Chris had a terrible night. She tossed and turned and the conversation with Street, the words and the pain in his eyes were always on her mind. She got up and prepared herself a cup of coffee. As she stood in the shower trying to clear her head she had an idea. She got out and texted Tan to see if he wanted to box with her today before his shift. After he said yes, Chris grabbed her backpack and headed to HQ. It was 11:00 am and Tan was already waiting in the training room. "Hey Chris, ready for boxing?" he greeted her, clearly in a good mood.

"Hey Tan let´s go. I just had a short night." "Oh, that's right, you guys got out of the club pretty late. But you two did a great job." "Thanks. Now let's go." Tan could already tell she wasn't in a good mood. Was it really just her tiredness or was there more behind it, he would find out later. Tan lifted the punching bag and Chris attacked it like crazy. Again and again and harder each time, Tan had partly problems to hold the bag properly. "Yo Chris, save some for tonight," came from Hondo as he walked by. "Always boss." she said out of breath. Suddenly Street came back into her head. His words that she would always run away, that she had hurt him again and that he would still trust her with his life. Her anger rose to immeasurable levels again. "Ok Chris, enough for today." Tan let go of the bag took a step to the left. Chris was so caught up in her thoughts and anger that she hadn't heard what was said. With full force she aimed for the bag again, but missed and caught Tan instead. She had given him a nice hook to the chin with her right. Tan staggered backwards and went down. "Oh shit. Taaaan." Everyone present turned to see Tan lying on the ground. Chris rushed up to him and knelt down to him, Hondo was also right there. Tan was conscious, but looked back and forth between Chris and Hondo all woozy. "Tan can you hear us?" came a concerned voice from Hondo. "Tan, hello?" Chris waved her hand in front of his face. Suddenly Tan got a huge grin on his face. "Boy, oh boy. That was a punch. Chris, no one's going to do that to you anytime soon." Chris looked at Hondo in total confusion and then back at Tan. "Are you okay?" "Sure I am. Like a punch like that could knock me out." "Well, he practically knocked you out my friend." Hondo laughed now and Chris had to grin. Hondo helped Tan to his feet, he was still a little wobbly and his chin was swelling slightly. "Tan I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I didn't hear you and - " "Chris all good, I'm still alive and well." he grabbed his chin. "I'll feel that for a few more days." Hondo had gone back to working out. "Let's get some fresh air Chris, I can use it right now." she nodded and walked out with him.

They sat down on the wall by the parking lots in front of HQ. "What's wrong Chris? You were so preoccupied and seemed mad, that's why you didn't hear me when I said we were going to stop now. Was there something with Street yesterday?" he looked at her questioningly. "Before you say something Chris I have to confess something. I know about your whole story. Street told me when you were feeling so bad. He needed someone to talk to or he would have gone crazy." Briefly she was angry with Street again, but deep inside she could understand him. It would have been better for her to talk to someone about it, too, but she was too scared. "Street and I aren't friends anymore!" she blurted out. "Things were going well between you, I thought." he was surprised. "After I came back from Berlin everything was so easy, I really had a good feeling around our friendship, until that damn night." She told Tan what had happened and about their conversation last night. "Shit Chris, I'm sorry about that, but don't you think you were a bit too harsh?" "No Tan. It can't work like this anymore, as much as it hurts me." Talking to Tan about it was good, somehow she felt a little relieved. She decided to go home again and get some rest. In the evening she had to be fit to cover Street.

It was 2:20 pm and Street wanted to go for a casual jog. "Hey, can I tag along?" Luca asked nonchalant. In reality he wanted to be alone, but he couldn't say no. When they had run the first miles Luca started talking. "What happened last night? You were so down even though your case was going so well." Street had feared that Luca noticed that. "Come on out with it. You know you can talk to me about anything." chummy, he punched him in the shoulder. Street walked to the nearest bench, sat down and took a sip, Luca did the same. When his breathing returned to normal, he began. "You know, I just don't understand Chris." Luca's ears perked up, so had he guessed right. Street opened up to him and, like Chris had with Tan, told him everything that had happened between them so far. "Phew that's very complicated." "No Luca, not anymore. Now it's finally over. She was very clear. We're just colleagues now." Luca put a hand on his shoulder encouragingly. "And the worst part is that Chris blames herself for everything. She's really miserable." Street added. Luca was rarely at a loss, but in this case it was hard for him to find a solution. "Maybe you should give her some time. Chris is stubborn, but she has a wonderful heart and I can see how much she likes you, I'd even go so far as to say she feels more for you too." Street looked at him. "You think so?" "I'm not sure. But the way she's fought for you and stood behind you all these years. That's not just friendship Street. Give her time, don't push her into anything. Everything will work out. Come on let's keep jogging." "Thanks for listening buddy."

The evening came faster than expected and the two teams were on their way to the warehouse at the harbor. Street and Chris stayed out of each other's way as best they could. Street was already at the warehouse as the team scattered to their positions. Chris climbed an eight-meter-high wall to get a good view of Street as a sniper. She had clear instructions to pull the trigger if the field of fire was clear and Street was in danger.

Sergio Navarra and his five men approached. "Hey Nick, I love people who are reliable and on time." he extended his hand. "Hi Sergio, nice to meet you. Is the merchandise here yet?" "Check back there, it's being delivered now. We'll take them inside and check the quality. Then one by one my customers will come. Chris was tense in her position and highly concentrated. Never taking her eyes off her colleague, she followed the group with her gun, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

Now all five men, Navarra and Street were in the warehouse. Rocker and his team secured from the rear, Hondo and his team secured from the front. It was now clear that Navarre was doing this illegal business and Street was ready to end the charade. He was connected to Hondo via an earpiece. "Street we're right down the hall. You can come out and we'll grab everything." "And Nick, what do you think of the bills? Look pretty damn real don't they?" Sergio looked at him. His men stood behind him a little staggered. "Navarra my name is not Nick." he looked at him with a frown and was about to say something. "Access!" came from Hondo. "LAPD S.W.A.T." it shouted from all directions and everything happened very fast. The teams rushed in, Street drew his gun, but one of the men was just as quick and pulled the trigger aiming in his direction. There was a loud bang. The guy was on the floor in front of Street with a headshot. Chris had been faster, saving Street's life. He looked up to her briefly and they nodded to each other. "Navarra, you're under arrest for counterfeiting money and trafficking in it," he said. Street was satisfied.

Chris climbed down from her position and ran towards Black Betty. The guys were already standing at the vehicle, only Street stood between Chris and the team. He wanted to thank her before they got to the others. Chris had taken off her helmet as she walked back and ran her hand through her hair. The warehouse was behind her. Suddenly, Street's eyes grew wide. Behind Chris, a figure with a machine gun came out of nowhere. The others now saw him, too. The man aimed at Chris's head. Street couldn't help himself and ran in their direction. The team had also registered the dangerous situation and were ready to shoot.

"CHRIS! DOWN! CHRIIIIIIS!" Chris instinctively turned around and saw the guy. She was so startled that she froze. All she heard was loud gunshots, a jolt as she was pushed to the ground and someone was on top of her. The team had shot the man. It took a moment for them to get to Chris. She thought she was hit and waited for the pain, but it didn't come. Instead, she realized it was Street lying on top of her, not moving. He wasn't moving. She had gotten out from under him and turned him over onto his back. "STREET? STREET?" immediately the images of Erika flooded her mind. There was blood everywhere, on her hands, on Street on the ground. He didn't move. "STREET?" that was all Chris could do at that moment. He was shot in the stomach. She pressed on the wound with her hands. "We need an ambulance, NOW!" yelled Hondo and already they heard the sirens. Now everything was playing out like a movie before their eyes. Street was put on the gurney, his clothes were cut open and the full extent of his wounds became visible. It wasn't just one abdominal shot, it was three. Immediately, he was intubated. Chris stood by and watched helplessly. He had saved her. Actually, she would be lying there now or dead. This realization hit her like a blow to the face. Tan stood by her side and held her tight. The others looked at Street and were worried. Just as the paramedics were about to load him into the ambulance, the monitor beeped. "Cardiovascular failure!" she heard the doctor say. On the spot, he was resuscitated, over and over again. The team feared for Street's life. Chris had tears running down her cheeks, she stood there paralyzed. He was dead and it was her fault...