Bobby was beat. The baseball game went into extra innings. They went to the bar after the game. He got a chance to flirt with some broads and a play a few rounds of pool. "What a day," he sighed as he stumbled into the apartment.

"Someone had a good time." He saw the remnants of his sister's dinner plants, dirty dinner plates, melted candles. Hunter was passed out on the floor and Joel on a nearby couch. Bobby stumbled into his bed and went to sleep.

(Major Crimes-Saturday afternoon)

The Gordons were in interview room one. "Would you like anything to drink?" Flynn asked. He had not wanted to haul them in here.

"No thank you. How long will this take?" Mr. Gordon did not want to be here. He had had enough of police stations.

"The Captain will be here soon to explain," Provenza answered, well he hoped she would be. He wanted to go home too.

"I'll take it from here, Lieutenants." Raydor finally arrived, glasses on, holding a file and a notepad, ready to get to it.

Flynn offered a weak smile and got out of there. Provenza followed.

"Thank you for coming down to see us."

"Flynn said there was a new development in the case. Has she finally been arrested?" Mrs. Gordon looked worried. She had not felt safe with this monster on the loose.

"When is the last time you saw her?" Raydor inquired

"When we were in court, getting a permanent restraining order for Johnny. Not much good that did. She should have never gotten bail." Mr. Gordon was pissed. When he heard she skipped bail, he was ready to find the judge who had granted it to her and beat his ass.

"Well, the thing is, she didn't skip out on her bail."

"What! Why the hell hasn't she been tried?" Now, he was really pissed.

"She's dead. It appears she's been dead this whole time." Raydor was careful not to say murder, not yet.

"How did she die?" Mrs. Gordon's voice cracked. She didn't like death, even if it was this bitch.

"It appears to have been foul play, and it appears that she has been dead since last year."

"But you said her car turned up in Mexico," now Mr. Gordon was confused. Did these people know anything.

"It did. We believe who ever killed her drove the car there and left it, so we would all think she fled. No one looked for her here because we all thought she was in Mexico."

It all sank in. Mr. Gordon knew why they were there. "Do we need an attorney?"

"I cannot give legal advice to you. You may get one if you choose."

"We don't need an attorney. We didn't do anything." Mrs. Gordon did not want to feel like a suspect.

"Do you remember what you were doing last May, around the time she missed her court appearance?"

"Taking care of Johnny. He had counseling sessions, interviews with doctors, police, lawyers. We tried to keep his life as normal as we could, taking him to the park, zoo, play dates." Mr. Gordon answered first.

"It was hard. We wanted him to have fun, but we were afraid to leave him out of our site. What if she came back and took him. What if someone else came for him."

It didn't look like Raydor was going to get much out of these two. They seemed to have genuinely believed that Prescott was gone. To be safe, however, she was going to inquire with Border Patrol to see if either of them crossed the border last may and with the TSA to see if either of them flew back from Mexico.

"Thank you for coming in. If there's anything you can think of that might help us figure this all out, please give us a call."

Mrs. Gordon looked like she just might say something, but she and her husband left without another word.

I'll need to talk to her alone, Raydor thought. She went back to the squad room.

The squad watched the whole thing from the audio room. Buzz recorded, and the others waited to see something juicy. Not this interview. Andrea stood with a pen to her mouth, her glasses at the edge of her nose. To Flynn, she kind of looked like a naughty school teacher. Nice and polite during the day but a bundle of dirty secrets at night. Also, she smelled nice, like lavender and oak trees.

They all made it back to the squad room. Mr. Wyatt had moved to Seattle. His son lived there too. Mrs. Wyatt, the former Mrs. Wyatt, was in Portland. They said they would be there to talk on Monday.

"What if there were other kids?" Sanchez asked.

"We'll probably never know now." Raydor responded.

"One of their fathers could have taken matters into his own hands."

"Crap," Raydor muttered, every father with a small boy could be a suspect if that's the case.

"Her lawyer would know or a shrink if she had one," Andrea suggested.

"Privileged information."

"Privilege dies with the patient. We could get court orders for the files or seek a special magistrate."

Flynn smiled when she said that. Brenda hates special magistrates, took too long, might lose the hearing anyway. She would make a bitch talk or trick him into stealing the files so she could seize them.

"Do we know who her psychiatrist or lawyer are?"

"We can find out from her motion to expunge her record," Tao piped in. He got to work looking for who filed the papers and who testified on her behalf.

"Sykes."

"I'm on it Captain." She and Andrea went to work.

Sykes making copies of all of the evidence they had, Prescott's juvenile record and indictment for the Gordon case, a crime scene photo or two (dead bodies always get courts to be more agreeable), and Morales' preliminary report.

Andrea filled out the legal forms.

(Back to Brenda and Fritz)

This was a lazy Sunday morning. Bobby was still sleeping off the beer from the night before. Brenda was out for the count. Fritz was awake but didn't want to leave the bed. He loved having Brenda by his side. The sheets were a nasty mess, but that could be dealt with later.

The only ones up were Hunter and Joel. Joel had a ball of yarn and was rolling with it around the apartment. Hunter had a bone and was gnawing away, happy as a clam.

Eventually, Fritz got up to go to the bathroom. Afterwards, he put on some pants and went to the living room to see the mess from dinner and two playful pets. When Hunter saw him, she dropped her bone and ran to Fritz.

"Someone wants a walk." He put on some shoes and grabbed a leash. They went out for a short walk. Hunter was not in a running mood yet. She just wanted to relieve herself. She did just that and they were back at home.

While they were out, Joel tried chewing on Hunter's bone, but he didn't like it. Bones must be for dogs, he thought.

Brenda was hungry and really sore. She didn't want to get out of bed, but she wanted some food. "Oh crud. Brunch." She grabbed her phone and called Andrea.

"Did you still want to go to brunch?" Brenda sounded half awake.

"You sound dead."

"I had quite a night last night."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Fritz is somewhere, and I assume Bobby's asleep."

"It's already 10:30AM. When would we get there."

"I made the reservation for 12."

"Sure, why not." Andrea had nothing else to do.

"I'll get everyone together. Hank's Bistro at 12."

Brenda hung up and fell back into her pillow. After a few minutes, she stumbled out of bed, walking amplified her soreness from the night. Fritz had been rather beastly the night before.

She yanked all of the sheets of the bed and threw them in the hamper. She wondered over to the bathroom and took a shower and washed her hair. After blowdrying her hair, Brenda got dressed and knocked on Bobby's door.

"Bobby, get up, we're going to brunch at 12." No answer. Brenda walked in the room and roused her sleeping brother.

"Brenda, do you know what time it is? Bobby was not ready for this.

"11. We're eating brunch at 12, get up."

"Brunch! Why didn't you say so?" Bobby hopped out of bed and into the guest shower.

"Fritzi, we're meeting Andrea for brunch at noon."

"Today. Fritz was ready to lounge around the apartment." He fed Hunter and Joel and made his way to the bedroom and into his shower. Fritz brushed his teeth and washed his face, still not quite ready to leave the apartment. He put on some slacks and a polo shirt and was ready to go, well ready-ish.

"Oh it's country club Fritzi," Brenda teased him and gave him a kiss.

"Can't we stay in bed?"

"I need a break from that bed," Brenda murmured as she kissed him again.

They piled in the car and drove off to Hank's Bistro.

Andrea arrived there first, wearing dark blue jeans and a beige and blue blouse.

She didn't expect Brenda to be on time. She seldom was. To her surprise, they pulled up a couple of minutes later. Bobby hopped out the car before Fritz had come to a complete stop. "Brunch!" he yelled as he ran towards the door.

Fritz sighed and pulled into a space. He looked at Brenda, who pretended not to notice her brother's antics. He and Brenda got out the car and walked to Andrea.

"You look nice today, Andrea." Brenda liked the blouse. It was pretty but simple.

"Come on," Bobby yelled from the door. He was ready to eat.

They walked to the restaurant and were promptly seated. Brenda tried to introduce Bobby to Andrea but he was already in the food line, grabbing everything.

"Is he always this hungry?" Andrea asked.

Just as Brenda said "no," Fritz said "yes." They laughed and ordered drinks from the waiter, Brenda and Andrea got orange juice, Fritz started with coffee.

They went to get their first plates. Fritz went for some brisket and veggies, Brenda found bacon, pancakes and a chocolate chip muffin, Andrea started with a bowl of fruit and some eggs. Bobby had bacon, sausage, eggs, a pork chop, toast and a salad. He needed some roughage.

Bobby got to the table first and started eating. The three soon followed.

"Bobby, this is Andrea. Andrea, Bobby." Brenda finally introduced them.

"A pleasure," Bobby shook her hand, and got a little sausage grease on it.

Andrea sighed and wiped off her hands with her napkin. This was going to be quite a meal.

"So how was work yesterday," Brenda inquired.

"You had work on a Saturday," Bobby's mouth was full of bacon. "Yuck."

"Well, we thought this woman had skipped out on her bail, but as it turns out, she had been murdered . We don't know when, other than it was a while ago, and we're not sure if she skipped bail and was later killed or was killed before the court date she missed."

"What had she been charged with?"

"Molesting a little boy."

"So lots of people wanted her dead," Brenda was not sad to be missing out on this case. Child molesters, yuck.

"Tell me your Saturday was better than mine."

"I went to the Dodgers game," Bobby exclaimed. He flagged down the waiter to order a Bloody Mary.
"It went into extra innings. I can't believe they didn't reopen the bar. What a sham."

"That's just a shame," Fritz was surprised by how much this guy drank. He looked at Brenda, who seemed not to be paying attention to Bobby at all.

Brenda knew her brother drank a lot, but he was a happy drunk. He had been drinking a lot since he was a teen. She was afraid if he stopped now, he might actually die.

"After the game, we went to the pool hall. It was a riot. There was a bar fight and a cat fight and this one girl was a hot mess and fell down the stairs because she was too drunk." Bobby sipped his drink as he related the story of Katya, the girl who got escorted out of the bar because walking was too hard. The bouncers shoved her in a cab and sent her away. She wanted to keep drinking. The bouncers disagreed.

"Fritzi and I stayed home and had our own fun."

"Boring," Bobby never wanted to stay home. You can go home anytime.

"Well, hopefully your next weekend won't be so blah," Fritz was glad he had no work this weekend. This case had nothing to do with the FBI, and he'd just as well keep it that way.

They got up for more food. Bobby got another Bloody Mary, and he started telling wild stories about his drive from Atlanta. He told them about the bar fights, road rage, barking duels between Hunter and other dogs and about all of the weird restaurants he had visited. "One was a BBQ joint that served its food and drinks in mason jars. Another place served roasted squirrel."

Brenda made a face. She was glad that she had not gone to that place.

Andrea was surprised that Fritz agreed to let him stay with him and Brenda. This was going to be interesting.

Bobby went for drink number three, and Brenda took this as a sign to go to the bathroom. Andrea did to. Fritz went to get some cake. Brenda used sugar as a distraction all the time, maybe there's something to it.

"So how's your mystery man," Brenda teased Andrea.

"He's fine," Andrea blushed a little.

"I'm sure he is," Brenda wanted to know who this guy was. "Have you seen him recently,"

"What if I did," Andrea tried not to give anything away.

"Oohh, I'll figure it out or better yet, maybe you'll actually go talk to him and get something going."

"Oh you hush."

"Life is short. If you want him, go get him." Brenda wanted to see Andrea be happy.

They made their way back to the table.

Fritz nommed on some chocolate cake. It was awesome.

Bobby drank away and went on about Charlie and Hunter and everything in his life that wasn't Joyce.

The girls sat down again and joined the conversation. Brenda was glad to hear that Charlie was a good student and had some respectable friends. She briefly got up and returned with some pastries.

After the check came, they paid their shares and went out. The Howard-Johnson clan headed home and Andrea went out to drive around, no where to go, nothing to do, just driving her car. She saw the couples walking through the park and wondered what it would be like to be one of those people, if Flynn were by her side.

"Don't think such silly thoughts," Andrea thought to herself, as she drove on by.

Once it started to cool down, Bobby took Hunter for a run. Joel found his way onto Brenda's lap and Fritz read the Sunday paper.

"Do you ever worry about your brother?" Fritz asked her.

"He's a little bit of a fool, but he's stayed alive this long."

"I meant his drinking."

"Not anymore."

"You used to worry."

"He used to get way too drunk, falling down, getting lost, getting put in the drunk tank for being disorderly, but he's grown out of that. His wife threatened to leave him if he didn't cut it out, and he slowed his roll. As long as he doesn't do any shots, it's usually fine."

"Did you ever suggest he just quit?"

"I think he would literally die."

Fritz didn't know how to answer that concern. He went back to his paper.

Brenda wanted to ask him if Bobby's drinking was a struggle for him, but she didn't have the right words in her mind. Maybe she should help Bobby find his own apartment. That could be good for everyone.

Hunter loved to run, and Bobby was up for the challenge. The allergies weren't as bad as Atlanta and Bobby could actually breathe normally. After a few miles, it was time to head home.

Hunter ran to the water dish and drank away. Bobby downed a G2. After a shower, Bobby went into the kitchen and looked for dinner. Milk, cheese, butter. Bobby saw the potential for mac and cheese. He found the flour and the pasta and got to work. He made a rue in one pan and boiled the noodles in another, then cooked some ground beef and chopped veggies. About an hour later, dinner was done.

"Dinner," he yelled.

It smelled delicious, meaty, cheesy, spicy. Brenda and Fritz were both ready to dig in. They ate out of bowls, and the food was even better than it smelled.

"This is great," Fritz said in between bites.

"Bobby's always been quite the cook."

"When I was younger, I wanted to open my own restaurant, Bobby J's Soul Food." Joyce didn't think a restaurant was worth the risk. Bobby instead went into construction and became a general contractor. The money was good, but the hours were long and it wasn't the same as making food.

"You still should," Brenda piped in. She always thought Bobby should have gone for it. Screw Joyce, well that's the plumber's job now.

"I'm old."

"You're 51 years young."

Fritz couldn't argue with that sentiment. His own 50th birthday was approaching.

"So what do you do now, Brenda." Bobby didn't know much about her new job, other than she was finally away from that dirtbag Pope.

"I investigate high profile cases for the District Attorney's office and assist LAPD when needed. Gabriel is my liaison."

Bobby was glad that she still had a friend to work with. "How do you like your co-workers?"

"They're nice."

"And a little ratchet," Fritz added.

"Oh you," she poked him.

"What's ratchet?"

"They can get a little rowdy," Brenda admitted.

"A little rowdy. They start taking shots as soon as it's happy hour and get in screaming matches and cat fights in the parking lot."

"That was only once. They are good employees. They just work hard and play hard."

"One of them was too drunk to find his way home, and Brenda had to bring him here."

"He's an intern and the regulars decided to ply him with liquor, since he was new," Brenda defended. Cameron was a sweetheart. He just wasn't always the most together when he was drunk.

"They sound like my kind of people," Bobby wanted to meet Brenda's new team. It sounded like a hoot. "How's Major Crimes holding up."

"They're fine. Captain Raydor took over and they're getting used to a new regime."

"They didn't like her too much when she got there," Fritz added.

"Provenza didn't appreciate being supplanted, and she was in charge of FID. Going from "She-who-must-not-be-named to boss must have been weird." Brenda had heard a lot about her when she first got Major Crimes from Taylor. She tried to remind her former team that they didn't like her either when she first got there. She said things would change for the better. Maybe she was right.

"They still call her that?" Fritz thought Brenda's whole team was silly.

"Darth Raydor is more popular," Brenda actually liked that one.

"I thought you two were friends." Bobby didn't know what to make of this woman.

"We are, she's just a little rigid."

After dinner, Brenda cleared the plates. Bobby printed off copies of his resume. He planned on driving around to different companies and leaving it, hoping to find work soon.

Fritz did some reading for work tomorrow. They had to get ready for El Torro's indictment.

Brenda sat down by her husband, her head resting on his shoulder. She enjoyed his scent, oak, vanilla and something spicy, coriander or something.

She always knows how to distract me, Fritz thought as he turned the page. Every time she touched him, his mind left wherever it was, and he wanted to pull her into his arms. He really wanted to pull her to the edge of the couch and pound her.

Brenda wanted to cuddle. Why did Fritz have work to do? Joel the cat found his way onto her lap. Hunter barked. Brenda put on some shoes and took her outside.

Hunter decided to pee all over the neighbor's rose bushes. Brenda acted like she didn't see a thing. Her neighbor was a jerk anyway. Brenda nonchalantly walked away like nothing was happening. After eating some grass, Hunter was ready to go back to the house and home they went.

Hunter lied down on the floor, and Brenda resumed her spot next to Fritz.

"Can we snuggle tonight?"

"Of course, Brenda." Fritz wanted to do a lot more than that, but he had already given it to Brenda pretty good this weekend. He needed to pace himself.

Fritz read until he was just flipping pages, and he and Brenda retired to the bedroom. She wore black panties and a pink tank top like always. Fritz was just in a pair of plaid boxers. His arm was around her and his hand on her lower back. Brenda's head rested on Fritz's chest and her hand softly stroked his chest hair. She kissed his neck and rolled into him. "I love you," she whispered as she held him close.

"I know," Fritz responded as he gently kissed her lips. "And you know that I love you more than anything." He wrapped his other arm around her and held his head close to hers. He really wanted to give it to her again. Little Fritz started to emerge, and he was ready to work.

Brenda felt a rigidness below Fritz's waist. Her ass wasn't ready for an encore of last night. She needed another way to please him. She started to slowly kiss him from his neck to his pelvic bone. She stopped there and started to stroke his thighs. After, she covered them in kisses, she slowly pulled off his boxers, a large, bulbous head awaited her. She licked her lips and slowly licked him, gently licking along the vein that led down Fritz's throbbing manhood.

Fritz grunted.

"Shh!" Brenda whispered. She didn't want Bobby to hear them. She carefully resumed, sucking on the head and gently stroking him.

Fritz tried to stay quiet but he was enjoying himself too much.

Brenda got up, found her gag and put it in his mouth. She smiled and kissed his cheek, then went back to work. She started sucking on his balls. He grunted and tried to shout, but only muffled sounds could be heard.

She pushed on his knee caps until he raised his hips. She placed a pillow under his lower back. "I'll be right back." Brenda stowed into the kitchen and then into the bathroom. She returned with a small carrot and some lube. She started licking his shaft and rubbing his balls.

Fritz's eyes got huge. He wanted her to just finish him off already. He was one step away from just grabbing her head and fucking her face until he blew his load in her mouth.

Brenda could feel his body tense up and decided it was time. She carefully lubed the carrot and slowly sucked his dick as deeply as she could. When her nose hit the base she would back up and go down again.

The tightness drove Fritz wild, but her slow delivery kept him from losing his load. When she thought he had enough, Brenda picked up the pace. Just when he was on the verge of exploding, she carefully shoved the carrot into her husband. He tried to scream, but he couldn't make any sounds.

"What the fuck is she doing?" Fritz tried to get out, not getting anything but garbled muttering. All it took was a couple of thrusts with the carrot and Fritz shot his seed down Brenda's throat. He came so hard, Brenda couldn't swallow fast enough and some of it streamed down her lips.

Brenda took off the gag once she was sure Fritz wouldn't shout at her. His face was bright red. He was at a loss for words. Why did Brenda think that inserting a carrot into his ass would be a good idea? What disturbed him more was that he liked it so much.

Brenda quickly kissed her husband on the forehead. She got up and threw the carrot down the garbage disposal and shoved a chocolate-covered strawberry in her mouth. She made her way back into the bedroom with her husband awaiting her.

"I guess no one's ass is safe in this bed," Fritz laughed weakly.

Brenda laughed as she pulled herself closer to her husband. "I would ask you how you liked it, but you almost choked me with your cum, so I think that's an answer."

Fritz opened his mouth to answer but Brenda kissed him, and he forgot what he was going to say.