"My name is Marcus Ginn. I am here to meet my father." Brenda was hoping Bobby didn't have a secret love child. He didn't look like Bobby at all. If anything he looked like ….

"Please come in."

"Can my grandparents come too?"

"Of course."

He walked inside and motioned two people down below. They walked up, slowly making their way to the open door.

"How did you end up here?"

"My grandfather had my DNA tested. He said they found a familial match in Michigan. We got her information, and she said she had a brother."

"Was her name Liz Howard?"

"Yes. It was. Is my father here?"

"He's at work right now. I'll give him a call."

Henry and Molly made it to the door. "Henry Ginn, sorry for the intrusion."

"Molly Ginn."

Brenda welcomed them both inside.

She called her husband. He was in a meeting, so his partner answered.

"I need you to get him."

"He's in a meeting."

"I heard you the first time. I need him."

"Can I take a message?"

"Sure. The message is I need him to step out of the meeting and pick up the phone."

"Cute, but he's currently …."

"He is currently my husband and I want to talk to him, directly, about matters that are none of your business."

"He won't be free until..."

"I will drive down there if I have to, and I WILL make a scene."

"Fine. I will get him, but …."

Fritz was currently at a meeting with the deputy director of the DEA. His partner motioned him to come outside. "Excuse me a minute."

"It's your wife. She insists on talking to you now. I tried to tell her you were busy, but she threatened..."

Fritz took the phone. "Brenda. I am currently in a meeting with..."

"I know you are at a meeting. I wouldn't have called you out of it if this wasn't more important."

Fritz sighed. "What is it?"

"Your son is here and he would like to meet you."

"I don't have a son, Brenda."

"Well, according to your DNA you do."

"What!"

"I'm looking at a DNA test that says Liz is his aunt, so unless you have a secret brother..."

Fritz almost passed out. He couldn't believe he had a child. "I'll be home right away."

Fritz grabbed his briefcase and went home.

"What should I tell the director?"

"I don't know. Cover for me." Fritz took off.

He never drove so fast. He wanted a son for so long and to think he had one all along. He should have asked Brenda questions. What was his name? How old was he? Where has he been?

He ran up the stairs and bust through the door. He stopped when he saw a boy with dark, straight hair and brown eyes. The family resemblance was strong.

"I'm Fritz," he said.

"Marcus." Marcus didn't know what he thought his father would look like. He was surprised that he looked so much like him. They stared at each other for a while, both frozen in time. Marcus had been waiting for this moment his whole life. Fritz never saw it coming. Joel came out and found Marcus. He jumped on his lamp and Marcus began to rub his back.

Brenda wanted to give them some space. She started talking to Henry and Molly. "Where did you all hail from?"

"Chicago. Marcus grew up there, in the house we've had for over 40 years now. Henry showed her a picture.

"This is gorgeous."

"You should see the garden. Molly designed it and planted it."

They showed her photos. Brenda was in awe.

Fritz finally spoke. "I don't know what to say. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Where have you been my whole life?"

The room went quiet. "That depends. How old are you?"

"I'll be 12 in January."

Fritz started counting backwards, April of 2001 is when he was made.. Meghan Gunn is his mother. I moved to LA in 2002 and I've been here ever since. I didn't know I had a son."

"My mom didn't tell you."

"I came home one day and she was gone. She took her stuff and my stuff and that was the last I saw of her. I probably shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay. I don't know her, either. So what do you do all day."

"I work for the FBI."

"Do you have a badge?" Fritz showed him.

"Cool! Do you have a gun?"

"Marcus!" His grandmother didn't want him playing with any guns.

Fritz discretely showed him his holster.

"Very cool," Marcus whispered.

Fritz and Marcus began to talk about football. Marcus was a Colts fan. Fritz was a Giants fan. Marcus is a quarterback. Fritz was a tight end at Georgetown. "Wanna throw around the pigskin."

"I keep one in my backpack."

They went outside.

Henry smiled, glad to see them getting along.

Michigan

Liz was hoping everything was working out with Marcus. She thought about calling Fritzi and telling him he had progeny, but she thought the moment should be shared face to face.

She texted Brenda. "Are they there?"

Major Crimes

Quinn's father was threatening a civil lawsuit against the school, the city, everyone. Taylor was ready to pull out his hair. Quinn's mother came to the office. "Can I talk to you?"

"Of course," Sharon told her, bringing her to her office.

"I want to thank you for being so nice to Quinn. She really appreciated having someone who could actually let her talk."

"Of course. How's she doing?"

"She's doing better. I went to see the judge about her coming to live with me. She needs to get away, and she could go to a different school. She doesn't want to go back."

"Have the students been giving her a hard time?"

"Jeremy hasn't done anything, but Phil has been nasty, not to her face, but he's been running his mouth, blaming her for the whole incident. She would rather go to school without the distractions."

"I hope this all works out for both of you. It must be hard. Quinn's father has such a temper, and teenagers can be so cruel."

"I couldn't stay with him. I didn't want to leave him with Quinn, but I couldn't afford as good a lawyer. I had to get visitation"

"If you need to go back to court," Sharon handed her a card. "She's a great family law lawyer. She can protect Quinn's interest, and she takes cases pro Bono."

Thank You so much!"

Flynn called his daughters on Skype. He hid in an empty room, so no one would see him.

"Hey Dad."

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I am at work. I just wanted to tell you two that I love you very much."

"What happened at work?"

"What!"

"You never get this sappy unless something happened at work. Did a young girl get killed again?"

"No one got killed. We had a case with a teenage girl, and her father has the worst temper I have ever seen. He yells and screams all day and keeps going to the press, when she wants this whole thing to die down. My first thought was to punch him."

"Classic Dad."

"My second thought was how horrifying it must be to live with someone with such a short fuse, and if I ever made you feel that way..."

"Dad! Rehashing the past is useless. We grew up all right. We're not scared of you. How we felt in the past is irrelevant."

"But I..."

"You can't undrink those bottles, Dad. But you can be here for us now."

"Okay. I can do that."

Brenda and Fritz apartment.

Marcus had a great spiral. He was accurate and stood tall in the pocket. Fritz felt bittersweet. He was proud that his son was skilled, but he felt like he messed up. He should have known. He should have been there to teach his son how to throw a football.

"How come you came now?" Brenda asked Henry.

"What do you mean? We didn't know who his father was earlier."

"But did you look?"

"No," Henry admitted.

"Our daughter was a hot mess," Molly explained. "We didn't know who the father was or if she knew or what. We took him in and loved him as our own. We messed up Meghan. We couldn't mess up Marcus."

"But why did you look now? You didn't look for 11 years. What am I missing?"

Molly got tense. Henry started. "We're getting old and sick, and we don't know how much longer we can raise Marcus."

"You want him to come here."

Henry nodded. Molly weeped.

"We would love to have him. Fritz always wanted children."

Henry felt a pang of guilt. Fritz had a son, all this time, and no one ever bothered to find him and let him know.