After Deac left, Street felt a bit upset. He wanted with all his might to fix things with Chris, but he knew that she needed her space. During that shift, Street was short tempered and on edge. Both Hondo and Deacon had pretty quickly noticed a change with him, but it was only Deacon who had known what to put it down to.

He knew it was the stuff with Chris and her being away, as well as the Molly dynamic. Deacon didn't want to jump to conclusions though, so during their first break, he told Street that he needed help unpacking stuff from Black Betty, so they could talk.

As they moved boxes, Deac started to probe him a bit. He told him that he had noticed how unsettled he was and that he wanted to help. Street had eventually confessed that there was trouble with Molly. Deacon counselled him a bit without being too nosey. He had a gut feeling some of the Molly problem, might be related to the Chris problem, that he had helped Chris with a while back.

Street confessed to Deacon that he was not sure he and Molly were right for each other, or if they would make it.

"Is real love, like what you and Annie have meant to be this hard, this draining, this soul crushing? I am doing everything I can, and it just never seems like the right thing or enough." He asked Deacon, just as Hondo called out to them.

Later in the locker room, thinking over what Deacon had said when he had asked before if he had heard from her, he felt a bit confused. Was Deacon telling him to decide what he wants in his life and tell that person that. Street sat there thinking about his words. Was Deacon saying he thinks he should pursue Chris? or fix this with Molly? He was so lost and confused.
He knew he had a choice to make, but no idea what that even looked like right now.

When Street left HQ that night, Deacon's words still haunted him. He knew he needed to work his own head out, but how? And how long would that take? And where the hell would that lead him?

He rode to Luca's and collapsed onto the bed. Molly was out with her friends tonight and to be honest he felt like they both needed that time apart. He needed to think. Needed to search his heart and find what he wanted to do. Was he just best to end things with Molly and walk away now, so that he could spend time on himself? Save her the heartbreak later?

He looked at the ceiling closing his eyes asking himself, 'Is Molly just better off without me? Without me always stuffing things up. I never seem to make the right decision and always wind up hurting her?' He opened his eyes and sighed glancing out the window at the moon. Lately all he seemed to do was disappoint her. The last few weeks had been hard. They had barely laughed together or enjoyed each other's company. Each time they were together it ended in a fight of some sort. He felt like she was always criticising him or frustrated by things he did.

He closed his eyes again and tried to think of happy things. That's when Chris popped back into his mind. He smiled, a sad smile. He knew a long time ago that he loved her. Loved her more than just a best friend, but it had never felt like the right time, for those feelings to really take them anywhere. Even after that kiss, that night.

Then there was the fact that she had admitted to him that she had felt it all too after that kiss. She admitted to feeling that spark and flame between them, but at the same time she had also closed that door hard.

He remembered her words, "Jim, we had a moment, yes. But time has moved us both on."

'But has it?' He whispered in his head. 'Yes, there is Molly, but I don't think my heart really moved on.'

He felt himself scrunch up his fingers into fists in frustration. He knew Deacon was right. He needed to make a choice, decide, and tell everyone involved the truth.

'I don't want to hurt Molly. She is amazing, but I just, I don't think we are right for each other. What do I do? I can't just walk up to her and say goodbye, she deserves better than that." He looked at his phone. Tempted to call Deacon to get some advice.

As he lay there though, he then thought of Chris again. 'I love her. I always will, even if she and I are never a thing. I want her to be happy, but I also always want her in my life.'

His mind spun for a few hours until he fell asleep. He felt no closer to the answer. When he heard the garbage truck outside and opened his eyes slightly to see daylight, he took a second to remember where he was. He remembered laying there in turmoil last night, but the new day bought some clarity. If he was being true to himself, he knew he needed to be honest with Molly first of all. And then somehow, figure out how and when to tell Chris the truth about how he felt.