Street got off his bike in the almost empty hospital parking lot. He stood for a moment in the cool air looking up at the stars in the sky, his gaze slowly lowered to the hospital building, Street knew which room was hers. He could see the light was still on. He tapped his hand nervously against his leg and breathed in a deep slow breath. This was it. He was going to tell her tonight that he honestly and truly loved her. The kind of deep love that only comes once in a lifetime. It was not some trivial primal one-night stand type attraction, he knew that for sure. He wanted her in his life no matter what.

When the elevator doors opened with a clunk he walked down the corridor to her room and opened her door with purpose. Chris was sitting on the bed all propped up tapping her phone on the table.

"Hey" she said as he opened the door, "oh my god, you were serious weren't you" there was a smile on her face at the sight of him, Street noticed that and that helped his confidence. "How did you even get in here at 1am?" she said with a slight smirk. Street closed the door and tapped his finger knowingly on his badge that was clipped on his belt.

"I uh..I might have told the security guard downstairs that I needed to speak to you urgently about a current case" he sheepishly explained.

Chris smirked and shook her head at him that was the Street she knew and loved. He would move heaven and Earth for her. Chris noticed these little things about him, and it made her see how much he cared and made her feelings for him grow a little more each time he did this kind of stuff. Street was determined that he was not going to be derailed or side tracked this time. He took a deep breath and walked purposefully up to the bed.

"Chris …..I've made a decision." He said as he sat on the end of bed facing her.

"Ok…." She said tilting head a little when she looked up at him. She was nervous as hell not knowing where this was going, Chris knew though that it must be important if he came all the way here at 1am after a double shift to talk to her face to face.

"I need to run this all by you, I need you to agree with me on this. That's important to me" Street continued.

Now he was beginning to make her really worried. "What can be this serious?" she hesitated and noted a spike on her heart rate monitor next to the bed.

"Chris…. I think we both need to come clean with Hondo and the Commander in the morning. They need to hear from us what happened that night after the fundraiser and that is why you and Kira had a fight and why she left here upset."

Chris's face had a look of panic written all over it. "Street… no… we can't… if we say anything, they will…."

Street cut her off "Chris, we have to!...hear me out.. please….. I broke Hondo's trust last time and lost my place on the team. I lost my SWAT family and had no one, well except you…..you were the only one who was actually really there for me through it all and I am so eternally grateful, but I know in my gut this is what we need to do. I will wear the consequences and transfer if that's what decided. I will not let you be a fault here, you've worked too hard for this to lose it because of me and some pheromones."

Street was shaking. His hands trembled and he scanned Chris for any indication on what her reaction was going to be.

"Pheromones" She thought "Pffft…. Its more than that between us you idiot" she said in her head.

She sat silently for a while. Not moving or looking at him. Her gaze was out the window, her head was spinning, her heart was racing and she consciously watched the monitor and breathed slowly to try to bring it back down. But all she could feel was panic inside. Street was too scared to move or prompt her, instead he watched her from where he stood. Her face was serious and stern. He couldn't read anything from her other than a slight tinge of the ice queen.

Street knew that his words had terrified her, she too would be fearful of losing her SWAT family, her place on the team and of being judged by the others. Both did not want to be a disappointment to Hondo, the Captain or the Commander. He could feel the tension in the air as he noted she was struggling to look at him. Street summoned all the courage he could and stepped closer to stand right in front of her. Chris's gaze shifted to his and the emotion on her face was devasting for him to see. It was the exact cold, heartless and distant expression he had seen from her in the kitchen at HQ when she shattered him the day after they shared that kiss.

"Chris….." Street fidgeted with his fingers "Chris, I know this has upset you and you might hate me right now, but please understand I'm not doing this to ruin your career or mine." Chris looked at him with disappointment, hurt and fear all over her face.

"I don't want us to end up on separate teams Street" she said looking him in the eye, "I know I've told you 'we are just team mates, nothing else' but I Street can't you see you are important to me. This SWAT family, our team, is everything to me".

Street could see that Chris was trying to let her walls down a bit and not hurt him again.

"I want to do this so we can do the right thing Chris, I have stuffed stuff up so many goddamned times with SWAT that I have learnt it is better to come clean and own it" Chris shook her head a little like she disagreed with him.

"Street….have you" she started and Street interrupted, "Hondo has taught me to man up and own the shit I stuff up on and then learn from it. So, Chris and I am gunna stand up and I am gunna god damned own it."

Chris moved from the bed and stepped around him walking towards the window. Street knew she was pissed at him. He stepped to intercept her putting his hands on her shoulders, half expecting her to brush him off and yell at him.

"Hey…." He slowed her steps and she stopped walking. "please hear me out Chris …. please" She looked up at him and paused.

"Ok, I'm listening".

He moved his hands down her arms until his hands were in hers. He could feel how tense she was and the look of shock on her face. He could tell she was a little uncomfortable this close to him right now and it was making him doubt his next move completely. But he began to manoeuvre his fingers, he could feel her stiffen her hands a bit as he wriggled his fingers and interlocked them with hers. Chris felt a rush through her body but couldn't look up at him.

"Chris…." He said with a softer sweeter tone in his voice…. She glanced up, waiting to hear what he had to say 'God I've waited forever to say these words to her' he thought. Street was absolutely petrified that Chris would shatter his heart again right here, right now, as he tried to lay it all out on the line for her.

"ring…ring…..ring…..ring"

Street grimaced and closed his eyes. Chris's phone was ringing. He wanted with everything he had to ignore it, but he knew if someone was ringing her at 1:30am it was important.

Chris immediately let go of his hands and grabbed it from the table.

"Hello"

Street could do nothing but stand and watch her. Chris swallowed hard and her eyes darted around the room and she listened to the voice on the other end of them phone.

Street felt defeated. Another attempt to get things on track had been shot to hell. The moment was gone. His words he had planned to utter ran through his head. "Chris …. I'm in love with you…..deeply deeply in love with you! ….. Shit!" he looked at the floor and cursed.

"Ok… thank you detective, I appreciate the call, please keep me apprised as soon as you know more" she said as she lowered the phone. Street stood with his hands in his pockets, he felt foolish and embarrassed now. Chris looked at him and blurted, "They found Kira's bag…... in a dumpster off National Boulevard. Her phone was gone but her ID was in there". Chris looked anxiously around the room as if she was searching for something to do to help, then she started to cry, knowing she could do nothing trapped in her. Street stepped to her, catching her in his arms as she shuddered and dropped to the floor.

"Hey…..Hey…This doesn't mean she is not ok" He tried to reassure her, but he could see Chris was assuming the worst, and to be honest it was hard not to.

Chris sat on the floor crying and Street sat with her holding her as she cried.

"What the hell have I done?" she wailed.

"Hey hey hey, this could mean lots of things" Street felt like an idiot trying to calm her when he too was assuming the worst.

Street got to his feet and picked Chris up in his arms. He placed her back up onto the bed. He hated that she looked so broken. The guilt she felt was killing her, he could not do anything to ease the pain but be here. Telling her he loved her like he had planned was not a good idea now. She would push him away, so he sat with her on the bed. Holding her and listening as she talked through her guilt and blamed herself and cried.

"I need to talk to Ty" Chris said sobbing, "but he must hate me right now" She wriggled and shuffled to sit up on the edge of the bed facing away from Street.

"Do you want me to call him?" Street asked as Chris stood and moved to the window. She was shaking her head and Street knew she was blaming herself for this all right now.

"No" she snapped without turning around, then looked back apologetically at Street. "I need to" She said reaching for the phone.

As Chris began to unlock her phone Street's phone began to ring.

"Hello" he answered, looking at her.

"Hondo… hey…..….. no, no I wasn't asleep, I'm too wound up" he replied. Chris was looking at Street with a stare he knew well. She motioned at him to not tell Hondo he was here.

Street listened and did his best to sound surprised when Hondo said he had had a call from the detectives who were looking for Kira. Street even managed to throw in a convincing "Does Chris know yet?"

"Shit …. Shit …..Shit" he thought after hanging up. He fidgeted with his fingers and glanced at her. She was perched on the window sill, curled up, hugging her knees in the foetal position. Street knew she was incredibly vulnerable right now.

He hesitated before approaching her. "Chris….." he said softly, she glanced sideways to look at him.

"We will find her, no matter the outcome we will not stop until we do, we are here for you" he said caringly, but he realised as the words came out that it didn't sound like he wanted it to.

"Ding"

Hondo: Hey team. Uni's found a bag belonging to Kira in a dumpster off National Boulevard this evening. They are upgrading her case and liaising with SWAT. Rockers team are beginning to work the case tonight. We will take over next shift if no other situation arises. Please keep Chris and Ty in your thoughts.

Street read the msg and looked straight up at Chris. She saw the panic on his face.

"What…." She said with urgency in her voice. She stood up and moved to him, "What? …. what's happened?

Street could hear the panic in her voice.

"It's ..ah…Hondo" he answered still looking from her to his phone and back again. He is updating the team on the situation.

"Oh…. Ok….no news then?"

"No…. it's nothing new, except…"

"except what?"

"Detectives have asked for SWAT's help. Rockers team has been assigned the case tonight"

He saw a wave of relief sweep over Chris. Was it relief that no news was good news? or that SWAT were now officially helping to find her?

Street was not as relived as he would have liked. With SWAT now involved it was only a matter of time until one of them asks the question of "Why was Kira upset that night?"