A/N: I am republishing this story. There have been edits made. Text that has been italicized is a flashback, and text that has been bolded is from the show. I am merely borrowing characters besides though that are not recognized.
"Hey," Kathleen says as she enters Fran's Diner and notices Sam at one booth.
"Wow, look at you," he jokes with a grin as he hugs her. "You looked knocked up."
She sticks her tongue out at him as they sit down in the booth. "You are not supposed to make fun of pregnant women," she says. "Didn't Zoe teach you anything?"
"That was so long ago, plus I got to get in my jokes while I can," he says as a waitress hands them each a menu. "Who knows what is going to happen in the coming months?"
"You are going to miss everything," she says as turns to the waitress. "He'll have a coffee, lots of sugar and cream, and I'll have a very berry smoothie."
"Coming right up," the waitress says before leaving the two.
"Are you working today?" he asks as he looks over the menu.
"Night shift, week three of eight," she says as she looks through the options. "You talk to your sister about being under?"
"For a few minutes, she is still not pleased," he says as he puts the menu down. "She thinks I need to settle down and work more normal hours."
"It's not for everybody," she says as the waitress brings their drinks over.
"You ready to order?" the waitress asks as her eyes roam over Sam.
"She'll have the vegetarian stir-fry and I'll have the shepherd's pie," Sam starts as he ignores her. "We'll take an order of mozzarella cheese sticks and deep-fried pickles to start."
"Coming up," the waitress says before disappearing.
"Not hitting on anyone," she asks as she looks at him.
"What's the point?" he asks as he looks at her. "Enough about me. What are the newest developments in your life?"
"The wedding details are all complete," she says as she sips her smoothie. "We are looking at December 5. I've already ordered my dress, but am going in the week before to make any alterations. Melanie is already on my case about when I am planning on taking maternity leave."
"As late as possible knowing you," he says as he smiles at her. "You are that stubborn."
"I am thinking around 37 weeks. Then stay off till the New Year and start back up. Afterwards considering either daycare or seeing if I can sweet talk my dad into retiring early."
"Good luck with that one," he says as their starters arrive. "Is Callaghan going to take anytime off?"
"He's talking about taking six weeks. Taking the week off before my due date and then staying off till the new rookies' startup. Which would be the start of a new rotation."
"That makes the most sense. How is the whole night's rotation going for you?"
"Not too bad, a little easier, as I have more energy. Oh, Luke and I decided on one thing that we wanted you to know before you go under."
"Should I even ask?"
"That you would be the godfather. We need someone who will balance out the wackiness of Gail's ploys."
"Me?" he asks as he looks genuinely shocked.
"Come on, who else do I count on more than almost anybody else in my life?" she asks as she snacks on a pickle. "How many times have you come to my rescue?"
"Not all the time," he says as he frowns.
"For the hundredth or whatever time, it was not your fault," she says as she looks at him. "It was a freaky coincidence, is all. It could have been Luke or Steve that dropped us off, and it still went down that way."
"Still," he says as their food arrives. "What if we weren't able to get there in time?"
"Sam, stop beating yourself up for it," she says as she looks at him. "Do you remember the first time we met?"
"I was a week fresh from being cut loose," he says as he reflects on it.
Sam and Jerry pulled up to a house party. The division had gotten many noise complaints about the party. It was one of their first night shifts after being cut loose. Their assignment was to break up the party or have them quiet down. A hundred high school students were at the party. They were all around the property of a ranch-style house on High Park Ave.
"Great," Jerry cursed as they get out of the car. "This is what we need, some stupid high school party with idiotic teenagers."
"Hey, let's get in and get out," Sam said as they started towards the house. "If we see any alcohol, we threaten to bring them all in if the party doesn't break up."
"If we see drugs?" Jerry asked as they reached the front door.
"We arrest," Sam said as they made their way toward the living room. He let out a loud whistle. "Who is in charge here?"
The teens all looked at each other before a teenage male appeared. "It's my house," he said as he looked at the two of them. "What's the problem, officers?"
"We have been getting noise complaints all evening," Sam started as he looked around. "Now, we can handle this one of two ways?"
"Which is?" the teen asked in a bored tone.
"You can bring the noise down. Or we can start looking through this place. That means we arrest anyone we see drinking," Sam replied as he looked around.
"I am going to say that the red solo cups are not filled with soda pop," Jerry mentioned.
"That's going to get you and your parents in a lot of trouble," Sam finished. "So, what option are we going with?"
"I'll turn down the music," he said as he motioned to a buddy of his near the sound system. "Sorry for any inconvenience."
"Good, we don't want to come out here again," Jerry mentioned as the two of them left. "That wasn't too bad."
Sam shook his head as they walked back to their cruiser. That's when they noticed two teenage girls standing near the edge of the sidewalk. One was rubbing the other one's back as she was hurling. "Possibly not," Sam said as he pointed to the teenagers. "It would be wrong of us not to make sure they were okay."
"True," Jerry said as they walked over to them.
"This was not your smartest idea," a sixteen-year-old Kathleen said as she looked at her cousin. "How the hell are we supposed to get back to my house without calling someone?"
"Don't you dare," Gail said between hurls.
"Let me call Steve," Kathleen pleaded as she looked at her. "He did way worse when he was our age."
"He'll call my parents and you know it," she said as she hurled again.
"Are you two okay?" Sam asked as he and Jerry approached them. "It seems like your night isn't going as planned."
"We're fine," Kathleen began. "She ate something that isn't agreeing with her."
"What she?" Gail started before vomiting all over Sam and Jerry's shoes.
"Crap," Kathleen muttered as the scent of alcohol can be detected.
"IDs please," Jerry said, unamused, as Sam muttered under his breath.
"Look, officers, can't we chuck this up to a bad night?" Kathleen tried as she looked at them. "I mean, it's got to be a slow night if they are sending you out to a house party."
"IDs," Sam said as he looked at them. "Or we can take a trip to the division."
"You don't want to do this," she said. She reached into her purse and produced her ID before she grabbed Gail's and handed them to him.
"We'll see about that," Jerry said as he looked at the two IDs. "Crap. Sam, we may have an issue."
"Underage consumption," Sam said before turning to Jerry. "Public intoxication."
"We have Kathleen Boyd and Gail Peck," Jerry read off the IDs.
"Did you say, Boyd and Peck?" Sam stopped and turned to glance at him. He then turned and looked at the girls. "As in Donovan Boyd and Steve Peck?"
"My dad and cousin," Kathleen said as she looked at them. "I told you didn't want to do this? Look, how about we chuck this up to a misunderstanding and we all forget about it?"
"Keep dreaming," Sam said before looking at them. "Let's go."
"Sam," Jerry started.
"No one gets special privileges," Sam said. He grabbed the girls by the arms and led them toward the cruiser. "Remember."
"Okay," Jerry said as he opened the back of the cruiser.
"Uh, what did I do wrong?" Kathleen asked after Gail was placed in the cruiser with a bag. "I'm not drunk. Test, I am stone-cold sober."
"We'll see about that when we get down to the station," Sam said as he gestured to the car. "Get in."
"Fine, but don't blame me when you are on desk duty for the rest of the month," Kathleen said as she slid into the vehicle.
"I hope she's wrong," Jerry said before they both got in and drove back toward the division.
It was about a ten-minute ride before they pulled in. They got the girls out of the car before they walked them into the booking area.
"Hey, Ollie, got a couple of minors here," Jerry said as he looked at their friend. "We have Gail Peck and Kathleen Boyd."
"Okay," Oliver said as he began the paperwork.
"Is Staff Sergeant Boyko around?" Kathleen asked as she looked at the three of them.
"He is," Oliver said as he filled in the paperwork. "Why do you ask?"
"He should know that his goddaughter is here. That is, she is about to be put into a holding cell," Kathleen mentioned as she looked sweetly at them.
"Uh," Oliver said as he looked over at the other two.
"They found her at a party with alcohol," Sam said as he gestured to the other girl. "She is drunk and therefore broke the law."
"I'm going to go get him," Jerry said as he looked at Oliver. "Try not to let Sammy kill her."
"Deal," Oliver said as he lead Gail over to the bench as Kathleen and Sam had a stare-down.
"Look, I don't care who you have connections to. You broke the law," Sam said as he looked at her.
"Being at that party wasn't breaking the law," Kathleen retorted as they noticed the door opening again. "Daddy, a little help."
"Officer Swarek, should I ask why my niece and daughter are here?" Donovan said as he handed a prisoner over to Oliver. "Book him on three counts of possession and intent to distribute."
"Yes, sir," Oliver said as he led the male prisoner into a holding cell.
"Officer Barber and I found them at a house party in High Park," Sam started. "We were called in many noise complaints. We talked to the host and on our way back to our cruiser noticed your niece puking her brains out. She reeked of alcohol, so we brought them in."
"At what point did it not occur to you to take her to a hospital?" Donovan asked as he looked at Gail. "She could have had alcohol poisoning or had her drink tampered with. Did you call it in to dispatch that there was alcohol at an underage party?"
"No sir, we didn't notice any alcohol when we were in the house," Sam says as he looks at the girls. "We didn't even consider the possibility that she hadn't consumed it willingly."
The door reopened, and Jerry and Jason walked into the room as Oliver returned.
"Ah, Donovan, I see you have this under control," Jason said as he glared at Sam.
"Dispatch units to that party and have them contain all occupants," Donovan began as he looked at Jason. "Have the officers test for date rape drugs. Also to keep their eyes open for anyone who may seem intoxicated and have them checked out."
"Right away," Jason said before disappearing back into the station's main part.
"Do you know what to look for?" Donovan explained as he looked at them. "There are differences between being drunk or having alcohol poisoning. Those differ completely from someone who has been drugged."
"No, sir," the two both said.
"Exactly. Rule one of breaking up parties," he started as he looked at them. "Always check the victims out, no matter if you have seen no alcohol or drugs."
"Yes, sir," the three of them said.
"Was Gail drinking?" Donovan asked as he turned to his daughter. "She won't be in trouble if she was."
"I don't know," Kathleen said as she looked at him. "She went one way. I went to find Andrew. I was ready to leave about 30 minutes later and I found her like this, with a group of jocks from school."
"I want you two back at that scene," Donovan said as he turned to them. "I want to know every substance on that property. All prescriptions, all illegal and every type of alcohol."
"Yes, sir," they said as they looked at each other.
"Who's party was it?" Donovan said as he looked at his daughter.
"Richie Warren," Kathleen said as she bowed her head. She showed obvious signs of being ashamed, as she hadn't looked her dad in the eye.
"Any relation to Bobby Warren?" Sam asked as he looked at her.
"Who's Bobby Warren?" Jerry asked as both Sam and Donovan shared a look.
"What were you doing there?" Donovan asked as he looked at his daughter. "I've told you a hundred times to stay away from the Warren brothers."
"I didn't know it was their house," Kathleen explained. "Andrew invited me and Gail got an invitation from a group of girls from the cheerleading team. When I figured it out, I told Andrew that I had to go."
"Bobby Warren is a known dealer for Village Crew," Sam said as he looked at Jerry. "They're known for supplying the city with everything from uppers to steroids. They are into selling to high school and college students."
"You know your gangs and narcotics," Donovan casually mentioned. "What was Andrew doing there in the first place?"
"He tutors Richie sometimes," Kathleen replied.
"You are grounded, and I don't want you seeing him anymore," Donovan said before he turned to Oliver. "Tell Boyko to send them to the hospital and call my sister-in-law. Explain to him that the party may have a connection to the Village Crew."
"Yes, sir," Oliver said as he picked up the phone.
"Daddy," Kathleen tried.
"Not now, we will talk about this when I get off shift," he said before he turned to Jerry and Sam. "Let's get going?"