Alfonso's Pizzeria

Rusty loved meatlovers. He took a bite of a slice and a long, gooey string of cheese went from his mouth to the rest of the slice.

Kyle watched Rusty's mouth intently.

Tameka is hyper observant. She could see the way the two were looking at each other. She saw the winks, eyebrow raises, the way the corner of their lips turned up, the sweat slowly dripping from their foreheads.

Akoi reached for the soda. His arm inadvertently brushed across Tameka's. He fluttered from the contact.

Becky hated being the fifth wheel. Everyone was paring off. Sue had a wife at home. She wanted to find a boyfriend.

Out of no where, Kevin Tao appeared. "Kevin, what brings you here."

"I wanted to come out earlier, but I had to tutor my cousin in math. He's not doing so well." Kevin sat down and grabbed a slice.

"How old is he?"

"10. He just doesn't like school. He wants to play sports all day like most boys do. I made him some worksheets involving soccer. Maybe, he'll actually do them."

Kevin and Becky chatted away as Rusty and Kyle made snarky remarks at each other. Tameka talked at Akio about everything, and Akio smiled and listened.

Sue looked at the time. "I better get you all home. Kevin, how are you getting home?"

"I drove her Sue." His father finally let him get a car. "I can give Becky a ride. She's on the way."

The way to easy street Tameka thought.

Sharon should have arrived by now, Rusty thought. He was about to call her when she walked through the door. "Rusty, Are these your new friends."

"Yeah," he muttered. He quickly introduced them all and got out of there. He did not want Sharon to ask too many questions.

"Bye Rusty," Kyle said as he left. "Bye Aunt Sharon."

Sharon turned as if to say something, but Rusty ushered her out the door.

"Aunt Sharon?"

"I didn't know what else to call you."

"Aww! You think of me as family."

"Don't push it."

Sharon smiled and they went home.

Andrea was just getting ready to drive home for the day, when she saw and old car smoking in the parking lot. To her surprise, it was Lieutenant Flynn.

"Andy. You need some help."

"This car's an old piece of junk," Andy sighed. "He tried to fix it, but it looked like it was ready to blow."

"I could call triple AAA for you."

"Thanks, but I already called them. They said maybe they'd be here in 2 hours."

"That's a long wait."

"Tell me about it. Don't let me keep you here." Andy didn't know why he said that. He wanted her to stay.

"I don't mine. We could get something to eat and come back later."

"Or come back never," Andy muttered. "What did you have in mind?"

Andy's a vegetarian. Too bad. She could really go for a big hunk of meat right now. "There's a new restaurant about 20 minutes from here. They specialize in sustainable harvesting."

"A hippie joint."

"I think they're going for more nouveau riche than stoner."

"A boughie place. Eh! Why not."

They got in Andrea's car and she drove. Her car was nice, clean and rode smoothly. She listened to jazz on the radio. It was nice, pleasant.

"Have you had this car a long time?" Andy asked. Why did I ask something so stupid. How's your car? Yeah. That's a way to catch the ladies.

"A couple of years now. I have a feeling you've had your car a much longer time. She giggled. That car was ancient."

"You have no idea. About seven years ago, Provenza and I were supposed to go to Dodgers game. We had skybox tickets and it broke down a mile from the stadium. We could hear the game start, and we were stuck on the side of the road."

"That's too bad." Seven years ago, and he still drove the same piece of junk. She hoped he wasn't a total cheapass.

"That's nothing." Flynn paused, unsure if he should tell the whole story. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Ooh what kind?" She wasn't expecting this.

"Why we took my car to the game? I don't want to get any people in trouble now."

"My lips are sealed."

Flynn told Andrea about the dead woman in Provenza's garage, how when they came back the body was gone and she had been dumped on Sepulveda. How Chief Johnson and the team secretly solved the case behind Taylor's and Pope's back and how she got them to buy everyone all those presents, and how Gabriel had been left in the dark the whole time."

"She didn't tell Gabriel?" Andrea was surprised by that, not so much by Brenda's behavior.

"She wanted to keep someone clean in case everything hit the fan."

"You called in a fake bomb threat."

"Who said it was fake? There could have been a bomb. Somewhere."

Andrea laughed. She always knew there was a lot going on with Major Crimes that no one got to see. She was glad that Flynn was letting her in.

They got to the restaurant, and Andrea parked her car. They got to the door, and Flynn opened it for her. They were quickly seated by the hostess and a waiter came to take their drink orders.

"I'll stick with water," Andrea said.

"I'll get a cranberry juice," Flynn said. For some reason, recovering alcoholics always drank cranberry juice.

They chatted about their day. Flynn couldn't believe Stroh was back in the picture. "Does the Chief know about this?"

"I don't think so," Andrea answered. "I think they want to leave her out of this one. She's already been through enough because of him." They both shuddered at the thought of Stroh breaking into Brenda's apartment last year.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter returned.

"I would like the butternut squash risotto and the warm papaya side salad," Andrea answered.

Flynn was going to get the same thing. Instead, "I'll get the stuffed portabello mushrooms," and can I get a side of sweet potato fries."

The waiter was off. Andrea took a slow sip of her water. Her throat kept drying out.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend?"

"Brenda and I are going on a Spa Day, well unless this case gets in the way."

"You and Chief hang out?"

"You look surprised."

"I can't see Brenda doing things for fun, not the Chief I know."

"She has fun. She would go out with the squad."

"After work drinks. It's apart of the culture. I didn't know she did things for fun, fun."

"Well, she's trying to bring Sharon along as well."

"The Captain!" Flynn almost fell out of his seat. He remembered when they first met, and Gabriel shot that teenage punk. "This I need to see. Can I come too?"

"Sorry, It's a girls only day." Andrea laughed. Flynn at a spa. That would be something.

"Sexist." Flynn smiled. "I'll probably be car shopping this weekend."

"When's the last time you did that, 19999?"

"Very funny."

They talked about their families. Andrea had two sisters. They were both stay at home mothers married to fairly affluent men. "I stick out like a sore thumb at family reunions. My mother gave up, but my father keeps holding out hope that I'll magically appear with a husband and grandkids."

"You didn't know. You can rent families on Craigslist. Just show up with one. Make your daddy proud." Flynn liked jesting with her. He wasn't any example of a perfect family man.

"Why didn't I think of that?" They both laughed, and their dinners appeared.

Flynn took a big bite. "Too HOT!" he yelped as he chugged some juice. Andrea snickered. She saw the steam coming from her food and gave it a minute to rest. Then, she took a bite. It was delicious, creamy, and a little cheesy.

Flynn felt like he had made an ass of himself. He took a small bite and tried again. It was pretty good, mushroom caps stuffed with bell peppers and onion topped with mozzarella cheese and a little garlic. "Would you like to try some?" he asked. Before he knew it, he carefully fed a piece of mushroom into Andrea's mouth. Afterwards, they both turned red and didn't talk for a couple of minutes.

Andrea bit into the salad, warm, sweet and a little spicy. It reminded her of Andy. "So I hear Provenza's looking for wife number 5." Andrea finally broke the silence.

"He'll never give up. Old fool. He's been dating this girl. I can't tell if she's a gold digger or a kit."

"A woman who likes older men. Kits are what they call baby foxes. They call the older men silver foxes."

"Do you like kits?"

Flynn blushed, "not my type. They're too immature, and often have a daddy complex. No thanks Dr. Freud."

Andrea sighed in relief. They looked into each other's eyes. His brown eyes locked on her blue ones. They shared a moment.

"Shall I get you anything for dessert." The waiter interrupted them. Flynn gave him a stank look.

"Would you like to split something?" Andrea asked Andrew, tuning out the waiter."

"How about the carrot cake with a side of salted caramel ice cream?"

"It sounds perfect."

The waiter left, and the two lovebirds went back into their own world.

"Thanks for coming out tonight," Andrea told him.

"Thanks for getting me out of that stupid parking lot." His hand covered hers. His touch caused her to flush. Her fingers stroked his palm. He wanted to kiss her but he didn't want to mess everything up.

The waiter came back with their dessert and they got to it. The combination of sweet and salty was perfect. They talked about jazz as they shared their treat. They kept talking after the dessert was gone. Eventually, it was clear they wore out their welcome. The waiter wanted them out.

"We should get going. I't's a work night, Andrea told him."

"Yes mam!"

Flynn took the check and paid it over Andrea's protest. "It's the least I could do," he said.

She smiled. So's he not a cheap ass after all, just drives a crap car.

They got back into her car. Andy called AAA, and they towed the car to a mechanic's shop. He would get an estimate the next day.

"I can drive you home," she offered.

"Thanks." Andy told her the address, and she got to it. About 25 minutes later, they got to his house. Andrea hoped it would have taken longer, she didn't want their night to end.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Flynn said, getting ready to get out the car.

Andrea didn't want to see him leave. She grabbed his hand and held him in place. He didn't try to fight her. He turned towards her. She smelled like flowers, and he didn't really want to go inside. He leaned towards her, almost kissing her, but not knowing if he should take the plunge. Andrea closed her eyes and kissed him, her lips crashing into his, her hands finding his cheeks. Flynn kissed her back, and they stayed in the car for a few minutes.

"Do you want any coffee?" Flynn asked her.

"Sure."

They went inside. Flynn got the pot going. He actually had a sizable place, a nice kitchen, big living room, a lot of space for a bachelor.

"I got this case for when my kids visit." Flynn answered her silent question. "They're all grown up now it's just me."

Flynn put some Miles Davis on his speaker system. Andrea smiled at him. He found his way back to her, and they resumed kissing. Her lips were soft, but her movements were firm, borderline aggressive. Flynn loved blondes who took control. Her arms pulled Flynn into her and Flynn's hands found her hips. It didn't take long for him to put her on the counter. They were aligned perfectly, her legs wrapping themselves around his hips. Their lips exploring each other's mouths searching for more. Andy broke the kiss. "Crap! The coffee."

He rushed to take the coffee off before he burned it. "I hate the smell of burned coffee." He quickly poured it into the cups and put the coffee pot back on the counter." He went back to Andrea and resumed his position, kissing her gently. His lips moved to her neck, and Andrea began to breath heavily. "Do you still want that coffee?" he murmured.

"Not really."

"Good." He kissed her collarbone and took off her jacket. She took off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. He picked her up and carried her to the couch. Their kissing intensified. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies, and Flynn started trying to get under her skirt. The skirt was tight, so he was struggling a bit. Andrea helped him out and undid the zipper. He pushed the skirt off her and she took off his belt and undid his fly. Little Andy began to grow against her and they kept kissing. Her shirt came off. She straddled him, just wearing her underwear. She was really wet and was sweating. Her skin was hot to the touch and she wanted him, right there right now.

"Take me now," she hissed into his ear.

The sound of her voice caused his cock to twitch. Flynn stood up with Andrea in his arms. His pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He carried her, upstairs to his bedroom and lay her on the bed. The rest of their clothes came off and he began kissing her skin. "Do you want me?" he asked her, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"Yes," she said softly, her voice was cracking. He kissed his way down to her thighs and gently bit them.

Andrea flashed about and Flynn held her down. His fingers gently teased her flesh, moving towards her pussy then moving back away. He looked at her, her eyes big and blue, her cheeks bright red, sweat dripping down her face. He gently brushed against her, his finger tips barely touching her folds. Her pupils got big. He continued to tease her, and she firmly placed her hands on his shoulders. When he felt that she had had enough, he slowly kissed his way back down to her thighs and pushed her legs over his shoulders.

He dug in eagerly, licking and sucking on her clit. She gasped loudly as he got to work. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she was in for a real treat. His tongue and fingers took turns exploring her as she writhed beneath him. "Take me. Take me now." She screamed as he thrust his fingers into her. Her body tightened around him. Her hips began to buck as his tongue resumed its work. Her hands pushed his head into her, and he burrowed into her. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK" she yelled as she started cumming all over him. She loosened her grip on his head as she collapsed onto his bead.

Flynn's face was a sticky mess. Before she knew it, he was kissing her, her juices on his tongue mixing with hers and Flynn grabbed a condom from his nightside drawer. He wrapped up and plunged into her.

"AWWWWW GOD!" She yelled as he was all the way in. He paused for a moment, getting used to her body. She felt fantastic. He slowly began to thrust in and out of her. Andrea's hips rose to meet his and they got to work. Flynn's mouth found her shoulder and he bit her. She yelped in pain, but he made her feel so good. She took his hands and put them on her shoulders, close to her neck. He gripped her hard and began to really fuck her, his hips pounding her as hard as he could.

The feeling of his hands on her body as he pounded her took Andrea over the edge. She started cumming again. She hadn't been with a man in almost a year, and she hadn't touched herself in weeks. She didn't know how much she had needed a release until Flynn came along. She whispered into his ear "Fuck me like you mean it."

He pushed her legs to her ankles, his legs on either side of her hips. He pounded her viciously. She screamed and shouted expletives, harder, faster, more. He came hard and collapsed on top of her.

They lay in silence, sweaty, sticky and out of breath. Flynn kissed her cheek and pulled her into his arms. They drifted off to sleep.

Bobby

Bobby got a side job while he waited to hear from Chuck. He had some landscaping experience, and he got to work fixing his neighbor's yards. He planted autumn flowers and did some stonework. He got paid in cash and left for the day.

When he got home, Hunter was waiting for a walk. "A shower first," he told her as he went into the bathroom. He came out about 10 minutes later and got dressed. Hunter was still waiting for him and they went outside.

Rusty's school

Rusty was distracted. He didn't care about who did what in the Civil War. He wanted to be with Kyle, not in his drab history class. Rusty stared at the clock.

"Mr. Beck," his teacher started.

Rusty looked at him, having no idea what he was talking about.

"What role did Stonewall Jackson play in the war?"

"He fought in it." The class laughed. What a stupid question Rusty thought.

"That's it." The teacher hoped Rusty could do better than that.

Rusty thought he had gotten the answer correct, so he didn't respond.

"Rusty?" The teacher was waiting for more about Stonewall.

"What?" The class laughed again. This was too good.

"That's it?"

"I know that's it, why do you keep looking at me?"

"I want to know why Stonewall Jackson was a key figure for the Confederacy?"

"Shouldn't you already know that if you're the teacher?"

The class was in hysterics now. "See me after class."

Rusty's teacher moved on. He knew when he had lost.

FBI Office.

Fritz had honed in on a wring of people who were buying real jewelry, subbing it for fakes and then selling the real jewels on ebay. He found a listing for a bracelet that matched a fake that he had. Fritz put in a bid.

Nauseating P Jenkins came in. "Have you done anything else with the El Torro case?"

"Like what. He's facing a competency hearing. That's for the BOP and the DA to work on."

"Have you heard from them?"

"They think he's faking it to get out of trial. They'll have a hearing. The judge will sort it out." Fritz wanted this guy to go.

"I was wondering if I could ask you something."

"What?"

"Well it's personal."

This guy has a personal life, Fritz thought. "Yes."

"Well, there's this girl I used to date."

"An Ex."

"Well I guess, you see she called me and told me over the phone that it wasn't going to work out."

"When was this?"

"Last December."

"Almost a year ago?"

"Well yeah. I mean I don't know what went wrong. I took her to nice restaurants, paid for her meal, drove her home, I drive safely."

Of course she dumped you, you boring ass motherfucker. "That's nice and all, but it takes more than money and manners to win a lady."

"What do you mean?"

"What does she like? What did you talk about? Did you listen to her when she wanted to tell you stuff? Did you incorporate what she told you into your dates?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know Brenda loves chocolate, so when we were courting, I took her to a chocolatier in Santa Barbara. You know, stuff like that."

"I don't really know stuff like that about her. I mean I know where she works and stuff, but I wasn't much interested in her personal life."

"Then why do you want her back?"

"Who said I wanted her back? I have a date with a new lady, and I want to get it right this time."

God this guy is a dumbfuck Fritz thought. "What do you know about this girl?"

"She's a brunette, 5'4, 110 lbs, drives a Honda."

"Her personality? What kind of food does she like? Does she like art, sports, what kind of music?"

"Whoa what's with all of the personal questions. She's mine."

Fritz rolled his eyes. There was no helping this idiot.

Major Crimes

The Morgue.

Morales compared his notes on Prescott to the other Stroh cases. This one was different. Stroh took his time terrorizing his other victims. With this woman, he snapped. He got his findings ready and wrote a report for the Captain.

Raydor found the secretary that used to work for Stroh. She remembered Prescott giving him the necklace as payment. She tried to sell it for Stroh, but the stores weren't interested. She suggested he find a pawn shop. Stroh hadn't told her the necklace was fake. As far as she new, the woman never came with any money and Stroh got behind on paying her work checks. She threatened to take him to the labor board.

Tao went through Stroh's bank accounts. He wasn't doing so well last May, but after the 21st, he had a bunch of money in his account. 10K came from somewhere.

Provenza went back to the country club. The men there were a hoot, and maybe one of them knew about Prescott's financial situation. One of the guys, Ray, admitted to giving her cash, 15k. She said she was in trouble. He assumed it had been gambling debts, and he gave her the cash, no questions. When she never came back, he assumed she used the money to run away.

At the squad room, they had the bill of sale for the car. She spent 5k on it. The rest of the money seemed to have disappeared.

"What if Stroh found out about the money and killed her?" Tao postured

"Why would she give him fake jewelry and then admit to having 10k in cash?" Sanchez didn't buy that story.

"What if he didn't kill her for the money?" Provenza began. "He killed her because she stiffed him and after she was dead, he found the money and took it?"

"Not a bad theory." Sharon said. "Where's Flynn?"

Provenza shrugged. He had no idea.

Flynn woke up to an empty bed. Andrea must have left. He wished that she had stayed. When he got to the bathroom to take a shower, he smelled food. He walked downstairs to see Andrea cooking breakfast, wearing one of his T-shirts from his dresser. She turned to him and smiled. She had pancakes, eggs and bacon ready to go. "I'll be back."

Flynn took a quick shower, threw on a bathrobe and came downstairs. They ate. Andrea was going to need to go home and get clothes before she came to work. They didn't talk about the night before. "Will you be free Saturday night?" Flynn asked.

"Yes." She smiled. She wanted to see him again too.

Flynn got dressed. They got to her apartment. She got dressed, and they went to work. She dropped him off at the station. "I'll be back." She drove to the Prosecutor's office and made some phone calls before she went back to the station.

Flynn called in an order of flowers to be sent to her house. Flynn wanted to get this one right. He strutted his way up to the murder room, in a great mood.

"There he is, Sleeping Beauty." Provenza was wondering where this guy was all morning.

"What?" he said. No one said anything to him.

Raydor caught him up to speed.

"There's no way to trace cash." Flynn stated, "But, the FBI tracks all deposits and withdrawals for more than 10k." Flynn called Agent Howard, who was glad to escape P. Jenkins. Fritz said he would find out what he could about the money."

"So you're finally earning your keep." Provenza snickered.

"Oh shut it." Flynn sat on Provenza's deask.

"Get your ass off my desk."

"Get a room." Sykes chipped in. They were like an old married couple.

Prosecutor's Office.

Brenda walked into Andrea's office. She wanted to make sure Andrea was still on for Saturday.

Andrea was basking in her afterglow. She was in such a good mood.

Brenda could tell she was happy. "So did you have a good night last night."

Andrea blushed. "Brenda, close the door."

"So you did. You got yours didn't you."

"Well, I guess I did."

"Oooh! Who is he?"

"Brenda!"

"What! You found someone. This is great. I want to know."

"I'm not telling," Andrea lied. "She couldn't wait to tell."

"You will tell me, or I'll call P. Jenkins and tell him how you want his body."

"I DO NOT," Andrea shouted. She couldn't believe Brenda bought him up. She went on a blind date with him, and it was horrible. He was so boring.

"So, who is he?"

"Lieutenant Flynn," she mumbled. Brenda couldn't hear her.

"Who?"

"I said Lieutenant Flynn," she hissed.

"You and Andy?" Brenda couldn't believe it.

Andrea sighed. "Yes. Me and Andy."

"How?"

Andrea recounted her evening, his piece of car breaking down, the restaurant, the PG13 version of their night as his house. She skipped the part where Flynn told her about the skybox tickets.

"Ooh! How was he?"

"Brenda!"

"What! I tell you about me and Fritzi!"

"And I wish you wouldn't. I work with him."

"So."

"He was fantastic. I will say no more."

"When will you see him again?"

"Saturday night."

"Ooooh!"

"You better not tell a soul."

"Your secret is safe with me." Brenda knew Andrea would tell her. She always got her confessions.

"I got to go," Andrea said.

"To your loverboy?"

"No to work."

"Work it girl." Brenda left with a smile.