A/N: I know this chapter is a little shorter than usual, but ... well, you'll see.

What the hell was going on? It was the million-dollar question in Deakins' mind as he walked into the courtroom, trying to find his two errant detectives.

"All rise," the bailiff said as the judge entered the courtroom. Deakins spotted Goren and Eames sitting in the front row of the nearly deserted room in family court. What they were doing there, not answering their cell phones, was what he was determined to find out.

The judge sat before calling the two parties to attention, "Mr. Boufe, I can understand your reluctance to let your ex-wife hold custody of your son, but I can also understand, Ms. Carson, your desire to be a part of your son's life. Every child needs a loving father and mother. Mr. Boufe, what I can not understand is your reluctance to let your ex-wife play even a small part in the upbringing of your son."

He sighed, shifting in his seat, "It is therefore my decision, and the decision of the state of New York that custody of Jeremy Sean Carson-Boufe will be split equally between his two parents; with the specifics to be drawn up by the two custodians at a later time. Next case," he banged the gavel and soon Wilma was grinning and hugging her lawyer and her brother with relief.

"Thank you so much, John," Wilma said, her eyes falling on the gray haired man approaching them with curiosity. "Bobby? Isn't that your captain?"

Bobby and Alex glanced back at the approaching form, Bobby's hand immediately moving the check his cell phone. When he found it off, he smiled sheepishly at his captain, "Sorry, Captain Deakins, I must have turned it off when we got in."

Deakins shook his head at the pair as the group walked from the courtroom and into the corridor, "Yeah, well it's a good thing Harrison is in court today and he saw you two. Otherwise you might actually be in trouble."

"The great and mighty Goren in trouble for something he did?" sneered a voice from behind the group, "Shocking."

Wilma tensed at her ex-husband's words before turning to face him, "Is that what this is about, Steven? The fact that I'm related to a man you can't stand? Didn't you ever even stop to consider the fact that Bobby is Jeremy's uncle? Are you really that petty to try to keep me from my son because Bobby put some of your clients in prison?"

Steven shook his head, "This isn't about Goren, Wilma. This is about you working too much and not caring enough about what happens to Jeremy."

Her eyes turned dark and cold. She opened her mouth to speak, only to close it again in an effort not to let her anger get away from her. However, Alex had no such problems speaking, "You're an ass, you know that, councilor? Class A – ass. The only reason you don't want Wilma around Jeremy is because you can't stand to think that she's a better parent than you are."

Wilma's calming hand on Alex's shoulder was all that stopped the small, fiery woman from continuing her tirade. She turned to her ex and his attorney and said with an impassive face, "I'm off work on Thursday and Friday next week. Find a time on one of those days to figure out the specifics of the custody agreement and call me."

Steven recognized the dismissing tone in her voice, but couldn't stand to leave without one final comment, "I guess I should be thankful that it's a father you two share, and not his mother." Without another word Steven and his friend turned and walked out of the court building.

Deakins could barely contain his fury at the words spoken by the defense attorney about his detective, and when he finally turned his attention back to the three by his side (John had left to get across town for another meeting he had) he found Bobby and Wilma alternately reciting something that sounded rather odd.

"Ununbium."

"Unununium."

"Ununium."

"Meitnerium."

"Hassium."

"Bohrium."

"Seaborgium."

"What is that?" Deakins asked the pair as he watched them toss the words back and forth like pros.

"The Periodic Table of Elements backwards," Alex explained, "They're working on memorizing it like that as an anger management tool."

"Oh," Deakins replied, turning his attention to Bobby and Wilma, "Is it working?"

Bobby shrugged, "I guess so. Steven's still alive."

"And I haven't castrated him with a rusty spoon yet," Wilma added with a smirk. She held out her hand to Deakins, "I'm Wilma Carson, Bobby's sister."

Deakins nodded once, the puzzle pieces clicking together in his mind, "And Steven Boufe is your ex-husband?"

Wilma nodded, "Unfortunately. But I got my son out of it. He's seven years old son - that's what this was all about, Captain Deakins."

"Custody hearing," he nodded in understanding. "Sorry to have to tear your brother away from you right now, but –" he turned his attention to his two detectives, "They found a body by the Bronx River. You two are on."

Wilma's phone rang before she could do anything in acknowledgement other than nod. "Carson?"

"Will? It's Fin. Listen, I need your help with a case."

"What's wrong?" Wilma asked, sending a small smile to her brother and his partner before turning to head out to her car. "I just got done with the custody hearing."

"How'd that go?"

"Joint custody, just like we wanted. Now, what do you need?"

"When you were a kid, you said your mom used a specific perfume when she had fancy dates – the one that lady was wearing next to us in the restaurant on Friday that smells like gardenias and jasmine?"

"Bandit by Robert Piquet. Why?"

"Do you know, by any chance, when that was released?"

Wilma furrowed her brow, "1944. Fin, what's this about?"

"An old man with a fetish for young girls, cashmere and that perfume."

"Oh," Wilma said. "See you tonight, right?"

"Six o'clock if I can make it. Call me later to make sure."

"Sure. Bye."

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Bobby and Alex arrived at Wilma's apartment a few days later, after arresting Jay Lippman for murder. "So," he started as they waited for someone to open the door, "Do you still have that skirt?"

Alex rolled her eyes, mumbling, "Maybe."

"Can I see you in it?" Bobby asked. When Alex raised her eyebrows at him, he realized just how that sounded and blushed deep red, "I – I didn't –"

"Bobby, quit apologizing for things we all know you meant completely," Wilma said as she opened the door wider for the pair to come inside.

Fin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the shade of red the big detective had turned. "Will, stop tormenting your brother and come tell me if this is done."

Wilma rolled her eyes, "Is the inside of the chicken white?"

"You tell me. It looks … yeah, okay, it's white."

"Then it's done. Did you guys want something to drink?" Wilma asked as she ushered the pair into the dining room, where Fin was putting the chicken cacciatore in the middle of the table.

Alex nodded as Wilma asked, "I have strawberry margaritas made up." When Alex nodded again, empathetically, Wilma smirked and went to go get the requested alcohol. "What about you, Bobby? Scotch on the rocks or Guinness?"

"Guinness," Bobby responded, hanging up Alex's jacket on the coat rack before hanging up his own.

"So? What'd you guys want to talk to us about?" Alex asked as the four of them sat down around Wilma's antique cherry wood table.

Wilma and Fin exchanged a look before he said, "We're getting married."

A/N: I REALLY hope I got those elements right. I think I did (considering I have a periodic table on my wall) but I may have misspelled them. Please review and tell me what you think.