"Well, as your son I'm going to say that I am working extremely hard and as someone who works at the precinct that you consult for I'm going to ask you shouldn't you be consulting?"

"Bit of both."

"Are you asking as my father or as a consultant?"

"A little lawyer who’s out of his depths. Shouldn’t you be working?"

"Whose ass are you giving a verbal rimming now?"

"Never go to trial." Nathan advised, making a mocking face though the voice down the line couldn’t see it. "Why? Because you’ll fucking lose, that’s why. Bury them in depositions and continuances and try not to fuck that up, that’s about all I can offer you. Bye, don’t get anyone sentenced to life in prison."

"I like beer pong. I don't like this."

"It’s all about the hand-eye Nicky." She said taking a quarter out of her pocket, and proceeding to roll it right into the middle slot. "If you can play beer pong, you can do this." 

"I'm a cop, not a magician. How am I supposed to make that?"

"Well let’s how that thought inspires you to win." Claire said setting up a fork on one end of a free table and moving to stand at the opposite end. "Take the quarter, roll it and land it in one of the slits. First one to get all three, wins." 

"I'm your favourite, remember that."

The wolf whistle echoed through the precinct as Claire stepped out of her office with a stack of papers. “We’re going to play a game…Whoever loses, does this stack.” 

"I wasn't but I understood that I was promised candy, which I never did see by the way. What ever did happen to her?"

"I didn’t know you were smart enough to understand bribery at this age, let alone when you were three.” 

"Some better than others though, right?"

Claire leaned over and ruffled his hair. “It was easy raising you, I had a bunch of good kids.” 

"You know she told me you paid her in candy to say she was your girlfriend and if I played along she'd share them with me."

"You mean when you were three and I had my first girlfriend?"

"I'm never going to turn away free food, you raised me better than that."

"You didn’t seem to mind the handcuff shaped cookies I brought with me." 

"It's the least you could do, my heart is broken into a million pieces and only a bottle of bud can put it back together again."

Sometimes Bec found it too easy when it came to messing with the boys in the precinct. It was almost like being in college again, she could predict their choices and have them wrapped around her finger without effort. “Sure, I’ll give you some alcohol to nurse that delicate ego.”

Nick lifted his arm, raising an eyebrow. "You sound like those cops we had come into school on career day. Oh wait, that was you."

"Crime never takes a day off, kiddo." She said tapping on the desk infront of him. "And neither do we." 

"I taught you how to speak to women. Don't forget that, cous."

"See, those of us who actually have the ability to talk to women don’t need to pay them to sleep with us."

Nick leaned back in his chair, his arm slung over his face to hide closed eyes he had been resting since he sat down at who ever's desk he was occupying at the moment. "Tell crime to take a day off."

"Look alive people we’ve got a busy day ahead of us." Claire announced walking into the precinct and glanced around at all the half asleep faces. 

He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a brief look of frustration flashing in his eyes when she patted her hand against his cheek. "Ouch," He pouted, the look of frustration was gone now and in it's place was a look of mock offence, "I think you just broke my heart, Griffin but I'll let you make it up to me when you buy me a drink tonight."

Bec’s eyes raked up and down Nick for another moment before she sighed. “I value my job over a few minutes with you, sweetheart.” Her hand patted his cheek, a little condescending and she smirked again. “Going out for drinks tonight with the couple of the detectives, you tagging along?”

Out of all the things he could have been trapped between, Bec and the squad car definitely weren't the worst of those. "My mum's the Captain, you can afford to me a few minutes late."

Bec kept her smirk fixed on her face, gently closing the door but keep Nick trapped between it and herself. She was good at that, getting into people’s space, making them squirm. “I have a shift to get to. Perhaps I’ll take you up on your offer after that.”

"Well, there's only one way for us to find out isn't there? What do you say? What happens in the squad car, stays in the squad car." He opened the car door, a mischievous glint in his eyes before he winked at her.

Bec let her lips tug up into a smirk before she took a step forward, her voice a stage whisper, like she was sharing some secret information. “Come on, you wouldn’t even be able to handle me for a couple of hours.”