Street stood outside Chris' apartment and knocked on the door.
"Hi Street come on in." Chris stepped aside and let him enter.
"Hey Chris, I brought us some beer. Hope you like it." Chris smiled, took the beer from him and nodded. Champ came running right up and greeted Street with a wet dog kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Champ, mh how I missed that wet and cold dog nose." Street had to laugh and Chris watched the two amused.
"Sit down, I made us a little something to eat. Is there anything you don't like?" she asked him.
"Nope, I like everything, I'm very straightforward about it. What did you make? It smells delicious." Now Street was curious and followed Chris into the kitchen.
"We're having tortillas filled with roasted vegetables, kidney beans and chicken, plus a herb dip." came from Chris as she placed the rolls of dough on the plates.
"Sounds great, I'm really hungry." Street snoozed both plates and Chris the drinks. The two sat on the sofa, ate and began talking about Street's undercover work.

"I was undercover in the Cali Cartel for a good four months. I had the great name of Ryan Parker and I was a low-level drug dealer. Actually, I don't have that short hair, but to make me look more unserious, they radically shaved it off and made me grow a three - day beard. I wanted to buy stuff from them and by the way, I made myself so popular with the boss that they accepted me into the cartel. I got all the information really easily and they trusted me blindly, of course to get that trust I had to do some tasks and pull off some deals with partners of theirs." Street was completely in his element, he was already a bit proud of his accomplishment. Chris listened to him intently, and if she was honest, she thought his work was really remarkable.
"So how did you get out? I'm sure it wasn't easy."
"No, it really wasn't. I had made another deal and the boss even wanted to promote me within the cartel. He wanted to improve my position and I had really struggled with it, then wanted to stay undercover longer. But it became too awkward for my boss at the department, because it had already started leaking info to the cartel that only a cop of ours could know." Chris frowned.
"What, and why wasn't anything done to find the mole?" she was a little shocked by Street's narrative.
"I don't know, but something didn't go right, I can tell you that Chris. To this day I don't know what happened and I'm afraid that there was more than one cop involved. Well as I said before, there was a fake deal and I got caught by the police and officially I'm still in jail for three months." Street looked at Chris, waiting for a reaction from her, but she was rather speechless at the moment.
"So it's still possible that there's a mole among our people and he's feeding the Cali Cartel with the info so that they can stay one step ahead of us?" again Chris summed up what Street had said. He nodded and looked a little snickered.
"I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom for a minute," and Chris was gone. She supported herself with both hands on the sink and looked in the mirror. There was a mole, had been for a long time, and no one did anything about it, even though it was known? Chris could hardly believe it. Who could be the traitor? Was it someone Chris knew very well, maybe even someone she was friends with? These thoughts preoccupied her a lot and got her down. After splashing some water on her face, she made her way back to Street in the living room.

In the meantime, Street was sitting on the sofa playing with Champ. He kept throwing a ball away and Champ dutifully brought it back to him.
"Great guy you are. What was that again... Sitz." Street had barely said the command and Champ was already sitting accurately in front of him.
"Wow that's working out great. Fine boy." Street praised him and patted his head.
"Surely you can give the paw too, can't you?" Street held out his hand and already Champ was putting his paw in it.
"Hey you and I don't make a bad team either, do we little guy." Street was really happy and visibly having fun.
"You really have a great mistress Champ, you know that?" Champ looked at him with a tilted head and gave a short whine.
"Sure you do." Again he petted him.

Chris was standing in the doorway and had been watching everything. She had a smile on her lips, and seeing Street with Champ like this, how loving - and devoted - he had been to him, warmed her heart. Did she like Jim Street after all? Inwardly, she briefly paused. By now it was past midnight, but the two were getting along amazingly well, talking about different things and playing with Champ.
"Champ once had me so embarrassed you can't imagine." Chris laughed, and Street was curious what had happened.
"He was supposed to tell me - " but Chris was interrupted by her phone ringing. Looking at the display, she saw her uncle's name. Because of the time, Chris instantly became nervous.
"Street sorry, but I have to take this, it's my uncle. Something's wrong." Chris accepted the call.
"Uncle Sarzo what happened?" she looked serious and Street's expression became serious too.
"Yeah, ok, where are you? I'm on my way." Chris took a quick breath.
"Everything okay with your uncle?" Street wanted to know.
"Yeah, thankfully. He's got a flat tire in the middle of the highway. I've got to get there right away, he can't change a tire." Chris had to grin.
"Wait, I'll come with you." Street was already up and waiting for Chris's reaction.
"Ehm thanks, but you really don't have to. It´s late." Chris said a little embarrassed.
"Four hands can do more than two. Come on." and he was already walking ahead. Chris shook his head and grinned. Stubborn the guy was, too.

They were both silent on the drive to Sarzo, but it was a comfortable silence. The music on the radio was quite enough and Chris reviewed the evening. She had to admit that it was nice with Street and that maybe she had been a very little bit wrong about him. He definitely had very likeable traits about him and she liked them.
"Chris, is that him over there?" Street pointed his finger at a car that was there with its hazard lights on about 100 yards ahead of them.
"Yeah, definitely. At least he remembered his high-visibility vest." Chris muttered. After Chris parked their truck, they and Street ran to Sarzo.
"Uncle Sarzo, are you okay?" Chris gave him a quick hug.
"Hey Chrissy, yeah, damn tire. Sorry to bother you so late. Who's this nice young man here?" Sarzo grinned. Street took a step forward and held out his hand.
"Oh hi, Jim Street. I'm a colleague of Chris's and I was just with her. I thought I'd come along, maybe my help is needed too." Street smiled.
"Nice to meet you Jim and as you probably already know, I'm Sarzo."
"Nice to meet you too Sarzo."
"So now that you've said your hellos, could we finally change the tire?" Chris was taking too long again. Typical man, was her thought.

Not 15 minutes later, the tire was changed and Chris and Street were pretty dirty.
"Thank you so much you two. What would I have done without your help in the middle of the night." Sarzo exhaled in satisfaction. "I'd like to invite you guys to my barbeque as a thank you. What do you say?" Sarzo waited impatiently for the answer.
"Sarzo I was very happy to help, any time again, if something is. And I accept your invitation, of course. I can't say no to a barbeque." Street laughed.
"Okay, I don't know when we're going to do this yet, I have a lot of work right now, but I'll be in touch." Sarzo said thoughtfully. Chris looked indecisive, she didn't know if it was a good idea to take Street to her family and what would Clark think about it?