Fritz's partner arrived at his apartment and was surprised to see Fritz with a 11 year old boy.

"Jed, this is my son, Marcus."

"Marcus, this is Jed. We work together."

Marcus said hello and kept playing.

"Cookies," Brenda yelled from the top of the stairs. She used her mother's recipe and tried to measure everything just right. Marcus took his football and sprinted up the stairs.

"Since when do you have a son?"

"I just found out about him today. My ex never told me she was pregnant."

"He's why you up and left work, no explanation."

"Yes. He's been waiting to meet me his whole life. I owed him today, at the very least."

Jed sighed and called his boss. "Fritz can't come back today."

"See you tomorrow, Howard." Jed was gone.

Marcus washed his hands and poured himself a glass of milk. He went right for the cookies, chocolate chip with macadamia nuts. "Yummy," he yelled as he bit into a cookie.

"Indoor voice, Marcus." his grandmother reminded him.

He washed down each bite with some milk. He was in kid heaven.

Henry helped himself to some cookies as well. He loved sweets.

Brenda was glad they came out well. She wished her mother had gotten to meet Marcus. Brenda's phone rang. "David, what is it?"

"Are you coming to work, Chief?"

"Not today, something came up."

"Are you alright? Should I come over there?"

"I'm fine Gabriel. We just had a surprise today. I'll be there tomorrow."

Prosecutor's office

Gabriel shrugged. "She's not coming today. Something came up."

"What does that mean?" Jackie didn't get it.

"What came up? The second coming. Since when does Chief just play hookey?" Tommy was baffled.

"It's not like her at all," Gabriel concurred.

Major Crimes

Hobbes was reluctant to offer a deal. She was still a little raw about the Baylor case, and she didn't want this guy to pull a fast one on them, especially when everything he had said, so far, has been a total lie. Taylor also didn't want any crappy deals, but he didn't want whomever hired the shooter to try again. He wanted to protect Jeremy.

Sharon and Andrea went to interview Hans. "Before we start," Sharon began, "let me make myself clear. We all know what happened this morning. Your client showed up with a rifle and attempted to shoot a student. He got tackled by another student, which is when he sustained those injuries to his face. He got tied up by the gym teacher, which is how he got those marks on his wrists and ankles and he was arrested and promptly brought to a room, where he smashed his own shoulder into the wall repeatedly, so he could damage it and try and get some money out of it."

"I did no such..." Hans started. His lawyer told him to shut up.

"We have the video of his ramming his own shoulder and a doctor's report saying his injuries stemmed from the ramming and not by being cuffed by the police."

The lawyer sighed. "I reported what my client told me. I have a responsibility to take his side."

"And we have a responsibility to find the truth. We know your client is indigent but he has a nice motorcycle that he bought shortly before the shooting."

"What are you insinuating that Hans was hired to do what you allege he did?"

"We both know that. Our only question is will your client help himself by cooperating."

"I want immunity."

Andrea became tense. "You tried to murder a teenager, we have enough evidence to bury you easily. and you have lied about everything you said today. Even if we wanted a deal, how could we credit your testimony?"

Taylor shook his head. This was not going to be a good day.

"If our client gave you the name of the man who hired him, what would you be willing to offer him?"

Andrea said, "We would be willing to offer him 15 years, on the condition that he cooperates fully and answers all of our questions completely and to the best of his knowledge. Any attempt to misdirect us or any lies would forfeit the deal."

"15 years. He's better off at trial." The lawyer didn't like this.

"He's facing multiple life sentences: attempted murder, over 25 counts of false imprisonment, bringing a rifle into a high school, aggravated assault. He almost killed a janitor this morning. 15 years is very generous."

He spoke to his client. "We'll take it."

Andrea had the paperwork drafted. Hans signed it. He named Quinn's father as the man who hired him.

He said the man paid him in cash. Andrea was still skeptical about his confession. So was Sharon.

They did a little experiment. They brought Billy's father in a lineup, and asked Hans to pick him out. Hans picked the wrong suspect, an ice cream maker. Sharon and Andrea knew they had Hans, but they didn't tell him that yet.

Tao checked Quinn's father's finances. No indication that 5k just disappeared recently. He seemed to work paycheck to paycheck. He got child support from his ex-wife, but she didn't make all that much. "Where could he have come up with 5k?"

"He didn't," was Andrea's answer. "Quinn's father is an easy target. Everyone knows he hates Jeremy and anyone who wanted to kill Jeremy could pay the shooter to lie, and say it was Quinn's father who paid him. He didn't even recognize Quinn's father in a line up."

"Who else wants the boy dead?"

"Let's find out," Sharon responded.

They went through everything. The boy's school records, his friends parents, the school administrators. No one knew why someone would try and kill him. They released Quinn's father and put a uniform outside his house, just in case. They also kept a uniform outside Jeremy's house, and told his family it was for their protection.

After a long day, the team went home.

Brenda and Fritz

They all went out for dinner. They found a great burger place, and Marcus loved it. Brenda and Fritz gave Henry and Molly a list of sites to take Marcus to see. He was staying in the hotel with them. After dinner, Marcus gave a big hug to his father, step-mother, and step-uncle and went with his grandparents.

When they got home, Brenda and Fritz started to talk.

"I can't believe I have had a son all this time." Fritz was still amazed at today.

"I know. We should talk about Marcus."

"You like him, don't you?" Fritz was getting nervous.

"Of course. I adore him. How could you even ask me that?"

"What did you want to talk about?"

"His grandparents told me that the reason they looked you up now is that they're getting older and don't think they can take care of him anymore. They want him to come live with us."

Of course Fritz wanted his son to live with him. He was 11 years behind and had a lot of fathering to make up. "What did you tell them?"

"That we would love to have him, but we can't have him here. This place is too small for all of us."

"We need a house," Fritz agreed. "And where is Bobby going. Is he going to move in with Sharon?"

"I haven't asked him yet. They're glued at the unhip."

"Let's look at houses tomorrow, preferably ones to rent. Then, we could find something quicker than having to close on a house."

Brenda agreed to start looking in the morning.