#rwoc

"She looks stunning," Olivia whispers, unable to contain her admiration. Fin nods in agreement. "She does… and she's pissed. Brace yourself." Alex glares. "What do we have here?" "You really didn't have to dress up for us, Alex," Olivia jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Fin chimes in, "Nice ride, Cabot." Alex smiles. "Thank you." Looking over at Olivia, she adds, "The driver's nice too, if that's what you want to know." Olivia's eyes widen, caught off guard. Before she can muster an answer, Alex cuts her off, "I can see you've had your eye on the driver's seat since I got here. If you're done, maybe we can talk about the case, please. I don't want to stay out here forever."

Fin and Olivia quickly fill her in on the details. In the end, they all agree to take the suspect back into custody and keep him there overnight, giving them enough time to get a search warrant and gather evidence.

Alex looks at her watch and sighs. "We're keeping you from something?" Olivia teases, a playful grin on her lips. "Just from getting home. You caught me right before dessert," Alex replies with a hint of amusement. "Dessert, huh?" Olivia raises an eyebrow, but Alex brushes off the comment and turns to Fin. "Okay, are we clear?" she asks for confirmation. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks for coming, Counselor. We can take it from here," Fin reassures her. "We'll call you in the morning when we have all the information sorted." "In the morning, waht time?" Alex inquires, her tone tinged with skepticism. "Around 8, maybe," Fin answers, a note of apology in his voice. "Sorry to ruin your Sunday." "Mhm. I'll expect your call at 8 then," Alex says, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Should we expect someone else to answer?" Olivia teases, earning a another glare from Alex that quickly turns into a grin. "I'm a big girl, detective, and certainly capable of answering the phone properly." Adjusting her coat Alex then bids them farewell and heads out into the night.

As Alex leaves, Olivia and Fin can't help but steal a glance as she approaches the sleek black Mercedes. It looks like something out of a movie, its glossy exterior shimmering under the streetlights. In one smooth motion, Alex opens the door and slides into the passenger seat. The interior light flicks on, but the angle is all wrong, still blocking their view of the driver.

After exchanging a quick glance, the two detectives make their way back to their own car in silence, the unspoken questions about the mysterious Mercedes driver put aside for the time being.

...to be continued