Steve had barely made it back to his desk and grabbed the gray sport coat in anticipation to leave when he caught sight of an anxious Tim Doyle rushing into the bullpen, trying to get both, Mike's and his attention.

Complying with the urgent wave to follow him back into the Lieutenant's office, Steve bit his lip, preparing for whatever the Vice Lieutenant had to say. Doyle waited until they were both within earshot, an eager Mike with his hands on his hips and Steve right behind his old superior, as he cleared his throat.

"One of my guys just called me. On that APB you put out yesterday on the Skylark…and our shy forest creature from the east I told them to keep an eye on…we've got a positive ID. They've seen a man matching the description driving the Skylark down on Yosemite Avenue by the South Basin. I told my guys to keep an eye on him until you guys arrive."

"Tell them we'll be there in fifteen, Tim. Come on, let's go Buddyboy."

Steve looked up, immediately seeing the spark return to Mike's bright blue eyes.

And he was ever so happy to greet it with a broad smile this morning.