Disneyland

Marcus loved New Orleans Square. The Haunted Mansion was great. Molly was a little spooked, and Henry found it hilarious. He teased her for the rest of the day.

Molly got Marcus to take pictures with Goofy and Mickey. Marcus thought it was rather silly, but he knew his grandmother loved pictures. She was a little shutterbug.

They started to head back to LA for dinner

Major Crimes

The team headed home for the day. Their nightmare of a case was closed, and there wasn't much to be done before tomorrow.

Sharon drove home to an awaiting Rusty and Kyle. "What happened to the case?"

She just then remembered that Kyle was the one who stopped this disaster from being a murder. "The shooter, and the man who hired him are both behind bars. Sharon recounted the sordid story of a hateful man who blamed his son for his wife's death and conspired to kill him for the insurance money. Kyle was stunned. Rusty's face fell. He knew how it felt to have a father that hates you and to be alone against the world. He headed to his room.

Sharon opened a bottle of wine. This was going to be a long night. Kyle wondered into Rusty's room. "Russ, what is it?"

Rusty stayed silent, lying on his bed, looking at his floor.

"It's your dad, isn't it?" Kyle didn't quite know Rusty's story, but he knew it was a dark one. He never talked about his parents or about much of anything before he came to live with Sharon. Kyle lied down next to him, resting his head on his shoulders.

Bobby's work

A guy from his work had 4 tickets to a Chargers game and couldn't make it. Bobby bought them readily. He brought them home.

Brenda and Fritz were in the living room talking. "It is a nice house," Fritz commented as he browsed through the pictures. "And there's pool access."

"What is it, boo?"

"I don't know if renting from friends is a good idea. What if she's a bad landlord? What if we're bad tenants? She might want to move back in. We might want to move out."

Brenda agreed. This could be messy. "Maybe, you're right."

Fritz looked at the pictures again. "The house comes furnished."

"I know."

"We already have furniture."

"But Bobby doesn't."

"What are you thinking?"

"He could rent our furniture or we could bring our furniture to the house, and he could rent Andrea's."

"Where is Bobby planning on living?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think he could afford this place?"

"I hadn't thought about that."

Bobby arrived. "Guess what I have?"

"A winning lottery ticket," Brenda could hope, right.

"A divorce decree," tried Fritz.

"I wish I had either of those two things. I have four tickets to the Chargers' game, this Sunday.

"Woohoo!" Fritz yelled. They both stared at him. "I'm going, right."

"Of course, dude. Who else should we bring?"

Brenda spoke, "Why don't you bring Marcus? This would be a great bonding experience."

"That's a great idea."

"We need one more."

"I bet his grandfather would like to go."

"What about Molly?"

"I think she could use a break."

"Let's ask them at dinner."

The phone rang. It was Marcus. "We're on our way. Grandpa had to take a detour because there was an accident on the freeway."

"See you soon."

"Bye, Dad."

"We should get cooking," Bobby said.

Brenda got up, and they headed for the kitchen. Bobby preheated the oven. They started pulling out ingredients: garlic, onion, tomatoes, herbs, carrots, sausage, ground beef, cubed prosciutto, salad and olive oil. Brenda crushed the garlic and chopped the onion. Bobby took some garlic and onion and put it in a bowl. He cut open the sausage, adding the filling, and then added the beef, prosciutto and salt and pepper to finish it off. He mixed it all together and rolled out meatballs, put them on a baking sheet and put them in the oven.

Brenda crushed more garlic and chopped some herbs and grated some cheese. She mixed it in with olive oil. She took a baguette, sliced it long ways and poured the garlic mixture on each half loaf. She set it all in the back and went on to make the sauce. She chopped the carrots and sauteed them in olive oil. She poured some of the oil out and added onions and garlic. She turned the heat down to low and added tomatoes and the herbs. Bobby handed her an opened bottle of red wine from the fridge. Brenda added some to the pot and put a lid on it. Bobby took out a ball of pasta dough he had already made and ran it through his machine. He got long, thin sheets and then he sliced them. Bobby got a big pot of salt water ready to boil.

Brenda smelled the wine reducing nicely and added some tomato paste. She stirred the mixture until it was smooth and left it to keep cooking. She could smell the meatballs. They were almost ready and they smelled awesome.

Fritz set the table and tidied up the living room.

Bobby boiled the spaghetti in in batches and ran each one through cold water to stop them from overcooking. Brenda tasted the sauce. "It's a little acidic," she said. Bobby took a taste.

He added some salt and a little sugar. "Let it cook a little more." He took the meatballs out of the oven and put them on paper towels to help absorb some of the grease. Brenda put the bread in the oven.

The doorbell rang. Fritz answered it and got a hug from a leaping Marcus. "Dad!"

"Hey son, how was Disneyland."

"It was the best."

The trio came inside.

"Dinner smells marvelous," Henry said. "I could eat a horse."

"You'll have to settle for spaghetti," Brenda answered.

"And meatballs," added Bobby.

Molly went to put down her bag and wash her hands.

Brenda tried the sauce again. It was much better. She stirred it again.

Marcus started telling everyone about their day. A man got arrested for purse-snatching. The woman who's purse he stole started slapping him and had to be pulled away. A group of kids ran out of the haunted house screaming and one got so scared, he ran straight into a pole and fell down.

"That sounds like quite the day," Brenda answered as she tossed the pasta in olive oil, salt and pepper. Bobby took the bread out of the oven. "Dinner time."

"Wash your hands," Molly told her boys. They got straight to it.

Henry loved his food. It wasn't long before it was all gone.

"We have plenty," Bobby told him. "Help yourself."

"You won't with that invitation," went Molly. Henry looked at her and got more food.

Marcus loves parmesan cheese. He spooned a big pile of it onto his pasta. "Did you catch any bad guys today, Dad?"

"Not today, but last month, we caught a drug trafficker trying to bring a truckload of cocaine into the border."

"A big truck?"

"A huge one."

"Awesome. Did they have guns?"

"They did, but we caught them by surprise. They were surrounded."

"Sweet!"

Molly was nervous about all the gun talk at the table. Fritz had a dangerous job.

"So Brenda," Henry started. "How was your day at work?"

"It was pretty normal. I advise teams that are investigating crimes and help the DA's figure out what to do next. We're debating on what to do with a robber."

"Why not just put him in jail?" asked Marcus.

"It's an odd case. He didn't actually want the money or steal anything that was valuable. He hated his house and wanted to move. He thought if there were neighborhood break-ins, his wife would get scared, and she'd want to move."

"He broke in and stole, so he could move?" Fritz found that rather odd.

"He mostly stole knick-knacks and moved a bunch of stuff around. The debate is whether we should just let him plead to criminal mischief and pay restitution and go on probation or actually go to trial."

"What do you think?" Henry asked her.

"It's a tough one. I don't want to show the world, hey rich thieves get a slap on the wrist and the poor ones go to jail. I also don't want to burden the city with the cost of a trial for someone who's unlikely to offend again, and I don't think society gains all that much by seeking a stiff jail sentence. He was unarmed, didn't hurt anyone, and really just sounds like a fool. Also, if it goes to trial, then we're diverting our resources from a more important case."

"Do you want to send a guy to jail just to make a 'we're tough on crime statement'?

"No. I don't."

Bobby sought a topic change. "Guess who has tickets to the Chargers game?"

"In San Diego?" Henry was beaming.

"Yes. Do you and Marcus want to come?"

"Yes!" Marcus yelled.

"Indoor voice," Molly reminded him.

Henry was all smiles.

"We're going to have to leave here early, so we can get through the traffic." Fritz started. "The game starts at 3PM."

Molly was glad to have an afternoon to rest.

The boys all started chatting about the game, about who their favorite players on the team were, about if they thought the Bills could win an upset. Brenda and Molly cleared the table.

Flynn's House

He had a rough day at work. He hated the way that Jeremy found out about his father. He hoped he did the right thing. He sat on the couch staring at the wall.

Andrea sat down next to him and rested her head on his chest. "Do you want to talk?"

He shook his head.

"Do you want me to sit with you?"

He nodded and scooped her into his arms.

Andrea turned on some slow jazz. They closed their eyes. The moment was bittersweet.

Sharon's House

Rusty eventually came out for dinner. He wasn't too hungry, but Kyle wanted him to eat something. Sharon had made dinner, but she couldn't even bring herself to eat it. "How could a father do something like that?" Rusty just didn't get it at all. He didn't even think his father would hire a hitman to get him.

"He was no father. He was an angry, bitter, greedy, selfish excuse for a man, who wanted nothing but revenge for the people he felt had wronged him." Sharon looked into Rusty's eyes. She saw sorrow.

Kyle continued. "Some people are good. Others are bad, but everyone wants to be seen favorably by others, regardless of what they really are. In his little mind, he convinced himself that everyone else was the bad guy to justify his own wickedness. You can't understand people like that Rusty. You're cut from a different cloth."

Rusty grabbed a bowl of chicken and rice and slowly ate.

"This case was hard for all of us," said Sharon. "No kid deserves this."

"What's going to happen to him now?"

"His cousin and his cousin's father took him with them for the night. He might move in with them. His grandfather might take him. Hopefully, he can stay with his family."

"I don't like that some people are so rotten."

"Some people are good too." Kyle said, rubbing his back.

"Kyle's one of them," Sharon added.

"So are you," Rusty told her as he leaned on Kyle.

Quinn's father's house

He sat at home with a beer and realized how ridiculous he had behaved. His daughter was with her mother. Her life was upended. Jeremy's life was in shambles and what did he have to show for it. He couldn't live like this anymore. Everything he touched fell apart. His wife was long gone. His daughter was gone. He resolved to go see someone about anger management in the morning. For now though, he drank and watched Thursday night football.

Eliza's Loft

Gabriel posed for a sculpture. She had him holding a discus, like an olympian. He didn't know what he was doing, but Eliza positioned him the way she wanted him. He was naked. The room was warm, so he wouldn't be chilly. Eliza etched a basic figure in the stone. She chiseled away as the figure morphed into David's likeness. It was time for a break.

She wrapped her arms around Gabriel and began to kiss him. He swept her into his arms and carried her down the stairs. He unbuttoned her shirt and began to kiss her chest. She moaned as his warm mouth found her nipple and began to tease it. Her hands found his hair, and she began to scratch his head. He started kissing her stomach, and he got her out of her jeans. He kissed her thighs and worked his way down to her feet. He began to suck on her toes and massage her foot. She leaned back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

He worked his way back up to her inner thigh. He tore her panties off and picked her up. Grabbing onto her hips, he held her upside down and began to devour her. The blood rushed to her head and to her clit at the same time as gravity and David's mouth had their way with her. Her brain got scrambled for a minute. She found his erection in her face and began to suck him.

He was very strong, holding her steady as desire overtook both of them. His hands groped her ass as his tongue plunged into her wetness. It didn't take long for her to orgasm as he ravished her. He licked her clean, and she continued to suck and stroke him. He began rimming her, the sensation completely distracting her. He slipped out of her mouth as she groaned loudly. He lowered her to the floor and began kissing her up her spine.

He positioned her on her hands and knees and went into the bedroom. He found a bottle of lube and rubbed his erection liberally. He teased her hole with his slick fingers and then pressed into her. He was slow but firm, and her teeth clenched as he found his way insider of her. He began to kiss her neck and and she slowly relaxed for him. His hands found her hips, and he began to thrust. Slow and easy at first, he started going faster and deeper as she relaxed. She groaned and screamed as he had his way with her, plunging into her as she cursed. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

He loved watching his cock disappear into her as he fucked her ass. He was going to lose it soon if he stayed at this pace. He slowed down, almost to a stop. He would slowly pull out and then quickly plunged into her, eliciting loud grunts. She was very tight. It was hard for David not to lose it. Slowly, he built up speed again, and he began to fuck her. It wasn't long before she started cumming on the floor. He lied down on the floor, pulling her on top of him and continuing to thrust. She rode him aggressively, meeting each thrust and soon, he shot his load deep inside of her.

She rolled off of him and lied down next to him. Her head found his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her body.