"God, Crews, " Reese muttered, leaning her head against the car window as she waited for the light to change. "Enough. I get it and really, it sounds sorta fun, but that's not even remotely feasible."

"Tell me you're doing something better on a Thursday evening," he said, grinning. "C'mon, Reese! It's a solar farm. You haven't--"

"Crews, I'm tired, we just spent three hours dicking around with a crackhead so high his hair is burning--" He made a noise. She glared at him and watched him take something brown and fuzzy out of his pocket. "No. No way. Can't you wait for-- Is that a goddamn kiwi?"

He was laughing at her.

Her eyebrows arched.

"Green light!" he said, beaming.

"One of these days," she threatened, stepping on the gas, "I'm going shoot you."

"You don't mean that," he said confidently. She didn't and they both knew it. "If you did, I'd have to request another partner and then it just wouldn't work right. The whole balance of the world would be thrown off and there'd be world wide disaster and maybe black holes and the fabric of the--"

Reese tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

"I'll go," she sighed softly. "If you shut up, I'll go."

"You'll watch, right?" he asked, his face serious.

"Sure," she said with a shrug. "You gonna can it?"

He smiled.

She could see the brilliant gleam of victory on his face and concentrated on driving back to the station. He shut up, too, which was impressive. Maybe they both had a victory or at least some sort of truce going on here. Maybe. He still said absolutely nothing even when they sat down to do paperwork and all through the time she was scribbling up the report to give to Tidwell.

He was even quiet when they walked out toward the elevator, though he bounced a little as he punched the ground level. Reese flicked his keys at him and he caught them, surprised. Her eyebrows arched and his went up as well. Reese crossed her arms and watched him lounge against the wall until the elevator pinged.

Reese was out the door first, the sharp snap of her heels ringing across the concrete. She heard Crews fall in next to her, close enough that their fingers almost brushed. She didn't pull away and neither did he, not until she realized she was headed toward the driver's side.

Habit.

She caught herself at his slight headtilt and frowned when he dangled the keys to ask if she really wanted him to drive. Reese shrugged and walked awkwardly around the car to the passenger side. She struggled to not snatch the keys from him anyway and buckled in. She was trying to be patient just once and it was his damn solar farm.

"You don't want me to drive," Crews said, amused. "You can drive my car if y--"

"Just drive," she said somewhat tersely. Reese caught the slight curl of his lips as they pulled out and headed straight out of the city. He didn't put on Zen and she didn't touch the radio.

They rode in silence and she wondered where he managed to stash that damn kiwi. It probably went back into his pocket along with five oranges, two apples, and a pear, maybe those damn lychees he was always going on about. Reese wondered if he was going to start using fruit as a weapon.

They turned onto a dusty road what seemed a very long time later and she glanced at the long wooden fence they'd just turned past. Her eyebrows rose at the rows and rows of solar panels. A glance at Crews revealed contentment as they pulled up, in fact, he radiated a smile that was way bigger than the one currently on his face. She resisted rolling her eyes as the car stopped.

"You promised you'd watch, right?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"Yeah," she muttered. "I'm watching."

He got out, walked around and pulled her door open, shaking his head. She gave him a proper glower when he extended his hand, then ignored it, and shoved herself out. The thump she made as her boots hit the dusty earth raised a cloud of dust that swirled in the wind. Crews tugged her to a spot pretty far from the solar panels and she opened her mouth to ask him what the fuck they were doing, but he put his fingers to her lips and pointed. She leaned back against him, still frowning, as the panels shifted toward the sun. In an instant, as each panel turned, the glow of the setting sun was caught and reflected in a dazzling display.

Reese blinked at the way light shimmered in a red orange to sunny yellow wash and felt Crews's arm steady her against him.

"Damn," she murmured, impressed.

"That's what I said." He settled the point of his chin against her hair and she didn't bother to shrug him off, for once, almost enchanted by the reflection. They stayed there like that long after the sun set, the both of them quiet until his cell phone went off.

"Reese?" he asked. "I gotta go. Ted's having a little trouble with his car..."

"I gotta..." she started and sighed. "Yeah. Just drop me off at my place. It was nice," Reese gestured. "The sunset."

"It was nice," he murmured as she pushed away and walked toward the car. "You wanna do it again sometime?"

"Maybe," she said, climbing into the passenger side. "Maybe."

He smiled the entire time they were in the car and when he dropped her off, he was still grinning that little absurdly happy smile of his. She shook her head and fished her keys out of her pocket as she moved up the stairs and into her apartment. Reese froze as she started to slide her key into front lock.

It was open.

She speed dialed Crews.

"Get your ass back here, Crews," Reese snapped. "I need back up."

"What's..." he trailed off and she could hear him already turning around, then parking.

"My front door's been jimmied," she said. His voice sounded behind her and she half leaned into him.

"I can see that," he said. "I got your six."

Reese nodded, nudging her front door open with her gun. It wa dark and she carefully flipped the light switch. There was a man sitting on her couch. A very, very dead man. A very, very dead man she knew.

"Oh Jesus," Reese breathed. "That's. That's Ballantine. That's...Patrick Ballantine."

She could hear Crews dialing as she glanced down at the mail and the familiar neat handwriting on an envelope. She opened it without thinking and read the first few lines.

Reese,

I know this is fucked up, me coming to you after all this time, but there's no one else I can trust. I'm pretty sure they're trying to kill me. Tomas Harriman's men are coming for me. Just in case I don't make it to tell you this in person, this letter will explain everything. Listen to the tapes, Reese. I only pray I'm not dead by the time you get this. Cell number six. It's all about cell number six. Crews, your partner, he'll know about it. Ask him.

Crews peered over her shoulder, reading along with her until she shoved the letter back into its flipped a few more lights on and pulled out her gloves, her jaw tight as she carefilly walked the scene. The scene that was on her couch, in her apartment, and screwing up her evening. Crews pried open Ballantine's hand.

"I got a card," he said and then there was silence. "It's an ace of clubs with block letters on it." He frowned, his expression dark. "Cell number six."

"What the hell?" Reese said with a sigh, her fingers brushing at the tip of something protruding from Ballantine's chest. "Is that a crossbow?" She frowned deeply and realized he was pinned upright with a metal, titanium alloy was her best guess, crossbow arrow straight through his heart. Reese fell back against her heels and found that Crews was staring at her.

"Cell number six," Crews repeated slowly. "That's Pelican Bay. That's William Blank."