Looking at the clip, the video streamed from the cameras at the Downtown Spec Storage Units and Lockers, Patterson kept her eyes wide open in search of the face of the criminal. Her hand grasped the mouse tightly and she kept scrolling, moving across all the feed from the last day and a half to what was currently being captured. In one of the shots, she saw Tasha doing that little power walk out the door. Patterson scrolled back and watched as her favorite agent made an exit through the door. Once wasn't enough, she had to do it again. This time she focused her attention and tried to catch a glimpse of her buttocks, but unfortunately, Tasha's blazer was covering it. If it hadn't been for the crazy New York weather that they had been having lately, maybe Patterson would have esneaked a peek.

Working was harder than before, it was also boring compared to when the lovely Jane Doe was present, as well as her tattoos. It was a slow day for everyone, Patterson, and Tasha especially, not because of the kiss, but because there was nothing for them to do. It was hard to transition from fast pacing cases to slow lagging ones.

Patterson's hands were quickly tapping away at the keyboard, playing a game on a slow day didn't hurt. She kept pressing the keys to the best of her ability hoping to strike all the little targets. "Ohh Tasha's back." She heard Katie say.

Her head turned quickly and her eyes analyzed Tasha walking out of the elevator. The moment she saw her step in the directions of her desk, Patterson left the game alone causing her to lose the level she was on. There was only one game Patterson wanted to win, and that was the love game. It was hard walking over to Tasha and saying her name, she was rejected once and she was fearful it would happen. She wanted Tasha to look at her, but she started doing that same thing she did earlier in the day. "Tasha, hey."

Tasha lifted her head from the computer screen, "Ohh, hey." The agent stood up from her chair, and Patterson walked up to her. It was awkward because they were standing a little too close for it to be business.

"Sorry." Patterson said taking a few steps back. She couldn't help, but giggle at her boldness. "Can we talk now?" She was having trouble reading Tasha. Her eyebrows were furrowed, but that was all, also the fact that she wasn't saying much. "Tasha." Patterson said with strained vocals. "Please."

Tasha crossed her arms. "I don't know about right now, Patterson."

"Stop doing that." Patterson pointed at her arms. "Quit the attitude." Patterson took a few steps forward to fill the large gap between them as best as she could. Their faces were so close, their bodies too, this was definitely not work related. Everyone else in the room was busy typing away or their faces deep into their work, hence why no one noticed the two agents standing so close. They were so freaking close that they both had a moment of silence to gather themselves together. "Stop acting like a child. If anyone should be acting out it should be me." Her hushed voice was so mesmerizing, and Tasha was only able to catch the last part.

She could tell Tasha was intimidated by the little distance between them and the words she had just thrown out there. Tasha took a step back, but this time Patterson did not follow. Maybe stepping in a little to close and basically whispering to her eat was a bad idea, but if anything, it was worth getting a whiff of Tasha. "Okay, okay, okay… but later. Just, not here."

There was something in the way that Tasha looked at Patterson that caused stomach drop. Patterson put both hands on both sides of her face. "Are you scared?" Patterson blurted, "Am I pushing too hard?" Patterson gasped. "I am. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a big deal about it. I mean it is, but I just-"

"It's fine." Tasha tried to smile. "Lunch?" Patterson had no idea why Tasha thought it was necessary for her to ask that it was obvious that she was anxious to talk.

Patterson smiled at her, "Yes that would be great."

Tasha nodded, "Then let's go."

"Now? Don't you usually take your break after noon?" Patterson asked.

She motions Patterson to follow as she leads the way. "Yes, now." They walk together in sync to the elevator, Tasha presses the button, looks at Patterson, and can't help it. She smiles at the woman next to her, blaming her thoughts and active mind. "Looks like you're finally going to leave these four walls."

Patterson agrees with the agent who spends most of her time outside the building in an action-packed adventure, risking her life to catch some of the worst people out there. Patterson hates the danger they face, but tells herself that they are better trained, and reminds herself that her experiences out are only unique to her. "Looks like you're going on the safest mission in your life."

Tasha steps in first, she waits for Patterson to step in and then quickly pressed the button. "Operation torpedo?"

Patterson takes a few steps and corners herself on the back right corner of the elevator, "Only if it has cheese." She notices how nods at her comment, a smile on her face ―the one where you could see her teeth, that was a rare one and joy in her eyes. That's how it always should be. Patterson tells herself.

Once they're at the sandwich shop, Tasha is busy looking at her phone and at the menu. Too many options, but she fingers something out. Patterson patiently waits for Tasha to decide, after all, she did forget her wallet at work and Tasha did offer to pay.

It had been a few minutes and they let a few people cut in front of them. "I just don't know what to get." Tasha says looking down at her phone. "There's so many options." She looks at Patterson who is looking right back. "What are you getting?"

"The Marino's Panini at Sea." Patterson answers concentrating on Tasha's eyes, and not her chest. She would never look at her chest, not even if she noticed that one of her tops buttons was undone. No, actually she was just looking at her neck and the collar of her shirt. Tasha's birthmark, fuck. "Wh- Why?" Patterson notices the smirk on Tasha's lips and smiles awkwardly. "Yep, it's great." She replied, not really talking about the Panini, but the obvious. "You should get it."

They step up to order, Tasha getting two Marino's Panini at Sea for them and a Meat King for Reade. Taking her blue card out to pay, Tasha adds, "Could I get them all to go, please."

"Sure." The man replies.

They step aside and get in line to pick up their order at the window. There weren't many people there. Mostly because the lunch rush was around one, and it was only eleven seventeen. Tasha noticed how Patterson kept glaring at her. "What?"

"To go?" Patterson asked.

Tasha then knew what all the glaring was about. She turned to face Patterson, "Yeah, so we can take Reade's sandwich to him."

"We could have done that after eating… and talking. Are you sure it wasn't a tactic just to avoid talking about the kiss." Patterson notices that when she said kiss, Tasha whipped her head to the side not being able to bear looking at her.

A man at the window said their order number while holding a white bag filled with sandwiches.

Tasha steps up and get the bag. Not waiting for Patterson to keep up she heads outside to walk her way back. Patterson knew what she was doing, avoiding, again. She didn't like it, and was ready to confront her, but Tasha was so fast, and she didn't feel like running. "Tasha, wait up." She turned around and saw Patterson, but instead of slowing down she motioned her to come, and continued at the same pace, maybe even a faster one.

Rushing into the elevator, Patterson sighed to catch her breath. "Fuck, that was three blocks."

Tasha felt bad, but at the same time, she felt good having dodged such a horrendous conversation with Patterson. Tasha watched as Patterson's chest rose and fell, the girl was agitated. "Sorry." She said to Patterson.

"No," Patterson said. They were already five floors up, and Tasha was wishing there was less, and Patterson was wishing there was more. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. You just don't understand that I want things left alone." Tasha had her arms again, and it was getting old now, well for Patterson.

Patterson took a step forward, "Can't we be civil? I'm being civil, you're acting out. It should be me who should be acting out, not you. I came here thinking there was a chance for us to clear things up, maybe move on or I don't know talk about it at least, but you won't even put an effort to do that." Patterson could not believe that was coming out of her mouth. "But instead you're trying to do everything you can to avoid it, and in the worst way possible too. I hate running, and that's what you had me doing for who knows how long."

Tasha wasn't saying anything, she just kept alternating between looking at Patterson and not at Patterson. Her stare was blank so there was no way of knowing what she was thinking. Her body was stiff, all contrary to Patterson.

"I loved that kiss," Patterson said. "I loved that kiss so much. It was-" Patterson was out of words, but the expression on her face said it all. "It was perfect and I love it so much. It was fresh and energizing." She took a breath. "It meant a lot, especially because-" She noticed as Tasha turned her head away, facing the corner adjacent to where she was standing. "Okay…" Patterson said, her words dry and stone cold. "You really don't care."

Before Tasha could say anything, there was a ding, and her words got stuck in her mouth. All Tasha did be watch Patterson leave after the doors opened. Baffled by what happened, it was the door starting to close that caused her to recollect herself. She walked out and Weller and Reade were staring at the bag in her hand. Reade then asked "You run here?" Patterson had the biggest grin on her face, but Tasha couldn't see it because she was still pretty far back. Tasha lifted her shoulders, not sure what to say.

"Yeah, we did." Patterson said for Tasha.

"You went out?" Reade said faking to be applaud.

"I went with Tasha, I needed a walk or run. You know, this case is pretty slow, so… yeah." Patterson looked over to Tasha, "Kurt can have Panini, I'm actually not that hungry anymore."

"You sure?" Kurt questioned.

"Ohh yeah, definitely. I just wanted to go outside, but this one kept insisting." She said smiling at the boss. "Yeah…I'll be in my lab." Patterson excused herself, leaving them all standing in a circle. Tasha had no idea that Patterson was such a good liar.