A/N: This is my first shot at writing WMC I hope you all enjoy it. I'm going to be pulling facts and characters from the books and the show and putting them together in this. Plus I'll be adding in some stuff of my own, I promise that it will turn out better than it sounds.

Chapter 1: Introductions

Inspector Lindsay Boxer stood surveying a crime scene. The hip that held her service weapon jutted out slightly. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest and she flipped her Chesnutt colored hair over her left shoulder to get it out of her way. Her dark brown eyes studied the scene trying to soak up as much as she could and store it away for later use.

"Boxer, what are your thoughts on this one?" Warren Jacobi asked his partner. He was a black man in his fifties his temples were just starting to gray.

"This guy is dead." Lindsay stated bluntly gesturing to the body sprawled out on the ground.

The man lying on the ground was dressed in biker clothes and his greasy blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

"Way to state the obvious, Linds." Jill Bernhardt told her friend. The ADA had her blonde hair styled in a pixie cut. Her eye for fashion showed in her expensive suit and shoes.

"Hey, I'm just calling it the way that I see it. It's my job to figure out who made him dead, not how he got that way." Lindsay replied with a noncommittal shrug.

"That's what you all keep me around for." Claire Washburn the ME interjected. She was a short black woman who was just the right side of chubby.

"See, Claire gets me." Lindsay grunted. She wasn't in a very good mood at the moment. Being woke up because she had to get to a crime scene was not her idea of the best way to start the morning.

"What's with her?" Jill whispered to Jacobi.

Jacobi shrugged and arched his eyebrows at the same time. "If I understood what makes Boxer tick then I would be a rich man." He whispered back.

Lindsay having heard the exchange wheeled around to glare at her two friends. Before she could say anything her cell phone rang interrupting her thought train. "Boxer," she growled into the phone. She was sure that whoever was on the other end couldn't be bearing good tidings and sure enough she turned out to be right. "Ok, I'll be there in twenty." She said before hanging up.

"That must have been something mighty important to get you to leave a crime scene." Claire told her friend without looking up from the body she was examining. She knew that there was only one person that Lindsay would leave a scene for and if the look on her face was any indication the next time the two met was not going to be a pleasant exchange.

"Jill, unless you want Claire to have another body to work on today you will come with me now. I tend to be less homicidal when I have witnesses around." Lindsay ordered gruffly.

"This can't be good." Jill commented rolling her eyes.

"It's not, that's why I need backup on this one." Lindsay retorted. "Jacobi, stay here and see what you can work out I will be back as soon as I can." She told her partner.

"You sure you're not going to come back in handcuffs?" Jacobi asked her in a highly amused tone.

"I'm positive." Lindsay said glaring at the older man. She loved her partner, but he knew just how to push her buttons. "Jill, we're leaving now," she said as she started stalking off.

"Jilly, be sure that she's gentle." Claire begged her friend.

"I won't let her get too out of hand." Jill assured the older woman. She didn't really know what she could do to stop Lindsay if she got out of hand, but she would think of something if she had to.

Fifteen minutes later thanks to some erratic driving on Lindsay's part they were parked in front of the local high school. A young man with the same brown eyes and Chesnutt colored hair was waiting for them. He climbed into the Jeep with a cocky gait.

"Do I need to talk to your principal?" Lindsay asked meeting the young man's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Nope, he said as long as you got me out of here that would be fine with him. He said that he would just talk to you on the phone, since he knows how busy you are." the young man replied with a smirk on his face.

"Alright, tough guy, do you want to tell me what you did to get in trouble on the last day of school?" Lindsay asked him arching her eyebrow. The teen just shrugged his shoulders in response. "Damn it, Gus, that wasn't a rhetorical question. I want an answer now," she barked out.

Gus Boxer fixed his mouth in a hard line as he brought his eyes up to meet his mother's. "I socked a kid in the mouth, but I swear he had it coming to him." he admitted. He wasn't going to let his mother know this, but he was extremely proud of himself.

"Augustus Christopher Boxer, I'm not moving this car until you tell me why you would do something like that." Lindsay put her foot down. Normally that kid got away with murder with her, but she couldn't let him get away with causing trouble at school.

"That punk started it, I only finished it." Gus said crossing his arms over his chest. He really was the male version of Lindsay.

Lindsay was about to lose her cool with her son. The grip that she had on the steering wheel tightened and the vein in her neck was sticking out. Jill took note of this and decided to step in. "Maverick, you better give your mom a straight answer." She advised the boy she thought of as her nephew. She had even used his nickname to get him to come around.

"He was saying stuff about Boxer that I couldn't let stand." Gus relented. He regularly called his mom by her last name because that was just the type of relationship that those two had.

"What did he say?" Lindsay asked. She found it amusing when someone said something about her, very rarely did she feel the need to draw blood over it. Satisfied that her son was going to start talking she put the Jeep in drive and headed off to the Hall where her office was.

"He said things that I rather not repeat in front of Aunt Jill and then when I told him to shut his mouth he pushed me and like I said he totally had the ass beating I gave him coming." Gus replied. He was a hard ass just like Lindsay.

"Gus, look at me." Lindsay ordered him. She didn't go on until his eyes met hers in the mirror again. "I'm not amused by your bullshit right now. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I don't need you to defend my honor."

"So, I'm just supposed to let some guy call you an ice princess whose only problem is that she's in need of a good fucking?" Gus asked with disbelief in his voice.

"Some kid said that?" Jill asked. Times sure had changed since she had been in high school.

"Yeah, and I didn't find it funny." Gus answered her. He ran his hand through his close-cropped dark hair. He knew that he was in trouble this time.

"Gus, I don't want to hear another word from you right now." Lindsay said to shut him up. She really didn't need to hear anything else.

"Yes, ma'am," Gus said dipping his head in shame. "How much trouble am I in?" he asked.

"That will just have to wait until after I talk to your principal. Your punishment for this afternoon is you have to come to work with me." Lindsay informed him.

"But, mom," Gus whined well aware that he sounded like he was five instead of fifteen.

"Gus, I'm not going to argue with you right now." Lindsay warned him.

"I'm only objecting because Lt. Tom will be there." Gus reasoned with her.

"Maverick, I know how you feel about him, but he is still your dad." Lindsay told him gently.

Gus rolled his eyes. "Right, if you can still call him that after he just up and walked off on us."

"Buddy, you better do what your mom says she's not in a good mood right now." Jill advised him.

"Do you have a case?" Gus asked brightly.

"Yes, and no you can't ask what it's about yet." Lindsay answered his question and the question he was sure to ask next.

"When you have something more to go on can I ask questions?" Gus asked.

"Yes, you know that you can ask questions when I have more to go on." Lindsay promised him.

"Then I guess it won't be a total waste of my day to sit in the bullpen." Gus relented with a loud sigh.

Cindy Thomas was a red headed young woman of twenty-three. She had a nice firm body that showed off her youth and nice clothes that showed off her curves. At the moment she was on a mission. She was looking for Inspector Lindsay Boxer to pump her for some information. She was shocked but not at all surprised to see that the Boxer sitting at Lindsay's desk wasn't the one that she was looking for.

"You are certainly not the Boxer that I am looking for right now. On the plus side you are better looking and you do have a much better personality." Cindy told Gus with a warm smile. The kid had quickly become the little brother that she had never had.

Gus grinned broadly when he saw Cindy. "Cindy Lou Who, it's nice to see you too. Boxer is down in the morgue with Aunt Claire and Aunt Jill. I can take you to her if you want me to." He offered.

"I'm pretty sure that I should be offended by the fact that Claire and Jill are Aunt Claire and Aunt Jill, but I'm only Cindy Lou Who." Cindy teased him.

Gus gave her a genuine smile that showed off his perfect white teeth. "That's because you're more like an older sister than an aunt." He explained to her.

"Are you here because you want to be here or did you get in trouble again?" Cindy asked him. She knew damn well how difficult he could be at times.

"You know me, what do you think?" Gus asked her.

"Since I'm prone to seeing the best in people, I'm going to say that you're here because you want to be here." Cindy replied.

Gus stood and offered her his arm. "Would you like me to escort you to the morgue?" he asked giving her a little bow.

"I would be delighted to have you for an escort." Cindy said taking his offered arm.

Lindsay was pacing back and forth in the morgue with her cell phone to her ear. "And you're sure that this other kid hit him first?" she asked. She nodded her head when she got an answer. "He's not in trouble because he was defending himself you just had to send to him home to make sure he cooled off." She was obviously parroting what the person on the other side of the phone had said to her. She laughed at what she heard next. "If only I could afford to take time off. Thanks again, Joe, I know that I owe you big time for keeping him out of trouble again." She disconnected the call.

"What's the verdict?" Claire asked looking up from the body.

"Gus is off the hook, I'm just going to make him squirm for a little bit." Lindsay said with a devilish grin on her face.

"Good, now that it has been decided that you're not going to kill him we really need to talk about his birthday party." Jill said.

"Jill, nothing big, I know how you and Cindy can get when there is shopping involved." Lindsay warned her friend.

"I wouldn't dream of it, but the boy is only going to turn sixteen once." Jill reasoned with her.

"I just figured that I would take him to get his license and then let him hang out with his friends." Lindsay replied.

"You come up with a way to distract him and I will work on giving him the best birthday party ever." Jill said giddy with excitement.

"His birthday isn't for another two weeks." Lindsay reminded her.

"I need every minute of that to put a kick ass party together for him." Jill said like she was talking crazy.

"I don't know why I even bother trying to talk sense into you." Lindsay groaned.

At that moment Gus escorted Cindy into the room.

"Anyway, what do you have on time of death?" Lindsay asked Claire to make it appear as though they had been talking about the case.

"Body temp and rigor put the time of death at between midnight and two this morning." Claire reported.

"Alright, ladies, which one of us were you talking about?" Gus asked knowing them entirely too well.

"We weren't talking about either one of you. The only thing I have to talk about with you is how you are trying to give me gray hairs before my time. And that is something I'm very comfortable discussing with you." Lindsay replied smoothly.

"If they were talking about anyone they were talking about me." Cindy corrected the boy.

"Cindy, you've given us something to talk about after you leave. You couldn't find the morgue by yourself, so you had your boyfriend bring you." Claire was always saying something along those lines, because she knew that it would make Cindy and Gus blush and it made Lindsay's blood pressure go through the roof at the thought of her son dating.

"Ok, you seriously need to keep the ego of yours in check." Jill told her rolling her eyes at the younger woman.

"Really, kid, we have better things to do with our time than talk about you." Lindsay informed her. She was always giving Cindy a hard time because she was the youngest member of their group.

Gus was studying the body that was laid out on his Aunt Claire's table. "Whoever whacked this guy did one hell of a sloppy job. Not one of these bullet wounds is near the other. It's like they weren't even aiming the gun and if they were this is totally the person that I want to get into a gun fight with." He was so used to this stuff that it didn't even faze him anymore.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are Lindsay Boxer with facial hair?" Jill asked him like the thought had just popped into her head.

"I've heard that many times before and always from you, Aunt Jilly." Gus replied.

"That's because it happens to be true." Jill pinched his cheek for good measure on that one.

"Cindy, I'm sure I don't want to ask this question, but what are you doing here?" Lindsay asked the reporter.

"I am here for a story. Let's face it a biker shot dead in an alley makes for a pretty great news story." Cindy informed her.

"Anything that is said stays off the record for now." Lindsay warned her.

"Please, I'm so used to us being off the record that I've put the record away." Cindy assured her.

Gus had moved on from the body and he was now studying the personal effects of the victim. "Wow, this guy was a member of the Road Kings, that's about one step down from being in the Hell's Angels." He exclaimed.

Lindsay looked at him curiously. "How sure of that are you?" she asked him.

"I'm positive, I know my biker gangs pretty well. Lt. Tom used to work biker gangs and I learned a thing or two from that." Gus replied.

"Lt. Tom should really have known better than to show those files to his seven year old son." Tom Hogan said having walked in the room just in time to hear that. He had his dark hair cut so close to his scalp that the skin was visible. He had the most mesmerizing pair of blue eyes ever. "Boxer, are you in the habit of letting our son see things that he probably shouldn't?" he asked his ex-wife.

"He's probably seen worse than this, Tom. Besides you just admitted to showing him files when he was seven, he's almost sixteen now I think that he can handle it." Lindsay replied hotly.

Tom nodded his acceptance of that statement. "Is he in trouble of does he just want to be here?" he asked.

"He's not in any trouble, he's a good kid, Tom. For some reason I can't keep him away from this place." Lindsay replied tipping her hand to her son sooner than she had wanted to. But, she couldn't have Tom thinking that she was a bad mother.

"It probably has something to do with the fact that he has two cops for parents. Being a cop is in his blood." Tom joked.

"Tom, are you down here for a reason?" Lindsay asked. It was best if they kept their conversations limited. Well, best for her anyway she just couldn't stand knowing that Tom wasn't hers anymore and anytime they had a normal conversation it became painfully obvious.

"I wanted to know what you have on our vic." Tom said getting down to business.

"Not a whole hell of a lot. We know that he was shot sometimes between midnight and two this morning and we also know that he was a member of the Road Kings." Lindsay reported to him.

"Keep on it somebody has to know who this guy was." Tom ordered her.

"You should show his picture to the guys in organized crime. If he was a member of the Road Kings then they should know who he was." Gus suggested helpfully.

"I guess I will leave you to your work then." Tom said not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, I tend to get more done without you hovering over my shoulder." Lindsay agreed with him sharply.

If Tom took offense to her tone he didn't let it show he instead turned to his son. "Maverick, if you're up to it I would really like to catch a baseball game with you this summer." He told him.

"I'll have to see what I have on my schedule, I'm a very busy guy." Gus retorted.

The corners of Lindsay's mouth wanted to turn up in a smile upon hearing Tom call their son by his nickname. She could still remember Tom giving him that nickname. Gus had been about three at the time and he pretty much always did the opposite of what she told him to do. Hench forth the reason why Tom called him that, well that and one of his favorite movies was Top Gun.

"Ok then, I'll just give you a call and see what days you have free." Tom said before walking out of the morgue.

"Sure," Gus gave him a shrug. He was a teenage boy; Tom was lucky that he got that much out of him.

"Augustus," Lindsay scolded him.

"What?" Gus asked.

"You don't always have to be so short with him." Lindsay explained.

"He didn't have to leave us either." Gus gave another of his famous shrugs.

"That's it, you get back to the bullpen. I have work to do and I can't concentrate with you in here bugging me." Lindsay ordered him.

"Fine, I'll leave, but I'm not going back to the bullpen. I'm going to go to the file room and check out some of the cold cases." Gus said. He pretty much had free reign when he was at the station and no one thought anything of it because he was such a good kid.

"Just keep your phone on and I'll call you when it's time to go home." Lindsay said wanting to get rid of him.

Gus threw her a mock salute. "Will do, I'll catch you later, Boxer." He said before leaving.

"I swear to God that kid gets more annoying every day." Lindsay sighed.

"That kid gets more like you every day." Claire observed. She had gone back to the body in front of her.

Tom came waltzing back into the room just then. "Linds, I didn't want to ask with the kid in here, but what are you doing for his birthday?" he asked.

"Ask Jill and Cindy those two are in charge of his party. That should give you an idea of how out of hand it is going to get." Lindsay commented.

"Look, I want to buy him a car." Tom told her.

"Tom, if you have ever had that kid drive you anywhere you wouldn't be saying that." Lindsay warned him. She wasn't kidding either, she knew that she wasn't the best driver in the world, but Gus made her look good.

"That's because you're the one who has been teaching him how to drive. I kinda sorta already bought him a car and I just wanted you to know." Tom replied lamely. He just didn't know how to talk to her anymore.

"Tom, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but you're a good dad." Lindsay said smiling softly. She figured that she could give him that much considering all the things he had done that he didn't have to do.

"You know that I love that kid like he was my own." Tom replied. While he was the only dad that Gus had ever known he was not his father. That's why his last name was Boxer instead of Hogan.

"What kind of car is it?" Lindsay asked afraid to know. She knew that Tom was a big kid at heart and he had probably gone overboard.

"A sixty-nine Chevy." Tom reported he was pretty proud of himself for that one.

"Tom, you didn't get him a car you got him a pussy magnet." Jill exclaimed she really wasn't one for editing herself outside of the courtroom.

"Jesus, Jill, don't say that in front of Boxer she'll have a heart attack." Cindy warned her.

"Tom, you're just looking for ways to get him arrested. You know Gus Boxer only has one speed and that's go." Lindsay couldn't help laughing at that.

"He is just like his mother." Tom observed. "Come on, Linds, let me do this one thing for him. The car needs some work and I figured that we could log some quality Maverick and Goose time fixing it up."

"I don't know, the last I checked your fiancé didn't even know about him." Lindsay said skeptically. The last thing she wanted was to see her son get hurt. His real father had already walked away from him when he was an infant. She thought that that entitled him to smooth sailing for a while.

"I swear to you, I'm going to talk to Heather and tell her everything about him. I really want to do this for him." Tom was damn near begging her.

"I guess if that's what you want to do with him then it's up to you. I just want you to know that the first ticket he gets that car becomes mine." Lindsay gave him fair warning.

"Of course, thanks, Linds, I promise that you're not going to regret this." Tom said strolling out of the morgue again. This time there was a more noticeable spring in his step.

"Lindsay, I don't know how you are so cool towards him the man obviously still loves you." Cindy said with her mouth hanging open.

"He very obviously does not, he is getting remarried. The only reason we are that civil to each other is because of Gus and because we have to work together." Lindsay corrected her. She needed to reign herself in if even Cindy was seeing that she still had feelings for Tom then she was in trouble.

"I'm sure that was the reason that you had to tell him that he's a good dad." Jill rolled her eyes.

"He is a good dad, even if he does insist on having those ridiculous nicknames between them." Lindsay said defensively.

"Sure, Linds, just keep telling yourself whatever you have to, to make yourself feel better," Jill muttered.

"Alright, let's get back to the case. Claire, what do you have on the murder weapon?" Lindsay asked changing the subject.

"It's a nine millimeter Glock. I can tell you that for sure, that is the caliber of the slugs that I just pulled out of this guy." Claire reported getting back on topic.

"I'm gonna call Jacobi down here and then I'm going to get him to run this guy's picture by organized crime." Lindsay said more to herself than to anyone else.

"Linds, he's going to make one hell of a cop someday." Jill observed regarding Gus.

"I know, and I'm ashamed that I didn't think of it before he did." Lindsay replied. She really was proud of that boy he thought just like a cop whether he realized it or not.

A/N: So, here's the first chapter I hope you enjoyed it.