Jerry Barber was in his office, packing up, when he got a call on his cell. Shay, the caller idea said. With a grin, he flipped it open. "How's my favorite cuz?"

"Don't tell Mona that. She'll kill you." Said the other end of the line.

"She would, too." Jerry grimaced, just thinking about it. "What's up?"

There was a pause on the other end, and then the woman spoke in a plain, flat voice. "They're transferring me, Jer."

"What?" Jerry swore. Being transferred was never good. "Why?"

"Apparently I'm too serious. They said I didn't know what to do with myself."

If his cousin's career wasn't in jeopardy, he would have laughed. It was the same thing everyone had been telling her for years. "Where to?"

Sam banged a fist on the glass door. "Let's go!" He mouth, dangling his keys. They were about to head to the 'Black Penny' as usual. Jerry waved him off.

"15th."

"No," Sam watched from outside, throwing up his hands as he watched his friend's expression changed. "No, you're kidding!" He let out a laugh. "When do you start?"

He could hear her grinning through the phone. "Monday. Can I catch a ride?"

"Defiantly."

Sam, fed up, stuck his head in. "Jerry! Let's go!"

"Keep your shirt on!" Jerry told him, covering the mouth piece. "I got to go. Sorry Shay."

He could hear her shifting on the other end. "Who's that? Traci or whatever her name is?"

"Naw," He grabbed his jacket and began to follow Sam out to the car. "Sam, one of my best friends from work. Actually, you want to talk to him? He might have a few pointers."

"Um, I guess so. Put him on."

"Alright." Jerry turned, covering the mouthpiece. "Hey Sammy, it's my cousin Shaylene. She's getting transferred to 15th, and she's wondering if you have any pointers." He held out the phone.

"Hello?" Sam held the phone up to his ear.

"Hi. So this is…Sam?"

Sam glared at Jerry. He just wanted to go already! "Yup. Listen, the only thing I can tell you is, if you have a question, ask, even if it sounds dumb. Better to look stupid then to wind up dead. Got it?"

"Roger that. I can tell you're antsy, so tell Jer I said I'll see him Monday, bright and early. Oh, and tell him not to forget the M&Ms. Later."

The dial tone rang solid in his ear for a moment before he hung up and handed the phone back to the detective. "Here. She said that she'll see you Monday, and not to forget the M&Ms." Jerry grimaced again, sliding the phone into his pocket. "What's up with that? M&Ms?" Sam asked.

"When we were kids," Jerry began, climbing into Sam's truck. They took turns driving so that they would both get home safely, and tonight was Sam's night. "We had this thing when we were little. When something important happened, we would have to buy a bag of M&Ms and eat all of a certain color. Like, red was for love stuff, yellow was for family stuff. Blue was for school, which got transferred to work as we got older."

Sam stuck the keys in the ignition and revved the engine, and then pulled out of the staff parking lot. "And you guys still do that?"

"Not much has changed between Shay and I since we were kids." He laughed wryly. "I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not."

Sam pulled into the parking lot of the 'Black Penny' as he spoke. "You have to eat some blue M&Ms, so what? Sure, it's a little childish, but whatever floats her boat, right?"

Jerry's face turned sour. "You don't understand, Sammy. I hate M&Ms. She chose them for that reason, you know."

Amused, Sam followed him into the hot and crowded bar holding the door open for the girl behind him to come in. "Whatever you say, buddy. Whatever you say."