Benson rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to stop the headache from blossoming. The woman was standing in front of her own team and BAU`s which the NYPD Internal Affairs force them to work with, not that she has a problem but her team...

Rollins and Barba were glaring at Dodds and Carisi who were talking with their brother, dr. Spencer Reid.

It was a shock for them to learn that they will work with the FBI as it has bad blood between them but Carisi was so happy to work with them.

The SVU and the BAU all sat around the large conference table. The photos of the victims pinned up on a board, files spread across the table in front of them as they discussed the case. Cariai was seated next to Dodds, their chairs a little closer than necessary, so that their arms brushed as they moved pieces of paper. Dodds reached over to grab a file so he could get a better look; his hand was almost across the other man's chest before he realized it. In that instant, their eyes met and everything seemed to stop.

"What we have?" Olivia asks.

"Seraphine Zukola, 35, a neighbor down the hall walking her dog, saw the door open and sent the pooch in to sniff around," Finn explained.

"I talked to the woman who found our vic," said Rollins, glancing at the notepad momentarily as she continued, "She said that she mostly kept to herself but she was nice, always said hello, helped the old lady downstairs with her bags, even looked after her cats when she needed to. She didn't think that Seaphine had any enemies"

"Our unsub doesn't want to hurt her."Spencer continued to stare at the paper hoping something else would come to him.

"How do you actually know that–." Rollins eyed the geeky guy with distaste.

"Rollins," Benson growled.

Carisi and Dodds didn't like how she seemed to look down at Reid.

"I agree with Spencer"Carisi and Dodds said at the same time. Reid and Benson both watched with amusement.

"I still cannot understand why we need them?"JJ said licking her lips and tried to keep hold of Reid`s gaze.

Reid couldn't believe she was doing this.

"We found her without her underwear but not rape."Finn waved a hand at the genius, "Maybe the doctor is right and it was just an accident. "

"I don't think soo."

Just then the door opened and in walked Barba. He couldn't stop the flare of jealousy at the way Carisi and Dodds looked at each other.

"Carisi, I need your help with a case" Barba waited until he was at his side. " There is something we need to discuss."

"Can it wait, we –." Carisi grabbed hold of the piece of paper.

"No, it cannot detective Carisi," with that he turned and stormed out.

"Is everything okay Sonny?" Spencer asked and looked at him with concern.

"Yeah, everything is fine." He looked up and saw everyone staring at his brother. "It's probably about an old case." He walked back to his chair and handed the piece of paper to Benson."You will excuse me"

While Carisi was walking away from them, Dodds couldn't stop looking at his ass causing Reid slaps his arm." Stop looking at my brother`s ass."

Dodds turned to him and smirked. "You are the one to talk Dr. Love. We spent a night together and almost had an aneurysm."

Reid smirked." Of course, because the only thing you four do all night is to bitching about us"

"You are married, Agent Reid?" Rollins jumped in.

A big smile appearance over Reid`s and JJ

felt how jealousy gnawed on her heart.

As Reid was answering the question, Mike slips in the doorway, meets Barba's eye, and watches as he shifts uncomfortably, stops talking, and steps back from Sonny. Watches as he removes his hand from Sonny`s arm like he knows he's been caught. Sonny reacts to his sudden change in mood by following Barba`s eyes to the doorway, granting Dodds a small, grateful smile when he sees him standing there. Judging from that alone, and the change in Sonny's body language from uncomfortable to professional, Barba has interrupted what he can only consider being an extremely awkward conversation. On Sonny's end, at least.

He knows exactly what it was on Barba's end.

Carisi tells him he'll see the DA later, thanks Barba for the help, and he barely gets the nod out before Sonny is slipping past Dodds, out the door, and walking down the hallway toward his desk.

Sonny will wait for him there, and as soon as Dodds walks in he'll be a flutter of apologies and explanations, spilling out of his mouth one after the other. As if there's anything for him to apologize for.

Dodds looks over at Barba, standing there in the medley of the room, doing his best not to look away from him, and steps into the room, calmly closing the door behind him.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

Dodds tilts his head. "Unlike Sonny, I'm unswayed by your shallow feminine wiles, and I feel no need to step in and save you from yourself. Or from the world. I'm not as kind as he is. And I'm also not as gullible."

"Gullible?"

"You're sorely mistaken if you think I'm not aware of what you're doing. Allow me to remind you: Sonny belongs -."

"He is not an object"

"Don't interrupt me?" Dodds said, voice tight and angry. Deadly."Sonny belongs next to me, not to me. He is too faithful to cheat on me and do you really think they will accept you?"

"Accept me?. Who?."

Dodds laughs sardonically." Family. Those people it is all about family. Tell me something Barba, If you had to choose between work and family, what would be your choice?. Would you use the name and power of Sonny's brother to win a case? If you had to choose between a partner and a family?."

Barba swallows, grimaces, then square his shoulders.

"Sonny sees you only as a friend and co-worker. Don't ever put him in this position again."

"Or else what?"

"Do you really need me to give you an or else?" Dodds stares him down, watches Barba`s lips thin, and his shoulders hunch. "You have no idea of the lengths I'll go to protect my husband. If I were you, and that's someone I sincerely hope to never be, I wouldn't test me on just how far those lengths stretch."

Dodds walks toward the door, pulls it open.

"You're threatened."

He looks back at her, smirks. Her last-ditch attempt at bravado is laughable. As a kitten, flexing is claws. "I might be, but the last name of Sonny is Dodds."

Dodds walks back to the room while the two teams were talking about the case.

"I don't understand. "Rossi said and all the eyes fall on him."It is the second vict we found like that but neither of the previous two has a connection with each other."

"I agree." Prentiss says out of blue." The first vict was a teacher, the other a waitress and the last one workes as a bartender at a club called 'Poison', There is no cause to be found in the same place."

" And the flower we found?."Benson asked, frowning."A rose."

"It just a rose."Rollins interrupted.

"Actually," Reid inserted, "Roses are England's national flower. In the fifteenth century, they represented two important families — the Lancasters and the Yorks. The War of the Roses occurred in England between 1455 and 1487 when the house of Lancaster, represented by a red rose, and the house of York, represented by a white rose, competed with each other to rule England."Dodds and Carisi glanced at each other, grinning. "The rose also inspired one of England's greatest writers, William Shakespeare. His play, Romeo and Juliet, contains one of the most popular quotes on roses. In the play, Juliet says, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." She's reminding Romeo that even though they come from rival houses, it shouldn't matter because their love is real."

A couple of officers were standing in the doorway, watching Reid with confusing looks on their faces, especially when they saw the affectionate grins on the faces of the other agents.

"A rose's symbolism varies by the color of the rose and how many roses are given"Reid announced.

"The symbolism of ours is?" Hotch asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Orange roses symbolize enthusiasm and passion. Though in most cases, roses are tied to love, you can send a specific romantic message by the number of roses you send."Reid stopped at a couple of snorts and snickers by his brother and brother-in-law and looking at the detectives only to see an entire, stunned audience. Well except Carisi and Dodds. Both of them were enjoying the show and they were proud of the doctor.

"What's wrong?"

"What's—WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Finn shouted.

"What?"

"He knows a lot about EVERYTHING," Dodds said with an affectionate grin. She reached out and ruffled Reid's hair. Carisi gripped his agent's shoulder.

The call came in the middle of the case. It broke the peaceful serenity that surrounded the agents. Sonny pulled out of his pocket the latest model of the iPhone and everyone looked at it enviously as Carisi watched something on its screen a scowl on his brow. Suddenly and without warning, Carisi slammed his phone onto the table, his teeth bared.

The agents in the bullpen looked up at him and he sheepishly hid his face in his hands.

"New phone and you're already trying to break it", laughed Dodds. Carisi looked up his brow still furrowed, making Dodds pause.

"What's wrong, Sonny?" Carisi rubbed his palm into his eye and sighed.

"It's uh...it's Bastiana", he muttered. He motioned to his phone."She wants me in her office."

"What have you done?"Reid asked, not looking up from his files.

"Why should I have done something?"

Reid looked at him like he was the biggest idiot on the planet, Sonny was kind of used to that look.

"I got her text but w at's C-Q-M-T-W-L-G-T mean?''

Everyone can recognize the confusion in Sonny`s voice but they could see it in his face.

Dodds giggle as Reid sighed and hit his head with his hand, he muttered under his breath and before he can say something that Mike cut it off

"Come quick. Major trouble. Wow, I look great today."Dodds

pointed out with a chuckle.

But at that moment, Officer Lestrap walked into the room.

"Agents? We just found a body." The man said.

It was when Mike was surrounded by his family that he felt the most alone. Unlike Neal, Sonny, and Spencer, Mike had no memories of his sister. He'd only known her for the past few years, though he'd written her in the house of his other grampa nearly every week until the pretty boy from his neighborhood

became a fixture in his life. PLEASE WRITE BACK, he'd pleaded almost every week at the bottom of his letters, but the last one he had was dated on his 15th birthday.

A few months ago, Edith confessed that she'd never mailed any of Mike's letters, and she'd intercepted the ones Bastiana wrote to him. The only ones Mike ever got were the ones that Edith missed. "I knew how you would fall in love with her, Michael, just like your brothers did. I didn't want you to experience that kind of loss."

"Loss?" How could Mike lose something he never had? For 23 years, all the anger and hatred Mike carried for Bastiana was based on a bunch of lies his Grandma told him. Sonny, Neal, and Spencer were just as shocked, but the two of them had memories and stories of Bastiana. All Mike had for years was a picture of Bastiana was holding Mike the day he was born. He still carried in his wallet, as if Bastiana would disappear at any moment. In the end, his brothers had to drag Mike out of the room, kicking and screaming at Edith. "You stole her from me! You selfish bitch! I hate you! I hate you!"

Mike managed to break away from his brothers and took off in his bike, speeding through every red light while taking long swigs from the bottle of Hennessy he'd bought earlier that day. How he'd made it to Bastiana's house without killing himself or anybody else was nothing short of a miracle. There, Mike collapsed in her arms and cried 23 years of tears in Bastiana's arms. "I'm sorry, sister. I'm sorry," he sobbed over and over, and Bastiana held Mike until he drifted off to sleep for the first time since before she went away.

As cruel as it sounded, Edith truly thought she was doing the right thing by cutting off her brothers' access to their sister. "So I've made mistakes," Edith had told Bastiana on the day she died "I'll spend the rest of my life fixing them. In the end, you'll understand the choices I made." On that, Edith was right. Bastiana did understand why Editb had done the things she did – abandoning her, stealing the boys, breaking it off with Bastiana in order to protect the others before they ruin.

Mike finishes knotting his tie, pulls it snug against his throat, drops his hands when he feels a pair of hands slide into his pockets, feels his hips slot into the man behind him.

"Logan."

"We have ten minutes."

Logan's fingers knead into Mike's thighs through the fabric of his pockets, his hips shift, and roll. Mike squeezes Logan's hands, a gentle reprimand.

Logan sighs into the back of Mike's neck and stills his movements and Mike spins, hooks a finger in the waistband of his jeans, pops the button open with his thumb.

"Loga-"

The phone rings. They lock eyes.

The phone rings. Mike's eyebrows furrow. Loga's lips twitch.

The phone rings. They bolt. Mike shoves Logan. Logan sticks a leg out, tripping him.

Mike sprints to the kitchen.

Logan walks away.

"Hello?!" Mike answers. He cringes at his frantic tone. He clears his throat, repeats. "Hello."

No answer.

He lowers the phone. Mike can feel the blood rushing to his ears as he gapes at the screen. Low battery.

He glares at the unplugged charger as Logan laughs from their bedroom.

"Why of course, Sheila. We would love to come for dinner."

Aaron wasn't quite sure when the insane desire had first entered his life. It happened so suddenly, so swiftly, it all just blurred together. In fact, the last few weeks were lost to him in a pleasurable, rosy haze that clouded practically every thought that passed through his head. At least the thoughts that didn't center on the fullness of Bastiana Wolf's lips… or the fact that she was applying what looked like watermelon flavored lip gloss as they spoke…

They came across while Hotch was coming back from the SVU`s office and for some strange reason, he could not let her go without talking to her.

Both of them were sitting in a cafe discussing for Bastiana`s case and how to deal with a problem when Hotch pops up with an admittedly very smart suggestion that would solve the issue completely.

Bastiana shoots him an approving look and says, "Good idea, Agent."

"Thanks."Hotch coughed to clear his throat and willed himself not to blush.

"Don't be shy my agent." she pursed her lips thoughtfully. She was wearing a mouth-watering aroma of lavender perfume today, which just brought him all the way back to the watermelon lip gloss.

After a few seconds of silent comforting, she looked at him saying. "I quiet from sue Penelope Garcia."

The look he had given her after she told him she was only confused and surprised ."Why?"

"Why!. You wanted me to stop it."Bastiana muttered full of anger and annoyance." Oh, for god's sake, make up your mind."

Hotch was wary of Bastiana's tone, it was a quiet deadly tone. It was not the tone of a good lawyer. It was one that suggested revenge was high on their agenda. He was quick to ask the woman, "Why?"

Bastiana's look was such that it was obvious he was questioning her intelligence.

"I will not waste my time and my money for her but if this happens again, I will slap her taste out of her mouth."Her tone was sardonic, but her voice was warm, conspiratorial.

The look on Hotch's face is priceless, mostly because Bastiana doesn't know how much a freeze ray strong enough to freeze the entire cafe costs. She doesn't shiver, goddammit, and she doesn't break eye contact with the Agent.

She ignores the hot and cold butterflies of death in her stomach.

As he started to analyze this he began to realize when he was around Bastiana he felt a kind of danger; not like he was going to get hurt but the excitement that was sexually charged. The thought of sex went straight to the pit in his stomach and again the butterflies seemed to get a shock and started to flutter faster. The feeling was so intense he had to close his eyes and concentrate on his breathing so he wouldn't pass out or something.

She smiled. God, she was up to no good.

Harvey cursed inwardly as he dashed through the elevator doors the moment they started to open, his fingers curled tightly around his palm so it wouldn't punch someone as he ran down the hallway, towards Scottie`s office.

"Hey, Scottie."

"Good morning, "Scottie said from her desk. She was on her laptop, typing like a monster. "What you want?"

"I want your help with Wolf." He spoke quickly, hoping that Dana would let it pass. No such luck.

"You lost your mind? No way I give you all Bastiana`s ideas besides I don't know anything about the case and even If I do, no way in hell tell you that." Dana blurted, her hands pressed to her temples, trying to control her temper.

Harvey just stared at Dana shocked. Sure there were a number of ways this could have gone, but that wasn't on his list.

Dana looked at him, her features softening, "I know that I work for that firm but Bastiana is my sister. This is one of the reasons why no one wanted to know that we are a family. If Bastiana finds out that I helped you..."

Harvey looked at Dana and saw the fear in her eyes. He was surprised that Dana seemed afraid.

"You are afraid of her." Harvey murmured.

''Even the devil himself does not know where Bastiana sharpens her knives.'' said the woman, eyes pleading as she grips the desk nervously.

When Dana's phone went off. Harvey watched as Scottie checked the caller ID, before deciding to answer.

"Hello?"

The woman seemed to be annoyed. Harvey wondered who could cause that kind of reaction.

"What?!" Dana exclaimed shooting up from the couch, "Why the hell would he agree to meet with Keller?!"

Harvey watched with interest as Dana started pacing. Who the hell was Keller? Who had gone to meet with this Keller?

"The last time he saw Keller was when Keller tried to shoot him!" Dana hissed.

That got Harvey's attention but Dana was still talking away on the phone and as it seemed to be a rather important conversation Harvey decided not to interrupt.

"How stupid can he be? ... I don't care what the rea… Are you sure that's why?" Dana sighed. "Alright, I get it… Yeah, I'm coming," With that, Dana hung up the phone.

"Is there a problem?" Harvey asked as calmly as possible.

Dana started and looked at Harvey as though she'd forgotten the man was even there. There was a time when a woman would tell him everything but would not break Bastiana's golden rule.: Whatever happens in the family, stays in the family.

"Harvey, I have to go," she said. "There's, uh, family emergency I have to tend to."

She ran out the door before Harvey could even respond. Harvey initially assumed that something happened to her husband, but why wouldn't he just say that. He would have understood since he is somewhat human. Something was up, but Harvey couldn't do anything without spooking his ex.

Harvey came out of his car staring at the courtroom, looking around for Bastiana, he saw a skinny woman's ass in blue jeans peeking out from her car door. That ass turned out to be...Bastiana's! She was bent down, looking into her car while her ass was perfectly shaped, Harvey could not stop staring and swallowed with silence as she was talking on her phone.

"Lord, give me patience."

...

"If God gave me more strength, you'd be dead"

She hung up her phone and sighed. Apparently, her brothers were idiots.

She never notices Harvey slip in behind her. He smirked realizing he had her in uncharted position and he enjoyed knowing he had some kind of power over her.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing in a place such as this?"

She wanted to scream at the sound of such a ridiculous pick up line being executed flawlessly from the lips of Harvey Specter.

"Specter"

Harvey couldn't help but smirk as he spoke next. "Sorry, I couldn't resist"

"The great Harvey Specter is actually apologizing?" She teased gently.

"Yes." Harvey turned to her at last, his mouth twisting into a sarcastic smile. "And it's probably the last time in your life that you'll hear it, so enjoy it while you can."

"Oh, I am," Bastiana replied with a smirk. Harvey rolled his eyes at her, a small but genuine smile playing at his lips.

"We should go for a drink" Harvey stated, and Bastiana looked at it, raised an eyebrow."Celebrate my win"

"We're also not really on the same side," she commented, a little patronizingly. " Now, I need to be off; my client would probably appreciate a word."

Harvey watched Bastiana leave without further comment, smiling slightly. Honestly, he found her intoxicating.

Harvey found the woman again. "So. Drinks?"

"Your unprofessionalism is astounding," She commented drily, trying to escape.

Harvey caught her, spun her around. "The agent can have a date but not me?. You and I, just drinks," he tried, a little more cautiously.

"We were talking about a case but I can't see why what is one of your fucking business!"Bastiana replied, keeping her voice carefully neutral.

He scoffed. "What?. You sue FBI!?"

"Yes

He asked and looked at her like she had just sprouted another eye or something.

"I am a better fuck." Harvey didn't really mean it; it was more a kneejerk reaction than a reasoned response.

Bastiana raised an eyebrow, head tilted slightly to one side. "Honestly?" she asked, voice low. "You don't give up, huh?!"

Harvey's stomach flipped, and his heart either rose in triumph or sank in despair. It was hard to tell, especially when the last composed portion of his brain was stubbornly insisting that his heart had actually remained stationary, even if it was beating a little louder.

She smiled at him, then without further ado began to walk out of the room. Harvey had frozen in place, numb. She… said no? Did she turn me down? ME?

"Wait a moment," he said, grabbing her arm. "You can't turn me down!"

Bastiana turned slowly to face him, and there it was: that spark in her eyes. The one that had first appeared in the hospital when she chewed a nurse out for refusing her from seeing her brother. The spark that had sustained her when she had stormed into his office holding Forstman`s case

I love that spark, Harvey nearly found himself thinking dreamily. Of course, he caught himself long before such a thought occurred: It simply wouldn't be appropriate.

It was then that he became aware that Baatiana was yelling at him; had been, in fact, for the last five minutes, while he obsessed about the spark in her eyes."1 universe, 9 planest, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas and I had the privilege of meeting you. Don't be so full of yourself, "

When she was done, she slung it over her shoulder and walked out.

Harvey watched her walk away, watching her hips sway from side to side seductively. He tore his gaze away, berating himself for his stupid male urges.

At that very minute, Bastiana was looking out of her own window, watching the rainfall in fat, heavy flakes across the small garden. Outside, the world was cold and dark, but she and the cats were safely ensconced in her condo, warmed by a blazing, cheery fire in the living room.

The fireplace was huge and old-fashioned; it had taken her a while to get the logs going, but now she was on the sofa, reading from her tablet, her mug of coffee. Earlier in the evening, she'd made himself a nice, simple dinner. Things could not be more perfect.

"You can't love someone unless you love yourself first" These were the words of the psychotherapist that the lawyer had been seeing at for 8 years.

She began seeing a psychiatrist after her first panic attack, her former secretary Zola was the first person who noticed the changing of her behavior. Overworking, alcohol, sex, for the love of God even drugs. She had ruined herself and her secretary forced her to find a psychotherapist and did it but she had to talk about her past.

For the death of her parents, abandoned`s issues, and the pain and anger that hide inside her. Her anger at her grandmother and her siblings.

Bastiana could not understand why the doctor was talking about pain or anger, she could never be angry with her brothers. He loved them and would do anything to protect them.

Everything. That could ruin her

She is already ruined.

She did not easily succumb to sentiment or romantic attachments. It had been nearly a decade since its last romantic difference, and quite frankly, it was not an experience she wished to repeat. Romance involved other people - always a disappointment - and far too many bodily fluids.

She worked, instead. She channeled all he was into her work and had no qualms about it.

And on the sidelines, in the foreground, in the background, in every shadow of every part of Bastiana's life, there were her siblings.

Every time her siblings looked at the lawyer, the only thing they saw was a superwoman. The Iron Lady of Wolf-Wilson. Bastiana Wolf. A fixer.

A woman who can do anything but that was a lie.

Her brothers could not see behind the lawyer's mask. They could not see Bastiana Ross, they were coming

they get what they need and leave. Without anything in return besides their smiles. And her in return took only misery, pain, and trouble, problems she had to fix.

The problems of Mike with the unexist law degree and Trevor.

Spencer `s addiction to the narcotic painkiller Dilaudid.

The denial of Sonny to work as a DA

With Neal be a professional thief and the prison.

How many headaches will he have saved if those problems did not exist?. How many times will she not ruin the life she had created in London or Paris or Gotham to run close to her brothers?

Gotham.

A city surrounded by alcohol, crime, money, and sex. A city that hosts dangerous criminals, these include the conventional crime families - Italian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese - but also less traditional criminal empires like those of Black Mask and Intergang.

She had visited the city for a meeting with an important client and among all the alcohol and lights from photographers, she met him. Her perfect match. A man so has broken just like her, with a lot of scars and secrets. He was brave, selfless, and mysterious. He has a dark past that gives him a shadowy demeanor despite his good intentions. He was sarcastic and drove her crazy but made her feel special and put her first.

Unlike them.

She found himself looking out the window and thinking of the rain. She has always loved the rain. It suits her. It reminds her of her earliest memory - leaning back on the window seat when Mike came over and answered a question she was sure no one had noticed; finally explaining why rain existed. She remembers the fast drips racing down the window pane as she set about placing each part carefully on the floor of the silent library, fixing them all together again and the sudden thrill when the lights switched back on; and only the slowest drops left to share at the moment. It reminds her of the only time she had ever made Spencer laugh - both slightly high, stumbling through the quad, the rain on their faces, their arms wrapped around each other, as Spencer threw his mop of damp curls back and roared at some description of one of his classmates Bastiana had given, the rain streaming down her face like tears. It's the only time she has ever seen Spencer laugh like that. It reminds her of her work, her life; the reassuring patter of rain on the roof, tying in comfortably with the gentle tapping of the keyboard and whir of computers, for her new case.

Promptly at nine pm, a sharp knock came at her door, interrupting her reading... Reluctantly getting up from her couch, she set her pc down on the coffee table and went to the door. Looking through the peephole, she found Dana Scott-Caffrey.

"You aren't dressed."

Bastiana decided to be a smart ass and looked down at her outfit in confusion. "This isn't classified as clothing." She gestured down her side.

"Oh, so, you'll be wearing that out?"

"Out?"Bastiana repeated, sounding dumbfounded.

She motioned for Dana to come inside. Once Dana did, Bastiana shut the door behind her.

The younger lawyer walks toward Bastiana`s bedroom leaving behind a confused and annoyed Bastiana Wolf.

Bastiana groaned." I am regretting opening the door."

When she returned to her room, she saw Daa standing in front of her open cupboard, going through her clothes.

"Dana." She said, making her presence known."What the fuck are you doing?"

"Sit you're sweer as on bed and wait," Dana ordered without even turning around.

At this, Bastiana's eyes went so wide that it was comical but she followed the other woman's order like an obedient slave.

"You will celebrate your win against Specter"

Bastiana only rested her cheek on her hand and stared at her in silence- much to Dana's annoyance.

On the other hand, Dana was going through her closet, trying to find something sexy.

"He asked me for some pieces of advice against you and for your plans about the case,"Dana said and the other woman looked at her with curious looks on her faces. Bastiana even arched her eyebrows at her.

"I didn't tell him anything "Dana blurted out.

"Of course!" Bastiana mumbled and with a flourish, Dana pulled out a green silk dress that hit enough above the knee to be classy and sexy at the same time with strappy heels that would be shown off her shapely legs and will accentuate her feminine figure.

"I..." Bastiana trailed off. She looked as if she was deciding whether to say something or not. Shaking her head she fully turned her body to face Dana, pulling her knees up so she could place her chin in between. "Fine. Give me that stupid dress and get out of my condo!"

Dana only rolled her eyes before she handed Bastiana the dress. " I will wait for you at the car," she explained when Bastiana stared at it as if it was going to attack her. She nodded after a moment and took it between her fingers.

Bastiana waited until heard the sound of the door which mean Dana was out of the condo and her eyes drifted around the room heavily before stopping on a small frame hidden behind the large bouquet of Lillie's that Sonny had brought her a few days ago.

Don't look, her mind whispered. But she was already getting up and walking across the room to carefully move the flowers to the side and shakily pick up the frame.

Her eyes were slow as they inspected the face on the frame, the perfect hair, the beautiful eyes, and the cocky attitude in that smirk. Him. Bastiana let out a breath and flipped the frame over, and of course, there it was.

The necklace that the man had given her.

Her fingers hovered over the taped down jewelry, her hand shaking.

You are so beautiful when you're so forceful

I know you meant that as a compliment, but I don't appreciate limitations being placed on my beauty.

Sarcasm is a way of offending idiots so they couldn't even understand it.

Go away, I've got a headache.

We don't have to have sex. Sometimes it's nice to just cuddle ad talk.

I don't want to go to heaven if you're going to hell I will burn with you, Bastiana.

Bastiana flipped the frame back around and smiled sadly at his picture, "I miss you" she whispered. Her finger tracing his features with a soft touch. She could almost hear him whine that she was 'too touchy', he probably would've tried to smack her hand away as he always had in the past. Bastiana knew that he secretly liked it though, the way he would relax under her touch when she ran her fingers through his hair and sigh in content when she massaged his tense shoulders.

"Ready to go? I am sorry but you were late and I worried."

Bastiana didn't hear the rest as she nearly dropped the frame, she cleared her throat and hid the frame again behind the bouquet.

Thankfully, Dana was again distractedly still trying to find her phone. She finally looked up at her and whistled, standing up she towered over her.

As Bastania was closing the door the only thought which was in her head was:

Bullshit.

I have never loved myself.

The next day, Benson walks into Barba's office finding what she expects. The man drowns himself at work trying to get Carisi out of his mind, the fact that he saw him every day and that he was forced to be in the same room with Dodds did not help at all.

"I slept with a lawyer! "Benson reveals.

Barba stared at her for a moment as if she had grown a second head."What?"

What do you think?

Who is Benson's mysterious lawyer?

Will Harvey have the date he wants?

What is going on with Hotch?