Disclaimer: I don't own the CI characters but I would like to. I'd still share with anyone who asks. Any response, Mr. Wolf?

A/N: This is a post Endgame fic.

Bobbys New Relatives

Alex stayed with Bobby at his apartment through the next few days when he needed her the most to take care of the funeral arrangements. He was functioning but just barely. She made sure he had something to eat and took care of all the minute by minute functioning that made a household run so he could concentrate on making sure his mother was properly taken care of. That included keeping Frank from trying to forge some of the records at the bank and take money out in the form of a loan before the bank found out she had passed on.

With everything else, they couldn't keep him from scheduling a memorial service for her and the information was made public before Bobby or Alex could stop it. Therefore the entire squad room decided to come and it was in the papers. Alex was furious with Frank, but Bobby decided to let them hold the service anyway.

On the morning of the service, Bobby sat in his kitchen staring at the cup of coffee Alex had placed in front of him. "You need to eat." She told him, running her fingers through his hair.

"Not hungry. I-I wish this was over. Or Frank hadn't done this." He said miserably.

"I agree, but it's too late now. This is the last thing then we can mourn your mother in peace." She said softly.

Bobby leaned against her front and sighed heavily. He had been brave for too long and now he needed peace. Alex leaned over and kissed his head. "I have the bed all ready. Do you want to go lay down for awhile?"

"No. I'll just get ready and we can go."

"I don't think I ought to take my gun today. I just might shoot Frank for doing this to you."

"Sh-She was his mother too."

Alex sighed she knew that one was coming. "I'll clean up in here."

Bobby rose and walked tiredly to the bedroom and closed the door.

The service wasn't as big as Frank had hoped for. He liked the attention that being a grieving son was getting and a few people had slipped him money. Not because they knew him, but because they liked Bobby. That was the reason he had done this. He hadn't given Bobbys discomfort a second thought.

He was by the door before the first person arrived. He had practiced looking mournful in the mirror for the last few days. He recognized the new captain of Bobbys precinct and a few of his friends. They had already been tapped. He saw a young woman he didn't know. She looked like she had a great deal of money. He tried to catch her eye, but she ignored him. Her eyes were on the picture in front of the podium. She seemed mesmerized by the picture.

He moved up beside her and looked sad. She gave him a disgusted look and moved away to the chairs. She sat ladylike off to one side by herself and didn't speak to anyone. No one spoke to her either. Frank gave her up as a hard sell and moved on to his next mark.

Bobby and his partner came in and he was forced to toe the line. Bobby couldn't seem to see what he was up to but his sharp eyed partner gave him a look like she would just as soon put him in the hospital or in the ground right next to his mother. He tried smiling at her, but she just continued to give him the evil eye.

The ushers were getting everyone settled in the chairs. They were asking everyone if they were friends or family. Bobby was still surrounded by his friends. Frank heard the ushers ask the woman which she was. He didn't hear her reply, but she moved to the family side of the room. He made a note of that.

After the service, the woman stood off to the side and watched Bobby receive condolences. She didn't approach anyone. Finally the group began to break up. The woman waited until nearly everyone had gone then she approached Bobby and Alex. Frank moved over to hear better.

"I'm sorry for your loss." The woman told Bobby sincerely. Her voice was low and husky sounding.

"Did you know my mother?"

"No. I wish I had. I got here too late. I was headed here when I found out about her death."

"Then why, may I ask, are you here?" Alex asked.

"You are her son?" the woman asked Bobby.

"O-One of them."

"Then we're related. I'm Emily. My mother and yours were sisters."

"S-Sisters? My mother didn't have any sisters."

"Yes, she did. She had two. They didn't speak for years. I didn't find out about it until three years ago, when my own mother died, that there was documentation that they were a family."

"We can check your story." Alex told her sharply.

"Be my guest. Maybe you can find out more than I've been able to. What I found out wasn't much. The only reason I found out about you is that I've come across the bereavement site on the internet. It lists people who claim they need money for funeral expenses of loved ones who've died. I found her name there and someone listed named Fr…."

"Brother, who is this?" Frank tried to make it to Bobby before the woman, Emily, could finish the thought. He didn't want that kind of information to come out.

Emily gave him a cold stare. She recognized the picture he'd put on the internet. She knew a scam artist when she saw one.

Alex knew immediately who she was referring to. "I really think we should talk about this later in a more formal setting."

"That's fine. I have to have some of the information faxed here anyway. I didn't bring it all with me. Do you know where I can get access to a fax machine?"

"We have one at the office." Alex said.

"I would imagine all precincts have multiple machines. When and where do you want to meet? I can go pretty much anywhere for the next few days. Then I'll need to head back home."

"Where is home?"

"We'll sort that all out when we meet. I'm at the Holiday Inn on 29th Street. It was the first one I found. I'm not a big city girl." She gave a self deprecating shrug. "I am in room 134. They'll put the call through."

"What is your last name?" Bobby asked.

"You're a detective. I think you can figure that out. I'll look forward to seeing you then." Her inference that Frank was not invited wasn't lost on anyone.

She turned and walked out of the room. She wasn't tall, but she had a bearing that made people give her room to pass.

"I'm ready to go home, Bobby. How about you?" Alex asked her partner.

"Home sounds good." He replied. He picked up the picture of his mother and they walked from the room.

Frank stood alone in the room, unnoticed and unwelcome.

TBC