Author Note: Kind a fluffy little chapter. If you haven't heard The song My special Angel by Bobby helms I suggest listening to it at some point. It'll make you smile especially with this chapter.

Chapter 3: My Special Angel

Despite its close proximity from the court house Barba had never been in. It was a quiet 50's style dinner. Complete with old advertisements hanging from the walls and more red vinyl and chrome edging then you could shake a stick at.

It was mostly empty. An older gentleman sat at the counter and a waitress with curly blond hair and bright red lipstick stood in front of him talking. She looked up and smiled. She gesture towards them telling to seat themselves. They walked a little ways in and sat at a booth. Barba looked around the diner the walls. They were covered in what he could only call interesting conversation starters.

Standing at the far end of the diner was an old jukebox. Music played softly from it. loud enough to be heard but not too loud to be annoying. All of the music was 50's and it was mostly upbeat.

Barba looked across the table at Olivia and smiled. There eyes' met and she smiled back. The waitress quickly made her way to their table.

"Two cups of coffee please." Barba said

The waitress looked at him for a moment wrote down his order and walked away. She returned a moment later with to hot cups of coffee.

"There ya go hun enjoy." She said with a quick smile before returning to the counter and her conversation.

Barba's attention quickly turned back to Olivia.

"How are you doing?" He asked her, raising his cup. His eye brows slightly knitted together. He had been worried about her.

" Fine. I'm not in pain you can stop looking at me like that." She said in a reassuring tone. Raising her cup as well and taking a sip.

Barba relaxed a little.

"Still, how have things been?" He asked in a slightly more calm tone. Implying two friends catching up rather than the worry that was clearly written all over his face.

"Fine, I miss you, and the squad. I miss work. I feel trapped. I want to move on but I just can't seem to." Her voice now striking a slightly worried tone.

"Well you only have another week. It's not too much." Barba said reaching across the table and covering her hand with his. Her hand was cold. And he ran his thumb back and forth over it trying to warm it but also trying to be comforting.

Olivia smiled at the contact.

"You're really cold. How long were you out there waiting for me?" Barba said moving his eyes from their hands back to Olivia's eyes.

"Not long. I've been cold a lot lately."

"Probably from the blood loss. You'll warm back up. Might just have to wait to thaw out with the city in the spring." He said with a slight chuckle.

Olivia smiled.

"Yeah your probably right" She replied

Barba looked at Olivia. This wasn't the time to tell her. He knew that. But he felt like a school boy with a big surprise he wanted to just blurt it out; especially now. Holding her hand watching her fiddle with her cup and bit her lower lip. He hand never seen someone who could captivate him with just the smallest of actions. But she could.

Olivia looked up at Barba.

"You're staring." She said with a slight giggle.

Barba blushed and looked away.

"It's fine. What's on your mind." She said trying to reassure him

"Oh…um…" He stuttered. He didn't want to tell her what he had been thinking. It was not only unprofessional but it was also embarrassing.

"Come on Rafael tell me what you're thinking." She said slightly teasing him.

'There it was again.' Barba thought to himself. His first name on her lips. This time she was sitting right in front of him. He felt like warm melting butter. His heart rate tripled. The corners of his mouth turned up and his cheeks flushed with red.

"I…I um…I was wondering if I could make you dinner…sometime…" Barba managed to mutter out.

Barba looked up at Olivia. She had a bright smile on her face and a pink tint to her cheeks.

"That sounds wonderful." She said with a nod.

Barba tried to recomposes himself. He removed his hand from hers. Then ran it over his face and took the last sip of his coffee. His eyes looked back to her. She giggled slightly.

"How about a week from tonight. It'll be the night before you go back to work. You'll get a nice meal. And I'll make sure your home in time to get a good night's rest before work. I'll even come pick you up." Barba said in a rushed yet giddy tone. He was exited she had agreed.

"I think I can get myself to and from, but a week from tonight sounds good to me." She said with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan." He was grinning so hard it was almost painful.

Barba stood and walked to the counter to pay the tab. As he walked back he began to hum to himself. He was humming along to the song emanating from the jukebox.

When he reached the table he held out his hand and she took it. He helped her to her feet and they headed for the door.

Just as they reach the door and Barba pulled it open for them to walk through he felt Olivia's hand slip into his and lace her fingers with his. She didn't look back at him they just silently exited the diner and then stood there hold hands. They turned and looked at each other for a moment then Olivia pulled her hand away.

Barba's smile slightly fell. Secretly he wondered if this beautiful woman felt the same way for him That he felt for her. Wondered if there would ever be a time when things would work out that way.

"I better get going. I've got a lot to get done." Barba said.

"Okay" she replied

She moved her body close to his and wrapped her arms around him. Barba was momentarily shocked but quickly responded hugging her back. He held her tight in his arms he never wanted to let go. But as he felt her move slightly he released her. Once again he was staring at her. This time however she was staring back. Their eyes were locked. And for a moment it felt like only the two of them existed. No one else on the busy New York side walk was even there. She broke the eye contact first looking down at the ground and slightly biting her lip.

"I'll see you later." She said with a smile.

"Next week." He responded

Olivia laughed softly and nodded.

"I'll call you tonight okay? Get home safely." He said.

She nodded again, and began to walk away. He watched her for few moments before she melted away into the crowd on the street then he turned the other way. He smiled brightly to himself. And began to hum again. Still slightly being able to hear the music from the dinner.