For the first time in a long time, Chloe was at a loss for words.

"I know your last try at this didn't go all that well. And I haven't always been the type that wanted to get married. But, Chloe, you're a game changer. And I don't want to go anywhere in this life unless you're going with me. So, Chloe Price, will you marry me?"

Chloe flashed back to that day in the locker rooms at work when Dov surprised her with an apology cookie and said those same words in an attempt to get her to give him another chance. Then she had punched the cookie and yelled at him for surprising her like that. But this time…"

"Yes!"

"Yes?", Dov stood up smiling, taking Chloe's left hand.

Chloe nodded and let the tears come as Dov slid the diamond studded ring onto her delicate finger. Then Dov cupped her head and they shared a long, passionate kiss. A few people around them that noticed what happened gave some shouts and applause. Sam clapped Dov on the back while Andy gave Chloe a quick hug and checked out her ring.

"One thing, I would secure that in a pocket, not wear it on shift. You know? Don't damage or lose it."

"Yes, please don't do that," Dov said.

Chloe understood and admired the ring one more time. Then she tucked it away in one of her vest pockets and put her glove back on.

Sam's phone rang. "What's up Brother?... Oh yeah, he did, and she said yes…. Yeah, it all went to plan…. Will do." Sam clicked off. "Staff sends his congratulations. Party tomorrow at the penny."

"Wait," Andy began, "he knew about this?"

"Well yeah," Dov said. "I first told him my plan and he said he make it work where we should be together at midnight. He said he'd pair Chloe with you knowing you'd try to be with Sam at midnight, if everything was going smoothly tonight. Then I talked with Swarek and made sure he knew what was going on so he wouldn't object to coming out here tonight. Everything went to plan and fell in to place perfectly."

"Did anybody else know?"

"Chris knew, of course."

"Of course."

"This is 1504, we need medics to our location. We have an unresponsive male subject that just collapsed in font of us. Looks to be in his mid-twenties."

"Speak of the devil," Andy said.

"Copy 1504, Medics have been dispatched."

Andy grabbed her radio. "1504, 15S1. Do you need assistance?"

"Negative," this time it was Ward responding. "We got it under control."

"Copy." Andy stopped transmitting and said, "Price we should probably get moving."

"Yeah, okay." She gave Dov one last kiss and said, See you later, Doy."

After they left, Sam looked at his partner. "Doy?"

"Don't ask," Dov said with a smile.

The rest of the night went as smoothly as could be expected some DUI arrests. Some intoxicated pedestrians who assured the officers they were heading straight home to get some rest. Juliet later filled Andy in on the collapsed male. He was only 19 in reality and the medics suspected alcohol poisoning.

The next day Oliver filled in the rest of the platoon on the events from last night, concluding with the engagement. "Finally, congratulations are in order. Detective Epstein proposed to Officer Price last night and, God help her, she said yes. Applause and laughter ran through the room. Dov eve laughed at his own expense. "Tonight, at the penny, we will be having a little party to celebrate. And as our most recent in-house marriage is still going strong, maybe we can start a trend for the better this time." More laughter and side conversation followed and Oliver let it go for a few moments. Now on to business. Detective Nash has been cleared to return to full duty so Officer Ward is joining her upstairs. On a related note, tis from the brass. All officers, including detectives and supervisors, upon entering the field must be wearing a protective vest." There were some groans but most understood that this was for everyone's safety. Oliver continued, "We've had some close calls this year just on this platoon. The rest of the service is no different. So that is the way it is going to be from now on. Assignments are on the board."

Nick and Chloe found themselves partnered together, Nick driving. They had been cruising along, Chloe talking endlessly about last night, and Nick happy to let her when they got their first action of the day. A car rolled through a stop and turned into their lane forcing Nick to jump on the brakes. Chloe immediately flicked on the lights and the car pulled over. Nick pulled in behind and grabbed the radio. "Dispatch, 1505. Show us down on a traffic stop. Leslie between Sproat and Endean."

"Roger 1505."

Nick and Chloe got out and approached the car. Nick tapped the driver's window but the driver opened is door instead. "Sorry Officer. The window doesn't roll down."

"I understand. Do you know why we stopped you today?"

"I'm guessing it had something to do with that stop sign back there on Sproat."

"Yeah, you didn't stop at it."

"Right."

"And I almost slammed right into you. Do you have your license and registration on you?"

The driver reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed his license to Nick who in turn handed it to Chloe. She went back to their squad to run it through the computer. Nick looked at the registration and confirmed it was for this car and returned it to the driver. "Going out of town, Mr. Parker?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Oh, I just noticed the duffel bag in the back and the fact that you're kind of in a hurry so I took a guess.

"NO, not leaving town.

"Then where were you heading in such a hurry?"

Chloe's voice came through Nick's radio before the driver could answer, "Subject is 10-63 10-67. 10-26 on an A.B.H."

"Mr. Parker can you step out of the car for me?", Nick said as Chloe approached slowly.

"What about?"

"Just step out of the car and we can talk about it out here, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever." Mr. Parker reached to unbuckle his seat belt, or so Nick thought. He saw a flash of chrome and realized there was a gun. Nick reached for his Glock but already knew he wouldn't be quick enough. Chloe was still too far back to see what was happening and approaching from the other side of the car. Mr. Parker cleared his weapon from its concealment and lifted it up as Nick disengaged the double locks on his holster and began to draw. Nick realized that the suspect's gun wasn't at a very good angle to fire on him, however, which Nick thought might buy him that extra half-second he needed to draw down on the driver. Then a single shot rang out and Mr. Parker's head snapped back and he dropped his gun hand to his lap and the gun fell to the floor board. He slumped in his seat and began to lean out the open door. All of this happened in about a second-and-a half. Another second and Nick realized that Mr. Parker had shot himself.

"Nick re-holstered his gun and grabbed his radio. "1505, rush medics to our location. Male, 34, GSW to the head. Not responsive."

"Copy 1505, medics are en-route. Back-up too."

"Pulse?", Chloe asked coming up behind Nick.

Nick grimly shook his head. Nick filled in dispatch on what happened and requested the coroner's service.

The gunshot had drawn some people out of their homes and they were standing around on lawns and sidewalks watching the scene before them.

Chloe keyed her radio, "1505, we got a crowd forming. Not hostile yet but could we get an ETA on that backup?"

"3 minutes 1505."