Andrea drove over to Flynn's place after work. He made gnocchi, a homemade pesto, bruschetta and an olive tapenade. Andrea didn't really like olives, but Andy made this delicious. He also wore an apron that said kiss the chef. Andrea pulled him into her arms and gave him a deep kiss.

"I should wear this apron all the time," he chuckled and pinched her butt.

They sat down and ate. "This is fantastic," she praised as she dug in.

"Aren't you glad I have Italian in me. You can have some Italian in you later tonight."

"Oh you pig!" She gently swatted at him.

They chatted about work. They both avoided the topic they wanted to mention, their relationship. were they serious? were they friends with benefits? what to tell people at work?

"Did you make dessert?"

Flynn kissed her on the lips. "Me."

Andrea laughed and kissed him, biting his lower lip. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. Flynn wanted to take his time with her, unlike Saturday. He kissed her softly and slowly undressed her. Andrea murmured into his ear as his hot breath found her neck. Flynn started to dance about as he tossed away his clothes.

Andrea couldn't stop laughing as he did his strip tease; he was so cute.

Bobby's Work

Bobby had a long day at work. He was tired and needed to go home, take Hunter out for a walk and then get a cold one.. He checked his phone when he got into the car. Brenda sent me a contact? It was Sharon Raydor's cell phone number. To call or not to call.

Someone called him

"Hello," Bobby answered. "Jacob, how are you?"

"I'm alright. I've had better days. Joyce's lawyer is a tough cookie. He sent a demand letter, wanting all kinds of stuff: the house, alimony, a stake in your pension. I tried to talk to him, but he said don't bother him unless we agree.

Crap my pension too. I better change my address on those forms. Bobby realized Brenda was right. He needed a tougher lawyer than Cousin Jacob.

"It sounds like you'll need some help on this. Brenda said she knows a divorce lawyer down there. How about you meet with him and work on a counteroffer?"

"That sounds good man. I'll talk to you later."

Bobby realized he had some work to do when he got home. He called his old boss and had his address changed for his pension documents, also he told them to take off Joyce as a beneficiary in case of death. He changed it to Charlie. Bobby also updated his life insurance, again changing it to Charlie. I'll be damned if that bitch cleans me out.

Bobby grabbed a cold one or two, then he walked Hunter. Then, he stared at his phone. To call or not to call.

Sharon's House

Sharon pulled into her house and started to make dinner. She poured a glass of white wine to drink while she cooked.

Rusty was in his room, instant messaging Kyle. They chatted back and forth, mostly small talk, both of them hoping it would lead to something else.

Sharon whistled while she cooked, nothing of interest going on. Nothing at all, until

Ring Ring

I hope it's not another body dump

"Hello, Captain Raydor."

"My bad, I just wanted Sharon."

"Bobby, Hi."

[small talk/meaningless babble]

"I was wondering if you were free on Friday. There's this new steakhouse on..."

"Yes." Sharon was excited. Maybe a little too much. She felt a little embarrassed. I hope he doesn't think I'm over eager.

"Great. I'll pick you up at 7."

Sharon hung up the phone. She had chills all of the sudden. Somehow the sound of his voice turned her into a giddy teenager. She was glowing as she made her salad, couscous and broiled fish.

Flynn's Place

Flynn kissed Andrea softly. He wanted tonight to last a while. Andrea wanted him there and then. She started biting his neck and his chest. Flynn got control, pinning her to the bed.

"I want to take my time with you." He kissed her gently wrapped his arms around her, his soft kisses slowly traveling from her head, down her neck, across her chest to her arms, to her stomach and then to her inner thighs. His hands traveled up and down the sides of her body as he explored her.

Andrea's skin was getting hotter and hotter. She was going stir-crazy. She sighed as he looked into her spent their time kissing and groping each other. His erection firmly pressing between them. Andy could do this forever, but he knew she might kill him, so he started to hasten his pace.

He started by kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples. She gasped as his hands worked their way deep inside of her.

"AWWWW OHHHH YEAH" She was nice and wet, ready for him. Flynn slid on a condom, not wanting to have any more children. He slowly made his way inside of her. Andrea's legs instinctively enveloped his hips, her feet resting on his butt. He began to slowly push in and out of her. She moaned and groaned as he took his time. His thrusts were nice and deep. He knew how to get her to moan for him.

He felt so good, but Andrea wanted to get to the finish line. She liked being hot and sweating, cumming all over the place and him pounding her wildly. Andy liked the build up, the process of getting to the goal line. He wanted to gradually build up some milage and Andrea was ready for a sprint. She realized that her way would have to wait. She kissed him, his face, his ears and nibbled on his bottom lip. Her hands found his hair and her teeth found his neck. Her movements were firm but gentle. Flynn had a way of relaxing her.

Andrea arched her back, began to meet his thrusts and gently tapped on him with her foot, wanting him to go faster. Flynn got the hint and picked up his pace. He was still taking his time, but he wasn't taking quite as long.

Andrea loved the feeling of having Flynn on top of her. He loved his body, the way he smelled and the way he moved. She wanted as much of him as possible.

Flynn decided now was the time to really get the show on the road. His thrusts became faster and shallower. Andrea's gasps and groans turned into screams and shouts. "AWWW YES FUCK ME FUCK ME!" Flynn was almost there. He put her ankles on his shoulders, so he could get a deeper angle and he really began to pound her. It wasn't long before she came all over him and he was soon afterwards. He pulled her next to him, and they were spooning.

Brenda and Fritz

Brenda woke up early to take Fritz to the airport. When she got back to the house, Bobby was getting ready to go to work. Brenda tried to send a text to Fritz's phone, so he would see it when he landed. She realized she pushed the wrong button and almost texted Fritz's number to someone. I can text numbers? Brenda had an idea. She texted Bobby Sharon's number. No meddling my ass.

She rubbed Hunter's belly, and she lied on the couch. She didn't have enough time to go back to sleep, but she didn't need to start getting ready just yet.

Fritz got through security quickly, having an FBI badge helps. He boarded the plane and sat down. He planned on napping the whole time. To his chagrin, he was seated next to a curious little boy, who wanted to chat about everything, visiting his father, dinosaurs, trucks. Fritz wasn't going to be getting any sleep for a while.

Andrea and Flynn

Andrea fell asleep in Flynn's bed that night, which was comprised of sex, a Dodgers preview for their next game and lots of cuddling.

She woke up with nothing to wear for work the next day. She kissed Andy on the forehead and put on her Monday's clothes. She got ready for her drive of shame home. Flynn woke up with a smile on his face. He got in the shower and got dressed for work. He made a breakfast sandwich, ate and was out the door.

Andrea got home to with just enough time to shower and change before she got to work. Her neighbor noticed her coming home in the same clothes she wore the day before. She must either be working too much or she's got a boy-toy her neighbor thought as she drank her morning coffee.

Brenda rested for too long and had to get going. She got dressed and was out the door. She stopped at a nearby bagel shop to buy breakfast. Her phone rang.

Hello

Hey Andrea what's up?

Where are you.

I'm currently getting breakfast, want me to pick you up something?

Yes! Bagel w/ lox and capers please, and a coffee.

Got it. See you soon.

Brenda bought the food and coffees and was on her way. When she pulled out of her spot, she almost hit the car behind her, reminiscent of the time she hit a car behind her backing out on the way to a double homicide, but this time there was no coffee on the back of her windshield. The other driver honked at her.

Oh for heavens sake "How am I supposed to get out of the space if you're trying to pull into it?"

Brenda left and was on her way to work. When she got there, there was more whistling and smirks from the "men." She rolled her eyes and made her way to Andrea's office. Knock

"Come in."

Brenda walked in.

"Thank god, I'm starved."

Brenda tossed Andrea her breakfast and set her coffee on the desk. Brenda sat down and slowly unwrapped her food. Andrea dove right in.

Brenda laughed. "Have you not eaten in a while?"

"I ate dinner last night, and it was really good, but …." Andrea wasn't sure if she should continue.

"But what?"

"I expended … a lot of energy last night"

"What does that mean? Oh! Did you and you-know-who?" Brenda bumped her knuckles together.

"Several times." Andrea smiled.

"Do spill."

Andrea recounted her previous night, well the PG-13 version. Brenda ate and listened attentively. She and Fritz didn't get to have nearly as much fun last night. He spent most of the night preparing for his trip, and Brenda was on Skype talking to Charlie. When Brenda's watch slipped, Andrea noticed a slight mark.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"On your wrist."

"Oh! Brenda blushed and giggled. Well..."

"Well..." There was a bit of silence. "What?"

"Fritz and I had fun on Saturday."

"Fun?"

"Yeah."

"That's it. I told you about my night."

"Oh Fine." Brenda told Andrea about how Fritz had tied her to the bedposts.

"Did it hurt?"

"No. He used silk rope." Brenda explained. She went on to explain how he had his way with her. She left out the cucumber activity and the back door play. She didn't want them to appear like total weirdos.

"Did you like it?" Andrea was intrigued. She had never done anything like that

"I loved it." Brenda blushed a little more. "It was freeing."

"Freeing?" That sounded odd to Andrea.

"You have no choice but to let everything go: any shyness, anxiety, it all floats away."

I wonder if Andy would tie me up. Andrea imagined herself strapped to Flynn's bed. "I could get used to that," Andrea said to herself, not realizing she said it out loud.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing?" Andrea lied.

Knock

"Come in," Andrea answered.

A man walked in. "The AG's rep is here to go over the plea deal for …."

"I got to get to work." Brenda was off. Andrea went to the conference room.

Brenda strolled into the team room. Gabriel was organizing a chart on the board.

"We have a new case, Chief?"

"We do? What's going on? Why didn't you call me?"

"I was going to, but I figured you were on your way already. There's no crime scene to visit."

"No crime scene?"

"Well. There was a shoving match between Branson and some traffic cop by the water cooler yesterday."

"We're investigating two officers for being immature." Brenda was not amused.

"No. They both got called into Taylor's office and were told to chill or be reprimanded. The problem is there is an allegation that Branson is abusive with other officers."

"How so?"

"Allegedly, he will invite subordinates out to lunch and leave them with the bill. If they ask him to pay them back later, he 'suggests' that they don't bring it up again if they don't want to find themselves on desk duty. He's been known to add drinks to others tabs. Etc."

"Why not just dock his pay to reimburse these people?"

"That requires a court finding, which means someone would have to sue him or file a complaint and most of FID is scared of him and won't talk unless its anonymous."

"Do we have anything to go on?"

"Well on Saturday, he saw a subordinate officer out with her partner, and he said something derogatory to them. The officer wouldn't talk but her girlfriend called in a complaint."

"Why isn't Internal Affairs doing this? There's more to them then just FID."

"Taylor doesn't want them on the case. He suspects that this is just a part of a systemic problem with Internal Affairs. They're insular. They usually answer to federal regulators who are too swamped to deal with them, so they get out of line."

"By hazing and harassing subordinates who have no one to go to."

"Exactly, IA isn't popular. Most of the officers don't have friends on the outside to help them."

Brenda sighed. She didn't like this at all.

"How to we reach victims who won't talk to us?" Jackie asked.

"That's a good question." Brenda stopped for a minute and thought. "These people, officers, may not have many friends in the department, but they might have someone they confide in, an officer who lives nearby or shares a similar cultural background, alma mater, greek organization."

"Sexual orientation," Jackie added.

"What?"

"Well, there's a support/social group for the LGBT officers, and if one of the victims is a lesbian, maybe she confides in other lesbians in the group. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out which officer she is, and if we can get her to talk, maybe the others will too."

"Why not just ask her partner?"

"Her partner wouldn't say her name because she didn't want her to get upset." Gabriel added, "they might not be willing to put their names on a complaint alone, but if we can get all of these officers in a group, maybe they'll see they're not alone, and they will file a complaint against Branson.

"It might look like a conspiracy," Tommy added. "If they all complain at once, Branson will claim collusion."

"He's right," Brenda added. "We need to find a way to let them know they're not alone, but avoid making this look like a setup, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't need to worry about that until someone is ready to talk to us."

"Mikki likes you," Gabriel said.

"What?" Brenda blushed a little. She noticed the woman looking her up and down on a case once, but she's a married woman for heaven's sake and too old for Mikki anyway.

"She might be able to help you figure out where to start."

"You're right. I'll see if she can help. I want you all to take the organization chart from Branson and see if you can match the anonymous complaints to a person. We don't have much to go on now, but its likely that the younger officers and the lower ranking ones are the complainants, which means we should also be looking at the older/higher ranking officers as well. If Taylor is right and this is a systemic problem, then they might have either gone through this in the past or they could be contributing to the problem now, or both."