A/N: call this a building-block chapter if you will, as well as a brain shortage. Thanks for your kind reviews and I hope this chapter is up to your expectations. Besides, we haven't seen Candy or Angel around for a while.

Chapter 32

"Good grief!" Randi yelped.

Mac stuck his head back in the bedroom, where Randi stood staring at her closet. He checked his face over for any missed fuzz as he grinned at his girlfriend.

"Every thing okay?" he asked.

"Well, I was planning on doing a closet organization today and I knew my closet was bad, but I didn't realize it was that bad!" she said, clearly exasperated.

Mac grinned even wider. "Wish I could help you but-"

"Yeah, I know, I know. You've got to go to work and sort out everyone else's mess," she said. She glared at her closet, which was jam-packed with stuff. "Oh well, I'll just haul the girls over and, if I get desperate enough, I can always make use of Nyanya."

Mac just chuckled in amusement. He was getting ready for work and it was Randi's day off. Since that night he'd come over after a long shift and fallen asleep in her bed, he'd been spending a lot more time over at her place, to the point that she had offered to clean out a section of her closet for him. He'd teasingly asked if such a thing was possible and that had resulted in a massive tickle fight.

Since it was her day off, she'd opted to wear a crop top in bright pink and black under an old men's flannel pajama top in blue and black that she'd filched off of him, since he'd admitted it had seen better days. She was also wearing low-rise jeans with bright pink ribbon criss-cross lace-up on sides and ankle socks in bright blue, with her hair pulled back in a pony-tail and secured with a brightly-colored scrunchy.

"You going to be okay?" he asked.

"Oh, I always am but if you hear an explosion coming from the direction of this building-"

"I'll come running," he assured her.

A few hours later:

"Okay, here's the deal," Randi said. "What's in the closet is what I've decided to keep. What's on the bed is a case of if you like it, take it. What ever is left I'm going to let Nyanya have a crack at. And then, whatever is left over after that, is going to the nearest Salvation Army."

Angel and Candy looked at Randi and then looked at the pile of clothes on her bed.

"You're serious," Angel said.

"Very," Randi said.

"Why the trim-down, girl?" Candy asked.

"Mac's been spending a lot more time over here to the point that he's here more often than he is at his own apartment and I decided to try and make some room in my closet for him."

"You two are serious!" Angel yelped, grinning.

"Looking that way," Randi said, blushing.

"Girl, in all the time I've known you, I've never seen you this serious about a guy before," Angel said.

"Yeah, well, Mac's kind of easy to love. Sure, he can be stubborn, pig-headed, and meaner than a rottweiler when he's after a suspect he knows is guilty, but he can also be kind, gentle, very much the gentleman, and very romantic when he chooses to be. He's also got the patience of a saint," Randi admitted, flopping on to the bed.

"Let me guess; Fabio," Candy said, sitting down beside her.

Both ladies were dressed in casual clothing, colors and styles varying according to their individual tastes. Angel was wearing a black hoodie sweatshirt showing a picture from the movie Corpse Bride, red tartan bondage pants, black combat boots with red laces, black socks decorated with white cobwebs, and black armwarmers decorated with white spiders and cobwebs.

Candy had elected for a pair of sporty ankle boots in red and white, stud-decorated jeans, fuzzy white socks, a black t-shirt that said "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful; hate me because I'm a BITCH" and a large, fuzzy sweater wrap in soft pink.

"That's a large part of it. Plus, you know yourself, I can be a bit eccentric and Mac is a man of science," Randi said.

"True," Angel said, finding a spot on the floor and flopping down. She grinned as she heard Fabio bow-wowing down the hall, chasing after the Three Sweeties, who were yapping excitedly. "Sounds like the kiddies are having fun."

"As long as nothing gets broken, that's all that matters," Randi said. "Tell you girls what, I'm gonna go order some lunch so you two pick what you want out of that pile and let me know what you want to eat."

"Rickie's still doing their special?" Candy asked.

"Far as I know," Randi said.

"I love their Greek salads and their pizzas," Angel confessed. "But I'm gonna have to watch that for a while 'cause the anchovies don't seem to be settling too well with me lately."

"You doing okay?" Randi asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that… well… I just found out I'm pregnant," Angel admitted.

Both Candy's and Randi's jaw dropped.

"Are you serious, girl?" Candy yelped.

"Does Trey know?" Randi asked.

"He knows," Angel admitted, blushing. "He's really excited about the baby and we're making plans to get married soon. I was gonna tell you guys on Monday but, we're here now so… yipe!" Both Randi and Candy tackled Angel, tickling the girl unmercifully. "Hey, no fair! Ack!" The tickle fight lasted for a few minutes before they finally stopped, all laughing and all out of breath.

"Seriously, Angel, I'm happy for you," Randi said.

"Same here, girl. Whatever happens, we'll help you through anything you need, together," Candy said.

"Thanks, guys. You don't know how much that means to me," Angel said, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Hey, that's what friends and family are for," Randi said. "Now, don't start blubbering, because if you do, I'll start, and then Mac will wonder what started everything." She grinned. "Now, I'm hungry, so whatdaya want?"

Both ladies chimed in, "Rickie's!"

"Rickie's it is."