Nothing Stays Secret Too Long on SWAT

9. Hondo

After Deacon confronted them at the bowling alley, Chris and Street were pretty quiet. They entered Chris' apartment silently, and they felt this weirdness in the air. It didn't take long for them to get ready for bed and slip under the covers. He felt her cling to him tightly, and he squeezed her back while shutting his eyes. She tried to fall asleep; sleep always came easier when she was with Street, but her mind was racing and her heart was pounding. He looked down and noticed the pinched expression on her face. They were both too restless.

"Let's go somewhere," Street suggested and shimmied away from Chris to rise from the bed.

"It's late," she replied, seeing the dark night sky outside her window.

"I know, but come on. Just gotta grab a few things," he responded and started rooting around her home for seemingly random items and stuffed them into his backpack.

She watched him, but decided not to ask questions or object; frankly, she welcomed the distraction.

He took her hand and lead her to his motorcycle. They took a short ride and arrived at their final destination.

"The beach?" She asked.

"We both need it," he answered simply and walked into the sand. He spread out a blanket and sunk down into a comfortable seated position. Chris moved to sit on the blanket, too. After a few seconds of readjusting, he curled up next to her and laid his head on her stomach.

"Things are gonna change tomorrow," he reflected.

"Can we not talk about it? Just for tonight?"

"Whatever you want," he promised.

"I'm not trying to avoid this. I swear."

"You don't have to try to convince me. I believe you."

"I just thought we'd have more time before facing reality," she whined.

"Let's just stay here forever," he wished, hearing her heartbeat mixed with the sound of gentle waves lapping up onto the shore.

"Sounds perfect."

At some point, they drifted to sleep and woke up to the sounds of seagulls and early morning waves crashing.

"Morning," she said happily.

"Good morning," he replied and crawled over to kiss her on the chin to make her smile.

"What time is it?"

"5:12" he replied while checking his watch.

"We need to get ready for work."

"We can still go to the diner."

"No, we should head into work early. Talk to Hondo before shift," Chris said, her lips were a thin line.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay. Let's change and get some food," Street coaxed. She didn't need much convincing; she thought going to the diner right now might make her feel a little less nervous.

They went back to Chris' place and showered and dressed quickly. Street put on whatever clothes he had laying around her place, and she complained that he was wearing her favorite sweatpants, which also happened to be HIS favorite sweatpants. Sitting at the diner, it was like every time before- same booth, same waitress, same order. But this time felt completely different.

"You've barely touched your food," Chris noted in a muted tone as she looked next to her at Street's plate.

"I'm not that hungry," he replied, quietly. Then, he looked around the diner. It had become one of his favorite places where he would come and spend time with Chris, but today, the colors all seemed to turn grey.