Saturday night

Jackie and Tommy went down to that seedy bar, all dolled up. They still had some cash from the FBI gig. They bought some drinks and told Sammy's friends what happened to him.

"He's in a mental hospital?"

"His trustee came for him, so hopefully he'll get into a good rehab."

"I'm sure he'd like it if you wrote to him," Jackie added. "He needs all of the help he can get."

They stayed for a couple of drinks and were ready to go. A man invited them to the back. They didn't want to seem suspicious, so they followed him. Tommy was invited for a game of poker. Luckily, he mastered the game in college. He started off losing the first couple of rounds, but he made a decent come back. He controlled his wins and losses, not making too much for a newbie. He didn't want any trouble. Jackie procured them brownies. They each took one. She sat by his side and nuzzled his neck. She was his mole.

They offered Tommy a cigar. He was careful to puff it slowly.

"Want me to get you a Scotch?

He nodded. She came back with a glass for him an a Manhattan for herself.

Fritz and Brenda

Brenda gave Gabriel a call. "Hi David, How are you two doing?"

"Hi Chief. We're doing fine. FID came and went, and I'm not fired, yet."

"Oh Hush! You did nothing wrong."

"I didn't get the Captain in trouble did I?"

"No. FID is just a little pissy. I think they're a little butt-hurt about Sharon ditching them for Major Crimes."

Fritz looked up at his wife. Bobby was making chicken and dumplings for dinner. Hunter was eager to help. Joel was curled on Fritzi's lap.

"Do you think I'll be able to come back soon?"

"The report is due on Monday, so hopefully we'll hear then?"

Eliza was in the background, "David, Dinner's ready."

"In a second. I gotta go Chief."

Brenda went to help her brother cook. "What can I do?"

"Can you make me a margarita?"

Brenda knew how to do that. She grabbed her cocktail shaker and got to work. Salt the glass, pour the drink, serve.

"How come you sear the chicken if you're just going to cook it in stock?"

"When you brown meat, or toast bread, or roast coffee, the heat causes the food to go through a Maillard reaction, which is a reaction between the protein and the sugar in the food. This creates new flavors, and is why toast tastes different than bread."

"Whoa! Since when do you know chemistry?"

"I know food. It's chemistry at it's finest."

Bobby took out herbs and started to chop them.

"They smell good."

"I find that rosemary and sage go really nicely with this dish. You want to help make the salad."

"Sure. What do I do?"

"Cut the avocados in slices."

Brenda got the cutting board and started to work. Bobby cut up some mango. He washed the mixed greens and sliced some shallots into thin slivers. He took out the food processor and added butter to the herbs pulsing a few took out the blender and mixed in balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and some lime. He blended it all together. They put all of the good ingredients in the bowl.

"What about the dressing?"

"At the end, so it doesn't get soggy."

Bobby took the dumpling dough. "Want to help me make these awesome?"

"Yeah."

"Heat up that skillet."

Brenda got the pan nice and hot, and Bobby added the herb butter. He put in the balls of dough. Brenda turned them with the spatula, so they got nice and golden brown. Bobby took the dumplings and dropped them in the broth. He swirled the pot, causing the dumplings to sink. "When they rise," he started. "They're done."

A couple of minutes later, they were done. Brenda poured 3 bowls. Bobby tossed the salad. Dinner was served.

"You two spoil me," Fritz was ready to dig in. The salad was fruity and creamy. The chicken and dumplings smelled delicious, tasted buttery and well spiced. "This is awesome."

"Bobby always had a way with the kitchen. He would have made a great housewife."

"Oh stop!"

"Do you make dinner for Sharon?" Brenda inquired

"Of Course! Last night was a goat cheese salad, sole and asparagus, and a crème brulee."

"No wonder he's always there. I'd keep him, too." Fritz added.

"She also has an excellent wine collection," Brenda commented.

"She's special."

"She and Brenda used to hate each other."

"Don't you start Fritzi."

"Why?" Bobby was surprised to hear that.

"We didn't hate each other."

Fritz gave her a skeptical look.

"We didn't like each other, but hate is such a strong word. She irked me. She always had to go first."

"Brenda plays second fiddle to no one."

"Everything was a battle: crime scenes, witnesses."

"But you're friends now."

"She reached out to me during the lawsuits. I didn't appreciate it at first. I thought she was just being a hall monitor, but she was very helpful and outside of work, she can be fun."

"I haven't noticed," Bobby joked.

"Have any stories?" Brenda asked. "That are PG," she added.

"We went to get sushi with Rusty and Kyle today. They wanted us to get the love boat."

"Is that his boyfriend?"

"I guess. I didn't know he batted that way."

"You couldn't tell Rusty was gay."

"That was obvious. I meant Kyle."

"Why? Cause he's a jock."

"No. That wouldn't explain Jimmy. I just got the impression he was a ladies man."

"I think they're cute," Brenda added.

Fritz kissed his wife. "I think you're cute."

"Yuck!"

"We should go out sometime," Brenda started. "The four of us."

"Really. You wouldn't be weirded out?" Fritz was surprised his wife said this.

"I think it could be fun." She answered.

"I'll see what she thinks," Bobby replied.

They kissed again.

"I'm not going if you act like that at the restaurant."

"Oh hush! Like you never kiss Sharon in public."

Bobby shook his head.

Sharon's House

Sharon and Rusty sat down for dinner. Sharon made a carbonara with fettuccine. "Are thing serious...?"

"With what Sharon?"

"With you and Kyle."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, he's here a lot, and you two seem close and he was wearing your clothes."

"Is there a question?"

"Are you involved?"

"You're not giving me the talk are you."

"I just want you to be safe, and if you need protection or to get tested."

"New topic."

"Rusty."

"Okay. I guess he's my boyfriend. Can I now change the topic?"

"Sure." She knew that was about as much as she would get out of him.

"I got an A on my math test."

"That's great."

They started talking about school, the gossip, the scandals and even some talk about academia.

Flynn and Andrea went out on the town. They were kissing intently at the restaurant. They were sitting in a little booth in a hidden corner. Andrea was sitting on his lap, running her fingers through her hair. His hands found her ass. The waiter came by with their dessert. Andrea turned her head and slipped back into her seat.

They got a chocolate, marscapone cake. It was delicious. Andrea ordered another Scotch. "I'm feeling really good right now."

"I wonder why." Andy stole another kiss from her.

They demolished the cake and each other and after settling the bill, they went to see West Side Story. It was very well done. After the show, they went home.

He carried her through the door frame and brought her straight to bed.

They went back to making out, hands slipping off each other's clothes, kissing, bitting, scratching, pinching, and tugging on each other until they were ready to get it on.

She started stroking him. He teased her with his fingers. They both moaned and grunted. They had been building up all night and were ready to go off. He slipped a finger into her wetness and she gasped. He went to two fingers and then three. "AWWWWW"

She leaned over him and began to suck. He continued to work her with her fingers. She licked his shaft and began kissing his head. He groaned, his face starting to sweat. Her hips started driving back towards his fingers. "Do you want me inside you?"

"Fuck me!"

"I like it when you're bossy."

She smiled, straddled his hips and guided him into her. Her hips began to rock back and forth. His hands found her waist, and he began to thrust.

"OH FUCK! FUCK! FU-FU-FU-FUCK!" Her hands were on his chest. She liked to grope him as he pounded her.

"You feel really good!" Flynn loved being inside of her.

She began bucking wildly. She needed to cum. Her hand slipped to her clit and began to rub furiously. He loved watching her touch herself. It was really hot. It wasn't long before she started gushing all over him. He rolled her onto her back and began to pound her.

"OH GOD! FUCK! YES" Her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet pushing him into her. Her arms wrapped around his chest, and she started biting his chest and scratching him.

"AAWHWHW!" he groaned as she made her mark on his body.

He rolled her onto her hands and knees continued to fuck her. His hand slipped to her clit and he began to rub her roughly. "You like that don't you."

"Yes! OH FUCK YES!"

He got her to cum again, and he quickly followed her. They collapsed on the bed.

Sunday

Bobby and Hunter went for a run in the park. Fritz and Brenda slept in, and Joel took a nap in the sink.

Andrea and Flynn did chores around the house, laundry, mopping, vacuuming, etc.

Sharon made breakfast. Rusty wrote a history paper.

David and Eliza went to brunch.

Lazy Sunday for all.

Monday

Major Crimes

They got a woman who came to the "specialist" who was really Morales. They asked her how she knew the guy. She said he showed up at her house high begging for money. She told him to get out, and he hit her. They fought, and she hit him with her cast iron skillet to get him to leave.

That would be cause of death, Morales concluded. He told his findings to Raydor. It all sound plausible, so the DA said let it go.

Flynn was glad that this was all over. They all were.

Prosecutor's Office

David was able to come back to work. Brenda, and he went to investigate a robbery at a restaurant. They got there and discovered no one stole any money. Someone stole the cupcakes that were supposed to go to a function Pope was hosting. Major Crimes refused to investigate. Brenda shook her head. As it turned out, the owner hadn't paid the pastry chefs in three weeks, so they stole the cupcakes and gave them to a homeless shelter. Brenda didn't write them up for larceny. She convinced the chefs to make more cupcakes if the boss gave them cashier's checks right now. The boss did not like that proposition and wanted them arrested. Brenda said it was a civil matter and decided to leave. When the boss realized he had no choice, he finally cut their checks. Brenda told them to report him to the city if he fails to pay in the future.

Also, she got the chefs to sneak her some desserts. David drove her back to the office; Brenda nomming a delicious pastry.

Chicago

Harry and Molly went to their lawyer. "So we found a familial match. A female relative is in the organ donor registry. We sent a request, but we need her permission to get her identity."

"How long do we wait?" Molly asked.

"I don't know. I sent the request on Thursday."

"Can you call her?" Molly wanted to know.

"I only have seen a serial number. There are several privacy protections that we have to get through."

"So red tape crap." Henry wasn't surprised.

When they entered Marcus's DNA, they found a familial match in Michigan. The office that discovered the match doesn't know who he matched. They have to send a request to a local office, who tries to get the owner's consent to release the information. Without consent or a valid court order, No Go!"

The match appeared Thursday. The local office got the match today. Now, the phone call.

"Hello," a woman answered.

"Hi, we have a request for your information from a relative in Chicago."

"I don't have any family in Chicago."

"According to your DNA, you do. He's a 12 year old boy, looking for his father. Maybe you can help."

"I can try. What's the relationship?"

Rusty's School

He turned in his history paper and made his way to class.

A girl stopped him in the hallway. "You're Rusty right"

"Yeah."

"I hear you're trouble."

"Why are you talking to me then?" This girl was odd. He thought her name was Casey or KC or something.

"I like trouble. You busy on Friday."

"No."

She handed him an invitation and went on to class.

Bobby got a call from Jacob.

"Hey dude. What's up?"

"They're an offer in the mail. It's a good deal. She gets the Atlanta house and you don't have to pay her a penny, and you keep the Maine house."

"What do I have to do?"

"Sign it and send it back to me. I have to get it sent to the courthouse and filed."

"Awesome. You're the best."

"Any time, Cuz."

Atlanta, GA

Joyce got a rock. It was pricey. Michael had to finance it, not that she knew that. She couldn't wait to show it to her sister.

Washington, DC

Charlie got an offer. She could study in UCLA for a semester. She had three days to make up her mind. She wanted to accept then and there. She called her father.

"Hey Daddy."

"Charlie. What's up."

"I got accepted into a visiting semester program at UCLA."

"You're coming to LA?"

"For the spring semester."

"That's excellent. I'd love to have you here."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Are you going to stay through Christmas?"

"I hadn't thought about it. I just might."

Charlie got off the phone with her father and got to work. She told her boyfriend the news. He smiled, weakly and gave her a hug that made them both uncomfortable.

Prosecutor's office

Jackie and Tommy were still recovering from Saturday. There was a lot of drinking, and the brownie didn't help matters. They both looked beat.

Mendoza and Sue came into Brenda's office.

"Hello. How can I help you ladies?"

"We want to invite you out, to ladies night."

"I like going out, where?"

"Lucky Bar! They have half off drinks for ladies on Thursdays and a group of us are going."

"That sounds like fun! Can I bring friends?"

"Of course."

"Well, I'll see you then. Bye ladies."

They both smiled and left. They passed Gabriel on their way to the hall. "You owe me $20 Sue."

Sue paid up. "I can't believe she agreed to go to a lesbian bar with us."

Mikki laughed.

"She doesn't know. Does she?"

"Not a clue."

Gabriel winked at the Chief as she came out of her office.

"Don't you start."

He went right to his desk, whistling while worked.