Logan POV

We stopped the car a couple of blocks away from Luka's alley hangout in Brooklyn. I climbed out of the car and then let him out of the back.

"We'll be right back," I told Carolyn with a grin. I led Luka by the elbow over to a dumpster on a darkened side street.

"You gonna kill me now?" he asked me with fear.

"I should," I told him. "But I won't if you do this right."

"I will. I swear."

And just for good measure, just because I was still so pissed at him for giving Carolyn up and nearly getting her killed, I grabbed a piece of rebar out of the dumpster and held it against his throat.

"You're going to keep your ear to ground. And whenever she asks you for information, you're going to give it to her. Everything. Got it? Jaywalking. Littering. You see a crime going down, you tell her about it. Are we clear?"

"Yeah, yeah. I got it."

"And you don't talk about her to anybody."

"I won't."

"If you're lying to us about these cops…"

"I'm not lying!"

"Alright. We'll do this thing tonight. And then you crawl back under your rock. If we need you, we'll find you. But if you rat her out again…"

"Never."

"Okay," I said. I gave him a hard stare for several more seconds, just so that he knew for sure I meant business. Then I tossed the rebar back into the dumpster and went back to the car.

Luka had told us that Taggart and Woody usually came by just before the end of their shift. A quick call to the desk sergeant had told us that their shift ended at one a.m.

I had parked the car close enough to have a view of the opening of the alley. We were going to see if those two showed up to shake down Luka. If they did, we'd catch them.

"You roughed him up, didn't you?" Carolyn asked me when I got in the car.

"Who me?"

"Mike."

"Nah. I didn't do anything. I just wanted to make sure he knew the rules."

She didn't say anything for a few minutes. I knew that she knew what I'd done. And it probably irritated her a little, but I knew she also understood it. Or I hoped so anyway.

"You think Jocelyn Moser is in this thing?" she asked finally. I breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't going to chew my ass.

"Yeah. It's got to be her. Either that, or someone who hasn't made a blip on the radar yet."

"You think they're out there yet?" I checked my watch.

"Probably just about."

We were quiet again. I turned on the police scanner and set it to the Long Island frequency.

"What do you think of the whole Ross thing?" I asked.

"I think Bobby might be better off to just quit. Ross is going to have a hard time changing how he treats him after all this time. And for him to just believe that Bobby would do that? I don't know if I'd get over that."

"Yeah. Moran is yanking his chain."

I started to say more when the radio crackled to life.

"We've got a 10-54I at 1078 Berkshire Road." I sat up straight in the seat. That was Jocelyn Moser's address, and 10-54 was an ambulance request. But it kept going.

"We also have a 10-59 and a 10-13 at the same location. Please advise."

"Holy shit," I said. "The place is on fire?"

"We need to get out there."

"It'll all be over by the time we get there," I said. But I still started the engine. And then I saw Woody and Taggart stroll down the road toward Luka's hangout.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I yelled out, slamming my fist into the dash. "What do you want to do?"

"This. We do this first," Carolyn said calmly. It was a damn good thing she was calm because I wasn't. "Mike. They'll be fine. Let's go catch these assholes."

Alex POV

I couldn't think about Bobby. I had to catch Jocelyn. It went against every fiber of my being to leave him in that house, but realistically, I knew that while he was hurt, he was conscious and moving and he would be able to get out. And we had a suspect to catch.

I could see Jocelyn ahead of me. She was going for the car and I didn't think I was going to make it to her before she got in, but our SUV had her blocked.

"NYPD! Stop!" I shouted again. I was gaining ground. I sprinted across the front yard and was about fifty feet away from her when she climbed into the driver's seat. The car was running, so all she had to do was slam it into gear. She did.

She whipped the car into the front yard and started barreling down on me. I stopped and aimed quickly before firing off my entire clip into the windshield. The car veered wildly and hit a tree. I ran over to the driver's side.

"Jocelyn Moser! Get out of the car!"

And then something in the house blew. The back of the house was completely engulfed and I couldn't see Bobby anywhere. And because my attention moved from my suspect to the house, Jocelyn kicked me in the gut with both feet.

I fell back on my ass and she climbed out of the car and took off running again. Shit.

"Goren!" I shouted out even though I was running in the opposite direction. I prayed fervently that he was out of the house. My gun was useless at this point so I tossed it and pulled out my cell phone and jammed in 9-1-1.

"This is Detective Eames with the NYPD Major Case Squad, badge number 5798, requesting immediate back-up, along with an ambulance and a fire truck to 1078 Berkshire Road. Possible officer down."

I didn't wait for a response, but instead just crammed my cell back into my pocket and kept chasing after Jocelyn. Damn, why did they always have to run?

She crossed the road and headed for the woods on the other side. If she got in there, I was in trouble. I threw myself at her and grabbed her at her knees. We both went down hard, but came up swinging. She was desperate to escape and I was desperate to get back to Bobby. We both had everything to lose.

My punch landed first and caught her in the jaw. She caught me with a glancing blow to the cheek, but I managed to wrestle her underneath me and pin her arms under my legs.

"It's over!" I shouted. "Lay still!"

"Fuck you!"

She was so not what I had been expecting. Innocent wife my ass. I took a breath for a second since I had her under control and then I spun her over and got her hands cuffed behind her back. Then I jerked her to her feet.

"Goren!" I shouted again into the darkness. Please God, please God. I made a promise to myself right then and there that if we made it out of this mess, then I was going to confess everything to Ross immediately.

"Goren!" I called again as I dragged Jocelyn back across the front yard.

"Shut up," she spat out. I shoved her hard and she tripped, falling onto her face. I hauled her back to her feet and kept walking towards the blazing house.

"Eames!" Finally. It was faint, but I could tell he was outside. And I could hear sirens. I hustled her along faster until I could finally see Bobby in the grass in the front of the house. He had managed to get several yards off the porch, but I could tell from the way he was sitting that he was in pain.

I stopped by Jocelyn's car and quickly undid her cuffs and then reattached them through the busted out window. And then I could finally do what I'd been wanting to do all along. I ran to Bobby.

"You got her?" he asked me.

"I got her. We need to get you further away from the house," I told him. "Can you walk if I help you?"

"You're bleeding," he said. I reached my hand up to my cheek and felt the moisture.

"Yeah, well so are you. Come on."

I helped him to his feet and we made it to the driveway just as the fire truck arrived, followed closely by the cops.

"Detective Eames?" the first officer asked as he got out of the car. I nodded and showed him my badge and filled him in on the events.

"Can you transport the suspect back to Manhattan? I didn't read her her rights yet."

"We'll take care of it."

I talked Bobby into letting the EMT look at his leg. Miraculously, it didn't appear to be broken, but he was going to have a hell of a bruise there. His face was swollen and starting to discolor already, but his neuro-check was okay.

"You're pretty tough, aren't you?" I asked him once we were heading back toward 1PP.

"She swung like a girl," he teased. I was glad he was in good spirits, because I knew he had to in pain.

"You scared me," I admitted since we were alone. "I didn't want to leave you."

"I know. But it was the right thing to do. I think we've got the hang of this relationship-slash-partnership thing."

I turned to him and gave him a smile.

"I think we do, too. And we need to just tell Ross. No more waiting around. No more playing games."

"Are you sure?"

"Unless you don't want to."

"No. No I think it's time. It's past time."

"Good. Tonight then."

"Sounds good to me," he said on a sigh, leaning his head back against the seat.

"Eames?" he asked. "Or Alex?"

I had thought he was getting my attention, but apparently he was establishing our current roles.

"Alex. For about ten more minutes."

"Good," he said. And then he reached over and held my hand.

We stayed like that the rest of the way to 1PP.

"Detectives," Ross called to us when we walked into the squad room. My cell was ringing, but I ignored it and followed Bobby into our boss' office. He was limping heavily, but he was able to walk on his own, so that was an improvement from earlier.

"Are you okay?" Ross asked Goren as he closed the office door.

"I'll be fine, sir."

"Baseball bat to the thigh and jaw," I clarified.

"But Jocelyn Moser is in custody," Bobby added.

"Excellent work. I take it she's our man?"

"If not, she was trying pretty hard to hide evidence of something else."

"I heard. She set the whole place on fire, huh?"

"Yes sir."

Ross nodded and leaned against the front of his desk with his arms folded across his chest.

"It's late. You guys go on home tonight. We've got enough evidence on everybody to hold them. Get some rest and we'll start again in the morning."

"Yes sir," I said, grateful that he had suggested it. It was nearly two a.m. and I was exhausted, but neither of us made any move to leave.

"Have you heard from Logan and Barek?" Bobby asked.

"They're on the way in. They got into a minor scuffle with Taggart, but some other cops from the 6-9 backed them up."

"So Woody and Taggart were both arrested?" Ross nodded.

"Apparently with a few grams of coke they'd stolen off of Luka. And Barek filed an additional complaint of assault, so that should be fun."

"She did? What happened?" I asked.

"Taggart took a swing at her when he recognized her from the other day. She had put in a call to their captain on Sunday to let him know about his harassment of your partner."

"He hit her?" Bobby asked. He could never quite comprehend how a man would hit a woman. I'm sure he had seen too much of that in his youth.

"Yeah, and then Logan hit him. Taggart went for his weapon and it had the potential to get ugly, but Woody did the right thing and helped Logan subdue Taggart."

"And they're coming here?"

"Looks like they're here now," Ross said with a nod toward the squad room. I watched as Logan searched the room and then met my gaze. He stopped and took a deep breath. I guess he had been worried about us.

"He asked about you two when he called to tell me what had happened in Brooklyn. He heard your distress call on the scanner, but at the time, I didn't know much."

"He's called a few times, but I haven't been able to get it," I said. "I called him back on the way here, but then he wasn't answering. I guess he had his hands full."

We were all quiet for a moment, ignoring the elephant in the room. It was probably not the time for the discussion, but I wasn't going to let it go another day.

"Captain," I began.

"Liz gave Goren your medical report," he said, catching me by surprise.

"Yes sir."

"She wouldn't have done that without having your permission," he said. And then he turned to Bobby. "She's given you access to her medical records."

"Yes sir. And she has authorization to access mine."

"Uh huh. And the ring?"

"Sir," Bobby began on a deep sigh. I took over.

"Sir, when we close this case, we're going to take a few days. And we're going to get married."

"What?"

"And when we get back," I continued. "We'll talk about how you want to handle it. But I can tell you right now, that if you try to reassign us, we'll both quit."

"Is that a threat?" he asked, although with more resignation than anger.

"No. That's just how it's going to be. We're not going to flaunt it, but we're not going to hide it. We'll let personnel know so that they'll have the correct information. But when we're at work, we'll be professional, just like always."

"I'll give you that. You are always detectives first when you're in this house," he admitted. "Okay, go home. We should be able to finish this up tomorrow and then I don't want to see you guys again until Monday. We'll talk then."

"Thank you, sir," I said. I felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted. And it hadn't been as bad as I'd imagined. There were no tantrums, no screaming…he must have seen it coming.

I opened up the door for Bobby and as he hobbled through it, Ross said one more thing that completely threw me for a loop.

"Detective Goren, have you ever met my ex-wife Nancy?"

Bobby turned around to look at him, thoroughly confused.

"No sir. I don't think so. Why?"

"Never mind. I should have known."

We turned again to leave, but he called us back one more time.

"And Detectives. Congratulations."

TBC...