Major Crimes

Conference Room

Brenda, Gabriel, Captain Branson, Chief Taylor, Officer Walters, his Union Rep, and his superior officer all sat around a table.

Brenda started with pleasantries. Gabriel explained their case. Schmidt bought jewelry at auction, overinsured it, threw out the jewels, burned down the warehouse, cashed the check and thought he was on easy street. When he saw the victim with the necklace, he tried to get it back, and he chased him into the street where Walters unfortunately hit him.

"Why throw out expensive jewelry? He could have just let it burn." This guy had to be single, Taylor thought. No man throws out jewelry. He shuddered at the thought on how much he spent on jewelry for the missus.

"It might not have been destroyed," Brenda added. The insurance covered the jewels. The building wasn't worth very much. If the jewelry survived, his payout was low. He figured by throwing it in the dumpster, it would end up in a landfill and would be as good as gone."

"He didn't realize that Diver Sam waited for people to throw stuff out, so he could look for treasure."

"And you can prove this?" Branson didn't think such a convoluted theory would hold up.

"Well, he already confessed, and we found the rest of the jewelry with the other homeless people. A witness claims Sam came back with it after dumpster diving. Given the over insuring of the jewelry and the fire was shortly after the policy matured, it's not too hard of a case." It reminded Brenda of the case when those women ran over drunks and cashed the check. It also reminded her of how that morning started. She and Fritzi were enjoying themselves, and the poor fool threw out his back." Brenda chuckled a little.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, Chief Taylor. Nothing at all."

"So can I go to work now?" Walters hated being at home. His wife nagged him all day about plumbing and stuff. Hire a plumber woman.

"None of this proves that Walters wasn't speeding." Branson was never happy with anything

Everyone groaned.

"Nothing proves that he was." Taylor was ready to end this. "We have a victim who got chased into the street by a felon and no one expected him to end up in the street right in the middle of traffic. It's a tragedy, but we have someone to put in jail. The family can sue him."

"Well, alright, but in the future I appreciate more …."

"Woot!" Walters screamed, hugged Brenda and ran out. "I'm back, Bitches!" he yelled as he ran down to Traffic.

"He reminds me of Bobby."

"He's a good man," Walter's boss concurred.

"You know him?" Bobby meets everyone. He's a social-ho.

"Well that was a successful joint investigation." Brenda was getting ready to make her exit.

"FID was completely left out of the picture." Branson was not amused.

Brenda smiled and left. "Good Day Chief, Captains."

FBI Office

Fritz had actually made a lot of progress with the jewelry. He got the lists from the manufacturers, so he was able to figure out which stores were selling the jewelry without permission. He then cross-checked that list with the number of fake pieces sold per store. Each time he found more than 3 fake pieces coming from a store in the past 6 months, he flagged it.

The list was pretty long. He knew that Major Crimes was busy with the Prescott case, but he could use a hand. Speaking of friendly hands Brenda called.

"Hey Boo."

"Hey Fritzi, How's work?"

"Busy, I got a lot of fake jewelry cases. How's your case going?"

"It's closed. He confessed. He's in lockup. I'm done for the day."

"Well, aren't you lucky?"

"Well, we could grab a bite for lunch, and maybe you'll be lucky too." Brenda loved to tease him.

"I would love that, but I'll get behind."

"I could help you after work. Two hands are better than one." She laughed as she said that.

"Promise you won't distract me all day."

"Not all day."

"All right. How about 12:30?"

"It's a date."

Brenda/Fritz's Place

Bobby came home to walk Hunter. She and Joel had been pushing a ball back and forth. When her master grabbed a leash, she ran to the door. Hunter loved outside. They got in the truck and drove to the park.

They went on a long run. Hunter tried to catch butterflies, and Bobby smiled at a lot of pretty ladies. Women love men with dogs. When they got back to the car, Bobby noticed he had missed a text. "Bobby- your sis is the best. Guess who's back at work." I wish I was at work. Bobby thought. "Great to here dude. I told you so." Hunter was thrilled that Bobby didn't have a job. She got to run during the day. Awesome.

Major Crimes

Craig Jr. had been mirandized and waited in an interview room alone. Raydor wanted him to stew for a little bit.

"I feel bad for the guy," Andrea said.

Flynn instinctively moved towards her.

"He has a serious temper problem." Sykes piped in.

"If only he had a normal childhood," Andrea hated cases like this. What she wouldn't do for time travel.

Raydor went down with Sanchez to the interview room. She chose him over Flynn in case Craig had an outburst. "Ooh Mexican Chocolate," Provenza teased him.

Raydor rolled her eyes and went to the room. Sanchez followed her.

"Do you mind if I watch?" Brenda wondered how they all operated now.

"Don't tell the Captain?" Provenza pushed a chair her way.

Sykes looked ready to object, but Flynn gave her a stank look and she stayed quiet.

"This is Craig Jr. He was a victim of our victim when he was a child."

"Are you hungry?" Sharon began. "Would you like a snack?"

"I would like to know why the hell I was dragged in here." Jr was not amused.

"I had a few more questions for you." Sharon smiled sweetly. It would not take much to get this guy to yell. Hopefully, he would yell out a confession. "Did you know your sister's attorney?"

"Which one? The first bastard or the second one." Craig folded his arms and leaned back.

"The second one."

"No."

"Did you ever write to him?"

"Why would I write to a complete stranger?"

"Maybe to send him this?" Sharon showed him the note with newspaper letters.

"I didn't send that."

"It came from Washington."

"Wasn't me." Jr. looked nervous. His forehead started to sweat a little.

"Did you speak to Holly after the hearing?"

"No."

"Have you ever been to her apartment?"

"Why the hell would I go there?"

"Would you be willing to give your fingerprints so they could be compared?"

"You won't find anything, I've never been there."

"Then, you won't mind."

"You know the one thing about sending letters. People almost always lick the envelope. Do you think your DNA will match?"

"No and you're not getting it."

"But we could get your parents. If it's a familial match, we'll know it was you."

"So what if I did send the letter. There's no crime in telling the truth."

"You threatened him."

"No I didn't. It said he would pay with his blood. It didn't say I would spill it."

"So you admit it now."

"I admit nothing."

"Really?"

"So I sent a stupid letter. I didn't hurt nobody."

CONT'D

Fritz's Office.

12:30

Fritz was engrossed in making his chart. He needed to get enough evidence to get a warrant to search these stores. He was going to need to interview the customers and before he did, he wanted an idea of what was going on.

He didn't even notice Brenda walking into his office. Well, he noticed once his file was knocked out of his hand, and she was in his lap. She gave him a soft kiss, with plenty of tongue. "Hello, Sexy."

"Baby, you're here."

"It's time for your break."

Brenda and Fritz went to the mac and cheese bistro. Fritz got the NY special with cheddar and prosciutto. Brenda got the redneck special, with pulled pork, ancho chili and shredded cabbage.

"You're my favorite redneck." Fritz laughed.

"Oh you hush." Brenda smiled. She liked seeing Fritz more. "So have you heard from Liz lately."

"She said something about falling in love in Bali."

"Ooh, Will we meet him?"

"Oh I meant she fell in love with Bali, not with a man." Liz was too scatterbrained to find a man. That would involve her not being distracted by the elements.

"How long does she plan on staying?"

"Liz. Plan?" What an odd statement. Fritz's hand found Brenda's. She fluttered from his touch. Her foot slowly brushed against his leg and made its way up towards his thigh. She smiled at him. Fritz looked at his watch. He had some time before he needed to be back. "Check Please."

After they left the restaurant, Fritz started to drive them towards his office. He took the long way, turning off on a road that went nowhere. When he stopped, Brenda took off her seatbelt and made his way onto his lap. He remembered the first time they fooled around in his car. Some bitch murdered a judge. It was a shame. Brenda was wearing this tight leopard print sweater, and he was very excited for her.

Brenda's mouth found his and her hands ran through his hair. Fritz's hands made their way to her hips. They spent a few minutes exploring each other's mouths. Their tongues danced back and forth and they breathed as one. Brenda rocked her hips forward and Fritz put his seat back. Brenda moved slowly but swiftly up and down, her hips grinding into his, her body leading his. Little Fritz started to make an appearance and pushed against her wet folds.

It didn't take for Fritz to reach Brenda's neck. He started kissing her neck and then moved on to her chest. Brenda undid his belt and opened his fly. Fritz's hands cupped her ass and he pushed her towards him. Brenda bit his neck and he hiked up her skirt. He pulled her panties down. Brenda put the seat on a backwards tilt and slid her panties down past her ankles and off her body.

Fritz sat up so he could push down his pants. Brenda freed his throbbing penis from his boxers. Her hands were a little cold, and her touch caused him to flinch. She smiled and slowly slid him into her body. He groaned as she mounted him. She smiled and began to thrust slowly.

The windows were fogging up as she began to ride him. Fritz's arms surrounded her hips, and he began to guide her movements. He really wanted to flip her, but he didn't have enough space in the front seat.

Brenda started to nibble on his ear lobe and pushed her hips.

"RAAW" Fritz growled. He wanted to drill her, but Brenda was intent on taking him slowly. Her lips and fingers kept teasing him as she slowly picked up her pace just to slow down again. Fritz turned bright red. He was hot and bothered and really wanted to cum. He was getting a taste of his own medicine and it was bittersweet.

"Relax," Brenda hissed into his ear. "Just enjoy it."

Fritz grumbled as Brenda enjoyed her afternoon ride. It looked odd, Brenda riding him with her clothes on. He pushed up her shirt and pulled off her bra. His lips found her nipples and he slowly began to suck on them. She leaned back to enjoy his work and accidentally hit the horn. "HHOOONK"

They laughed as she moved forward again. "Maybe we should get in the back." Fritz slid over the center console into the back seat. Brenda followed him and she took off her shirt and skirt. She resumed her position on top and Fritz's hands found her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts as she rode him. Brenda unbuttoned his shirt, and she began to pinch his nipples and scratch his chest. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Fritz hands moved from her breasts to her hips and held on to them as he began to thrust into her. Brenda started to buck like a bronco and moan and scream as Fritz drove his hips into her. After a couple of minutes, she was just on the edge. "Oh Give it to me, Give it to Me."

Fritz took that as an order and he flipped her. Her ankles were on his shoulders, his hands on her hips and he began to pound her. Soon, she came all over and he followed. He gave her a kiss. Her mouth was sweet and salty.

They embraced and held each other in the backseat. After they got a little rest, Fritz looked at the time. "Shit! I need to get back to work. Fritz tried to hop in the front seat.

"Don't you think you should put on clothes first?" Brenda giggled.

"I am so behind." Fritz started to scramble for his clothes.

"I'll help you." Brenda was in no rush. She liked basking in her after glow. Eventually, they got their clothes on and drove to the office. Brenda grabbed a comb from her purse and started to fix her hair. She looked at Fritz's hair. It was a mess, and so was he. He had lipstick all over his collar.

"What's so funny, Brenda?"

"Nothing."

They got back to the office. Fritz walked by without looking at anyone. Everyone started to gossip as soon as he was out of ear shot. "His suit's wrinkled, and he had lipstick on his collar." The guys laughed. The girls were jealous.

"Back to work." Fritz started going through his charts. Brenda started looking through the jewelry. "Where did you get this?" Brenda held up a perfect copy of the necklace that got Diver Sam killed.

"That one came from a pawn shop. A guy bought it and when he found out it was late, reported the shop for fraud."

"What did the shop have to say about it? " Brenda was curious.

"I haven't spoken to them yet. Why that necklace?"

"The original of this necklace got Diver Sam killed. Holly Prescott used to own it?"

"You don't say. Let's pay this guy a visit."

Brenda and Fritz made it to the shop. It was run by a guy named Al.

"Are you Al?" Brenda asked with her polite voice.

"Yep. This is Al's Shop. I am Al. What you get is what you see."

"What can you tell me about this necklace?" She showed him the necklace.

"That stupid thing. How did it get back here?"

"When was it last here?" Fritz was confused. This was rather odd.

"Last year, this guy tried to sell it to me. He didn't have a receipt, so I held it for a couple of hours to get it appraised. My jeweler told me it was fake, so I told the guy I'd only pay $50. He was pissed. He seemed to think it was worth 10k."

"Why did you sell it for $1000 then?" Fritz showed him the receipt.

"I didn't. That's not my receipt. Look at mine." He produced a stack of receipts. His were printed on a little printer. The receipt Fritz had was handwritten on yellow pad paper, sloppily.

"Maybe the man who brought in the necklace forged the receipt, so he could resell it." Brenda suggested

"Do you remember who the man was?" Fritz asked Al.

"No, but I sent him to talk to my jeweler. Maybe he knows."

Al dug around in his drawer and found a business card. Fritz took it. "Thanks."

They left the store.

Major Crimes

The Morgue

Morales had made new findings. The killer pushed the Prescott into the wall at a downwards angle when he strangled her. Based on way the bones broke, the killer must have been significantly taller than Prescott, probably was 6'1-6'3. He wrote down his findings and would bring them to Raydor when he was done.

Interrogation room

Jr. was eating a sandwich. He had a weird droop to his arm, like he hurt it some how. She wondered if he could have damaged it in some type of fight, a fatal one perhaps. Maybe he didn't go to the doctor, and it didn't heal properly. She was going to send the video to Morales and see what he thought.

Surveillance Room

Andrea's head made it's way to Flynn's shoulder. They made small talk, both of them zoning out on the case.

"Would you two get a room?," Sykes said.

They both blushed.

"Way to be the hall monitor." Provenza thought this chick needed to get a grip.

Tao. Jr.'s mannerisms are most interesting. He seems to have a lot of anger, but he seems very passive aggressive, yelling at hearings, cryptic note, kind of admits it, kind of doesn't. I am not seeing the rage. I wonder what would have made him actually snap.

The Jeweler's

Fritz and Brenda made it to the jeweler. They showed him the necklace and asked him if he remembered the man who owned it.

"That bastard. He was yelling, hollering, he put a dent in my wall."

"Maybe he thought you cheated him."

"I cheat no one. That necklace was/is fake. I'll show you."

.He pulled out his diamond tester and showed Brenda and Fritz. "See, Fake."

"Do you know any other tests?" Brenda was curious.

"Sure." He did the breath test, the glass test, all showed it was fake. "I offered to do the test for him too, but he got mad, snatched it and stormed out."

"Do you remember who he was?"

"I keep a book." He looked it up. "I can't read this, but maybe you can." He showed them the book. Believe it or not, it was Stroh's signature.

Brenda and Fritz looked at each other. "What the hell did that mean?"

They thanked the man. Brenda asked for a copy of his log book for that day and then they left.

"How do you trace a fake necklace?" Brenda asked Fritz.

"We are not interviewing Stroh. You testified against him in a murder trial, and if I am in the same room as him, I might kill him."

"Not that. Someone made this necklace look like it was real. It wasn't a mass production because this necklace was not widely distributed. There'd be no point. Someone custom-made this piece. There has to be a reason why."

Fritz sighed. He did not want to have to deal with this guy again. "I'll call headquarters and see if anyone can give us some help in figuring out who made this thing, but not a word about you know who to anyone."