Travis ate pizza with his teammates. His dad was usually not a fan of all these kids, but he wanted to make an appearance. It was important for him to be seen as a part of the community, now that he was the Chief.

"What do you know about Marcus?" he asked Travis.

"He's from Chicago. He used to live with his grandparents. They got old, so they sent him to live with his dad. That's about all I know. He's in the other class."

"He never met his dad before?"

"I don't think so."

Will thought the whole thing was odd. Fritz had a way of not telling Brenda things. He wondered if Fritz knew about Marcus and just didn't say anything.

The boys were still jabbering about the game. "Marcus was a beast," one boy went. "He rendered no. 45 useless."

"He took that ball right from him," another boy added. "I don't think I ever saw a kid run that fast."

"I wish he had come here earlier. Maybe we would have won more games."

"Do you think he'll start next year?" another kid continued.

Brian rolled his eyes. He was sick of Marcus. The kid just shows up out of no where and tries to take over everything.

"Maybe you should learn a new position," Jack teased him.

"Maybe I'll learn yours."

Jack stopped with the jokes.

"I heard he plays baseball too."

The kids kept talking about sports. It was their favorite, and they liked winning. It was a good feeling albeit a rare one for them this year.

Eliza and David came in for pizza. "I'm starved," she told him.

"Detective," Chief Pope called him.

"I'll be right back. Feel free to order whatever you want."

"Yes Chief Pope."

"You can call me Will here."

David was surprised and a little suspicious.

"How's the prosecutors' office treating you these days?"

"Great. We closed another case earlier this week."

"Good to hear. Your team's running smoothly?."

Eliza ordered a pie with pepperoni, capers, goat cheese and mushrooms. She also ordered a beer, and she got a soda for Gabriel.

She looked over. She had heard about Chief Pope, not the greatest things.

"Yes. Chief Johnson's done a great job." He didn't know where he was driving at.

"So I take it things are fine between her and Fritz."

"Why wouldn't they be?" Here it comes. He must have gotten dumped again.

"It must be a little odd, having a son all of the sudden."

"I think he's fitting in well. She doesn't shut up about him." Neither did these kids.

"That's good." Pope wasn't going to get anywhere right now.

"David," Eliza came to rescue her man. "The pizza should be out soon."

"Chief Pope, this is Eliza Hendricks." He introduced them, to his chagrin.

"I've heard that name before."

"She has an exhibit opening next week at the Geffen."

"That's great. I take it there will be an opening party."

"Yes on Friday. Maybe we'll see you there."

"Maybe." They left to eat.

"Why did you invite him?" David asked.

"I didn't. I said maybe I'd see him there. Is there a problem?"

"I think he has designs on the Chief again. He was asking about her marriage."

"Well, he better not try anything at my party because I'll toss him out myself."

"I'd love to see that." The pizza was delicious, fresh, crispy, chewy and awesome.

The boys all went home. Will drove Travis. He normally would be with Estelle on the weekend, but she went to Vail to ski. She and her boyfriend went alone.

"What do you think of Marcus?"

"He's alright. He's a good player. He doesn't talk too much."

"It must have been hard, not knowing his father for so long."

"He seems alright about it. He says his grandparents are totally awesome."

Will changed the subject. He wanted to know more.

BFM (Brenda, Fritz and Marcus)

They got home. Joel was meowing. Marcus scooped him up. The three all were ready to have food babies. Fritz fell on the couch. Brenda curled up next to him. Marcus and Joel were on the loveseat.

"Movie?" Fritz asked.

They put on the Thin Man.

"This is in black and white," Marcus noted.

"It's about a murder," Fritz told him.

Marcus started to pay attention.

"See if you can figure out who did it," Brenda challenged him. She closed her eyes, ready to nap.

Marcus watched intently. Everyone was a suspect, well except Nick and Nora.

Brenda dozed off. Fritz tried to stay up but he fell asleep too. Marcus stayed up till the end. The killer surprised him. He turned off the tv and went to bed.

Brenda woke up. She roused Fritzi. "Let's go to bed." He followed her upstairs and locked the door. They collapsed on the bed and began to kiss. They wrestled and rolled as the clothes came off. They both wanted it, but were both still a little drowsy. Brenda kissed him softly. "Let's go nice and slow," she whispered into his ear. He nodded and slipped his arms around her. He took her in the missionary position. She kissed his face and nuzzled his ear as he slowly went into her.

Her moans were soft and throaty. He held her and grunted as they got to work. She closed her eyes. It felt really nice having him on top of her. She started to nibble on his ear. She smelled really good. Fritz started to neck her. She moaned in his ear.

Eventually, he lost it. He collapsed onto her. She held him close. He felt bad that she didn't cum. She curled up into him. "Let's go to sleep."

"But you didn't …."

"It was good for me too." She went to sleep. He nestled against her, and they spooned.

Mikki's Apartment

Katie wanted to fuck. Mikki passed out on the couch. She had a rough week, and the food made her nice and drowsy. Katie realized she was on her own tonight. She went int the bed and took out her vibrator. It was quite a sight, too bad Mikki was missing it. Katie's legs were spread wide. Her blonde curls flowed as her body rocked back and forth.

"FUCK!" she yelled as an orgasm violently overtook her. She collapsed in the bed. She wished Mikki were awake to drill her. She took a dildo and began to fuck herself.

Mikki was sound asleep, missing her girlfriend's one-woman show. She started snoring.

Flynn's House

He and Andrea were canoodling. One of the virtues of being a vegetarian was that Flynn didn't overeat a bunch of meat. He was wide awake. Andrea had some brisket. It was delicious, but she got full fast, so she was awake too.

"Do you know if Bobby and Brenda are related?" He asked her.

"He's her brother. Tell me this isn't your idea of dirty talk."

"No! It just seems odd to me."

"That they're related?"

"That Sharon is living with Brenda's brother."

"Why is that odd?"

"They used to hate each other. You should have seen it. It was like WW2 every time FID got too close to a crime scene."

"They like each other now."

"I guess, but I never saw Sharon settling down with a southerner, especially not a former football player who chugs a beer a minute like he's 22."

"That part is pretty funny. Brenda says he likes to crush beer cans on his head."

"Now, I want to see Sharon's reaction to that." They laughed. "Can you imagine them all together at Christmas dinner? I must go first. No Me!"

"Oh! Stop. I'm sure they'll be just fine."

"What about our Christmas? Will I survive?"

"It depends. My father will probably grill you, but you're a tough man, I think."

"Oh! I love your confidence."

"You'll be just fine. My sister has already been bragging about you."

"What did she say? Flynn is a great guy. He banged my sister in the closet on my yacht."

"Oh hush. She doesn't know about that."

"Good! I'd rather that not be your father's first impression of me."