A/N: Apologies once again for the wait … warnings: smut, slight violence, and language ahead!

More or less married a year …

"You better talk to me," Cali threatened the man sitting on the bench in front of her. He narrowed his eyes and leaned back against the brick.

"And if I don't? You gonna spank me? You gonna slap me around until I talk?" he quipped. She stoically stared at him a moment before smirking at him.

"You know what? You want to be slapped around? You got it," Cali said. The man actually grinned, like he was going to enjoy it, as she yanked open the cage door.

His grin faded though when she didn't step through the gate, but Hank instead.

"Now wait a minute," the man sputtered.

"The lady gave you a chance to talk, and you refused. Minute's up," Hank explained as he moved into the man's personal space.

He struck the man across the side of cheek. The man's face heated up when Hank grabbed his chin and jerked it to the side, slamming the unbruised side into the brick. The man struggled under Hank's pressure, his eyes wild, darting from Cali to Hank.

"What? You don't mind slapping women around but don't care to be slapped around yourself?" Cali questioned as she entered the cage and stood in front of him.

Hank temporarily released the man, who then made the error of lunging toward Cali and quickly found himself face down on the bench.

"Feel like talking yet?" she innocently asked him when he turned his face towards her, his lip bleeding and his eyes flashing. "The sarge here doesn't take kindly to wife beaters nor those who attack his own wife. But if you want, I could just leave the two of you alone …"

With that Cali turned on her heel and exited the cage. The man screeched.

"Wait! I did it! I hit Jenna and broke her jaw! Don't leave me alone here with him!" the man shouted at her retreating back.

She smiled to herself before turning to face him as Hank propped him upright with a smirk.

"Thanks, Tony," Cali said as Antonio escorted the man out for processing. Hank had gone upstairs to file the paperwork and also call the hospital to check on Jenna's status.

Cali was wielding disinfecting spray and a rag inside the cage, scrubbing at the blood on the bench and the brick, when she was startled by the creak of the metal exit door shutting.

She turned around and was surprised to see Hank leaning against the cage gateway, his eyes dark. The predatory look in his expression … she felt her panties getting wet.

Cali straightened and the rag slipped from her fingers as he closed the gap between them.

He cupped her face, and without uttering a word, passionately kissed her. She clung to the front of his shirt.

His arousal was pressing into her abdomen when he broke the kiss long enough to mutter in her ear, "I want to fuck you so hard against this cage right now."

Shocked by this side of him and yet majorly turned on, Cali could only nod.

Hank spun her around and crowded her face first into the fence. He gently but authoritatively kicked her feet apart as he ran his hands down her sides, his chest pressed to her back, his breath warm in her ear.

"I want you to grab that fence and hold on tight," he ordered. She instantly obeyed, grabbing with both hands, as she pressed her forehead against the chain link.

He unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down past her knees with her panties.

Cali shivered with anticipation as she heard him unbuckle his belt.

For a fleeting second she wondered what would happen if they got caught. Anyone could raise the garage door or wander in, but all rational thought disappeared when he gripped her hips and entered from behind.

Hank let out a low moan as he thrust into her hot channel. He was so unbelievably hard after watching his wife toy with the perp during the interrogation.

He had excused himself claiming he needed to get the paperwork going, but in reality, he had needed a moment to not embarrass himself in front of his team.

The cage rattled and Cali whimpered as he pounded into her. Keeping one hand on her hip, Hank covered one of her hands with his own as he curled his own fingers into the fence.

"The way you took charge …" he growled in rhythm of his thrusts, "the way you played with that perp … It took everything I had not to fuck you right then."

Cali whined his name and deity names, her eyes fluttering shut. Between his talk and his action, she could feel herself balancing on the precipice. She arched her back and leaned further into the chain link.

"Come for me, baby," Hank demanded, "Squeeze every last drop outta me."

She cried out as her world exploded. He grunted as she did as he asked, clamping down on him and pulling him into the pleasure she floated in.

He forced himself not to slump against her, releasing his grip on her hip and clenching the fence with his other hand to steady his weight behind her. They both were breathing hard.

When Hank shifted, his softened member fell out of her. Cali opened her eyes and focused on the door, silently praying no one came through it before they could compose themselves.

He stepped away from her so they both could pull their own jeans up. Despite the sticky wetness seeping from her, she quickly yanked her clothing into place and faced him.

He unapologetically grinned at her as he tucked his shirt and buckled his belt. She found herself mirroring that same look and started to reach for him.

Just then the garage door began cranking up.

Antonio silently watched from his desk as Hank and Cali appeared in the bullpen and refrained from rolling his eyes. It was obvious to him the two had been fooling around … again.

He had nearly walked in on them more than once in Hank's office. He knew they had a tendency to screw whenever or wherever the mood struck if they thought they were alone. Not that he cared. His mentor deserved to have some happiness in light of the past few years of sorrow.

Fortunately he'd had the good sense to not interrupt, but he figured it would only be a matter of time before Ruzek or Atwater unwittingly got an eyeful. Neither knew the sarge and the detective were together.

"Hey boss?" Ruzek called out from his perch on Atwater's desk.

"Yeah," Hank replied, stopping in his tracks. Cali automatically zoned in on her desk as Hank stared at Adam.

"The hospital just called and said Jenna is out of surgery and in recovery," Ruzek continued. Cali looked up at the mention of the victim's name. "They said she will be awake soon and we can talk with her about pressing charges."

"Hmmm," Hank said. He glanced at Cali. He was all business now, no hint of the amorous activity that had occurred moments ago in his gaze.

"You and Jay head over there," he commanded. "You make sure she knows that piece of crap husband of hers won't be getting out of Stateville anytime soon."

"Yes, sir," Cali said as she and Jay both stood up and gathered their coats.