The cast was uncomfortable. It was a sticky, overcast, warm July late afternoon and he was cursing his brilliant idea to pass up his brother's offer. Joe had offered to do the stakeout if Frank would stay in the air conditioned office and go through the files they had found. Frank had felt himself bristling to them trying to baby him again. He had had much worse injuries than a broken arm and the heat of the summer was causing him to lash out more than usual. He knew that he was being stubborn and there was no reason for him to try to prove himself- they all knew what he was capable of. He hated feeling crippled. Shaking off his pity party he used his good hand to fish through his backpack for the bottle of water he had thrown in there, the ice having long melted. The drink he took brought some refreshment and distraction from his itchy arm until movement caught his eye. He sat up straight in the Buick he was using to stakeout his suspect and reached behind his seat to hit the knee of the long, slender figure lounging across the seats, laptop out and headphones in. "We have movement?" she asked, suddenly alert, simultaneously shutting her laptop and pulling out her headphones.

"Buckle up Drew, it's about to get real"

Throwing the car into drive he stealthily pulled into the busy road behind the gaudy yellow jaguar their perp had gotten into. The tall man had been a tough target to track all week and the way he was driving was meant to shake a tail if he had one. Frank grinned to himself, he loved a challenge. Snaking in and out of traffic he kept his target in his sights, accurately predicting his next moves. He was so invested in the chase that he didn't notice Nancy climbing over the front seat until a sharp corner almost deposited her in his lap, at that moment his mind became a jumble of hard to control thoughts as he was overwhelmed by everything from the smell of her perfume to the feel of her soft skin on his arm to, unfortunately, the view of her bottom right in his face as she tried to uncurl herself from where the corner had thrown her. "What are you doing?!" he yelped, all hope of having a suave or even dignified response out the window with his flurry of thoughts and feelings

"Oh come on," she charmed, finally righting herself and laughing "you can't expect me to contain myself to the backseat for this- this could be it!"

She had no idea what that smile was doing to his stomach, her strawberry blond hair flying in a fragrant halo around her beautiful mouth- "FRANK WATCH OUT!"

Her cry brought him to his senses long enough to narrowly avoid slamming into the car that had pulled between them and their target.

"Who taught you how to drive?!"

"Who taught me how to drive?! Who taught you how to SIT IN A MOVING CAR!? Next time just stay in the front like I suggested in the first place, you weirdo…"

"I'm sorry that it's a MILLION DEGREES and I didn't want to sit in the front and listen to you complain about being hot for another hour!"

"OH so you're okay with letting ME roast in the hot sun in the front because I don't like being hot? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"We've been together for 24 hours a day for almost 9 days now excuse me for wanting some me time"

"You're a professional, Drew, you get me time when we solve-"

"Frank!" she said, grabbing his good arm.

Their short argument was brought to a halt as they watched their guy pull into a storage unit and get out of his car. The pair turned to each other and grinned, the argument long forgotten. This was it.