"Why are you so nervous?" Kate asked, sitting on the edge of the bed while Rick paced from closet to mirror as he debated on which shirt to wear. "It's just drinks with the boys and Lanie."

"They're your friends, what if they don't like me?" He turned to her, tossing aside the bright red dress shirt he'd been thinking about wearing.

"I like you, I'm sure they'll like you too. Relax!" Her words went over his head as he stared at the blue shirt in his hands with deep consideration.

Rick and Kate had been dating for two months, and she thought it was time for him to meet her 'precinct family', as her father called Ryan, Esposito and Lanie. She figured the Old Haunt would be better than some fancy restaurant where they would make awkward small talk over impossible-to-pronounce food. Rick had bought the place a few months ago, after learning it was on the verge of being sold to TJ McChucklenuts. It was after all his favorite bar, and it held a lot of meaning to him.

"A dress shirt is too formal, don't you think? Maybe I should wear a polo shirt. Yeah, a polo shirt is like the lovechild between dress shirts and t-shirts. Not too formal, not too casual. That'll work." He walked back to the closet, and came back after the longest five minutes of her life dressed in a green polo shirt, black jeans and black shoes. "Does my hair look flat to you?"

That was enough. He'd been getting dressed for almost half an hour now. She got up and put her arms around his neck, forcing him to look at her instead of the mirror.

"Rick, your hair is just fine, so is the rest of you. Stop fretting."

"But, Kate, they have guns!" He whined, pulling her closer to him."What if they think I'm not good enough for you? They could kill me in my sleep, and then Lanie would make it look like a natural death, and the boys would bury the case file so far in the records room nobody would see it for the next century or so!"

"I think your writer's imagination is getting the best of you. Come on, it's a quarter to seven, we'll be late if we don't go now." She kissed him quickly and walked out of the bedroom. He followed her, frowning.

"It's not my imagination," he muttered, "it's definitely not my imagination."

This is tagged as complete, but I might continue it later on, if inspiration strikes. I was bored and waiting for my food to get here, so I wrote this. It's mostly dialogue, not really my best, but I hope you guys enjoyed it. Sorry for mistakes. Thanks for reading!