"Your daughter's here to translate for you," Danny tells Iskra Janko as Eddie's walking into the precinct.

"Nemam kćerku," Iskra replies. Danny sighs heavily, leaning against the interrogation room wall. There's a metallic click as the door swings open and Eddie walks in. She pulls out the chair across from her mother and sits.

"How's it goin', Danny?"

"Your mother is a real fun person to talk to."

"Why don't you wanna talk to Danny, mom? He probably won't hurt you."

"Ja nisam tvoja majka."

"Great, thanks. Unfortunately for you, you never legally disowned me."

"What'd she say?" Danny asks tiredly.

"She's apparently not my mother."

"Perfect! Let's get to the point then. Iskra, what do you know about Erich Dreher?"

"Bio je lepo dete - dobar prijatelj mog muža. Nisam ga video godinama."

"She says - and I quote - 'He was a nice kid - a good friend of my husband's. I haven't seen him in years.'"

"Nice kid, huh? We think he shot Eddie here. So try again: Was there anything strange about him?"

"Ne. Ali kada je Armin uhapšen, bio je veoma uznemiren."

"No, but when Armin was arrested, he was very upset."

"Došao je u našu kuću i zakleo mi se da neće oprostiti ovome."

"She said that he came to our house afterwards and he swore that he wouldn't forgive what my father did... Something I didn't know," she glances back at Danny. "She's also leaving out the part where asked me out when I was seventeen."

"To nije relevantno."

"I didn't say it was relevant, Iskra. I'm just saying that it was creepy. He was like thirty."

"What kinda car did he drive?" Danny interjects with a frown.

"Black 1981 Monte Carlo," Iskra responds, this time in barely accented English. Eddie nods.

"That's really all I needed. We can get someone to drive you back to Poughkeepsie, ma'am."

"I'd like to talk to her first," Eddie says, looking into her mother's deep brown eyes. That's really their only difference in appearance. Both women are about the same height with the same dirty blonde hair, though Iskra's is graying ever so slightly, but Eddie has ocean blue eyes while her mother's are dark.

"Alright," Danny concedes, leaning back against the wall.

"Where did I go wrong, Iskra?" Eddie starts, her voice soft and hurt.

Her mother replies confidently. "You abandoned us and you went to work for the men who put your father away."

"I didn't abandon you. I left that house because I was tired of the cameras and the reporters trying to get into what little privacy I had left. I moved to Boston because I realized what I really wanted to do: law enforcement. And I'm proud of that decision. The cops aren't the reason my father is in prison - that's because he stole thousands of dollars from his clients. I couldn't be like him.

"Boston was good for me. No one knew who I was and I got better there. I was happy with what I was doing. And I went to therapy for almost three years."

"Why?" Iskra interrupts. If there's any concern in her voice neither Danny nor Eddie an tell.

"I went to therapy because I had to deal with everything that had happened. I didn't trust anyone for a long time after everything and that doesn't work. Especially in the NYPD. When I graduated and moved to the city, I was just starting to let myself get close to people again. So when I graduated the Academy and I had to learn to trust my partner making split second decisions out on the street, it was hard. Everything I've had to work for is due to my father and to you. And some due to my college experiences, but that's not the point. The point is that the 'Admin Janko Scandal' or whatever you want to call it, really messed with my head. To deal with it I became a completely different person. If you don't like that it's not my fault."

"You like what you're doing?"

"Yeah, I do. I might have just gotten shot, but I like what I'm doing and I like who I am. I can trust people again. In fact, I have a boyfriend and I trust him more than anyone."

"Is that where you got the Harvard shirt?"

"You ask a lot of questions. But yeah, it's his. His name's Jamie and he went to Harvard Law." Iskra nods approvingly. Behind her Danny's having some sort of coughing fit.

"And now he's a beat cop," Eddie smirks at her mother. "You okay there, Detective Reagan?"

"Can we wrap this up? I think there's a chance I just won a very large bet."

"Yeah," Eddie says. "I think we're done here."

Jamie's car smells familiar - like coffee, and aftershave, and home. She breathes it all in as she pulls her seatbelt on.

"How was it?" Jamie asks.

"Oh, you know, about as I expected. She doesn't agree with any of my life choices and wishes she'd legally disowned me. But we did get her to talk about Dreher and Danny's getting her to identified his car."

"Wow."

"She's welcome to disown me anytime," Eddie shrugs. "She does like the idea of me having a boyfriend who went to Harvard Law, though. She thinks it's absolutely ridiculous, but she likes it. She just doesn't like the part where said boyfriend is a New York City cop."

"I feel loved."

"Just be glad you don't have to take her back to Poughkeepsie. I think they're putting that job on some poor rookie." She pauses for a second. "Speaking of my boyfriend, Danny happened to be in the room when this happened... He connected the dots and he was honestly more surprised than I would've expected. He thinks he won the bet at the 5-4 though."

"He was gonna find out one way or another. I wonder who's gonna win it at 1PP."

"What about at the 12?"

"Oh, I'll bet Renzulli's got it... So Eddie, since I'm staying with you for this week at least, and I'm apparently not allowed to leave you alone, my dad has invited you..." He stops glancing over at her.

"Finish the sentence, Reagan."

"He's invited you to Sunday dinner," Jamie says hurriedly.

"And you?"

"I mean, yeah, I want you to come. Only if you want, of course. I didn't know if you'd be okay with going. He's our boss, not just my dad, after all."

"I would love to come. I'm honored, actually. But be warned, Jamie, I haven't been to a proper family dinner or any sort of religious thing since I moved to Boston."

"When the hell did you move to Boston?"

"After my dad got arrested, I dropped out of NYU and moved out. I got accepted into Boston University to do criminal justice instead of finance, so I moved to Boston and I lived there until I graduated and went back to New York for the Academy."

"The more you know... But wait, your mom thinks it's crazy that you could get a guy who went to Harvard? You do realize - well, she does, I guess - that both NYU and Boston are crazy hard to get into?"

"In her mind I'm somehow the stereotypical dumb blonde," Eddie rolls her eyes.

AN: Hi, I managed to figured out what I was doing with this. I don't really like it but it's fine. This is also my formal apology for a) using google translate for all of the Serbian (I only know like three sentences worth, okay?) and b) completely forgetting the timeline of this story. It might get a bit messy with how many days have passed... I don't know. I'm trying to figure every out. - itwasit