Tuesday Morning

Bobby got a call from his cousin telling him the hearing was in 4 weeks. He could go, but Jacob had power of attorney, so he could stay in LA. He was ready to get divorced.

He had taken Hunter for a run before work. She slept in the apartment as Bobby directed his crew.

Gabriel was wearing a new suit. He went shopping with Eliza over the weekend. She had a vision and his clothes demonstrated that. David loved his new suit. When he looked in the mirror, he thought of Eliza.

Eliza started going through her sketches, picking the best bases for her sculpture project. Gabriel was going to be her next project. She was going to extract her feelings for him and bring them to life in her art.

FBI

El Torro was finally deemed competent to stand trial by a shrink. He was a vengeful, angry man but he was sane. He knew that if he kept acting up, he could delay the proceedings.

Fritz testified as to what he saw the night they arrested him. He told the grand jurors about the deserted area, the drop off, how he saw El Torro open a brick and inspect the drugs himself. He took the drugs and loaded them in his car. He turned over the cash. The FBI and DEA surrounded them as they got ready to leave. They seized everything, cuffed everyone, took photos of it all and took everything and logged it into evidence right away.

He stepped down and left the courtroom.

He called his wife, who was eating a pastry.

"Hey Sexy!"

"Oh! Mark," she gasped. "My husband doesn't get home until 5."

"Who the hell's Mark!"

"I was just teasing, Fritz."

Fritz felt dumb. "You got me."

"I know. How was the hearing?"

"It went well. How about you?"

"Right now, I'm just advising a squad on how to investigate a robbery gang. They have been picking my brain all morning."

"That will take a long time. You have quite a brain."

"Why thank you? Can't wait until we get home tonight."

"You don't want Mark instead."

"No. He's boring me."

"Bye boo."

Tommy noticed David's new suit. "You've gone avantgarde on us?"

"It must be his new girlfriend. Chief says she's a hottie."

"She is," that's all Gabriel would give them. He smiled at the idea that Brenda thought Eliza was hot. In the back of his dirty mind was the idea of Mikki bending Brenda over a desk. A boy can dream.

Afternoon

Taylor was not happy. Quinn's father made a plea to the media that a molester is at the high school and no one is doing anything about it. Luckily, the news stations refused to air Jeremy's name because he's a minor. The school refused to comment.

Poor Flynn had to go in front of the camera and explain that a full investigation had been conducted, which is true, Sally and the other kids who would talk were interviewed, and they all attested that the boy in question had not molested anyone, nor had he attempted to do so.

They asked him about why the father was making allegations. Flynn tried to answer, but it was a pointed question. He said it's hard when fathers are watching their daughters grow up. Sometimes incidents happen, and they convince themselves of the worst.

You know it's a bad day when Flynn is your best media representative available.

Evening

Andrea was tired. She and Flynn were getting fed up with work. "How about a vacation?"

"Really," Flynn asked. "Where to?"

"Anywhere but here. Actually, I would be fine if we said we went away, turned off our phones and stayed home instead."

"Just not go to work."

"I'll get to work, on you." Andrea pulled him to her and started a kiss.

Sharon's House

She wanted to sit down with Rusty.

"Can we talk?"

"Am I in trouble?"

"No."

Sharon explained her case, how a bunch of young teens got drunk, it got out of control and they were all facing real problems. "I want you to know, Rusty, that I know kids experiment. I know they tell tales, they drink, they smoke weed. I just want you to know that if you get into something, and it gets out of control, you can come to me. Also if you ever get picked up, demand a lawyer and stop talking."

"Thanks, Sharon. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Did you ever do drugs?"

Sharon was not expecting that answer, but she decided to be honest. "I was a freshman in college. I met this group of sophomores. They took me back to their sweet and I tried smoking marijuana with them. I thought it was awful. It was harsh. I coughed a lot. I got confused, and I couldn't stop eating."

Rusty laughed. "Do you think it should be illegal?"

Sharon shook her head. "I don't even know anymore. Do I think there are better ways to spend my time? Absolutely, but I could say the same thing about alcohol or cigarettes too."

Rusty had more questions about Quinn. "What's going to happen to her now?"

"Her mother came for her, and it might be better if she stayed with her for a while. She's pretty shaken up about her father, and the aftermath of all of this."

Wednesday

Andrea and Flynn took a shower together. If they had more time, then they would fuck, but Andrea had yet another meeting. He grabbed her and kissed her before they got dressed. They quickly toasted bagels, added some cream cheese and headed out the door. They carpooled to save on gas.

Flynn got to work, and Taylor was in the office. He was not liking the media attention, but there wasn't much else to do. Provenza was reading his paper. Sykes was working on paperwork. Sanchez was helping with the gang task force, and Tao was tagging along with SID for the morning. Sharon was chatting with an irritating principal.

She was trying to explain the allegations without getting into the underlying drinking. The last thing she needed was for victims or potential victims to be afraid to talk to the police because someone might get in trouble for teen drinking. She explained that a girl got sick, and a boy and a girl helped care for her as there were no adults home. She left it at that.

The principal kept prying and Raydor finally said because they were minors, she had to consider their privacy interests, and if he needed anything more, she was sure Chief Taylor would be able to determine which information was appropriate for release. She dodged a bullet and then came out and saw him in the murder room. Crap!

Eliza's Loft

Eliza took her little blocks of clay and made miniture models of Gabriel. She liked to practice small, study the work from all angles and then make her big final project.

It was hard to concentrate, even the memories of David distracted her. She closed her eyes and imagined the feeling of his touch. Her hands worked without her eyes and she started to shape the clay. After about 10 minutes, she opened her eyes. She liked what she had. Her hands were able to draw in her memories and make a model.

She took the model and started shifting body positions, angles, strudied it in different lighting. She took notes. She was taking her time, nice and slow. This project was going to be perfect.

Prosecutors' Office

She met with the DA alone about the Stroh case.

"What do you think? Do you think Brenda can take the stand again?"

"She's a strong girl. She can face him, but I don't think she should have to. He broke into her house, tried to kill her, stabbed a boy in front of her, and now, we need her to take the stand again. What happened to being lawyers? What happened to defending our cases on appeal and winning?"

"The Mayor decided to be a cheap fuck!"

"Well, if this case isn't important enough to fight for, I don't know what is."

"I don't either."

Brenda' Apartment

Brenda was running late for work, again. She overslept. Fritz tried to wake her, but she rolled over and went back to sleep. She was just getting her pants on when the doorbell rang. She opened it. "How can I help you?"