They exchanged looks that communicated more than words ever could as they pressed their bodies against the brick and graffiti covered wall, guns held at the ready in their hands. He mouthed one, two and out loud filling dark night came three as together as if one person they entered the building making a quick sweep of their new surroundings.
"Clear." She spoke this time, as they both hostiled their weapons. Quickly as the adrenaline was built up to a boiling up it seized as if nothing was there at all. For that she was grateful, calm and safe was always a preference she held. Without him saying a word she knew you yearned for more, for a case, yelling, anything more exciting than an empty room.
"Maybe next time Bobby." He turns grinning, yeah she had the thoughts right on.