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"Cheers to Armstrong and Chankimha for taking down that thug Dante today!" shouted Brody as he lifted his glass high in the air above his head. He was about to kick back the shot, when he realized one of the dynamic duo was missing. "Hey, where's Armstrong?" he asked as he looked to Freen who managed a shrug.

The group turned and looked around, but Freen was the first to spot her. She had left to take a phone call a while ago, but now she was leaning against the wall with a hot chick chatting her up. Freen cringed when she saw the other brunette lean in to whisper something in Becky's ear. She didn't like the way Becky's nose crinkled in a grin at her words or the way the woman's hand lingered on her hip even after she had leaned back, and she definitely didn't like it when she saw the woman grab Becky's phone and type in what she presumed to be her number. What bothered her most though was that she really had no right to be bothered at all. Becky wasn't her girlfriend and she had done basically the same thing just a few nights ago with Alex. Still, after the last few days she couldn't stop thinking about the brunette and the longing feeling in the pit of her stomach just wouldn't go away.

"Armstrong get over here!" yelled Brody across the bar when he finally spotted her as well.

The rest of the guys chimed in and after giving the woman a quick hug and suggestive grin, Becky finally made her way back over, shrugging as she approached Freen who was giving her a knowing glance with a raised eyebrow. As much as she felt something towards the blonde she knew nothing was likely to come of it.

"Anyways, as I was saying...here's to Armstrong and Chankimha! Congrats, ladies!" Brody shouted when they had all gathered together again.

The group all raised their glasses and clanked them together with a hearty rumble before downing the shots in their hands. Freen and Becky were surrounded by everyone slapping them on the backs and congratulating them for their newest victory and they couldn't shake the smiles that had fallen on their faces.

"Quite the score you two had today," said Velasquez as he came up and wrapped an arm around each of the women. "You two make a pretty good team, don't you Chankimha?"

Freen groaned, knowing that he was referring to the time when all she could talk about was how much she hated Becky. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. My partner isn't the worst one on the force," she let out with a laugh before playfully punching him in the side.

"Not the worst?" Becky responded with a raised eyebrow as she stepped back and shot Freen a skeptical glare.

"Well yeah I mean you aren't the absolute worsttt," she teased before receiving her own playful slap in the arm. "I think you're definitely the lucky one in this arrangement," she added with a wink.

Becky shook her head and rolled her eyes while she thought on Freen's statement. She knew the blonde was just teasing her, but she couldn't help but see the truth in the words.

"Back door! They're coming out the back door!"

Becky didn't even have time to react to the information coming over the radio before Freen sprung up from their hiding place to intercept the men trying to escape through the back door. She knew their backup would be preoccupied with the other men in the house and that it was their job to clean up the guys sneaking out the back. Becky followed quickly behind to back her up. The first man that came bursting out the door took them by surprise and leveled Becky to the ground. He jumped up to take off, but didn't get far before Freen had tackled him to the ground. They fought for position, but Freen quickly got him on his back and subdued him. Just as she looked to Becky to make sure she was okay, she saw another man come crashing out of the door, wielding a gun.

"ARMSTRONG, GUN!" she screamed as the main trained his gun on Becky who had begun to pick herself up off the ground, but was frozen in fear.

Without even a second thought Freen threw herself at Becky and dragged her to the ground as a gunshot rang through the air. The bullet missed both of them and lodged itself into the shed they had just been hiding behind, but the sound of the gunshot fired Freen up even more. She turned and lunged at the man, taking him off guard as they tumbled to the ground. The gun slipped out of his hand and slid across the ground to come to rest a few feet away. With a solid right hook, Freen connect her fist with the man's face and he let out a cry. The blow weakened him for a minute, but there was still a fight left in him. He swung back and connected a solid blow to the blonde's temple. She was dazed for a moment and he seized the opportunity to reach out for his weapon. Freen grabbed his arm and pulled it back, using all of her strength to keep the man from stretching his reach for the weapon.

"BECKY, GET THE GUN!"

It was too late though because Becky had already grabbed it from the ground and had it pointed at the man's face. He lifted his hands in the air and Freen rolled off of him quickly and whipped her handcuffs out.

"You alright?" she looked up at Becky whose chest was rapidly rising and falling. When she nodded Freen quickly dished out the orders. "You stay here with him, I'm going after the other guy!" She nodded towards the fence that the other man was quickly trying to scale and then took off running after grabbing Becky's cuffs.

After a few long strides, she had closed the gap and grabbed the man's leg, ripping him down from the top of the fence. "Nice try, asshole!" she said as she pounced on him and slapped the handcuffs on him. "This my friend, is what you get for messing with my partner," she said as she ground his face into the dirt a bit while he yelled profanities back at her.

Becky couldn't help but think how hot Freen had looked in that moment, her muscles bulging as the man strained against her. Her hair was caked onto her face as she wiped the beads of sweat off with her tattooed arm and smiled her dimpled smile back at Becky who nodded in appreciation. If Becky could have taken here right there, she would have.

When she looked back up she realized that everyone was staring at her, still waiting for a response to Freen's teasing. As appreciative as she was for Freen's actions that day, she couldn't let her get the best of her again. "You're such an ass, Chankimha," she said before taking a sip of her beer. "And you know I'm the best you could ever get," she added with a teasing wink.

Freen almost spit out her drink at her partner's statement and couldn't figure out if there was a hidden meaning behind it. Quickly, she recovered her confidence and smirked back at her. "Oh yeah? From what Brody tells me, I was all you could think about for a few weeks there."

A deep shade of red instantly crept up Becky's cheeks. She had definitely told that to Brody in confidence and didn't think the fact that she studied up on her cases and was originally so excited to be her partner would have ever gotten back to Freen.

Freen could tell she had Becky right where she wanted her as she looked at her frantically stuttering and trying to find her words. She leaned in towards Becky so Velasquez couldn't hear and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. You aren't the first girl that couldn't stop thinking about me and you certainly won't be the last." She pulled back and winked before taking a swig of her drink and grinning widely.

Becky just shook her head. There was no way to come back from that so she decided a glare was going to have to do for the time being. Thankfully, Brody and Rodgers wandered over to rescue her from further embarrassment.

"Hey if it isn't the two leading ladies of the force," teased Rodgers as he handed Freen and Becky another shot each. "Cheers to bringing down that scumbag!"

They all clinked their glassed and then threw back the shot of tequila. Becky took it like a champ and seductively bit down on her lime as she looked back at Freen who couldn't shake the taste from her mouth. Her face had scrunched up and she was shaking her head as if that would help get rid of the burning in her mouth and throat. Becky couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked struggling to handle her shot. She definitely hadn't thought her big bad partner couldn't do a shot of tequila and there was no way she was going to let her get away with it. "Wow, Chankimha. I didn't know you were such a champ at taking shots."

Freen sent her a glaring look as the rest of the guys all joined in on the teasing. The truth was she could do shots of anything, but tequila. "Funny, Armstrong. Maybe next time I won't catch you when you're coming over that fence," she said with a wink as she watched Becky's face flush again.

"There's no way in there without being seen unless we go over that back fence."

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" asked Freen as she surveyed the area in front of them.

"I think it's the only way. These assholes have slipped us three times now. We've got them right where we want them and backup is on the way. We just have to get our position in the back so they can't escape that way when we send the guys in to breach through the front."

Freen weighed the options and realized that Becky was right. They couldn't let these guys get away again and their time was running low. "Alright. Let's get to the fence and post up there while we wait for backup."

"Got it," Becky nodded and strapped her vest on. "Let's do this, Chankimha," she said with a smile.

Detective Chankimha almost melted at her confident smile, but quickly refocused. They were heading into a dangerous operation and she couldn't let her mind stray. "After you Armstrong," she said and extended her hand to let her lead. "I'll follow you on this one."

At first Becky was a bit taken aback because Freen had never let her lead before, but there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity to gain more valuable experience. "Alright. Follow me."

They wove through the trees behind the house until they reached the large fence that closed off the back of the property to the woods that surrounded it. Becky chose a section of the fence that was almost backed up to a shed so that no one would see them hop the fence. "You first," she motioned for Freen to go first.

Freen nodded and quickly scaled the tree that got her half-way up the fence. She grabbed on to the top of the fence and quickly pulled herself up, ignoring the strain in her biceps. After swinging her leg over, she was able to steady herself and then drop down to the other side.

"You good, Detective?" hissed Becky anxiously when she heard Freen grunt upon landing.

Freen coughed and stood up to dust herself off. "Yeah. Careful with the landing. It's a bit rough over here."

Becky nodded to herself before hoisting her own body up the tree. "I'm coming over," she whispered through the fence as she grabbed onto the top of it to pull herself up. In one swift motion she swung her leg over and steadied herself so that she was straddling the fence. Just then she heard the back door open and someone call out to another man. In a fit of panic, she swung her other leg over the fence and dropped down roughly to the other side.

She landed hard, although the landing wasn't as tough as she thought it would be. She breathed a sigh of relief until she opened her eyes and realized why. She was lying on top of her partner in a very compromising position. She was straddling the astonished blonde whose hands were wrapped around her body, and holding her waist a bit lower than would be platonically acceptable, and their faces were just inches apart. Freen looked longingly back at Becky, desperately wanting to close the gap between their lips. The brunette's heart was racing against her own that had found a similar rhythm and she could feel her warm breath on her face. They stayed there silently for a moment, which felt like hours, staring deep into each other's eyes as they waited until the men clamored back inside the house.

When Becky finally pushed up off of her partner, she immediately missed not only the warmth of her touch, but also the chills that had been sent reverberating down her spine. She cleared her throat and helped the blonde up while she racked her brain for the right words to say. Words weren't coming to her though when her mind was filled with the images of Freen's piercing yet soothing gaze. There had been something behind her eyes that she hadn't seen before and she couldn't quite place what it was.

"I uhh...sorry I missed the landing."

"I think you nailed the landing perfectly, Armstrong." Freen immediately wanted to kick herself for responding without thinking. She could see the shock flow over Becky's face along with the redness that crept over her cheeks as the brunette processed her response. Freen awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck with her hand, waiting for Becky to say something, anything to save her from the taunting silence.

"Funny, Chankimha," she played it off with an eye roll. "Now can you wipe that smirk from your face so we can go catch these assholes?"

The guys turned away when some newer Officer's walked in and Becky grabbed Freen's hand to get her full attention. "About that..."

"What about it?" Freen shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Becky was pressing for more, wanting to know if Freen felt the same thing when their bodies were pressed together earlier that day.

"What is there to talk about,Bec? You fell off the fence because someone came into the backyard and you just so happened to fall on top of me. It happens." She took a sip of her drink and glanced back at her partner who seemed to be deep in thought.

Becky could tell that she wasn't going to get anything out of the blonde, at least not for the time being. She had such an indifferent look on and really seemed to think nothing of the encounter. Becky reasoned that her coy response must have just been her way of joking and that it really meant nothing. She understood, but still couldn't help but find herself longing for her touch again. "Yeah, okay. I just wanted to make sure that...uh...that we were on the same page with that."

"Yeah no worries, Armstrong," Freen said as she gently grabbed her shoulder. "Next time you're going over the fence first," she added with a laugh.

"And why's that?" Becky asked confidently while shooting her a pointed look.

Freen pulled her in closer so that her lips were almost touching Becky's ear and the words that left her mouth sent shivers down Officer Armstrong's spine for the second time that day. "Because then I'll get to land on you." She pulled back a little to flash a cocky grin before finishing, "And I always love to be on top."