Atlanta, GA

Michael proposed Thursday night after the opera. He gave her a placeholder ring, his mother's, and promised to buy her a ring of her choosing over the weekend. She wanted more than ever to be out of her marriage. She wanted to get married at Christmas, and she wanted him to take her on a very expensive honeymoon to Europe.

She called her lawyer. "You have a deal yet."

"We worked out an agreement in mediation. You could get the house free and clear and …."

"Good. I'll sign it."

"I should explain the terms fully..."

"I don't care. I'm coming to sign it now."

Joyce signed the agreement. He sent it to Jacob to get Bobby's signature. This mess was almost over.

Mental Institution

Brenda let Jackie and Tom go to the hospital and see if they could visit Sammy. They pretended to be his cousins. He was doing better that day. They stopped giving him anti-psychotics, once they realized he was not schizophrenic. They gave him valium to try and deal with his anxiety. He was in a lot of pain from his injuries trying to climb that fence, but he was glad to be off the Halidol.

"Hi Sammy, how are you?"

"Who are you?"

"We're here to see how you're doing. We met your friends and figured out you were here. They're all worried about you. They don't know what happened to you."

"I have to worn them. The fuzz is coming for them, and it's all my fault."

"I wouldn't sorry about the fuzz anymore. I have a feeling their case has more holes than Swiss cheese."

"I tried to keep the FBI on the wrong trail. I told them this led to a big drug cartel in San Diego, and I was hoping they would leave to go look for them."

Tommy and Jackie looked at each other.

"When can I get out of here?"

"I don't know. You need to find a rehab center. Can you afford one?"

"Can you get Harry?"

"Who's Harry?"

"He sends my checks every month. Dad didn't want me to have control of the estate. I've been kind of a screw up."

Jackie and Tommy looked at each other.

"Do you know Harry's last name?"

"Jones. He lives in Hollywood."

"We'll look for him."

Eliza's Apartment

Eliza was not feeling like her normal self. She was unearthed by the whole mugging debacle and she couldn't focus on her work. She threw out draft after draft, none of them good enough. David took her pencil from her hand. "Relax. You're going to run out of paper."

Water filled Eliza's eyes. She never lost her drawing connection before. "I have an idea," David whispered in her ear. They got into the car and he drove out of the city.

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise."

They got to an open field. There was a little shack. They went to the shack. "$30" the man said. Gabriel handed the man cash, and they got white suits and goggles. He pointed to the dressing room. David and Gabriel changed. They went out the side door outside.

"What is this place?" Eliza asked.

Gabriel said nothing. He went to a bucket, picked up a pink ball and hit her with it. The ball exploded with paint. Eliza couldn't believe it. Gabriel ran away. She chased him. She missed the first couple of times, but finally got him with a yellow ball. They ran back and forth chasing each other about the field. David tackled her and gave her a kiss.

Eliza was exhausted. She was sweaty, dirty and covered in paint. She looked at Gabriel and smiled. Earlier, she felt like something had been taken from her. She just got it back.

They spent the rest of their time watching clouds.

"This is the best date I ever had," she told him.

"It's just the beginning."

They showered and left, both of them still had a little paint on them. David next drove them to a park. He rented them bicycles, and they rode around. The fresh hair was amazing. Eliza would peddle as fast as she could and then get tired. Gabriel kept a more consistent pace.

They made their way around the park several times.

FBI Office another meeting

"Great help Miss. Atlanta was."

"She found the guy."

"In a mental ward."

"She didn't put him there."

"Our case is garbage."

"She didn't build it."

"There was drugs in the back of the bar."

"Those fools were partying, not major dealing, and they can probably all can afford great lawyers."

"What a failure!"

"Any news on the El Torro case?"

"He tried to attack the judge."

"Awesome."

The Tailor

Bobby picked up his zoot suit. He had a matching fedora and a flask. He was going to take Sharon out for a wonderful night

He wanted to make a 1940s style dinner, but it was war time. Food was mostly canned soup and beans. He was going to substitute for a classic French dinner.

He bought sole filets, goat cheese, a mix of greens and pistachios and walnuts. He was going to make quite a treat

Major Crimes

The team was not happy. No one wanted to see David in trouble, for protecting his girlfriend from a thug no less.

It looked like the Captain was in trouble as well.

She sat across the table from an angry Lieutenant.

"Why didn't you report David to FID?"

"I didn't know he was involved."

"Are you saying Chief Johnson didn't call you and tell you that David fought the mugger?."

"She called me, but that's not what she said."

"She said that she told you David fight the mugger, and you told her to stay quiet. That it would be better if David said nothing. No one would notice a dead mugger."

"That is ridiculous. Chief Johnson wouldn't make up such a story."

"Are you saying she's lying?"

"Someone is lying, that is certain."

"So what did Chief Johnson tell you, according to you."

"She offered to help find the mugger. I told her there was no need, had we already found him. That was the end of the conversation."

"So she never told you there was a fight with David."

"No."

"Interesting. I wonder who the jury will believe."

"Can I go now? I have work to do."

"Do you have something to hide?"

Sharon got up and left. The whole thing was stupid. No way Chief Johnson cooperated with FID.

Sharon went back to her squad room.

"OOOOOHHH!" Provenza called. "Someone's in the FID dog house."

The team snickered. The irony was pretty hilarious.

"Very funny!"

"Learn anything new from the fuzz?"

"No, other than the fact they're grasping at straws."

"Did they talk to Eliza?"

"They didn't mention her, but this is there case now. It's their job to find her."

Sharon got called into Taylor's office.

"Don't tell me you purposefully hid David from FID?"

"No, but if my memory serves me correct, when I was running FID …."

"Don't you worry about that." Taylor knew he was the pot calling the kettle black.

"I had no idea David fought the mugger. Chief Johnson and David didn't know how severe his injuries were. No one intended to mislead anyone."

Taylor sighed. "FID is going to have a field day with this anyway. I heard the girlfriend hid from the police."

"Apparently, she was scared when Provenza and Flynn came to the studio, so she fled."

"She's dating Gabriel, but she's scared of the police?"

"She thought David was in trouble. She didn't want to talk. We tried her apartment, but she didn't go home."

"You didn't try David's apartment."

"We didn't know he was her boyfriend until this morning."

"Maybe it's better that way. FID might have tried to accuse you of tampering with a witness."

Sharon shook her head.

"Maybe Major Crimes should just take the rest of the day off."

Sharon sent everyone home and went home herself.

She took a bath and soaked in the tub. She had no intention of going anywhere.

Prosecutor's Office

Brenda was alone in the office today. When she got a call from Jackie and Tommy about a Harry Jones, she tracked him down and gave him a call. "Hi, is this Mr. Jones."

"My name is Brenda Leigh Johnson. I am the chief of bureau investigations at the Prosecutor's Office."

"What did Sammy do?"

"He took a large dose of PCP then he climbed a fence. He got sent to a mental hospital because they thought he was schizophrenic. He needs rehab. Could you get him placed in a clinic?"

"You're not calling to jail him."

"No. Is that what you want?"

"Of course not. I usually just expect the worse, especially when the law calls me. I've tried to help this kid out, but he's been a mess ever since his parents died. He never felt that he lived up to his father's expectations, and he just hides behind the drugs."

"He must be good at something."

"He would have made a great restauranteur. He loves food. He is great with people, and when he's sober, he can make a great sales pitch."

Brenda thought about her brother. He could be a great executive chef for a BBQ joint, but she did not want to set him up with a PCP addict.

"I bet he could still. He just needs some hope, and a lot of therapy."

"I'm coming to get him right away."

Brenda shook her head. She hated to see someone with a talent throw it away from addiction. She thought about her husband. He got a second chance. Sammy faces 5 years because he succumbed to a chemical and not a fermented grain. The whole thing seemed arbitrary to her. She didn't like the idea of Fritz going to jail and never getting help.

She headed home. Her work was done. She saw Flynn on her way out. Someone's looking to get lucky.

Andy found his lover glued to her computer. She typed for a minute, not realizing he opened the door.

"Flynn. Why aren't you at work?"

"All of Major Crimes got fired."

"Oh you! Really, what happened?"

"We were looking for someone who beat the crap out of a mugger. Turns out, it was Gabriel. He was with his girlfriend. Punk tried to mug her. Big mistake. Anyway, we got kicked off the case."

"Is he alright?"

"David's fine. The mugger, however, is dead."

"Oh God."

"At least Branson is gone. I couldn't imagine that."

Andrea went back to typing. "I'm almost done with this report. Then, we can go, okay."

"Of course. Take your time.

Sharon's House

She dried off and wore her bathrobe. She got a text message. "Will be there in an hour?"

Aw crap! Sharon was in no mood to go out. Maybe we could stay in tonight.

She lounged in her bathrobe.

She saw Rusty come out wearing a button down shirt and slacks.

"Where are you going all dressed up?"

"My friends wanted to go to this Spanish place. I wanted to look nice."

"Teenagers, at a fancy restaurant?"

"What can you say. We're a class act I guess."

"How are you getting there?"

"Kyle's picking me up."

"You two have been spending a lot of time together."

"He's a good kid."

"I'm glad." Sharon suspected Rusty liked Kyle, but she didn't want to pry.

Kyle came to the door with a set of lilies.

"What kind of dude brings flowers?"

"They're not for you, Rusty." Kyle handed them to Sharon.

"You shouldn't have."

"Not a problem."

"He can't help himself. He's an ass-kisser." Literally Rusty thought to himself.

"Rusty, be nice."

"Yeah, Rusty. Ready to go."

"Yep. Bye Sharon."

"Don't stay out too late."

"Don't you have a date," Rusty responded as he was out the door.

"Crap!" Sharon thought. She scrambled to put on a dress and get her make up on. She was just finishing up, when the doorbell rang.

Sharon rushed out to greet Bobby.

"Hey, Baby." He kissed her and scooped her into his arm. "I brought everything I need to make you an excellent dinner."

"You're so jazzed up."

"What else would I wear swing dancing?"

Crap! I forgot.

"Not very forties," he told her. "But very sexy." He kissed her again.

"Oh stop!"

"No really, the 1940s wasn't a sexy time for women. There was no cleavage, kind of drab patterns. You look hot."

Sharon blushed. "What's for dinner?"

"You'll see. Put on some music and let me surprise you."

Bobby got to work. He started with the dessert. Once, it was in the oven. He made the side dish.

It was hard for Sharon not to watch. She wanted to know what smelled so good. "NO peaking!" he yelled before she was about to turn around. She tried to identify scents. She smelled something buttery and sweet. Also, something fruity and nutty. "Why do you tease me?"

"A little payback," he laughed. He put the appetizer in the fridge and started with the entree in one pan. He then cooked the appetizer in another pan. He made a sauce for the entree turned down the heat of the oven and stuck the entree in to keep warm

"The first course is ready."

Bobby had already set the table. He brought out a warm mixed greens salad with a raspberry vinaigrette and a walnut and bread encrusted chevre patty.

"That looks divine."

He poured two whiskey sours. "Let's eat."

Sharon took a bite. The flavors were amazing. The crunchy factor from the walnuts cut through the creaminess of the cheese. The raspberry helped temper the bitterness of the greens. She was in heaven. "Aw, finally my day turned around."

"Hard day at work."

"A former member of my squad beat up a mugger who tried to rob his girlfriend."

"What's wrong with that?"

"The mugger died of his injuries."

"What's wrong with that?"

"What?"

"In Georgia, he would be getting a medal and a standing ovation from the neighbors."

"He's a police officer. He has to be investigated formally."

"Ouch!"

The salads were done. Sharon devoured hers.

He brought out the entree, pan-fried sole with a herb-butter sauce and a side of grilled asparagus

She took a bite. The fish was crunchy and the sauce was very flavorful. "How was your day?"

"I left early. I wanted to get everything right for tonight." He smiled. He couldn't wait to bring her onto the dance floor.

He chewed the food. He hoped it wasn't too peppery. "How do you like it?"

"It's perfect." She smiled. She couldn't believe she found a man who could make food like this, or that he found her, randomly. If he hadn't locked himself out that day...

Bobby just noticed the flowers. "Do I have competition?"

"Oh those are just from Kyle, Rusty's friend."

"Hmmm!" Bobby raised an eyebrow. He tried not to laugh.

"Don't be silly. He's practically a child."

"I wouldn't put it past him. It's the age where boys try to get with a MILF."

Sharon bust out laughing. "You did not just say that."

"Yes I did."

"Did you try this when you were a teenager?"

"I kissed my math teacher junior year several times"

"You did not."

"I did. She didn't seem to mind, but the principal did. I didn't want her to get in trouble, so I said I did it on a dare, and I got detention for a month."

"You're serious."

"She was hot. 17 year olds have no shame."

"Well, I doubt that's the case here. I think Kyle bats for the other team."

"All right, then, but if he starts showing up in a speedo offering to clean your pool..."

Sharon giggled. Bobby turned on the broiler. He brought new drinks.

They drank as they waited for dessert.

"Dessert time."

Bobby took out the dessert from the oven. He brought out pistachio crème brulees. "Careful, it's hot."

Sharon waited a couple of minutes and then took a bite. "Wow!" She couldn't believe that he somehow topped dinner and the salad. It was savory and sweet and creamy and so, so, excellent.

Bobby was glad she liked it. After dessert, they made out on the couch.

"Let's go. I've been dying to dance with you."

She grabbed a jacket, and he drove them to the dance hall.

"I don't really know how to swing," she told him.

"Follow my lead." He took her hands. "We'll start with the Lindy hop. We can do it in six counts like this." He guided her. Three bigger steps and then three smaller ones. They swirled around the floor with ease, lost in each others eyes.

The music slowed down. Bobby showed her the East Coast swing. "Back with your right, forward with your left, step right, shift left, step left, shift right and back. That's it. You're a natural." Bobby led her across the floor in dramatic sweeps. The motion was slow, slow, quick. Sharon leaned in to kiss Bobby. He returned her embrace and swirled her around in his arms.

His hands slipped down to her waist. He rubbed the back of her thigh.

"Bobby, we're in public."

"We can change that."

20 minutes later, they were in her house. His arms slipped around her stomach, her back against his chest. He kissed her neck.

"That feels nice."

She set down her purse and hung up her jacket. In her absence, he dismantled his suit, standing in just his boxers. He was ready to play.

He kissed her neck shoulders and began to unzip her dress.

"Let's go..." before she could say to her bed, Bobby had her dress hitting the floor. He began ravishing her body, kissing her chest and groping her ass and her legs.

"AHHH!" she moaned and groaned as he made his way across her erogenous zones. He kissed her elbows and stomach and began kissing her thighs.

"Rusty will be …."

Bobby evaded her panties and entered a finger.

"OOOHH!"

He slowly pushed in and out of her wetness and then he added another finger. She started buckling on the knees.

"AWWWW!"

His fingers went full force. He was kneeling in front of her and had perfect access to her body. She was panting and hissing and groaning as he drove her wild with his fingers and his tongue. She was just about to cum, when he slowed down, keeping her on the edge for over a minute. Her eyes started to water as the anticipation drove her into madness. He tugged at her knees and she dropped to them. He set her hands down in front of her and began to kiss the back of her neck

"I'm so close," she told him.

He bit her shoulder and pulled out his throbbing member. He began to tease her, slowly rubbing himself against the edge of her folds. She tried to thrust back, but he kept moving out the way. He slowly pushed his way into her, and she bucked her hips backwards thrusting herself onto him. He began to slowly push in and out of her. She pushed her hips back trying to quicken his movement. He kissed her softly. Her tongue aggressively thrashed with his. She wanted to fuck, hard.

He was excited about her wanton lust and abandonment. When he first kissed her, he knew she had a wild libido that was hidden under her polite professionalism. He couldn't wait to evoke her inner slut. Tonight was his night. He began to quicken his pace, pumping his way in and out of her.

"OH GOD FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

He didn't speed up at first. He wanted her to beg.

"Do you want more? Do you want me to pound you?"

"Yes. Give it to me. Give me all you got!"

"Say please."

"Please Bobby. I need it. I need it right now." Her face was red. Her cheeks bright red. He was satisfied. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her silly. His muscular glutes drove his hips against hers viciously.

"AWWWAWAWEWAWWSDJENDEFMD" was the only sound she could make as she got an all-star fucking. "AH AH AH AHHHHHHHHHH" She was cumming all over the floor. He started kissing her ear and biting her. He never slowed down. Her hips wildly bucked against his as she had orgasm after orgasm. He grabbed her breasts and began to knead them roughly.

"Oh god!" After about a minute, the orgasms finally subsided. Her heart was racing. She felt like her insides were ready to explode. It took every bit of restraint Bobby had not to shoot his load already.

He pulled out and offered Sharon his sticky cock. She began to suck him readily, tasting her juices on him. She made quick work of him. He shot his load down her throat.

"AW FUCK!" Bobby leaned back. They were both sweaty, sticky messes.

I can't believe we did this in the living room. If Rusty came home... "Let's go to bed." Bobby grabbed his clothes and walked to her bed. Sharon grabbed her dress and her underwear and followed him.

The Spanish Restaurant

Kyle and Rusty were on their date. The lighting was nice. They ate tapas, several different small courses, chopitos, chorizos, olives and cheese. They had a spread of veggies, meat and fish, hot dishes cold ones.

"This is fun," Rusty told him.

"I'm glad you like it. The great thing about tapas is that it never gets boring. There's endless possibilities."

They dined happily

Across the restaurant, Brenda and Fritz were eating dinner. "These croquettas are awesome." Fritz was rather pleased.

"I like the pork dish. Wait, isn't that Rusty?"

Friz turned his head. "Yeah, he's eating with that other teen."

"Ooh! A date, how cute."

"Just because Rusty's at dinner with a guy doesn't make it a date. Gay guys have friends too."

"It's clearly a date Fritz. They're giving each other the eyes."

"What eyes."

"The I can't wait to get out of here for bow chick a wow wow. eyes"

"Is that a technical term?"

"How often to you see two teen males, dressed up at a nice restaurant with mood lighting? Is this what you did in high school?"

Fritz sighed. "So what if it is a date? We shouldn't pry."

"I think its sweet."

Just as Fritz flagged the waiter for more juice, Brenda saw Kyle steal a quick kiss from Rusty.

"Aww, how cute."

Fritz shook his head. "I can't take you anywhere."

"Oh Shush!" Brenda kissed him.

Eliza's Loft

They returned to her apartment. Eliza made quick work of David's clothes. They kissed and touched each other intently.

"Let's get to bed." She told him. He was eager to please. She sat on the bed. His hands began to shed her clothes. She helped him out. She saw his naked body well light. He was perfect. She always thought sex was best with him in the daytime. Only then, could she make out every detail on his well-carved frame. She also liked watching him sleep in the morning for the same reason, especially when he was naked. At her place, this was normal.

She looked him up and down. "I feel like a steak," he joked.

"You're definitely a prime cut." She kissed him passionately. He tried to pull them under the covers but she tossed them off the bed. "I want to see you, all of you." Their hands and bodies explored each other feverishly.

David's mouth reached her inner thighs. He began to devour her. "OOOOOOHHHH!"

She was straddled over him, giving him easy access to touch her with her fingers. He used his fingers and tongue in tandem to get her going. She returned the favor, sucking him into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base. She held him still as she moved up and down. She was definitely the most orally skilled woman that David ever encountered. She knew how to drive him absolutely crazy. It wasn't long until they were both over the edge.

Eliza rolled off him. They lied on the bed, both facing the ceiling, bodies in opposite directions.

"Best date ever," she told him again.

"Not done yet."

Sharon's House

"Close your eyes," he told her. He kissed her lips and ducked into the kitchen. He returned with a surprise. He slipped something under a pillow. "You can open them now."

"Nothing's different."

"That's what you think."

He began to kiss her and touch her passionately. Her legs wrapped around his hips. He began to thrust into her again. "AWWW FUCK." She was still recovering from his last pounding, but he just felt amazing. She couldn't get enough. His lips found the nape of her neck, and he began to alternate between rough and gentle. He flipped her over and slid a pillow under her stomach. He began to devour her ass. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" He knew how to push her buttons. He pulled a crookneck squash out from under the pillow and began to fuck her with it.

"THAT is cold!" She grunted as this foreign object made its way into her body. He carefully held on to the base and she bucked against him. He found the lube in her draw and liberally applied it to his fingers. He slowly pressed them into her behind. The double assault left her grunting and growling. His fingers got replaced with his wet cock, and he began to fuck her. His hand stayed focus on her pussy, and she got double stuffed. He pulled her backwards, so she was riding his cock.

It wasn't long until she was cumming again. He kept double pounding her and she came again and again in rapid succession. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode him. Her hair was all over her face and she was out of breath. "AW GOD AW FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

She came again and she fell forward. Bobby pulled out of her and flipped her over. He began gently kissing her neck and throat. When her breathing returned to normal, he slipped his way back inside of her ass and slowly had his way with her. She whimpered and moaned as he came inside of her.

She pulled him to her and kissed him, her mouth sweet and salty at the same time. He collapsed at her side. "You exhaust me," he told her.

They fell asleep

The Restaurant

Kyle and Rusty left dinner and grabbed ice cream cones. Rusty got ice cream all over his face. Kyle kissed him. "You're a sticky mess," he told him.

"You outta know." They walked down the promenade and chatted about everything. They drove to Sharon's house. Kyle kissed him goodnight. Rusty pulled him back into another kiss, and they stayed out there for a while.

"Goodnight, Cinderella!"

Rusty went inside. "Someone got laid!"

He went to bed.

Brenda and Fritz left the restaurant. He tried to drive home but Brenda kept rubbing his cock.

"You're going to make me crash." Brenda would stop and then resume again.

"I can't help it. I want your cock."

"You can't wait until we get home."

"No."

He pulled into an abandoned lot. She climbed into the back seat. He joined her. It didn't take her long to start sucking him. Her ass bounced in the air as she bobbed her head. His hands made their way up her thighs and to her hips. He made his was in her dress and into her folds. He began to push his fingers into her as she licked and caressed him. They both played each other like classical instruments until it was time for the main event. She straddled her hips and swiftly pushed him inside of her. She used her hands to brace herself on his shoulder. They moaned and grunted as they thrusted into each other. Their lips found each other and their eyes locked. They were confined to a small space, making the affair much more intimate. His head found his way to her chest. She growled as he sucked her nipples.

It wasn't long before they were both cumming, almost at the same time.

They kept their embrace for a couple of minutes. "Ready to go home."

"Yes. I want you in a bed. Drive fast."

Fritz laughed.