Lennie turned over in his sleep—

They got home to eat then just hung around at the apartment; Lennie called Anita—

"Hi, Lieu? Hey, how are you? I'm good, took the troublemakers to Juvenile Hall and the processing center. I have three baseball tickets for the Mets and one of them I will give one to Ed and I was wondering if you and Don or your boys would want to go or your boys since I'd like to give them to you. "

"Grandpa wait, we want to go!" Leonard yelled.

"Hold on Lieu," he moved the phone away from his mouth then said to his grandson, "Excuse me! Who got me suspended huh? Who decided they wanted to take a drive? It wasn't me!" Leonard then went back to watching TV.

Lennie could hear his lieutenant laughing a little.

"What's so funny?" he asked then continued, "What do you think? It's a Friday night game."

"I'll give you a call when I find out," she told him then they hung up.

A few minutes later Lennie called Ed—

"Hello, Ed?"

"Oh, hi. You know I don't feel like talking to you so if you don't say what you have to say in 10 seconds I'm hanging up," he threatened his friend.

"Ed, I'm sorry. I should have called Van Buren and see what she would have said. Anyway, I have called Van Buren and offered to give her or Don or the boys two tickets and I want to give you the last ticket."

"Okay, apology accepted.

Monday August 22, 6am—

Lennie woke up from his sleep but was still groggy when he called Ed.

"Ed, I can't find my grandkids, I think they took my car for a drive."

"Lennie, you need to wake up. Check the rooms first, you might have been dreaming, man," Ed said while he was a little groggy as well.

"Alright, I will," Lennie said when he opened the door from his room to Brittany's to see her asleep as well as when he saw Leonard asleep on the fold out couch.

"Are they there?" Ed asked after Lennie went back to his room and closed the door.

"Yeah, sorry," Lennie said smiling, and with a sense of relief.

"Don't worry about it," Ed said then both men hung up and went back to sleep.

9:00 am—

Forty-five minutes after they ate, the phone rang. Jack called to find out when they could talk about the juror who made comments about him. Lennie told him he could come today but the kids would have to come with him. Jack told him they could wait in the conference room while they talked in his office. A while later the Briscoes left for the DA's office where Lennie talked to Jack while the kids waited in the conference room.

A few minutes went by and the kids saw some books and started pretending to be lawyers in a mocking way. They were enjoying it so much that they got too loud and caused Arthur to come into Jack's office.

"Jack! What in tarnations is going on here?" Arthur asked while he held the doorframe with one hand and held the door open as he leaned inside.

"Sorry Arthur, I was talking to Detective Briscoe and his grandkids are pretending to be lawyers and having a good time."

"I see, I hope they pipe down, I'm have a headache."

"I'm sorry Mr. Branch, my grandkids were keeping themselves company and I've told them to quiet down," Lennie said after he walked in and closed the door.

"Apology accepted, carry on," Arthur said then closed the door while walking to his office.

A while later the Briscoes left to a processing center for criminals and suspects when they noticed officers walking with suspects who were in handcuffs.

Lennie opened the door and let them inside while he followed.

There was an officer who buzzed in people to be processed, around the corner there was a cage that would hold prisoners who would have been arraigned. There was nobody in the cage so Lennie put the kids in there so they can see what it was like then tells them when they get out, they have to bring their hands out to be handcuffed. He would open a latch on the cage that had a cover so Leonard could bring his hands out as did Brittany in the other cage. Then he undid the handcuffs, put it in his handcuff holder then went to a slab door that held the buzzers for each cage. Lennie pressed it to let out his grandson first but it wouldn't buzz, the door wouldn't open; he did it for the second one and it didn't buzz or open.

"Hehehehe," he let out a small laugh that was not audible to the kids.

He did the steps repeatedly but it wouldn't open and got nervous but walked over to the kids to tell them.

"Sorry kids, you ain't getting out today, bye," he walked out to the lobby.

"Grandpa! Come on that's not fair! Grandpa!" They shouted then they heard a door close.

"Crap," Brittany said.

"I guess we are here for awhile," he said then sat on the bench at the same time as his sister.

They sat with their hands on their cheeks, elbows on their knees when they hear a buzzer go off a while later. Leonard got up hoping it was his grandfather but it was two police officers escorting a suspect in the holding cell. He sat back down while the officer buzzed the third door open and let the suspect in then saw two hands stick out to have the handcuffs taken off.

"What are you guys doing here?" The officer who took the handcuffs off of the suspect asked while his partner wrote the report.

"Oh, my grandfather was showing us the holding cell and processing area but he told us that the buzzer didn't work and he left," Leonard told him.

"Oh I see. So what do you think of being locked up?" The officer asked.

"Sucks," Leonard said while his sister nodded.

The officer was finished with his report when another officer who worked at the central booking came back then the officers left with the suspect. Ten minutes later Lennie came back.

"Hey kids, what do you guys think of being locked up?" Lennie asked.

He stopped as he saw the three cages in front of him were empty, he looked around the room and tried not to panic.

Where the hell are they? Lennie thought to himself as he looked at the empty cages and looked in the bathroom that was empty.

A while later after he searched the whole place, he got a call on his cell phone.

"Hello? Where are you? Okay, I'll be right there. Bye."

He hung up then went to the visitors' waiting room where the kids sat at a table and an officer was talking to them.

"Hey kids, Jeff," he said then shook Jeff's hand.

"Just showing them around," Jeff told him.

"Thanks," Lennie said then Jeff left.

"So what do you think of this place?" he asked them when they walked out.

"Hated it," Leonard said while his sister nodded.

"Can we get something to eat, I'm hungry?" she asked him.

"Well, I was thinking we would go to Juvenile Hall then get something to eat and go home for the day."

"Okay." Leonard and his sister looked at each other; she nodded then he responded.

After they left Juvenile Hall they were driving back to the apartment . The kids didn't like it at all in there, they realized what it is like to be in jail as well as having to be processed to go to jail.

After they got to the apartment, they began to pack then heard the answering machine play—

"Hey Dad, it's Julia, can you give me a call when you get this? Thanks, bye."

"You think something's wrong?" Leonard asked while Lennie was about to pick up the phone.