A/N: Fluff and smut ahead … chapter is a bit shorter than I'd like but I couldn't wait to share.

Six months married …

"What have I told you about pursuing a suspect without backup?" Hank scolded Cali while they were standing on the street corner.

Her arms were crossed and she had a blank face as he dressed her down.

"I know you're just following your instincts, but your safety is paramount, just like any other member of this unit," Hank continued. "If anything, I expect more from you!"

Simmering, Cali remained silent until he finished chewing her out.

"I can't be around you right now. Go on home without me," she said between clenched teeth. "I will catch a ride with Jay."

With that, she turned on her heel and flagged down her partner.

Hank shook his head in frustration and let out a ragged sigh.

Jay focused on getting Cali's mind off of her fight with Hank and on simpler things, so he took her to Molly's, where they met up with other teammates to celebrate the capture.

Unbeknownst to them, Hank had not gone home, rather followed them from a distance and sat outside the bar.

He had tried to not let his fear of Cali's personal safety override his better judgment, but in a moment of weakness, he had lashed out at her.

After about 15 minutes of struggling with the battle in his mind, he got out of his SUV and sauntered inside.

Jay stiffened when he saw Hank wander in and nudged Cali. Not that he needed to. Call it being in sync with her husband or having a sixth sense, Cali felt Hank's presence the moment he entered the building.

Jay started to stand to shield her, but she waved him off and stood to face Hank. Their eyes met and she subtly tipped her head toward the door to signal she would come to him. Hank exited and waited for her outside.

Cali appeared at his side in the waning sunlight, her hands in her pockets, staring into the distance like he was.

"I need to apologize," Hank gruffly said. "I let my feelings for you get in the way. I'm sorry for riding your ass about judgment calls."

Cali sighed and gave him a side glance.

"And I know I need to work on being more mindful when responding to a call," she demurely replied.

They stood there for another minute before she slid an arm around his waist and leaned into him.

"I wouldn't mind riding something else," she suggestively murmured.

"Can it wait until we get home?" Hank questioned as he grabbed her hand and ushered her toward his vehicle parked down the block, which he remote started.

"Doubtful," Cali coyly said as she opened the rear passenger door instead of the front passenger door and clambered in. Hank popped open her passenger door anyway to reach for the radio and flicked it on, before slamming that door shut and climbing in after her, pulling that door closed behind him.

She was on him like white on rice the moment he settled in the middle of the back seat. He was never so grateful for tinted windows as she straddled him.

"Cali," he growled, trying to gather his wits about him. She cut him off, sealing her lips over his and grinding against his lap. Rather than resist, his hands slipped under her shirt to fondle her breasts with one eventually making its way inside her panties to tease her clit.

She whimpered against his mouth. She quickly worked on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans then shimmied out a leg of her own before resuming her position over him.

They were both breathing hard by the time he pulled her panties to the side and she guided him in. They moaned in unison as she sunk down on him. She laid her forehead against his as they found a rhythm in the dark shadows of dusk while the music played soft and slow.

A/N: Inspired by Gary Allan's "Nothing On But the Radio" …