Shaw was taking pictures of the warehouse and the perimeter while Root sat in the passenger seat, observing security camera footage on a laptop. It was almost three in the morning and there was still lots of traffic in and around the warehouse.

"Got any idea what's going on in there?" Shaw inquired.

"Not yet."

"So, what do we do? Should we get inside?"

Root listened for a second to the Machine and shook her head no then.

"How are we supposed to find out anything by sitting here?" Shaw put the camera on the dashboard. She had counted six armed guards so far and over a dozen dock workers. Building plan showed three entrances and one emergency exit. Officially, the number stored products there, electronic equipment. She could do this.

"Could this get any more boring?" Shaw scooted on her seat, her butt was falling asleep. "Why do we have to sit here together. I could have done this alone just fine." She was getting hungry and therefore even more grumpy.

"And I thought you likes spending time with me?" Root smiled charmingly.

"What do you even want from me?" Shaw didn't mean the mission.

"What are you offering?" Root turned away from the screen and looked at her intently.

"Seriously?" Shaw locked eyes with the hacker.

"Seriously, what do you have to offer?" There was no innuendo her voice this time.

"Nothing."

"I don't believe that." One of the trucks blew a horn and the moment was broken, Shaw looked away.

"Even if I wanted to, which I don't, there is nothing I could offer. Not you or anyone." Shaw added, like she felt the need to explain.

"You can't know that," Root whispered, looking out the window into the darkness.

"Oh, I do. Been there, done that. Not working and definitely not worth the hassle."

Silence.

Root paused and carefully choose her next words, "I really love to watch you work, Sameen, I can't help it. And you can't really blame me for trying, can you? You know damn well you're smoking hot."

More silence.

"And no, I will not drop it, even though She's telling me to." Root was getting a little pissed at how unresponsive Shaw was. "Why don't you just tell me to fuck off then?"

"I did, numerous times."

"No, you haven't. Because," she paused and waited for Shaw to turn back to her, "You actually like the attention." Root stated.

"It doesn't matter, I don't to this kind of shit." Why wasn't anyone shooting at them? Where are the bad guys when you need them.

"You're pretty full of yourself, you know that? I've been trying to get in your pants, not get you to sign a pre-nup."

At this, Shaw actually chuckled. "You don't know what you're asking for, Root."

"You think I can't handle you?" Now, Root felt actually challenged.

"I only do angry," Shaw shook her head, "And you like pouring gasoline in that fire. Even I know that that's not healthy. I have no problem beating up perps, but I don't do that to,"

"To whom?" Root questioned.

"Fuck you!" Shaw narrowed her eyes, "Why are you smiling?""

"Because you actually do care."