"Item thirteen! Item thirteen! Can we please keep it down?" Det. Lt. Henry Goldblume asks of the usual rowdy men and women during roll call. Finally they hush. "That's better. This is a memo from Division."

Cops and detectives give a collective groan as their response.

"I know. I know. As I was saying, from Division. They want us to keep a closer watch on…"

"Babysitting!" One officer yells.

The room erupts into laughter.

Goldblume can see it's no use trying to contain the room's enthusiasm. He can only agree with them, hoping they'll calm down. "Babysitting. Right, Monroe. Anyway, what they want us to do is keep a closer watch on the blocks between 113th and 116th St. Kids have been loitering around the parking lots during the day, and the outlook doesn't look good. We could be seeing more gangs forming. I'm not happy about this at all, but we gotta keep our streets clean. It's been two years since we last saw serious gang activity. Don't think it can't happen again." He puts a finger up for emphasis. "It probably will. We'll have three sets of officers patrolling the area. Rollins, Churnowsky, Wayne, Monroe…because you love Division so much. Last but not least, Hill and Renko."

The sound of Styrofoam catches various officers attention. They glance over. An aroma gets quicker attention. Several more heads peek up from in back of the room.

"Item fourteen. Homicides have been down by thirty-two percent. Now, I don't know if it's the weather which has calmed down the overall crime rate or people are…just…" Goldblume's eyes scan the room as he hears some satisfied moaning and sucking sounds going on. "…happy." He looks slightly further back. "Sgt. Bates?"

Sgt. Lucy Bates looks up with her mouth full of greasy BBQ ribs, slowly sucking on a finger. When all eyes are on her, she asks, "Whabt?" She looks around.

Det. Neal Washington chews on his toothpick, looking at her while shaking his head.

Goldblume asks awkwardly, "Uh, Sgt. Bates? Would you care to share?"

Slowly she licks two more fingers. Equally as awkward with everybody watching she reveals, "Um, Mortimer's Grill out in West Ferry. They just had a grand opening and their ribs are delicious!" She continues to eat. "Now, I'm not knockin' the place at the north end of town which should go unnamed due to some unscrupulous activity, but Lieutenant? These are the best."

Officer Bobby Hill remarks to his partner, Andy Renko, "Lucy can put away more food than you, cowboy."

"There's a time and a place, Bobby."

Goldblume smirks at Bates' response, beginning to lighten up a little. "And that mention of food products takes us into item fifteen. That is, Det. Mick Belker is doing undercover at Peterson's Fish Market off of Delaney and 5th St. Two loan sharks and some highly suspicious activity of organized crime are said to be running what once was the best fish supplier in town. Prices have skyrocketed where some restaurants can't pay what they're asking on the market. Only restaurants that serve one hundred dollar wine and premiere steakhouses could afford it."

As soon as Bates is finished with her ribs, she looks nearby to see Officer Garcia has a cinnamon roll sitting on wax paper untouched. She tries to ask him about it. Goldblume notices her harassment of the officer's breakfast. Garcia pulls to the other side of his desk. Goldblume bristles at the sight, trying to stay focused on the roll call.

"Last but not least, item fifteen. "Jefferson Junior High School is looking for anybody who is willing to participate in a benefit hockey game organized by none other than our favorite down at the Y, Mr. Dudley R. Hicks."

Officer Rollins yells out, "From punk to puck!"

The room erupts into laughter.

Hill contains his giggling, "Hey, Lt.! How about you? You got blades of fury, or so I've heard."

Goldblume grins back sheepishly. "I'm not that good, Bobby. Trust me."

Bates quietly says to Garcia, "That's 'cause he's never tried."

Garcia answers back, "Sgt. you are not going to have that cinnamon roll."

Goldblume stares at her as he says, "Alright. That's it. Free to go."

The officers start getting up. Several pack up their breakfast items, when he shouts out, "Hey!"

Everybody freezes.

"Remember, let's roll and let's be careful out there."

All of the officers and detectives start leaving. Bates walks directly in back of a detective. "Hey, Hebner. Come on. You've still got a half a bagel."

"Sgt., what I do with it is my business. Whether I eat it or throw it away."

"C'mon. You're letting good food go to waste!" She answers in a perturbed tone. Then she spots Officer Bradford. "What are you gonna do with that croissant? I saw it just sittin' there."

Bradford turns to her. "Lucy, weren't you dining on ribs a few minutes ago? Give me a break!" He starts up the stairs.

Renko says, "Sweet Lucy, you'll be lookin' like me before you know it."

Hill adds in, "Yeah, and you don't want to look as fat and ugly as him."

Renko points a wary finger. "Hey! Don't you start with me, Bobby Hill!"

"I believe that's donut you start…cowboy."

"Ha ha ha. Very funny." Renko answers in mock indignation as he goes up the stairs.

On the main floor, Bates continues to try and talk fellow officers into giving her some of their breakfast.

"Hey, come on fellas."

They pass her by, ignoring her pleads. Lt. Howard Hunter of the Emergency Action Team steps up to her. "What seems to be the problem, Lucy?"

"I don't know. I'm still feeling depressed. Now, it seems like all I do is eat and sleep. I comfort myself with food when I shouldn't. It's just…so hard."

Hunter drops his head down. "I know. We're all still feeling a lot of pain. Well, I'm sure this… If I may… This…phase you're going through will pass."

Her eyes meet the floor. "I guess so."

"Move it, fish face!" Det. Mick Belker pushes a man in a suit over to the main office desk. "Belker," he announced, dropping his gun on the desk. Officer Raymond reaches for it, placing it elsewhere in back.

"I demand a lawyer!" The man yells.

"And I demand you to SHUT UP!" Belker yells louder.

Capt. Frank Furillo walks in, noticing the detective's catch.

"Got one?"

Belker turns around. "Uh, yeah. Vincenzo Scarpolli. He's one of the two loan sharks for the Mortimer's Market."

Furillo edges away from Belker who reeks of stale fish. "Good going, Mick."

"Thanks, Captain." The scruffy detective smiles back. Then he grabs Scarpolli by the back of his collar and drags him over to booking. "Come on, spittoon face. Or I'll have to walk you like a dog."

"You're the one who was growling at me!" Scarpolli yells back.

They start to walk ahead when Bates quickly notices. She lifts her head, taking in the smell. Entranced as though it were perfume, she stands in awe. "What is that aroma?"

Belker stops. "Aroma? Don't you mean smell?"

A few officers stop to see what will happen.

"That tantalizing fragrance."

"It's fish, Sarge." Belker answers mixed with a smile and confusion in his eyes.

"I know. I want to cover you in lemon butter." She answers with hungry passion.

Belker's sheepish smile cancels. "What's wrong with you, Sarge?"

Det. Washington watches from afar. He chews his toothpick and shakes his head.

Bates suddenly realizes all is not well with her. Quietly she slips away to do some paper work.

Hunter takes a whiff of the air. He makes a sour face as he nears Belker.

"Mick, you stink!"

Belker gives a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant!"