For context, these are my personal heist crews: Packie, Karim, and Rickie for Jewel Store (Smart Approach); Packie for Paleto Score; Packie, Taliana, and Rickie for Bureau Raid (Roof Entry); Packie, Taliana, Rickie, Karl, and Karim for Big Score (Subtle Approach). Also, I wrote this chapter before the other chapters. Now, onto the story.


Several days later, Franklin had not returned to the De Santa residence, and Tracey had not heard anything from or about him, which only somehow made her want to see him more. However, whilst Tracey and Amanda were out shopping, Franklin had texted Michael about a party he was throwing at his place that evening. In the early afternoon, Franklin drove his car to Michael's house and rang the doorbell.

"Frankie!" Michael said with open arms after answering the door.

"Ay man, whassup?" Franklin greeted as they shared a brief hug, when Trevor came from behind Michael.

"Well, at least everything's back to normal." Trevor said with a sarcastic grin as he put an arm each around Michael and Franklin. "WELL! Let's go inside; I'm thirsty!"

Michael and Franklin looked at each other, then followed Trevor into the house and rolled their eyes.

The trio sat on the round dinner table with a bottle of Pißwasser each as they chatted for a few minutes.


"My advice, kid? Don't ever have children. You have no idea how to do it right when it begins, and for some people, that never changes. So don't risk it." Michael advised Franklin, before gulping the last of his beer down.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, dawg." Franklin then finished his own beer. "So, what's the plan?"

Trevor finished his gulp of beer. "We get some beers and snacks, then head back to your place and make a night of it. Simples."

"Sounds about right." Michael concurred after finishing his beer.

"A'ight, man, let's go then." Franklin then headed for the door.

"Oh yeah, and by the way, kid - you'd better drive us. I don't think we'll be fit to drive back later." Michael suggested.

"Or even now, actually." Trevor added.

"Well it's a good thing I came in my car, then." Franklin chuckled, before looking up the stairs. "Ay, man, why don't Big J tag along, man?"

"Nah, I'm sure he's happy playin' his games." Michael shrugged.

"C'mon, Mike, it'll be good for him - to get out for a bit. Exercise and socialise, y'know?" Franklin suggested.

Michael sighed slightly. "Ah, sure then."

Michael then jogged upstairs and to Jimmy's room to find him on his bed, on his laptop. "Hey, Dad."

"Hey, Jimbo, wanna come to a... a party, of sorts?" Michael asked.

"Huh?" Jimmy looked at Michael.

"We're goin' to Franklin's house for a little while, havin' a few drinks. Beats stayin' alone up here, right?"

"Actually, I'm used to that, but... Eh, I dunno."


Franklin sat in his car with Trevor in the passenger seat. "Are they comin' or not?" Trevor complained.

"Relax, man." Franklin chimed, when Michael and Jimmy emerged from the front door. "See? They here."

Michael sat behind Franklin, and Jimmy sat behind Trevor, then Franklin began to drive them off. "All right, yeah! Whoo!" Trevor shouted. "The boys are back in town, baby!" The other three chuckled.

As they drove to Franklin's house, Michael spoke up. "So... James... how's the love life?" Mike asked nonchalantly.

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "You really don't wanna know. Either that, or you already know but you just wanna bug me about it."

Trevor looked in the mirror. "C'mooon, Jimmy, bein' single ain't that bad! Hell, I'm single, and look at me!" He said with a smile.

Jimmy's eyes widened, then he slowly turned his head to Michael, who did the same, while giving Jimmy a look that said 'Get a girl ASAP'.

Franklin chuckled. "Hey, dawg, I'm single too. And so is Mikey real soon, probably." He joked.

"Man, screw you, kid." Michael replied with a smirk.

"Ha! I knew it! Mikey, Franklin wants Amanda all to himself!" Trevor teased.

Michael rolled his eyes and Jimmy grimaced. "WHAT?" Franklin snapped back. "Man, what the hell you on, T?"

"A-hahaha! Naw, you're right, homeboy - I'm sorry." Trevor then looked back over his shoulder to face Michael. "He CLEARLY has the hots for Tracey. Dirty perv." He teased further.

"Ew! Uncle T, the fuck!" Jimmy chimed in.

"Ahh, come on, I'm just foolin' around." Trevor chuckled to himself.

"Not cool, man." Michael said casually. Several awkward seconds passed.

"Actually, come to think of it, they are both pretty attractive ladies." Franklin said with a crude smirk.

"Oh, come ON, not you too!" Michael rolled his eyes, making Trevor laugh wildly.


Later, they arrived at Franklin's house with some beers and snacks they'd bought on the way. Michael called Lester Crest and asked him to bring the crew down. Ten minutes later, Lamar had arrived in a taxi. An hour after that, as the music had become louder, Taliana Martinez had arrived in a black van, with Lester as her passenger; Patrick "Packie" McReary, Karim Denz, Rickie Lukens, and Lester's assistant Paige Harris were seated in the back.

"Ay, homie. Where Chop at, anyway?" Lamar asked Franklin.

"Man, shit, I dunno, dawg - but he definitely around the neighborhood. He loves it around here, man."

Lamar chuckled happily. "Man, shit, I knew leavin' him wit'chu was a good idea, homeboy."

"Heh, shit, well any time you want him back, just holla, nigga." Franklin responded as they slapped some skin.

"Man, that's my brotha right there - but nah, this place is better for him, homie."

Meanwhile, Taliana and Paige were sipping beer as they talked. "Hey. Paige. Who's that younger guy talking with Mikey?" Tali asked.

Paige raised an eyebrow. "Him? That's just his son - James, I think."

"Man, he's..."

"Cute?! You're kidding..." Paige deadpanned as she looked at her colleague, before looking back at Michael and Jimmy.

"So... James... who did I see you talking with on Lifeinvader anyway?" Michael asked.

"Oh, just some guy I got chatting with. Niko. Says he's from Liberty City. Nice guy." Jimmy answered casually.

"What you just say, man?" Packie chimed in after he walked past and overheard.

Jimmy looked at Packie slightly nervously. "Um, nothin', just talkin' about a guy I met on the 'net."

"Did you say Niko from Liberty City? He's alive?" Packie asked, deadly serious.

"Um, yeah, last time we talked. You know him?" Jimmy asked.

"Ooh, yeah, I remember you talkin' about a 'Niko' just before the Peleto Score." Michael said to Packie.

"Haw-haw, man!" Packie grinned. "I can't believe he's alive, man! What, you said you found him on the internet?"

"Uh, yeah, on Lifeinvader." Jimmy answered curiously.

"Wow!" Packie sighed in relief almost. "Okay, okay, we have a chill out here tonight, but I gotta set up a profile on that site tomorrow." He said to himself as he walked away with his beer. "Hey, Frankie, ya got any whiskey?"

"Ah, I got some vodka on the table there." Franklin told Packie.

"A'ight, F, I gotta have a proper drink." Packie walked away to the table, with Franklin watching him oddly as he walked to Michael and Jimmy.

"Ay, man, whassup wit' Packie?" Franklin asked Michael.

"Guess he just found out about an old friend." Michael shrugged off. "Hehe, maybe he could bring him along to our next score, huh?" He joked.

"Dad, c'mon, I thought you really were retired this time." Jimmy almost pleaded.

"Relax, Big J, yo dad's just messin'." Franklin reassured. "Hell, even I'm retired, let alone this old fuck."

"Ay, remember who picked you up and showed you the ropes when you were in the gutter, kid." Michael half-joked with a proud smirk.

"Shit, man, I heard that." Franklin said with a smile as he clinked his bottle onto Michael's.

"Cheers." Michael said before chugging the rest of his beer.

"Hey, Dad, thanks for letting me drink by the way." Jimmy piped up.

"Hey, c'mon, what're dads for? Especially when you've got a 'cool dad' like me, huh?" Michael quipped and chuckled to himself.

"Riiight, whatever. I'm not sure Tracey would agree with that, though." Jimmy noted.

"Hey, gimme a break, she'd get nowhere in life without me, and you know that." Michael responded firmly.

"Heh, yeah, but I don't think she does, however." Jimmy quipped.

"Man, what's her major beef, anyway?" Franklin asked.

Mike grimaced a bit. "Bah, just a spoilt brat who's been treated with too much good stuff - and now she expects it around every corner of the world she comes across."

"That's a little harsh, Dad."

"Well, you know it's true, Jimbo."

"Well, whatever, man - I hope it gets sorted out at some point wit' y'all." Franklin concluded as he walked away towards Trevor, Lester, Paige, Rickie and Karim.

Michael and Jimmy were then approached by Taliana. "Hey, boss. Nice little get-together, right?"

"Hey, Taliana. Nice place, ain't it? You met my son Jimmy?"

"Hey, whassup." Jimmy greeted as he held out his fist.

Taliana fist-bumped Jimmy. "Ay man, call me Tali."

"So, you one of my dad's homies?" Jimmy asked.

"Heh, she's my BEST driver, Jim." Michael answered, making Tali smirk in timid pride. Michael's phone then rang, and he rolled his eyes as he took it out of his pocket. "Hang on, I gotta take this."

Jimmy and Tali stood there awkwardly as Michael left, avoiding eye contact. "Um... so..." Jimmy began. "You like pot?"

Tali's eyes widened a bit. "Oh- uh, I don't smoke, but I do have a bag of 'special' brownie bites on me. I've only tried 'em a couple times before."

"Ah, cool - good way to chill while snacking, amiright?" Jimmy chuckled.

"Exactly, man!" Tali perked up. "Hey, quick, let's sneak back up front so we can have 'em without the others seeing."

They both went to the stairs. "Wait, so, you don't mind?" Jimmy asked.

"Psh - nah, man. A friend of Mikey, Frankie and Trevor is a friend o' mine." Tali answered casually as they both reached her van.