A woman placed a bottle of red wine onto the counter, followed by some Tequila and a six pack of beer. The woman behind the counter looked at her from head to toe. The female customer was wearing an old pair of jeans and a white tee shirt with the saying "if firemen are busy, call the cops". Her hair was in a ponytail. No way she was over 21.

"May I see your ID, please?" the saleswoman asked suspiciously.

"Sure," the woman returned and handed it over.

The saleswoman calculated the age from that woman's year of birth.

"This ID is a fake!" she said, cause that woman was never already 36 years old.

"You're kidding me?" the woman returned, smiling. How about that for a compliment.

"I'm going to call the police!" the clerk threatened.

"Oh, you just go ahead!" the woman replied. This was about to get funny.

55-Charlie arrived no five minutes later.

"What seems to be the problem?" Davis wanted to know, while Sully drifted off into the soft drink section.

"This woman here wanted to buy beverages, then when I asked her for ID, she gave me a faked one," the saleswoman explained, while the woman in question just grinned.

"What's so funny?" Davis wanted to know, a little irritated.

"That's not a faked ID, I am 36 years old," the woman told him.

Ty asked for the ID card and checked it himself.

"If this is a faked one, it's very good work," he said.

"You wanna see the pics of my kids?" the woman asked, still smiling. She was obviously enjoying this.

Sully came to join them, radio in his hand.
"55-Charlie to Central, can we have a ID check, please?"

"Go ahead, Charlie!"

Sully gave the dispatcher the woman's date of birth and waited.

"ID in question is legit," the male dispatcher returned.

Davis returned the ID to the woman.

"I told you…But I never had a better compliment in my entire life," the woman grinned and turned to the saleswoman, who was now embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry, Ma'am…," she said, while she scanned in the goods.

"That's okay. Like I said, never had a better compliment…"


Mary Proctor lead the Dohertys to the Children ICU. Kim's mother already waited there for them.

"Mom, what happened?" Kim wanted to know, worrying about the well being of her only child.

"Joey came home and complained about headache. He had a temperature, so I put him to bed. When I checked on him two hours later, he was burning up. I tried to reach you…"

"We were here…" Jimmy said in a defending tone.

"I didn't know what else to do, so I brought him here…," Mrs Zambrano finished.

Kim turned to get to her son.

"The doctor's are with him now," her mother said, but that didn't matter to the paramedic.

She rushed to Joey's bed and took his hand.

"Mommy's here, baby," she said, trying to comfort him. His forehead felt hot and his face was reddened.

"We're giving him fluids and tylenol to get the fever down," the paediatrician informed her.

"Thanks…," was all Kim could say. She gently stroke her son's head.

"You'll be better soon," she whispered.

Jimmy came in to join her on their son's bedside.

"Hey, champ, how are you feeling?" he asked.

Joey always wanted to be strong when his father was there, to show him he could be a man.

"I'm okay," Joey whispered weakly.

Before Kim could say anything, there was a knock on the glass door. It was Lieutenant Johnson. Jimmy went outside again to meet with him.

"Is Joey alright?" Johnson wanted to know.

"He's got a high fever," Jimmy told him and looked back inside. Seeing how his ex-wife sat by Joey's bed, stroking his hair, comforting him made Jimmy realise how much he still loved Kim.

"I'm calling in a replacement for both of you, so you stay here and take care of the little one," the Lieutenant said. He was a father himself and knew that Kim would be no good at work for the rest of the shift anyway. He turned to go.

"Thanks Lieu," Jimmy returned.

"Tell Joey, the squad wants him to be better ASAP!"


"Lieu, there's someone to see you," a female officer announced to Swersky who was in his office instead of the front desk for a change.

He was surprised when he recognised the woman behind Officer Crane.

"Miss Thomas! Please, come in and have a seat."

She sat down, her hands nervously fidgeting with the straps of her purse. This time she looked even more scared than at their first encounter.

"What can I do for you?" Swersky wanted to know, noticing her trembling hands.

"He…he has a knife! He showed me today. He was waiting in front of my apartment, and he held it up and said that it would be a present for me soon." Her voice was trembling too.

"What kind of knife was it?" the Lieutenant asked.

"A hunting knife, a real big one. He said it was very sharp…" She started crying.

"Please tell me you can do something!" she begged.

Lieutenant Swersky felt sorry for her.

"Has he told you he would kill you? Did he use those words?"

She shook her head slightly.

"I can't live like this, I'm afraid!"

"Where does he work?" Swersky was developing a plan.

"In a garage on Lennox, Joey's Auto Station," she told him and wanted to know, "Are you gonna arrest him?"

"There's still nothing illegal he's done, I'm afraid. But I will have someone over there to have a talk with him."

The woman stopped crying. "That would be good."

She stood up. "Thank you," she said.

"I'll have a sector car to bring you home, Miss Thomas. When you're home, lock the door. And if he shows up again, you call, okay?"

She nodded and seemed relieved, while Swersky got Officers Gusler and Greene from 55-John for an escort.