A/N: Short chapter but it's going have to do until the weekend because summer break is winding down, meaning an increase in the amount of preparation I have to do, meaning more work. But anyway, hope you guys enjoy and thanks for all the wonderful support. Don't forget to review.

Rafael walked into the small café located down the street from the office. He was on his lunch break and wanted to take the given time to get away from the hustle and bustle of the job. He walked up to the cash register seeing as though he was next in line.

"Morning Counselor," The teenaged cashier greeted cheerfully. "You want the normal?"

Barba nodded.

The girl walked off to prep the order. As she did so, Barba took the time to observe his surroundings. The café was nearly empty, with only about a dozen people there. The outside sun shone brightly through the glass windows.

"Your order," The cashier announced as she arrived with his order. He turned around and accepted the drink.

"Thanks,"

The girl smiled. "No problem."

Barba had expected a lot of things that day, but running into someone and spilling his just made coffee was not one of those things.

"Oh my god," He heard someone apologize. "I'm so sorry."

When he looked up from his coffee stained clothing, Barba's eyes widened in shock. "Julia?"

Ignoring him, Julia, snapped at the girl behind the counter. "Go get some paper towels!"

"I'm so sorry," She apologized again to Barba.

"I… it's fine but what are you doing here?" When the counter girl came back, he took the paper towels she offered and attempted to clean up the mess.

Julia pulled out a folded piece of paper from her back pocket. "You're going to see your wife after this, right?"

Rafael crumpled up the paper towels and went to throw them away before heading to an empty table. Unfortunately, Julia followed him the whole time. "Yes, I am."

She settled in the booth across from him and handed over the paper. "You left the warrant on your desk,"

"You went in my office?"

"To deliver paperwork."

"Ok…" He drawled. "Thanks, I guess."

Julia's eyes darted around the shop and she nibbled on her lip when silence overcame their table. "I hope you don't mind, but I've been wondering something."

"What is it?" Barba questioned.

She leaned forward, pressing her forearms into the table. "Don't you find it odd that after the five years you and your wife have been married, she stills prefers to be called by her maiden name?

Rafael blew out a heavy sigh. "Julia-"

"Just hear me out," She insisted, raising both his hands defensively. "By not using your last name, it's like she doesn't want people to know that you guys are married."

"Don't question my marriage," He snapped.

"I'm not questioning it." Julia responded quickly. "All I'm saying is that if I was your wife-"

"But you're not."

Julia was getting pissed. Her jaw clenched, but whatever she was feeling on the inside she hid well. "But if I was, I would take your last name because we would be married and that's what married people do. And when married couples have different last names, the public thinks that something is wrong within the marriage."

"Well, Olivia and I never cared much for public opinion." Rafael gathered his stuff hastily and stood up from the booth. "I'm leaving because I just about had enough of this conversation."

Julia's once harden looked began to fade. "Rafi-"

"Do not call me that." He spoke low and harsh with his tone being short and clipped. "To you, I am Mr. Barba. I am your boss and you work for me. And do not question my wife's love for me and don't question our marriage."

"Fine, be that way."

Satisfied, Rafael nodded and turned to walk away. Before he could get out of arms reach, Julia called out to him. "Oh and Happy early anniversary Mr. Barba. Tell Sergeant Benson I said congrats."