Disclaimer: I do not own The Closer.

Author's Note: I decided to give Julio Sanchez some loving. And, no, this does not mean that I'm giving up on my other stories. Just had to get this out of my brain and off my hard drive, if you will. Please, be kind. This is my first Closer story.

Pairing: Julio Sanchez/OFC

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Handsome

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Julio Sanchez glanced at the bartender, signaling for another beer. It had been a long week and the team was out for a Friday night drink at the local watering hole. The rest of the team had left already, slowly making their way into the night. He didn't have the pressing need to end his night. It had been months since his temporary foster son had gone back to Mexico with his mother and his house had become decidedly quiet.

"Evening, Stan. I'll have a tequila, straight, with a diet Coke chaser, please," came a feminine voice beside him.

Julio glanced to his right, dark eyes narrowing. The young woman, slim but curvy with shoulder-length red hair, was sliding onto the stool beside him. She didn't look like a badge bunny, but it was possible. And he didn't recall seeing her any police functions. So why was she in a cop bar?

She had her focus on the bartender. "Or more exactly, a 3 Amigos Reposado, please," she ordered, waiting momentarily for the quick nod before watching the bartender pull down the brown, wood-stoppered bottle. "And keep it coming, please." A woman who could shift into flawless Spanish—not terribly uncommon in a heavily Latino city like Los Angeles, he thought. No rings on her hands either, he noted. Either she was unmarried or not a big believer in jewelry. He leaned towards the former as he watched her set her purse on the bar top, pulling out a pair of glasses and a touch-screen phone from its depths. She scrolled through screens, tapping lightly on the screen as a pensive look captured her face.

"Rough week?" asked Julio, sidling a little closer.

"You could say that," the woman sighed.

"Anything I can do to make it better?" he asked softly, almost brushing against her.

She glanced up from her phone, a frown ghosting her full lips before it shifted into a small smile. Late twenties or early thirties, he decided. "Don't think you can but thank you for the offer, handsome." She turned her attention back to her phone, shutting down the device before placing it back in her purse. He noted she didn't take off her glasses, though.

"You think I'm handsome?"

~The End~