It's the end of her second and final day in New York. Despite Warrick's concerns, Sipowicz got Steven Cameron to talk, and the man's going up on two counts of murder. Everyone's in a mood to celebrate, Clark telling Warrick that he'd show him some New York nightspots.

They'd invited Sara along, but she had other plans, plans that find her walking along a well-lit New York street, not far from her hotel, arm in arm with Tony. They're laughing, and she's looking up at the lights like some starry-eyed tourist, but she doesn't care. She's just enjoying the night, enjoying herself.

"You want a hot dog?" Tony asks her, pointing out a vendor down the street, and she throws her head back, laughing.

"I'm not going to need to eat for a month," she counters, because he'd made good on his threat, had brought her to his mother's for dinner, and she'd cooked enough for an army, let alone three.

"Nah," he says, before launching into a dead-on impression of his mother. "You're too skinny … you should eat!"

"I'm surprised she didn't send us home with leftovers," Sara laughs, and from the look that Tony gives her, she gets the impression that they only just escaped that fate.

"She just worries is all," Tony tells her, but she already knows that, saw it first hand in May.

"Yeah," she says. "You're pretty lucky."

"This could be yours too," he says, and she looks at him curiously, not understanding. "I mean, I seem to remember a time you were looking for a transfer out of Vegas … and we could use some decent criminalists in this town … "

She considers the idea for a moment, because it's not without appeal, not ever, and especially not now, not like this.

It would be the easiest thing in the world for her to say yes, to get him to pull some strings, up sticks and move her life here.

Easiest, but not best.

She shakes her head. "Couple of years ago … even in May … I would've jumped at that."

"And now?" But he's heard the answer already, and they both know it.

"Vegas is home," she tells him simply, though she didn't even realise that's how she felt until right this moment, and she laughs in amazement. "I've never felt like that about a place before. And I don't think I want to lose it just yet … you know?"

He shrugs. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

It means more to her than she can say that he's willing to try, and because she can't find the words, she squeezes his arm, dropping her head to his shoulder for a moment as they continue their walk.

He walks her all the way to her hotel room, hugging her and kissing her cheek before he leaves. She watches him go, and when she lies down to sleep, for the third night in a row, she sleeps well.