Fuck. He knew he couldn't lie to Street. They'd been friends for far to long, and he knew him better than any other person. But he knew that Liz could hear everything they said. If he knew her, and he did, she would have moved closer to the door by now. He grabbed Street's arm and pulled him further from the door, edging him out.

"Come on Street. Don't do this to me now man." Brian's voice had dropped to a low whisper, and Liz had to strain to hear his next words, moving so close to the door she thought Jim would see her. But even as close as she was she couldn't hear what they were discussing. All she knew was that it was about her. And Street knew something.

"Holy Shit, you di-"

"Shhhhhhhhh," Brian hissed," I don't want her to know. Now fucking leave." He was pushing Street towards the exit. Looking back to see if Liz had gotten nosy enough to poke her head out. Thankfully she hadn't.

"You owe me details man. Guess you win, huh?" That was the last thing Street said before Brian shut the door on him. Loud mouth fucker.

"So, you gonna tell me what that was about?" The look on her face and the way her arms were crossed said she meant business. Brian had seen that look and stance a hundred times before when he watched her interrogate suspects. That hard nosed cop look.

He sighed, what could he do now? He was metaphorically fucked, and wishing it was literal. But he knew he was bagged. She could read him almost as well as Street...almost. He could either tell her the truth, a bet he had made with Street about making a serious move, or tell her about telling Street he'd make a move, just leaving out the bet bit. He let out a loud sigh. Lie number two would work for now.

"That was Street," He said scratching the back of his head, not quite looking her in the eye. Then he swallowed hard. "He wanted to know if I had made my move on you yet..." He trailed off. He couldn't really lie to her. Not after working with her for so long.

"And what did you tell Jim?" She cocked an eyebrow skeptically, he knew she over heard the conversation. And it made him shift uncomfortably. Bagged.

"You already know, so why are you asking? Fuck, we made a bet that-" He didn't get the rest out before her anger exploded

"A bet? You made a bet about me. God damn it! I knew this didn't make sense. For fuck's sake Gamble." Gamble, that's how he knew she was really pissed, she called everyone by their first name unless she was really angry with them. His stomach twisted like he had just been punched. This wasn't good, all he could do was listen.

"So you made a fucking bet with Street, what about? That you could get into my pants tonight? That it wouldn't be too hard? That was it wasn't it, why else would you be so fucking silent." Her face was flushed with rage, and she was getting closer to him. And he couldn't do anything, he couldn't even defend himself. She was within a foot, telling him to say something, anything, to say she was wrong. Then she shoved him.

Brian stumbled back a foot. Surprised by the force or her shove, she was still ripping into him, when he grabbed her arms and pinned her against the S.W.A.T. truck.

"Jesus Christ Eliza. Shut up and listen." She looked like a deer caught in head lights, doe eyed, still and quiet." The bet was that I wouldn't make a serious move on you tonight. Street's way of lighting a fire under my ass. You weren't suppose to know, I wasn't going to try to fuck you tonight, that just happened. Well, that almost happened." He smiled, looking her in the eyes the whole, time watching her face soften, and the color begin to fade. But he didn't let her go, just continued to hold her pushed against the truck, rubbing his thumbs against her arm.

Silence filled the garage, that auto lights in the cage had clicked off from being empty of movement for so long.

"I should go," Liz's words felt heavy and foreign as they left her lips. And Brian looked briefly sad but he released her none the less. And she walked down the hall, head down to collect her things as quickly as possible. Even though she thought that he was telling the truth, it still hurt that he had to make a bet. And she felt like an idiot for believing that he would go for her of his own accord. Brian had his head leaned against the S.W.A.T. truck when she returned. Seeming to be thinking.

"I'm leaving now," She felt so uncomfortable," I'll figure out something to tell Fuller why it wasn't finished on Monday. Umm, have a good weekend I guess." She trailed off, half guilty, have angered. What she really wanted to do was take him home and fuck him senseless all weekend. But after her explosive anger towards him she felt like that was the last thing she should do.

"So that's it huh?" Brian turned to face her, guilt written on his face." The bet wasn't to get in your pants I swear it." He was moving closer to her, her hand was already on the door." Let me walk you to your car at least. It can be dangerous here a night."

She agreed reluctantly, still feeling awkward. Within an hour she had gone from being almost completely naked with him inside her, to not knowing if she wanted him to touch her again. If only her body and brain would agree, then she could go home to her vibrator and just rethink what had happened before Jim showed up.

"Was it just you and Jim?" Her question caught Brian off guard, he expected silence across the parking lot.

"Er, yeah. Just between the two of us. It wasn't a precinct wide thing if that's what you're thinking. He was just trying to get me to make my move on you." And things went further, he thought to himself. He felt his cock stir at the recall of her fingers wrapped around it stroking. He let out a release of air, thrusting his hands into his pockets when they reached her car.

"Well, good night Brian." She kissed him gently, just catching the corner of his mouth. She slid into her car, and started the engine, pulling away as Brian turned to head back inside. She pulled over, fishing inside her purse for her cell. Fuck it, now or never.

Brian's phone vibrated just as he turned off the garage light, grabbing his jacket and ready to head home himself. He figured it was Street as he flipped the phone open. It was Eliza.

"Meet me at my place, 30 min?"

"See you there." His fingers couldn't move fast enough.