That afternoon, Hank parked his car outside of the office that was now rented by Voight Detective Services. Erin was with him, as excited as he was to make a start.

"It was a stroke of luck that we can get those desks here today," he said as they got out of the car. Erin had found four for sale online, available cheaply as part of an office clearance. Although they were used, the pictures showed them in excellent condition. Even better, when Erin had contacted the seller to say they were ready to accept delivery, he had offered to bring them over in a few hours.

Hank unlocked the front door of the single storey unit and stepped into what was going to become the reception area. "There are four desks coming today, right? Three for the bullpen and one for my office. We need to order one for Alexa."

"Yes. I'm on the lookout for an L-shape one for her," Erin said. "It'll fit nicely here and give her plenty of work surface. Chairs I thought best to order new. I've done that, and they're coming tomorrow."

"Agreed, and good work," Hank said, smiling at her. That came slightly easier to him day by day, as he gradually thought of her more as his daughter again.

"Thanks. Computers are a couple of days away. Got the I.T. company lined up to come out the day after we get the kit so they can do all the setup. There's cabling to do, the server to setup, and so on. Oh, and phones are coming the same day as the computers. I.T. can sort all that for us too. I've also got the sign on order for the front of the building."

"I'm impressed," he said sincerely. Erin seemingly had the whole setup operation well in hand, showing that she was the right person to have in charge of it. Hank was the best person to head up the actual detective work, which he had been doing by touting for future business, with some level of success.

"It would be a good idea to get Alexa over here to see the place," Erin said. "And Kim, for that matter. I'll let you call Alexa, after that half ass job interview, if that's even what it was."

"Will do," Hank said, having no interest in a discussion about how he had handled that situation. "I'd like to show it to Kalinda too. Maybe I'll do that tonight."

"You should," she said positively. "I'm going to take some photos so that we've got some 'before' pictures."

Being able to contrast before and after once the business was up and running would be interesting, Hank thought. "Okay, do that. I'll be through here."

With that, he went through to what would soon become the bullpen. Erin, Kim and in time possibly Jay would work here. He pictured how the desks would be arranged, and imagined his team at work.

"You look deep in thought," Erin said when she came through from the reception area.

"Yeah. We're going to have three desks in here, but it's just occurred to me that we don't have a separate office to sit down with clients. I don't want them sitting at your desks."

"Hmmm," Erin said thoughtfully. "You make a good point. What if we made a somewhat informal meeting space in this corner? I'm thinking a couple of couches with a coffee table in the middle. There's enough room."

Informal didn't appeal to Hank. However, he was intelligent enough to know that it didn't need to appeal to him, it needed to appeal to clients. Most clients were likely to be closer to Erin's age than his, so maybe she knew best?

"You think that's appropriate for an office environment?" he asked.

"Definitely. It also might help to put people like one-off clients at ease if they have matters to discuss that are difficult for them. If you need to speak to professional clients, you can do that in your office."

"Alright, go with it," Hank decided. "Make sure you get stylish furniture though. This needs to look like an office, not someone's living room."

Erin smiled. "Got it... Hank. I nearly called you dad then. It caught on my tongue, like it didn't feel natural yet," she said regretfully.

Hank nodded his understanding. "It'll come, I hope. Let's get some more pictures."

"Let's get one together," she suggested.

Hank didn't particularly enjoy getting his picture taken, but he didn't object. Erin got her phone in selfie mode and they took one, both smiling.

"You know, I don't have a picture with Kalinda yet."

"You should get on that. Take the initiative."

He figured that was a good idea. It would be another way to show Kalinda she was loved and appreciated. "I will. Erin? There's something I want to ask you about."

"Oh?" she said, looking at him with a hint of concern.

"Kalinda has an out with the rental on her apartment after three months if she wants to exercise it. I'm thinking about asking her to move into my house. Our house, I mean."

"No, your house is right. And if you think you guys will be ready to try living together by then, go for it. It's possible I'll be living with Jay by then so maybe I won't be under your feet."

"You don't think it would be too soon though?"

Erin sighed. "Please try to get past this nonsense about periods of time, ages, and all the rest of it. If you and Kalinda feel ready to move in together, do it. If you don't, don't."

Hank nodded, taking in the advice. Erin went to work taking more pictures, as Hank followed her around. He looked forward to showing the place to Kalinda, and hearing what she made of it.

"So, Erin has all of the I.T. side of things in hand. She's on top of the furniture, the website, and so on. I'm lucky to have her doing so much," Hank said to Kalinda. They were at her apartment, getting ready to head over to the office so that Hank could show it off. "She was talking about going over there tomorrow to do some cleaning. The canteen needs some attention."

"I'll bring some stuff and give it a clean now," Kalinda said, heading straight for her kitchen.

"Kalinda, no. I can't have you clean my office for me. All I wanted to do was show you the place."

"Don't be silly, I'm happy to help. I'm sure Erin will have better things to do. And besides..." She took a grey bucket full of cleaning supplies out of a cupboard and held it up. "I've got everything I need ready to go. And I'd like to help out."

Don't reject her, Hank told himself. Accept the help, and appreciate it.

"If you're sure?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Alright, that's really kind of you. Let's head over there, then come back here and I'll order us some food in. My treat. It'll be the least I can do."

"Sounds like a plan. Let me get my coat on."

"And those leather gloves," he said as she walked by him towards where her coats were hanging up, putting the bucket on the floor. "I haven't forgotten what you did this morning."

"I'm sure you haven't. That was my intention. I'm going to put the very same pair on right now, but I promise not to put them in your mouth this time."

Hank stepped up behind her after she put the dark blue leather jacket on and put his arms around her waist. "What if I want you to promise the opposite?" he said quietly into her ear.

"Then I'd say I like your way of thinking. Not these gloves though, but ones I've got in the bedroom. Wait until later tonight."

"If I absolutely have to," he said, forced to watch at Kalinda put the gloves on. He imagined what it would feel like if she turned around and put a hand down the front of his jeans. But that wasn't going to happen. For now, he tried to move his mind away from sex. "You know, I was thinking earlier that we don't have any pictures together yet. Want to get one?"

"That's a fantastic idea," she said warmly. "I've thought about that a few times myself. Let's do it."

Hank already had his phone out. Even he was tech savvy enough to know how to get the camera into selfie mode. He held it out in front of them and they both smiled. Hank was struck not only by how happy Kalinda looked, but by how happy he looked also. He barely recognised himself with his face lit up like that.

"That's really nice. I'll post it on my Instagram when we're ready to go public," Kalinda said. "You should make an account, Hank, so we can both post and tag each other in things."

That seemed a bit unnecessary to him. He saw no reason to object though. "Maybe I will. It is a really nice picture. We both look happy."

"That's because we are," she said, turning around, still in his arms. That was becoming a familiar move for them. She gave him a kiss, then they parted, ready to leave.

"I'll drive," he said as they walked out of the apartment. He waited a moment while Kalinda checked to make sure the door was properly locked, then they headed for the elevator. Just before they got there, the doors opened and a man stepped out. Maybe a few years younger than Hank, he looked first at Hank, then at Kalinda before they passed him by. Hank had caught the 'how is he with her?' look on the guy's face. It wasn't the first time he had seen it from people, but he still enjoyed the ego boost.

"This will be my office," Hank said, showing Kalinda in. They had already covered the reception area and the bullpen. She was still carrying the cleaning bucket as they were yet to visit the canteen.

"It may all be empty at the moment, but I can already see you, Erin and Kim working here. You're going to make a success of it, and enjoy doing it too."

"That's the plan," he said with a smile.

"Was this your dream, Hank? Did you always want to do this one day?"

Honesty is always the best policy, he thought. "Never been much of a dreamer, Kalinda. Not in my professional life anyway. How about you? What was your dream?"

She gave a little laugh. "I had dream, with the full knowledge that it would never happen."

"What was it?" he asked, encouraging her to open up.

"To own a boat somewhere hot, Antigua maybe, and use it to run scuba charters for paying customers. Living somewhere impossibly beautiful and doing something I love to make money. Not that I don't love policing. You know what I'm saying."

Hank put an arm around her shoulders in a loving manner. "I do. And what I'm saying is never say never."

Kalinda moved so that she could look him in the eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

He shrugged. "Just that I might not work here for the rest of my days. I'll put a couple of years in for sure, so that I know the company is established and stable. Then I might let Erin take it over. Chicago's weather sucks."

Kalinda laughed. "That's a major understatement." She didn't comment further on what he had said, but the seed was planted in both of their minds. If things continued to develop for them, eventually moving overseas was a possibility. At the very least, it was worth thinking about.

A/N: Do you think Hank and Kalinda may end up moving away from Chicago?