She'd expected it to be like any other night: drinks, food, home.
But the banner, decorations, and her smiling friends indicated something else.
"Congrats, Sarge," Cragen smiled, holding a shot out as everyone whooped and hollered behind him.
Blushing, she whispered "thanks," laughed, and tossed it back.
Setting the tiny glass on the table, she looked around with bright eyes.
"Alright! Whose got next round?" Fin laughed.
"I do."
The voice was familiar; made her turn quickly.
Warm, soft, blue eyes met her's, and she exhaled a breath.
"El…"
"Congratulations, Sergeant. I'm so damn proud of you."