AN: I just realized I forgot my dislcaimer so you know the drill, don't own, don't sue. Thanks for all the positive reviews. I'll update as much as possible now. It seems like the story is going pretty good.

The warm tounge on my nose woke me up right in the middle of the most awesome dream. I was drag racing in the Charger we had seen the day before, and Chris was in the passenger seat. We won of course, and then she leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were just about to touch mine when Rizzo pulled me from my dream.

I got showered and left for work ten minutes earlier than usual, just because I could. I got there, and just screwed around in the locker room waiting for the team to show. Jesse was first.

"How you doing man?" He called to me, setting down his backpack.

"Im good, how bout yourself?" I replied.

"Honestly, not feeling so hot. I went partying last night, and let's just say that alchohol is addicting." He mumbled. I laughed.

"Burnt toast'll cure ya. It always does the trick."

"Really? never tried it." He looked thoughtfully up at me with his sunken face. "You think the break room has a toaster?"

"Yeah, back corner of the bottom cabinet," I said, laughing again.

"You're a lifesaver dude." Jesse said as he walked quickly in the direction of the break room. "If Hondo shows up before I get back, then tell him I had to pee" He added.

"No problem man, I called back. I took a look at my watch, and pulled my boots on. It was time to get ready to work.

"Hey Jim," Her voice called from behind me. It was so perfect it it's uniqueness. No one sounded like her, and no one ever would.

"Hey Chris, what's up?" I replied, as cooly as I could.

"Not much, how bout you?" she said, opening up her locker and pulling on her work shirt over the tank she already had on.

"Yeah, pretty much nothing, Hondo said we were gonna get outta here earlier than usual, he's got some thing to go to, so we're gonna have some extra time to make extra cash."

"Sweet, I need the money man." Was it my imagination, or was Chris happy to be with me?

"All right dude, I give, gimme some space to breathe." Deke said as he fell out of the closet. Boxer came chuckling out behind him.

"I told you you couldn't hack it."

"No way dawg, it smelled like foot in there, one more second and I woulda barfed."

"What the hell were you doing in there?" I asked, blown away by the fact that Deke and Boxer had just come tumbling out of the supply closet. By the looks of it, they had been in their for quite some time.

"Yeah, why were you guys in the closet together, got something you wanna tell us?" Chris said, smirking.

"Aw hell no, I ain't like that Sanchez, I'm married," Deke said, obivously grossed out by the fact that someone would even consider him liking Boxer.

"Yeah, Deke? No way in hell," Boxer said as he walked towards his locker, and got changed for training.

"So what in the hell were you doing in there?" I asked, still confused as hell.

"Simple," Deke said, grinning," Boxer and me were talking about how funky that supply closet smells, and he ended up betting me a hundred bucks that I couldn't stay in their from last night, till the team came to work today. He stayed to make sure I didn't leave."

"For real?" Chris asked, her eyes wide with amazement. "You were in that stanky old closet all night? You guys are crazy. Fucking crazy."

"Yeah," Deke smiled," I'm crazy, and a hundred bucks richer."

"No way you are not," Boxer said, dropping his shirt on the ground." Jesse aint here yet."

I laughed,"Yeah he is Box, boy's got a hangover, and went to get some burnt toast to cure it."

"God damn it, my wife is gonna kill me for losing another bet." Boxer said as he slammed the door to his locker shut and walked out to the shooting range.

"I dont know what his problem is, but lets head to the range. I gotta be outta here in about four hours." Hondo said, ducking his head through the door. We filed out, and headed to the range.

"Hey Street, I think Hondo's going soft," Jesse yelled to me as we walked into the locker room. We were done with training and Hondo hadn't worked us very hard. We did a couple formations, and some target practice. Otherwise, we ran about two miles, nothing. I had barely broken a sweat.

"No way, I think he wanted to stay fresh for the thing he had to leave for." I called back to him as I pulled my shirt over my head. I put on my blues for the traffic shift me and Chris were taking. I almost put on my vest, then remembered that you don't wear vests on traffic duty. I laughed and hung it back on it's hook in my locker, and walked outside the door, and waited for Chris. She walked out lugging her SWAT vest and helmet.

"What are you doing Chris? We're doing traffic, it's not like escorting dirty criminals." I said. She gave me the eyebrow.

"I'm just gonna put it in the trunk in case we go on a call while we're out. I don't know, I just wanna be prepared."

"Yeah yeah yeah, if that's what they call paranoia then," I teased her, she just glared back. I was scared for a second that I had offended her, but then her face softened and she laughed. I sighed in relief. I did not need to piss Chris off when we were about to take an eight hour shift together.

"Whatever man, It's going in the trunk." She said as she walked towards our squad car. She popped the trunk, and put the vest in next to the standard issue vests along the side of the trunk. I started the engine, and she jumped in. We were off to save the world from all those dirty fools speeding and running stop signs.

Normally, shifts like this would piss me off, but being with Chris made things easier. It was nice just talking about nothing again. I dont even know what we said. I was too busy watching her face watching her expressoins and admiring her in general. She was beautiful in every way I could figure. And she was a great person.

"Jim!" she exasperated. I shook my head, surprised I tuned out that much.

"yeah. Yeah? Chris. what?" I stuttered. She looked like wild. Something was happening.

"Our beepers have been going off for like two minutes dude, and you didn't do anything." She said, a little calmer now that I was listening again. I looked down at my beeper and code told me that It was a very urgnet, hostage situation shoot out and we were to get there as soon as now."Are you ok?"

"Yeah, Let's roll." I said as we peeled out with our flashers on.

"Fuck Jim, we haven't got time to stop and get our gear." She cursed almost silently in spanish. She was right. All we had were her ballistics vest in the back and the two standards. That wasnt enough for the two of us. We turned our flashers off as we approached the scene. There were automatic shots going off and an ambulance raced past. This was bad. It looked like a botched drug bust. A lot of guys went down, and the criminals were running all around shooting off rounds on automatics, ak-47's and the like. It was crazy. We parked up about a block, and pulled out the vests, and ran our asses off, not even bothering to put the vests on. We hit the SWAT bus at full speed, nearly smashing into the side.

"Where is your gear?" Hondo yelled, looking at what we brought. I shrugged, saying,

"We didn't have time Hondo."

He sighed, and said, "Well, we'll take what we have. You gotta be really careful in there, now suit up."

Chris turned to me and pressed the ballistics vest and helmet into my chest.

"Street, don't even try and tell me no, but you know you are going in there to lead this thing, and you're gonna be in front. You need more protection, take it." She stated, and turned to put on the standard. She had the kid at home, she had someone to go home to. I didn't have anyone to worry about me, except her apparantly.

"No...Sanchez...I don't know," I sighed. She put her hand up to stop me.

"No, Jim, you put the vest on. I'll be fine." She already had hers on, and and walked over to Hondo, he handed her a helmet, the only peice of real protection she had. I pulled the vest on and cinched it to my chest. I wasn't gonna fight with her, Sanchez always wins her battles.

"Ok, our job is to get in there and take out the main dealer and retrieve our men on the inside. We're going in by chopper. Street, your heading the team. Take up the front, and Sanchez, you're right behind him. Deke, you cover the rear. Boxer and Jess, you're gona be the wingmen on the sides taking out anyone who even gets close to the team. It's gonna be really sketchy in there, so stay tight and watch your backs." Hondo commanded as we went over the plans of the house. The head honcho had himself walled into the center room of the house. It wasn't a very big house, so navigation wouldn't be too hard, but no one had gotten close to the inside except our boys taken hostage. We didn't know what would be waiting for us.