect."

"I better taking a cooking class because I see you being my best tipper."

"I guess that really depends on how good your egg rolls are."

"Note to self, learn how to make egg rolls sooner rather than later."

She laughed. "So since you're obviously not a chef for a Chinese restaurant, what do you do Rick?"

"I'm a writer." He didn't want to tell her what he wrote about or who he was just yet. His last few books weren't good and he didn't want her to judge him if she had read them. Even though they had only been talking for a few minutes, he wanted to get to know this woman, wanted to meet her, wanted to see if she was as beautiful in person as her voice sounded. He didn't want her to hang up on him or treat him any differently.

"Isn't that what everyone in New York says that camp out at Starbucks with their laptops?"

He laughed. "Yea, well, if we say it enough maybe someday someone will believe us. What about you, Kate? What do you do?"

"I'm a homicide detective."

His interest in her just went from 100 to 1000. "Homicide? I was not expecting that."

"What were you expecting?"

He was silent for a second. "I...I don't really know, but not that."

She smirked, glad that she could surprise him. She reached for her laptop, that was sitting on the coffee table and opened it up. She could order her food online without having to hang up on Rick. "What do you write about?"

"I like to write mysteries."

She googled the restaurant, so that she would be brought to their website. "Oh?"

"I'm working on something now, but I'm not sure how to put my thoughts on paper."

She clicked on the shrimp fried rice and the egg roll before starting to type out her address. "What's the plot?"

He leaned back in his chair. "I want to develop a new character, move from the spy character I once used, and do something different. Have them be a strong lead character...but I don't know what they're up against or what their background would be."

She placed her order and closed her laptop, placing on the empty seat next to her. "I see, so basically you don't have much."

He sighed. "No. I seemed to have lost my inspiration for writing. I knew I wanted to be a writer after reading this James Bond novel, but I don't want to just write James Bond like characters."

"Understandable."

"How did you know you wanted to be a cop?"

She bit her bottom lip, not sure if she wanted to tell him this or not. She wasn't sure who this guy was. She just had a name and a phone number. "Someone close to me was murdered."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thank you. I always wanted to solve her case, so being a cop was what I thought was best in order to do that."

"How long has it been a cold case for?"

"Too long."

There was silence for a bit before he spoke again. "I'm sorry, Kate. I have a feeling that someday, you'll find out what happened."

She smiled softly. "I hope so too. In the meantime, I get justice for other victims." She was going to say more, but then she heard the doorbell ring. "Hang on a second, Rick." She got off of the sofa and got her money out of her coat pocket before checking the peep hole. She saw it was indeed her Chinese food. She opened the door and thanked the man for her food before closing and locking the door again. "You still there?"

"I'm here. Did you get shrimp fried rice and an egg roll?"

She smiled. "I did."

"So did I."

She smiled. "You ordered from Szechuan Village?'

"Well, you did recommend I try it and there's no time like the present."

She sat down on the sofa and opened up the bag of food. "What are you going to try first?"

"Egg roll."

She smiled. "Good choice."

He was waiting until he didn't hear the shuffling of bags anymore before he took his first bite. He let out a small groan. "Alright, detective. I see your point."

She smiled brightly. "And you didn't even try the shrimp yet."

"Oh, I don't need to. I'm going to ask them for their recipe because if I can't make my egg rolls like these, you won't call me again."

She smirked. "Well, maybe I'd give you one more try before I take my business elsewhere."

They made small talk as they ate their dinner "together. She told him that she grew up in New York, as did he, and told him about her early days of being a cop. He seemed very interested in her professional life and for once, she didn't mind that. She wasn't sure why she felt so comfortable talking to this man about herself, about her job, about her life. She had no idea who this man was, yet she trusted him.

After dinner, she noticed that they had been talking for about two hours now. Time was really flying by and she was pretty sure her phone was going to die on her in a few minutes. She didn't want to be disconnected from him, so she said her goodbyes. "Rick..."

"Yea?"

"Can I call you tomorrow? About the same time?"

He smiled. "Until tomorrow, detective."

"Goodnight."