The next few days were hectic for everyone, but Rafael was feeling more rested than he had in a few days, deliberately taking a step back from working so much.

He wasn't good to anyone running on fumes, and he had promised from the get-go to make his family a deliberate priority. Regardless of his often crazy work schedule.

Friday had, mercifully, gone well.

Tamin and Olivia got dolled up and went to the drug conference, both women discussing the best plan of action well beforehand.

The woman entered the building separately, and Olivia posed as some woman from out of town who worm in the prescription drug field while Tamin was brought upstairs to spend time with a few doctors.

Upstairs at the convention, Fin and Carisi burst into the hotel room Tamin was in to arrest a doctor, the undercover officer herself, and Tiffany. Not much later, Fin and Rafael spoke with Tiffany - who he was arraigning for grand larceny and prostitution.

Rafael commented that if she wanted to get out from under the mess to tell them who at Harrington gave the orders.

Tiffany, naturally, asked if she needed a lawyer, and Fin said that was her right, but they will just tell her to cooperate with them.

At that point, Tiffany stated that they were asking her to give up her bosses and they paid her really well.

Rafael commented that that was fine but the other girl they arrested was already talking. Tiffany countered that Kathy just started and doesn't know anything about how this works, but Rafael countered that, pointing out that Tiffany does, and that it was in her best interest to cooperate.

They'd managed to get several names, and Rafael figured he'd be able to plea several of the charges out.

Rafael and Olivia had also woken up to an e-mail from the school principal Sunday morning regarding the distance education plan that was in effect for the children who weren't at school and another from their son's teacher, allowing the boy to now start getting some school work done and, hopefully before long, have some sort of routine again. Noah needed it, having started to get a bit irritable and wonder when he was going to see his friends again.

They'd tried their best to reassure Noah, though, but the situation was what it was, and nobody knew when it was going to end.

Hopefully, between the returning school work, the backyard, and other activities around the house, they'd be able to keep Noah occupied.

The young boy was allowed to watch TV for an hour in the morning, but that was about it unless it was a really rainy day. They preferred him to read or play.

Keeping the kid from going stir crazy wasn't the easiest prospect, however, as he had a lot of energy. Thank god they'd moved out of the apartment, however. The townhouse had much more space, and the backyard, although not the largest, was definitely big enough for Noah to run around and play.

Things weren't going so smoothly with Rollins, however. Carisi, who had moved into the Rollins apartment, and she both had to go to family court Monday morning, taking a lawyer who specialized in custody cases that Rafael had recommended to them, the attorney having agreed to do it pro-bono.

By the end of the family court hearing, the pair was, thankfully, texting them to say that they'd been granted custody of the nephew - predicated on her apartment remain drug and alcohol-free and Kim Rollins not being allowed unsupervised visitation.

Rafael, thankfully, hadn't lost another ADA to the pandemic and was hoping that one of his ADAs would be cleared to return to work shortly.

Unfortunately, Lucy had also called in that day saying she had a cold and didn't want to risk coming in. They'd both assured the young woman it was no trouble and Rafael called his mother, asking if she could watch the kids for a while.

She had an important doctor's appointment that afternoon but readily agreed to watch the kids that morning.

He'd quickly asked Carmen to reschedule two of his later conference calls, and, giving a heads up to McCoy, grabbed a few of his files, and heading home at a quarter to three, McCoy agreeing that Rafael could work just as easily from home.

After the meeting, Rafael had practically run out of the building.

He tried to be quiet as he went in, knowing Sofía was no doubt down for a nap, but apparently his son didn't have the same concern.

"¡Papi!" he heard Noah exclaim from the living room where the boy was evidently eating a light snack. " You're home early."

"Sí, Mijo," he said, chuckling slightly as he spoke, "I am." He chuckled slightly as he spoke, and smiled when the seven-year-old threw his arms around him. He ruffled the boy's hair slightly. "¿Te has estado portando bien con tu abuela?" (Have you been behaving for your grandmother?)

He heard his mother chuckle. "Estuvimos bien, Rafi. Nada que no pudiera manejar." (We were fine, Rafi. Nothing I couldn't handle.)

He raised an eyebrow at that little comment. "Really?" He glanced between the two of them. "Ni siquiera voy a preguntar." (I'm not even going to ask.)

His mother smirked. "Buena decisión." (Good call.)

He placed his work files on the coffee table a few feet away and gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek. "Gracias de nuevo por venir a ver a los niños." (Thanks again for coming to watch the kids.)

"No tienes que agradecerme, Mijo," she replied. "Sabes que me encanta pasar tiempo de calidad con los nietos." (No need to thank me, Mijo. You know I love spending quality time with my grandchildren.)

He nodded in response. "¿Cómo va tu trabajo escolar, hombrecito?" he inquired, turning to face the boy, a warm smile on his face as he did so. (How's your schoolwork going, little man?)

"Bueno," his son replied without preamble. "Terminé mis problemas matemáticos y practiqué mi lista de vocabulario." (Good. I am done my math problems and practiced my vocabulary list.)

Rafael glanced at his mother who immediately chimed in. "Tiene una lectura que hacer, dos hojas de trabajo más, y luego ha terminado por el día." (He has a reading to do, two more worksheets, and then he's done for the day.)

He nodded, more than pleased with what Noah had gotten done. He hadn't remotely expected Noah to just sit down and do everything at once, and still had most of the day to do the rest of it. "Está bien." (That's fine.)

"Jugué mucho lego," Noah chimed in. (I played lots of lego.)

"Él hizo," his mother confirmed. "También jugamos en el jardín por un tiempo e hicimos un par de molinetes de papel." (He did. We also played in the garden for a while and made a couple of paper pinwheels.)

"¿Los molinillos de papel?" he said. "¡Qué chévere!" (Paper pinwheels? How cool!)

The boy grinned. "¡Iré por ellos y te los mostraré!" With that, Noah ran off to grab the crafts that they'd made earlier. (I'll go get them and show you!)

"¡No corras por las escaleras!" he called out. (Don't run on the stairs!)

He immediately heard the boy slow down. "¡No estoy!" (I'm not!)

Rafael shook his head, amused. "¿De dónde saca su energía ese chico?" (Where does that kid get his energy from?)

His mother chuckled. "Me preguntaba lo mismo de ti cuando tenías su edad." (I wondered the same thing about you when you were his age.)

He immediately rolled his eyes, a definite lilt of sarcasm in his voice when he spoke next. "Gracias, Mami." He eyed his files on the coffee table for a moment. "Iré a guardarlos rápidamente mientras Noah está distraído," he said, gesturing towards them. (I'll go put those away quickly while Noah's distracted.)

His mother nodded. "Dale. Mientras haces eso, nos serviré un café a los dos." (Go ahead. While you do that I'll pour us both a coffee.)

He gave her a warm smile. "Gracias." (Thanks.)