Brenda and Fritz

Their lips were hopelessly deadlocked. They were trying so hard to kiss each other that they weren't getting very far. They both wanted control. They both needed to have their way. She started scratching his back. He pulled his head back and looked into her eyes. Ever since the weekend before, they have been inseparable. He realized how much she trusted him. She didn't ask him where they were going. She let him do as he wished to her and she gave herself to him in front an audience. All of her barriers were down. She was simply his. He pinned her to the bed and began to gnaw on her neck. He left marks right above her chest.

Her legs naturally opened for him. She saw the ferocity in his eyes and knew what he wanted. Her fingers softly ran through his hair. Her caresses started to tame him. He looked at her again and began to kiss her. This time, she acquiesced for him. His lips and tongue sent the tempo. One hand found her face and the other one her lower back. She ground her hips towards him. "AWWW!" she moaned at the feeling of his body against hers.

He loved hearing her moan for him. He wanted to keep kissing her all night but he had bigger plans. "Get on your hands and knees," he barked.

She obeyed him. His lips started with her ankles and he kissed his way up her legs, along the side of her hip, up her back, and the base of her neck. His soft touches caused her heart to flutter. His lips made their way down her body to her cunt, and he began to lick her.

"OOOOHHH!" His tongue was forceful and intent. He knew exactly where she liked to be licked and when to flick his tongue against her clit and when to finger her. Her hips started to push back against him. He lied on his back, so he was under her and pulled her to his mouth. She braced herself on the headboard and began to ride his face. The sensation drove her mad. She was full of lust, and he knew exactly how to get a reaction out of her.

He took a break. "Can you do a frog stand?"

What an odd request? She put her hands on the bed and rose her knees until they were at her elbows. He grabbed her from behind and continued to eat her. She almost fell over but he held her hips upward. The blood rushed to her arms and to her clit at the same time. She was getting woozy. It all became to much, and she started cumming. Her arms caved, and she fell on the bed. He stood behind her, throbbing cock ready to go. He sat down, his feet behind his knees, and he pulled her on top of him. Her body matched his, and he began to thrust. She was on top, but he was in control, and he fucked her, hard, harder, harder. "AWWWW FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

He delivered. His hand held her hair tightly as he drove his hips into her. She leaned forward thrusting her ass towards him. He pushed her on her stomach and pulled her ass into the air. Then he pounded her from behind, until she came on him again. He slammed into her, and her body was falling to pieces. She was out of breath, on fire everywhere, and the more she came, the more she wanted. She began wriggling her ass as he fucked her, trying to get closer. He grabbed her hips and took control. Fucking her intently until she came again. Soon afterwards, he shot into her.

They were wet and sticky. He carried her into the shower. He scrubbed every inch of her body and toweled her dry. He gently carried her to bed. He went to get some water. He came back and Brenda was rummaging in the back. "What are you looking for honey?

"These." She handed him the beads.

He got her bent over his lap and got to work.

3AM

Andy couldn't sleep. It was too hot. He opened the window a crack. The cold air hit Andrea's chest. She rolled over to him. "You're really warm." She fell into his chest.

She was a lot cooler. Her touch relaxed him. "You smell good," she muttered as she dozed back to sleep.

He looked at her angelic body, if only she were awake.

He closed his eyes.

Eliza's Loft

She was finally able to work again. She drew in her room in the back as David slept in her bed, naked. She drew him from memory and with a little help of her earlier sketches. She did a series of drawings: him as a warrior, him as a lover, a cook, and one of him sleeping. She wanted to sculpt him, but she needed him for that. She went to a different easel and started to paint.

Gabriel could sense Eliza wasn't at his side. He kept his eyes clothes. Whatever she did at night belonged to her. She would come back to bed. He hugged the sheet and rolled over.

Eliza watched him as he moved. He was so sweet.

Kyle's House

He lay awake in his bed. It was nice taking Rusty on a proper date. We'll have to do it again, but not too often. I like having him naked and in my bed better. Kyle's hand made their way under his sheet. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself

Sharon's House

Rusty was fast asleep, which was good because otherwise, he would probably be overhearing a sexual hurricane.

Bobby had an erection. He rolled over to Sharon and nested up against her, his hands gently finding her stomach. Shocks went through her body as he embraced her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. She grunted. Bobby kissed her neck. "Shar, you awake."

She rolled over. His eyes had a twinkle. She smiled. He kissed her softly. She opened her legs for him, her sex still very wet from their earlier encounter. He slipped into her and began to thrust.
Her legs curled around his hips. He closed his eyes and fantasized about all of the nasty things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to fuck her, everywhere: her car, it would be better if it were a cop car. He thought about pounding her with the lights going and the sirens and having her lying on the hood, her ankles on his shoulders. He even thought about doing her on the front lawn, in view of their neighbors. He wanted her to give into her lust, to do something crazy just for the hell of it. His hips thrusted wildly as he thought about taking her every way he could think of.

"OOOHH OHH!"

He was so lost in his own head that he just realized this wasn't a dream that he was right there, deep inside of her. He slipped his arms around her body and pulled her close. His thrusts slowed down and his lips devoured her neck, his chest pressed against hers. She muttered and moaned as he claimed her. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He picked her up and placed her on the floor, so she was lying on her back and her legs were in the air. He slowly pushed his way in her, his hands on the floor, holding up his body. It was not an easy position, but he liked showing off his physical strength.

"OOH YES OOOH YES" Her knees curled towards her chest. He stood up and grabbed some lube and the squash. He began to finger her most sensitive hole and he slowly lubed himself and slipped his way back there. He began to fuck her ass. She screamed and muttered as he found a rhythm. He handed her the squash. She began to fuck herself with it as he pounded her. A string of muttered curses came out, and she came all over herself. She was like a fountain in need of repair, spewing everywhere, uncontrollably. She kept going. She wanted more. She needed it. He walked backwards until he had her on the ground, on her hands and knees. He fucked her wildly and he took the squash from her. It was easier for him to fuck her with it at this angle. She came for him, but he still wasn't satisfied. He kept going, thrusting his way into her until she came again. He ditched the squash and gave her hips his full attention. He held them tightly as he plunged into her. It wasn't long before he came inside of her. They lay on the floor, a tangled mess, and then he picked her up and brought her to bed.

They collapsed instantly, both of them sound asleep

8AM

Flynn's House

The morning came and the sun was shining. Andrea tried to coax Flynn out of bed, but he didn't want to get up. She playfully began to touch his chest and thighs. He looked at her lovingly. "Come back to bed." She climbed in with him and, they promptly went under the covers.

Brenda/Fritz

They were sound asleep in each other's arms. Fritz gave Brenda quite a pounding the night before. She wanted it in the ass and he delivered, twice. She came so hard when he touched her there. Hunter barked and barked until Fritz got up. He took her for a walk and fed her. "Bobby needs to take care you," he told her. He texted Bobby. "Your dog misses you."

He fed Joel and changed his litter box. After washing his hands, he heard a sound.

"Come back to bed."

"Someone has to take care of Hunter."

"Where's Bobby?"

"Out. I'm assuming he had a date. He never came home."

"Not that we would have noticed if he had. Come back to bed."

He resumed his place by his wife. Hunter and Joel followed them. The married couple went back to sleep. Joel claimed the chair, and wriggled on her back. "Where's Bobby?"

The Gym

Kyle had wrestling practice all morning. His technique was very good, but he was little out of it. His mind kept thinking of Rusty. He'd rather be in bed with him than on the mat with this random dude. He fought his way through practice and went for a run. His school wasn't that far from Sharon's house.

Sharon's House

Bobby and Sharon were out for the count. Rusty poked his head in. The place looked like a war zone. He left promptly and made himself breakfast.

He just got ready to eat when he heard the doorbell ring. He went to the door. It was Kyle.

"Where's your car?"

"I ran her."

"What?"

"I wanted to see you."

"So you ran instead of driving."

"I needed to workout. I multitask."

Rusty gave him a kiss. "You smell like hell."

"I had wrestling all morning. Care to join me for a shower."

"I was just going to eat."

"Well, eat and then get into the shower with me." Kyle helped himself to a glass of milk.

Rusty ate bacon and eggs, and they went into the bathroom.

The water was cold at first. Rusty evaded it but Kyle stood right under the spout. "That feels nice."

Rusty grabbed some soap and began to rub Kyle from neck to toe. When's the last time you bathed?"

"Yesterday, you jerk."

"Maybe you should shower twice a day come wrestling season."

Kyle grabbed Rusty and tossed him under the water. They grabbed and grappled with each other as they made out under the water, covered in soap suds.

"Tell me you're home alone."

"Practically. Sharon and Loverboy are passed out. I checked on them. They're not getting up anytime soon."

"Let's go then."

They got out the shower. They both put on bath towels and Kyle carried his boyfriend to his bedroom.

They toweled themselves dry and climbed into bed. Rusty pinned Kyle to the mattress and started kissing his neck and biting his chest. It didn't take long before Kyle was ready for more.

Rusty started to suck him. Kyle grunted. He didn't want to be too loud. The last thing he needed was Rusty's aunt busting in the room.

Kyle closed his eyes and tried to stay quiet.

Rusty had a lot of fun with Kyle. It was nice to finally be in a real relationship, with someone his own age.

It didn't take long for Kyle to erupt in Rusty's mouth. Rusty rolled him over and pushed his head towards the pillow. He grabbed the lube from his drawer and took his place behind his mate.

"OMMGMGMFMF" Kyle moaned into the pillow Rusty had his way with him.

Rusty grabbed Kyle's hips and held on to them.

"FUCK!" Rusty groaned as he collapsed on top of Kyle. They lied side by side for a minute.

Rusty eventually got up and put on some clothes. He waked out of his bedroom to see Bobby, wearing nothing but boxers, making a Bloody Mary.

"Hey Sprout! Breakfast?"

"I already ate. Thanks.

"Really, what time is it?"

"1PM."

"Damn. Sharon. Time to get out of bed."

Sharon came out wearing her housecoat. "Where are your pants?"

"I dunno. Somewhere. Want lunch."

"I'm starved."

"Stay up too late?" Rusty snickered.

"Oh you hush!"

Kyle heard the commotion and wanted to get dressed. His clothes were rank so he stole some from Rusty. The t-shirt was tight on him. He looked for some shorts. They were a little looser. Damn, Rusty is skinny.

He put on his shoes and went outside.

"Kyle. When did you get there?"

"About 12:30. I had wrestling this morning."

Rusty saw Kyle and thought it was comical.

"Nice clothes."

"It's not my fault you're a 00."

"Am Not. Maybe you should go on a diet."

"I didn't see your car upfront."

"I ran here. My car's at the high school. I'll have to go get it."

"One of us can drive you," Bobby couldn't imagine Kyle running in such small clothes.

"Thanks."

"But first food."

They found a sushi place that was open for lunch.

"Raw Fish?" Bobby did not look amused.

"You ate tartare at that steakhouse we went to last month."

"That's what that was?"

Rusty laughed. This guy was funny. "They have cooked food too."

The waitress came. She thought it was cute that a couple had time to take their sons out to lunch.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

Sharon got coffee. Bobby saw no booze options. He went with coffee. Kyle got a Ramune. Rusty got the same, even though he didn't know what it was.

The waitress came back with their drinks quickly. Rusty was confused by the bottle. Kyle laughed. "Do this." He pushed the cap into the marble, which rolled down the bottle. He sipped it. "I love lychee."

"What's lychee?" Bobby never saw this stuff in Atlanta, not that it wasn't there. He just never thought to look.

"Its a fruit from Southeast Asia," Sharon told him. "It's very good."

The waitress returned to take their order. "Why don't you two get the love boat?" Rusty teased.

Sharon blushed. Bobby checked it out. Love ain't cheap. "Do you want to?" he asked her.

"Ooooohhh" The boys teased.

"Why not."

Kyle ordered some unagi, and Rusty got the spicy tuna roll.

"How long have you been wrestling?" Bobby asked him.

"Since 7th grade."

"He's the captain. He also is the state champ."

"Going to wrestle in college?"

"I don't know. It just got cut from the Olympics, and a lot of funding is going to disappear. Colleges are cutting their programs."

"That's too bad."

"I know. It's one of the original Olympic sports." Sharon mentioned.

"I might go into martial arts."

Their lunches appeared. Kyle and Sharon ate with chopsticks easily, Rusty, quasi-easily. Bobby had some trouble.

"Let me help." She took his hand in hers and guided his fingers.

"She's good with her hands, isn't she."

"Rusty!"

"You have no idea."

"Bobby!"

Rusty was blushing now. Bobby was starting to get the hang of it.

Sharon fed him a bite of fish with her chopsticks.

The food was delicious. They ordered more drinks. Bobby tried the lychee. It was tasty.

Bobby kissed her.

"Gross!"

Bobby and Sharon split the check. Then it was time to go.

They drove Kyle to his car. His mother called him. She wanted him to mow the lawn.

"Thanks for lunch." He was off.

They went back to Sharon's house. Bobby checked his phone. "I should get going." He kissed her again and drove home.

Brenda and Fritz were kissing on the couch. Hunter was their third wheel. They rubbed her head. Joel was napping away. The doorknob turned.

Hunter sprinted towards it. She jumped up and licked Bobby's face. "Down, girl."

"Someone finally came home."

"Should we start forwarding your mail?" Brenda liked teasing him.

"Oh hush!"

Hunter lied right on Bobby's feet. He started to rub her tummy.

Chicago

Henry and Molly made sure this was the perfect weekend for Marcus. They were expecting the DNA results on Monday and had no idea what it would mean. They took him to the aquarium, the park, his favorite pizza place and to get ice cream.

Marcus was glad that his grandmother was feeling better. They hadn't been out like this in months. He was a bundle of energy. They mostly watched him play with the kids and climb trees. His favorite was playing football. His grandfather taught him how to throw the perfect spiral and his grandmother cheered at all of his games.

Eliza's Loft

David gave great back massages. She moaned and muttered as his strong hands forced the knots out of her back. She was calm. Everything was nice and easy.

There was a loud knock on their door. "LAPD open up."

"Shit."

She was naked. Gabriel grabbed her a dress. She put on underwear and tossed on the dress.

David looked out the peephole. "Elliot. Crap."

He opened it.

"We would like to ask Ms. Hendricks some questions."

Eliza came to the door.

"We can do this here or the station."

"Here's fine."

Sgt. Elliot looked around. She had a swag place. "Can you tell me where you were last Thursday?"

"I took David to my yoga class."

"Is that a normal routine for you?"

"I usually go every Thursday. This is the first time David came to. We were on our way home, and this man came out of no where."

"You didn't see him approaching."

"No. It's like he came from behind a building or something. He pulled a knife and said wanted my money."

"Want did he say?"

"Give me your money."

"Then what happened."

"David got in between us and they started fighting."

"Can you be more specific?"

"I got out of the way. I was scared. They fought over the knife. Gabriel punched him."

"How many times?"

"I didn't count."

"Did you call the police?"

"It happened so fast. The next thing I knew, the guy ran off."

"You didn't call the police afterwards."

"No. We left."

"Anything else?"

"No."

"You're not holding anything back."

"She already said no." David was annoyed. He didn't want Eliza involved with this mess.

"Well, it's rather odd that she avoided the police and resisted answering question. It makes me wonder if anything else happened that night."

"Like what?"

Gabriel and Elliot stared each other down. The lieutenant was thirsty. "Do you have anything to drink?"

"There's homemade ice tea in the fridge. You can help yourself."

The lieutenant poured himself a glass. "This is very good. Thanks."

"I didn't want to get David in trouble. I just left."

"Why would he be in trouble?"

"I don't know. Maybe the reason you're here right now." Eliza was no dummy. She didn't get goaded into saying anything she didn't mean.

"I just wanted to go."

"Have you ever seen that man before?"

"No."

"And you never saw him again."

"No."

"Can you think of any reason why he would approach you?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's kind of odd that there were probably many women leaving, who came alone, and he tried to mug the one woman with a tall, strong looking man by her side."

"I was walking ahead of David. Maybe he didn't realize he was there."

"Did he look off too you?"

"His pupils were …."

"Large."

"No. Tiny, almost invisible."

"He wouldn't have been able to see as well." The lieutenant added.

"He also might have been very high." David commented.

"I think we're done here." The two officers left. One their way out, the lieutenant saw her drawing of a bird. "It's very nice."

"You can take it. It's just a draft."

"Really, thanks." He walked off with it. Elliot gave him a stank look and they were off.

The Morgue

Morales was just finishing his report. "Your mugger had a long history of coke use."

"Was it in his system?"

"Not when he died, but it was in his hair. I had a sample sent to the mass spec. He's been heavily using for months."

"Would that cause constricted pupils?"

"Yes and no. They would be dilated while he was high but constricted at other times."

"So he might have been sober during the fight."

"And he might have been hungover."

"Anything else doctor."

"I took a second look at his injuries. The ribs got to me. Look at his x-rays. Here are his ribs and here is his face."

"They're both busted up."

"But the pattern is different. The face, you can see a lot of force hitting with a small surface area, like a fist, and it started healing. But the ribs. They show some remodeling and then new breaks"

"What does that mean?"

"It means he got hit, started to heal and then got hit a few days later with a big object."

"Which fight killed him?"

"The second fight likely wouldn't have killed him without the first fight. It doesn't appear that the first fight alone would have been enough."

Elliot went to Taylor's office. Taylor was playing with his airplane. He called Captain Raydor.

"I hope this is good," she thought as she came in on a Saturday.

"Captain."

"Sgt."

The greetings significantly cooled. She and Elliot used to be fine, but when she left FID for Major Crimes, things changed.

"There was a new development in the case."

"Go on Sergeant."

"It appears our victim got into a second fight three days later, where his ribs got busted."

"So David didn't cause his fatal injuries."

"Morales can't be certain. He thinks both fights needed to have happened to cause this injury."

"But he wouldn't have died without getting into the second fight."

"Probably not."

"So what does this have to do with me?"

"We're still investigating David's use of force, but the second fight is out of FID territory. There's no evidence that David hit him again."

"So you want us to look for his actual killer."

"Yes."

She looked at Taylor. "The killer could be long gone," he commented.

"Probably not. We never announced his death. It's plausible that his killer doesn't know he's dead."

"Do you have a plan?"

"I think I do."

She didn't see the point in calling in her squad before Monday. She released the "victim's" photo and said that he had a rare, non-fatal, disease, and they requested anyone that came within contact with him in the last week to come to a listed specialist to be checked out.

She went home. Someone would call soon enough.

Flynn's House

He and Andrea were dancing. The music ran through them as their hips ground into each other. "I want you," he muttered into her ear.

Her cell phone rang. "Crap!" She answered it. "Hobbes!"

"Is that anyway to greet your father?"

"Hi, Dad I thought it was work."

"You're house phone doesn't work anymore."

"Did you get my e-mail? I moved Daddy."

"Moved. You know I am terrible with my e-mail. You finally got sick of that little house."

"I moved in with my boyfriend."

"You have a real boyfriend."

"Yes Dad. He's wonderful."

"I'll be the judge of that. You bringing him to Christmas."

"We haven't discussed it yet."

"Well, let me know sweetheart."

"Bye Dad."

"We haven't discussed what?"

"Do you want to come meet my family for Christmas? I understand if you're busy with your kids, or if this is too soon."

He grabbed her and kissed her. "I would love to meet them. My kids and I will work something out."