When Warrick hears that he and Sara have to go to New York, he's not happy. He welcomes a chance to nail Steven Cameron, but this isn't a vacation, and he knows that these things can turn into a nightmare of politics and personalities. He expects Sara to feel the same, is surprised by the half-smile that's playing around her lips. He knows Sara, knows that there's a full-blown smile waiting to escape; he just doesn't know why.

He intends to ask her, but doesn't get a chance, and she avoids his questions on the flight. He's more confused when they get into JFK, when he's trying to orient himself, and she's walking through, like she knows this place well. "You've been here before?" he asks, and she shrugs, not breaking stride.

"Once or twice."

She doesn't say more than that, either on the way to the hotel or to the station house, which makes him more curious. He does notice that once they enter the Fifteenth Precinct, she's looking around her as if it's a crime scene, taking everything in. The Desk Sergeant sends them upstairs, and once there, the receptionist ushers them into a room while four detectives introduce themselves, two men and two women, who are all, for some reason, looking at Sara curiously.

It doesn't take ten minutes for Warrick to glean that Sipowicz doesn't want them there, and though he knows he shouldn't, he finds himself going toe to toe with the older man. The others try to calm things, but nothing works until a new voice rings out across the room.

"I hear enmity and discord … so Sara Sidle must be in the room."

The speaker, a well-dressed Latino with a confident air, is leaning against the doorframe, his eyes flitting over everyone in the room, finally resting on Sara. Warrick's not sure what the story is here, and going by the confused looks, he's not the only one. Sara doesn't turn a hair though, instead holding up her hands, that full-blown smile breaking out at last. "Don't look at me," she says. "I'm innocent."

The man chuckles. "Like I'm gonna believe that," he replies, entering the room, extending his hand to Warrick, who's more interested in the shake of Sara's head, her quick downward smile. "Tony Rodriguez," the man says, his grip firm. He looks around then, his gaze a question. "What do we have?"

Whoever this guy is, his presence calms Sipowicz, who lets Warrick talk, then fills them in on what they have. They decide what the next move is, and the detectives file out, Warrick moving to follow them. He expects Sara to follow him, but she stops when Rodriguez calls to her. Warrick pauses shamelessly outside the door, the better to overhear, and he's more confused than ever when he hears the smile in the other man's voice. "You got plans for dinner?"

He's even more surprised when he hears the answering smile in Sara's. "You tell me."