You and Rosa are complete and total opposites in every way possible. She's a cold, total badass with a scowl that could kill and you're a ray of sunshine that could make anyone happy with a single smile. So, obviously, you're girlfriends. Guess opposites really do attract.

Rosa met you during brunch and was enamored by your smile and charming personality. One day, she had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out for a drink and now here you were, her gorgeous girlfriend. Rosa couldn't be more happy; she cherished the nights you spent together watching Gilmore Girls or helping her destress after a particularly annoying day at work.

Rosa found that you managed to soften her up, initially dismayed, but now she didn't quite mind. That's how much she liked (Loved? She still hadn't dropped the L-bomb yet, but had spent a considerable handful of nights thinking about it) you. Recently she found herself holding your hand in public or, on occasion, placing a hand on your hip to keep you close.

Rosa's at the precinct, glowering at the file she was filling out. She was pissed this morning, seeing as she had to chase not one but two kids down, the photocopier was broken, and Hitchcock was being... well, Hitchcock. Not to mention she was starving.

She glanced up as elevator doors to the precinct opened, and out came you, grinning ear to ear as you held a lunch bag in your hands. Rosa couldn't help the upwards twitch of her lips as you essentially skipped into the bullpen, and she got up from her chair, pressing a quick kiss to your lips while ignoring the stares of her coworkers and the exclamation from Jake.

"Hey, babe," Rosa greeted, her adoring expression a stark contrast from the scowl she was wearing seconds ago. "Why're you here?"