"Mhm, you know we could just stay here," Annalise practically begged, looking towards Rosie desperately, laying back on his couch, while he started to his feet. She'd stopped by after work, agreeing to come to the police department with him. "Have Pippi bring in the paperwork and just enjoy your monumental murder mystery case closing," she said, pushing herself up and grabbing onto his wrist. He let her pull him back down onto the couch. "Hey, we haven't celebrated," she added, seductively, as she climbed on top of him and straddled him.

"Oh, I wish I could, you have no idea-" she cut him off, only centimeters from his lips.

"It's not that hard." For a long moment, his entire body screamed for him to give in and he kissed her passionately, hands gripping her waist. She moaned in pleasure, thinking he was giving in as his hand wandered to her ass, cupping it lightly as her hands wandered under his shirt. Rosie hips rocked against her as she drew a line of kisses up his neck, but as an electric pulse ran through her body, he placed a hand on her cheek and told her.

"As much as I want to, we need to go." She sighed, defeated, telling him,

"Fine, but you can say goodbye to those sexual favors I had in mind," as she pouted. He wrapped his hands around her body, picked her up, and set her on her back so her was hovering above her.

"Well, good thing I have some on mind, too," he said, softly before pulling away. She sighed in frustration. "Come on, let's go!" While Annalise was the one being teased, he felt it too. She'd pulled a double shift after spending a night at home and if the time wasn't enough, seeing her so horny had turned him on and he couldn't seem to find the off switch. He was determined to remain the teaser, so with the hood of his car still up from the rain the day before, the glass foggy, and the car still parked behind his building, he reached for the button of her jeans.

She turned to him surprised, his cold fingers slidding down the inside of her panties and she grew weaker by the moment, squirming in her seat. Satisfied, he pulled his hand away, abandoning her once again, but this time she didn't settle and replaced his fingers with her own. His eyes widened, shocked by the abrupt action. His eyes were glued on her, infatuated by the sight. She wasn't shy about the pleasure she was feeling and threw her head back as breathing quickened and she moaned softly. He knew he couldn't drive now and gave up, shutting off the car and climbing out. He didn't say a word on their way back inside, watching her slowly and methodically suck on the tip of finger until he finally got the door open for them to slip inside.

After they were done, back in the car, she was sleepy, both from the sex and her last two shifts, but she wore a slight smile as she lightly drew circles on his hand as he rested in on the gear shifter, watching the city pass by outside.

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"Hey, better late than never," Ira commented when Rosie dropped a stack of pages on his desk in front of him.

"How you liking the new wing?" Rosie asked, taking a look around. The walls weren't painted yet and none of the desks were the same, but until the other part of building was fixed up, they'd be using a small wing recently added for purposes that would have to wait.

"I've worked in worse places," he said, truthfully. "But to be quite honest, I don't care where we work as long as everyones fine. I'm just glad we've got people like her to make sure all the people got out." Andy now turned back to him, distracted from her gaze over the bullpen.

"Ah, firefighters one, cops zero," She teased.

"I said I'm grateful, not jealous."

"Oh, I never said anything about jealousy but if that's how you feel, I mean, makes plenty of sense to me."

"You chose to be a cop, first."

"Mhm, but I still ended up the one in the turnouts."

"Yeah, but we don't get to sleep on the job," a familiar voice caught her attention and she turned to the door to see Ryan Slade leaning against the frame, amused. She smiled, glad to see him. He'd stepped down to move to Seattle, unsure of what to do without his chosen family surrounding him and fearing for the man he would become.

"You moved to the city of coffee and you're drinking sludge from a machine?" She asked, glancing at his cup, recognizing it from the coffee machine in the hall.

"Well, I'm not making as much as I used to," he said with a glance towards Ira, his new boss, though there was no resentment in his voice. Her held it out to her adding, "Here, you look like you could use it more."

"Mhm, proving yourself wrong in less than a minute." He raised an eyebrow, confused. "Not a whole lotta sleep," she said, referring to his previous comment about sleeping on the job as she took the coffee from him.

"Got a new lead on the Henderson case," Ryan said, turning back to work. Andy couldn't help but listen, a part of her unable to change, and after hearing a little, she couldn't help but chime in. Ryan didn't hesitate to pass the file over, recognizing the look on her face when she was getting somewhere. She scanned it quickly and asked a few more questions about the interrogation of the ex wife. Quickly, she pieced it together and found possible holes in her story. Ira let her look through Henderson's charges dating back to their marriage, in the joint account, many of which included hospital bills for miscellaneous injuries. She also found a hole in her alibi, the field she said she was dropping her son off at one she responded to a call to and knew was occupied by a school soccer team at the same time.

"Contact the nearby school, see if their team was there and if anyone might have seen a group of twelve year old boys."

"You think the ex-wife did it? We already questioned her."

"She didn't but she's covering for someone and judging by the hospital bills, it's likely someone that wanted revenge for his abuse. Maybe her current husband, people get protective like that."

"Being protective and murdering are two very different things," Rosie chimed in as Annalise rounded the desk back towards him.

"Mhm, well, I had a few plans when it came to Tawnye," she exaggerated.

"What she said," Ira commented, looking up the schools near the field.

"So, how long before you buckle and fight for your badge back?" Ryan asked, seeing how easily she'd jumped into her old job.

"And I have a badge," she replied with a small smile. "And I love my job," she stated before seeing herself out. Rosie followed a moment after, being informed of a body being sent his way that afternoon.

"So, how does someone so young rise so fast and then chose to do something else?" He asked Ira, baffled.

"You see her in action and you'll get it."

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A/N- Hello my old friends. I'm back from the dead.