The beeping of her phone, moments later, as her eyes flicked to it, made her jump her feet to the sides of the treadmill and hit stop. They had a case.

"Let's go," Luca hollered loudly from the ring as he jumped down tapping Street's arm as the two began to head to get ready. Chris watched them go and smiled. He didn't seem too pissed at her. That was a bonus. She thought.

Minutes later as she entered the locker room and stood near her locker, pulling out her gear she heard Deac's voice.

"Hey, nice to have you back Alonso. Feeling refreshed?" He asked frowning at her.

"Me?" She answered. "Yeah, I'm fine." She muttered, not making eye contact. Too afraid to query his question further or say more, as her head raced, she didn't want to have to explain her current mental state and the last few days events, with the rest of the team in the room. She gathered an armful of her things and slipped into the shower room to change and have a few moments peace. Why was Deacon quizzing her? Had he sensed something? The fact she was struggling. Shut down? Upset? Angry?

She didn't have time to dwell, she could hear Deacon hurrying Tan and Street along. So, she repacked her bag and headed out, dropping her workout clothes in her locker, and clipping her vest. She felt Street watching her, but she refused to look back at him.

Minutes later as they all gathered on the quad waiting on Hondo, Street tapped her shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked with a concerned face. She furrowed her brows and looked at him queryingly. Why was everyone asking her that? She just nodded, annoyed. He gave her a second "Are you sure?" look and she rolled her eyes and looked away as Hondo's voice snatched her attention, and he briefed them on the case as they climbed in and rolled out.

"We are heading downtown. 5 suspects tried to hijack an armoured truck and when the guards fought back, 2 were injured, and they are all now barricaded in a store front with an unknown number of hostages."

"Jeez, Smart cookies." Street quipped. Chris couldn't help but smirk slightly as both Hondo and Deacon tried not to smirk too.

"Tan and Luca, you will take the front. Deacon and I will talk with hostage negotiators on scene. Chris and Street cover the rear of the building." Hondo ordered. Chris swallowed the lump in her throat. The last thing she needed was alone time with Street and his probing annoying questions.

Soon, she walked behind him, down the alley to the rear of the complex the store was in. Thankfully, he was focused on the task at hand, and she busied herself with setting up their equipment.

"So, where um, did you go in our days off?" He asked placing the boxes down, finally having thought of a way to open a conversation without pissing her off. "To see Jared?"

"No," she answered spinning around. Maybe a bit too fast and defensively. "I took some time for myself." She added quietly turning back around.

"Oh." He answered, and she prayed that was the end of it. "I um, spoke to Molly this morning. Ran into her at HQ." He added. Chris raised her eyebrows as she faced away. Wondering why he was telling her this. As she placed the last thing on the case and radioed, "26 David, all set," to Hondo she just gave him a 'So what?' questioning face.

Street nodded and stepped slightly closer. "She um, asked how you were."

"Why?" Chris blurted, looking at him confused and annoyed as she adjusted the scope on her sight.

"Well, she um, said she had spoken with Caitlin last night. Who ah, apparently told her that she ran into Jared at the store, and he looked horrible, dishevelled, broken and sad?" Chris looked up briefly at him and then back into the sight to avoid his eyes. "Molly said that Caitlin told her that you guys had decided to take a break."

And with that Chris felt physically sick inside, her pulse racing and anger building.
"Oh My God! What the fuck?" She muttered in her head. She couldn't even look at him. She was angry. Was she the centre of HQ gossip now? Why did Caitlin feel the need to tell Molly and why would Molly feel like she should tell Street? It was none of her or any of their, God damned business.

"20 David to Chris and Street." Hondo's voice saved her from saying anything.

"Go ahead." Chris radioed back.

"Check those back rooms with the thermal radar." Hondo ordered. Street moved to do it as Chris stood trying to refocus.

"No heat signatures boss." Street radioed back.

"Okay, I want you both to secure the rear of the building. Make entry and hold positions in the rear corridor, then wait for my mark. You're on rabbit watch."

"Understood." Street radioed back as they sprang into action. Without a word they moved to the back door, a tap on her shoulder from him and she flung it open.

"Clear!" He called as they stepped in and moved quickly to secure the rear of the building.

"26 David in place, rear secured." She radioed as they crouched at opposite sides of the corridor.

They heard Hondo give the signal. A few gunshots, loud voices and suddenly the door ahead of them flung open and three men ran their way. They popped out in unison.

"LAPD SWAT. Guns down." Street called as one of them took a shot at him. Chris returned fire and one suspect fell to the floor dead.

That made the other two men stop, realising they had nowhere to go they surrendered. Once their guns were secure and they were in cuffs, Chris took one and Street the other out to uniforms. As Chris handed off her suspect, he swung his elbow and hit her in the eye.

"Son of a bitch!" She muttered as the uniformed officer shoved the guy into the patrol car, and she raised her fingers to feel her throbbing eye.

"You okay ma'am?" The officer asked.

"All good. Get him outta here." She nodded as she moved back towards Black Betty.

"Hey, I saw that. Are you alright? Let me get you a cold pack." Street said jogging up to her.

"I'm fine." She insisted still trying not to look at him.