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At her doorstep, she chucked a twenty at the driver and practically pulled Conner from the backseat of the cab and onto her porch. Fumbling for her keys, it took what felt like way too long to unlock her door before she was able to yank him inside.

Dropping her coat on the table in the hall, she let her purse follow, then unclipped her service weapon and set it high in the closet. "Regulation," she murmured.

Her badge was still clipped to her waist, but she wasn't worried about it at the moment. At the moment, she was worried about Connor's hands and their relation to her body.

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"You go home. I gotta get to the precinct before Sinclair comes lookin' for me. And the last thing I need is to catch hell for bein' with YOU." She gives him another long look up and down, pauses, then leans over and gives him a quick kiss. "Bye."

A small smile, and she even blushes, as she hails a cab.