Monday Morning.

Gabriel arrived at work, early like always. He sipped his coffee as he got into the elevator. When he got off on his floor, he overheard an interesting conversation.

"How many noise complaints did she get?"

"At least three on Saturday night."

"What did the cops see when they went out there."

"They didn't go out. They didn't want to visit the home of an FBI agent and a former deputy chief."

Gabriel stopped. He hoped everything was okay with Brenda and Fritz.

"What did the complaints say?""

"They said she was screaming her head off for two hours."

"What was she so mad about, did they say?"

"She wasn't mad at all. It wasn't that kind of screaming."

"You don't mean..."

"Oh yeah, he must have been giving it to her really good because she was going on for hours."

Snickers

If David could, he would be blushing right now.

"If I were him, I'd ride her all night long."

"I bet he did."

Snickers

David heard footsteps, so he ushered himself to the team room. He sat down and began to catch up on the work he blew off on Friday.

Brenda/Fritz Apartment

Bobby already left for work. He fed Hunter breakfast and took her outside. Fritz also had went to work. He had a meeting with a different DA about the jewelry ring. Apparently, their suspect was a part of a larger crime ring and he wanted a deal.

Brenda was alone, with Joel, as she got ready for work. She rubbed his fuzzy head. Hunter found her way to Brenda's slim legs and brushed across them, tickling her. "Oh are you jealous," she teased as she rubbed Hunter's back. Brenda slipped on her shoes, grabbed her bag and headed for work.

The drive had a lot of traffic. Brenda was running a little late. "Oh for heaven's sake," she grumbled as she went around a slow-poke driver. He honked at her but she sped on by. When she finally got to work, she started walking quickly into the building. She heard snickering and whistling, but she didn't think anything of it.

One of the guys Gabriel overheard saw her and looked her up and down. I would hit that he thought as he passed her by.

Brenda didn't even look at the guy. She got to her office and went inside. She set down her bag and went into the team room. "How was your weekend, David?"

He almost jumped out of his seat. "Oh, hi Chief. It was nice."

"Did I scare you?"

"I wasn't expecting you."

"I work here, remember."

"I mean, I was expecting you, today, I just wasn't expecting you that moment."

"Is something wrong?"

"Uhhhh! No." It sounded more like a question than an answer.

"What is it?" Brenda didn't buy his response.

"Can we talk in your office?"

They went inside and closed the door.

Sharon was already at work. She wanted to see Bobby again, but she didn't have his number, and she didn't want to be too pushy. She also didn't want to ask Brenda for her brother's number. Hey Brenda, I want to fuck your brother, can you send me his number? Kthanxbai. Not the conversation, she wanted to have.

She sighed and looked at her laptop. She got an e-mail from her daughter.

"Hey Mom, I met someone, and I want you to meet him. I am thinking of bringing him to Christmas."

Love,

Cammie

Even her daughter figured out how to snag a guy. Sharon was out of it. How did this happen to me? She was a good catholic girl. Met a man, fell for him, got married, had kids. He turned out to be a useless drunk, and she had to put him out. She dated since then, but nothing too serious. She had kids to raise, a job to do. When did I forget about me?

She closed her laptop, deciding to answer Cammie's e-mail later.

Andrea's House

Andrea woke up alone in her bed this morning. Flynn left after lunch, well he left after a post, lunch blow job. Andrea hopped into the shower. Bite marks were forming on the back of her neck. She was going to have to wear her hair down. She also saw bite marks on her butt and her legs. Andy was quite the chomper. Andrea dried herself off and got ready for work. She got in her car and started to drive.

Flynn's house.

Flynn had scratch marks all over his back. He put on his shirt and got ready to go to work. He actually had time to eat some yogurt and granola before he left. He got to work and Provenza was waiting for him.

"Where was your ass on Saturday?"

"We all watched the game at Fido's and your ass was no where to be seen."

"I had a date," he muttered.

"You what?"

"I had a D-A-T-E."

"You had a date, with who?"

"None of your business." Flynn wasn't sure if Andrea wanted people to know. He was keeping his mouth shut until he knew otherwise.

"What? She's a secret. I wanna know." Provenza was not amused. Who was this woman? Was she a gold digger?

"Too bad," Flynn smirked and got to his desk.

Raydor left her office and came into the murder room. She actually looked like she was in a good mood. Provenza looked at her suspiciously. Was Raydor boinking Flynn? No way! Provenza was suspicious.

Why is he giving me that look? Raydor thought, noticing Provenza's glare.

"Anything you would like to say, Lieutenant?"

"No, Captain, not a thing," Provenza seethed.

"Good!"

Tao began his update. "We got data from the TSA. Stroh flew from Mexico to LA on May 20th.

In a town that was about 20 miles from where Prescott's car was found. There was no record of him flying to Mexico. There's also no record of him bringing in Prescott's car."

"Don't you need a permit to drive your car though Mexico?" Sykes asked.

"Not if you're within the Free Trade Zone, which is where Prescott's car was found."

"I almost forgot, the blood type matched Prescott, but the DNA is still pending."

Flynn was a little sad. He wanted to see more of Andrea at work, and it looked like their work on the Stroh case was done. He looked around. Julio was missing. "Where's Sanchez?"

"He's helping the gang-task force, there was another body dump in the 1-9's territory."

"Again?" Provenza couldn't believe this crap. There were so many murders, he was surprised there was anyone left.

"Not a major crime?" Sykes asked.

"Not until Chief Taylor says it is. He doesn't want to undermine the task-force. They've been working hard on this."

"A nuke would be more effective," Provenza muttered.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that," Raydor went on about a string of muggings that were escalating in violence or something but she got an interruption from Buzz.

"Hey Captain. Chief Taylor would like to see you in his office."

Sharon walked past her squad to the elevator. Her skirt hugged her ass nicely. Flynn noticed but he had no designs on the Captain, despite Provenza's suspicions.

Provenza snickered. Tao had no idea what these fools were doing and Sykes as typing away.

Flynn got a text. He slyly answered it under his desk.

"Hey Sexy, I missed having you in my bed last night."

Flynn responded, "I missed your living room floor. : )"

"You smart ass."

"Better than a dumb ass. Are you busy today."

"I have a big meeting today, but after that …."

"I'd love to cook for you."

"It's a date."

Chief Taylor's Office

"Chief Taylor."

"Captain, I wanted to check in with you on the Stroh case."

"We were to piece together a case. She hired Stroh to defend her. She paid him with a fake necklace. He flipped out when the pawn shop told him it was fake, and he put a hole through a jeweler's wall. Prescott's ex gave her 10k shortly before she died, and he was in Vail the weekend she went missing. Stroh argued with Prescott around the time she died. A neighbor heard him in her apartment and after they fought, she was never seen alive again. Stroh then deposited 10k and one of the bills had blood on it. The DNA test is pending but the type matches Prescott's. We also have a record of him flying back from Mexico on May 20th and no record of him going into Mexico."

"How did he get there?"

"He drove Prescott's car, ditched it in the Free Trade Zone, so he wouldn't have to get a permit or show any paperwork and flew home."

"So that's it."

"Yep, it appears so."

A secretary came to the door, "Chief Taylor, Officer Branson would like to see you."

"Captain Branson, he yelled, I'm a Captain."

"Whatever," the secretary muttered.

"I'm busy right now." He knew Branson wanted to complain about the bar fight. Taylor didn't want to hear about it. He didn't want LAPD looking bad from such a stupid incident.

"Are we not done?"

"I just don't want to talk to him," Taylor whispered.

Raydor smiled. "Branson was his buddy. Now, even Taylor can't put up with him."

"Tell me ypu weren't at that stupid bar fight."

"No, but I heard it was a doozy."

"Rumors are already spreading, crud."

"I don't think it's that bad. I don't think anyone else on major crimes knows."

"Can you keep it that way, please?"

"Sure, Chief. Have a nice day." Raydor smiled and went right back to her office. Barnyard fights aren't her problem anymore. She whistled as she walked.

Bobby's Work

Bobby had a lot of work to do. A lot of his crew only spoke Spanish, so he appointed one of his bilingual employees as a coordinator, so he could make sure everyone understood what to do. He borrowed a copy of Rosetta Stone, so he could try and learn some Spanish. He spent the day meeting the bosses, learning procedures, and studying the plans for the projects that were up for bid. There was a lot of work to be done, and not a lot of time to do it."

FBI Office

Fritz got debriefed on this larger crime ring. Apparently, they just bought stuff, replaced it with cheap fakes, kept the originals and sold them on the black market. Fritz wondered why they didn't just sell fake stuff out of vans like everyone else. He took notes, but he didn't see himself having a big role on this case anyway. Their guy would roll, agents would make arrests in other cities and that would be it.

"Will you be able to come to Chicago for a couple of days, Agent Howard?"

"What, why?"

"We were hoping you could help their team understand the scam."

"All right, when would I go?" They wanted Fritz to leave tomorrow and be back on Thursday.

"We know it's an imposition, but..."

"No, I would be glad to. I was actually hoping you could do a favor for me as well. My wife wants us to go to Florida for Thanksgiving and..."

"And you want to see if you can get the weekend off, so you can leave."

"Yeah."

"I think we can work something out."

Fritz let out a sigh of relief. He knew Brenda would be disappointed if they couldn't go, even though she doesn't like Jr's wife at all.

Prosecutor's Office

"What was it you wanted to tell me, Gabriel?"

"I don't know how to say this, it's kind of personal."

"Yes."

"Well, I got to work early this morning, and I overheard these two guys talking."

"You were ease dropping?" Not that Brenda doesn't do that, but Gabriel didn't seem like the nosy type.

"I was going to walk to the office, but they were talking about …." Gabriel really didn't want to tell her this, but

"They were talking about …." This was like puling teeth. Brenda couldn't figure out what his deal was.

"you and Fritz, I mean Agent Howard."

"What did they say?"

"They said that you two got noise complaints on Saturday."

"We didn't get any complaints." No one came buy.

"They said the officers didn't want to go to your house."

"You were afraid to tell me about some noise complaints?"

"Well it's not that there were noise complaints, but the substance of the complaints."

"Go on."

"They said that you guys were well,"David couldn't say it out loud so he just banged his fists together, too loudly, "and the rest was just vulgar gossip."

Brenda sighed. That's why those stupid boys were snickering all day. She shook her head. "Well, don't believe everything you hear."

"Yes, Chief."

"But, thank you for letting me know. Now, get back to work."

"Uh, yes Chief." Gabriel got back to his laptop, unsure if he should have said anything at all.

Brenda didn't know what to do about her neighbors, assuming the allegations were even true. I mean she was loud, but noise complaints, that sounded a bit excessive. She texted Fritz "Boo, call me when you're free to talk."

Brenda got to work. She had a stack of files on her desk. Apparently, Hollywood Division was stumped by a string of robberies. There were no signs of forced entry. They suspected someone from EAF- the local security company, was involved, but they couldn't prove it. She started reading through the cases. She came out to the team room and started dictating to Gabriel who wrote on the board. They listed the robberies by date, noting what was stolen, when people got EAF, which agent sold them the policy and when. She also wanted to know who had what items listed in their insurance policies and what information EAF collected from their customers about their possessions. She also wanted to hear from whoever insured EAR and background checks done on EAF's employees. The team split up and got to work, making phone calls, sending e-mails, trying to get as much information as possible.

She got a phone call from Fritzi and retreated to her office to answer it.

"Hi, Baby."

"Hey, you wanted me to call."

Brenda relayed the story she heard from Gabriel. "You don't think it's true do you."

"What's true?"

"The neighbor's complaining."

"I don't know. You were pretty loud, but why now. I imagine if they could hear you they would have been complaining for years now."

"Oh you shush."

"It's not your fault. I'm a very cunning linguist."

"Hah!" she snorted. "No seriously Fritzi, what do we do about this?"

"Other than put a gag in your mouth before sex."

"Fritzi!"

"Relax, Boo. I'll get to the bottom of it, don't you worry. Although, you do look cute with a gag in your mouth."

Brenda sighed. "What will I do with you?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. I got Thanksgiving off, and I'm going to Chicago tomorrow."

"What? Chicago." Brenda heard the bit about Thanksgiving, but she honed in on Chicago.

"It's just for a couple of days. They want me to help set up a team for a new case. I'll be back on Thursday, and this was my way of earning Thanksgiving off."

"Well, alright, you know I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, and your screaming."

"Oh shut up!" Brenda laughed.

"I'll see you at home, Boo."

DA's Office

Andrea met with the DA and a group of various lawyers. She presented their new case on Stroh.

"Is it a good idea to start a new trial from the ground up before we deal with these appeals?"

"This new trial might save us from the appeal. If they see us with a brand new, strong case, they might settle the past cases just to escape a new trial, or they take a deal on this case and roll the dice with the others."

"When will the DNA results be in?"

"Probably another week."

"You didn't rush it."

"That is rushing it. Also, he's not going anywhere."

"So Chief Johnson had nothing to do with this case."

"Not at all. She had already left Major Crimes before Prescott's body was discovered, and she wasn't on the Prescott case when she was alive."

"So that part of the appeal not a problem here."

"So where do we go from here."

Brenda's Office

"Hi I'm looking for Mr. Heller. I am Brenda Leigh Johnson; he was my lawyer about 8 years ago."

"Oh hi, how are you?"

"I'm great. I've remarried."

"No, I don't need your services again, but my brother is getting divorce, and I'm afraid he's going to get thrown under the bus."

"Tell me about it."

Brenda relayed the story about Joyce and the plumber, her "lawyer" cousin, Bobby's out here now.

"So he closed all the joint accounts."

"He paid off the balance, but yes, he didn't want anything joint with her, and he left half of the money in the account."

"She's in the marital home."

"Yes. He doesn't want it. He took his dog, his truck and his stuff."

"All to LA."

"It's either in LA or in Cousin Jacob's basement."

"What do you need from me?"

"Well, according to his daughter, Charlie, Joyce hired a hotshot lawyer who's going to try and bleed him dry and I'm nervous that Jacob will get overwhelmed."

"You want him to have some firepower."

"Yes."

"Well, we'll give him a call and we'll send Bobby a quote."

"Thanks. Bye now."