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CHAPTER FIVE: IS IT TURKEY SEASON?

Hunting Season?

Bobby grabs his gun and heads for the door.

"Robert Goren, he's your best friend, you can't shoot him!"

"What? I'm not going to shoot Lewis. If I can't find a turkey, I'm going to head out into to the wild and go hunting for one. It's our first Thanksgiving Als, we are going to have a turkey on our table!"

Alex and Liz look at each other and mouth the words, out into the wild?, at each other. Alex runs outside after him.

"BOBBY! He stops and turns back towards her. We don't have to have turkey, we can have beef or lamb or even chicken!"

"CHICKEN!? Did the Pilgrims serve chicken, Alex?"

"Were you there, Bobby?" He rolls his eyes and laughs. He runs up to her and gives her a quick kiss and a wink and off he goes on a turkey hunt.

His first stop was their neighborhood Bodega. Of course, the owner had a little crush on Bobby, Mrs. Ortega … she was about 106. She was trying to get Bobby to make Tofurkey. He moved on. Next stop, his local grocer … not a turkey to be found. He was starting to think he was going to have to go on that turkey hunt after all. New York was filled with markets and grocery stores, he wasn't about to give up. He went to his old neighborhood Bodega … he knew they wouldn't have turkeys but he was on the hunt so he figured he would stop in to say hi.

"Hi MJ. Happy Thanksgiving. Is Mom and Dad around?"

"Um nnno, ttthhey … aren't here … I'm sssorry I don't rremember your name Sir."

She knows my name … I've been coming to her families store for thirteen years … FUCK!

"Oh sorry kid … Bobby, I guess it's been a long time. Tell them I said hi." He walks out of the Bodega and grabs his cell phone. He calls in a robbery and heads around back to the alley way. He looks in the window and can see three punks tying up her parents in the back storage room. They had weapons. He called it in again with this new information. He stood by and watched. He had his weapon drawn in case something else went down. He could hear the kids arguing … never a good sign. Things could happen fast and get out of control quickly. He loved this family and didn't want to see anything happen to them. Detective Goren was on alert. He asked that the police not use their sirens … they didn't. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Detective, we have the place surrounded Sir. What's the situation."

"I can see three perps, but there may be more in the store with MJ, the daughter. I'm going in."

"Sir!?"

"She needs me. She's scared and I owe this family. I'll keep my phone line open. When I yell clear, I want you to charge in. Keep three of your men back here. Do we have an EMT on stand by."

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, lets get everyone in position."

"Right."

Bobby grabs a vest from one of the patrol cars and does his best to hide it under his jacket, he heads back in.

"Hey, forgetful me … I wanted a carton of cigarettes … for my wife. I wish she would stop but you know how it is."

The look of relief washes over MJ's face. She thought her friend, Detective Goren, had abandon her.

"What brand Sir?"

"Those, he leans over to point and to whisper in her ear. The place is surrounded … how many? The ones in the gold wrappers."

"These?" She taps on the carton with four fingers.

"Yup, that will do it. Oh, ya know what, I need cream for my coffee … I'll be right back."

He starts roaming around the Bodega knowing that the forth perp must be keeping an eye on her. He spots a very nervous looking punk. Pants falling off his ass … baseball cap tipped sideways and covering his eyes. Bobby goes right up to him.

"Yo dude, what's up?"

The kid just nods his head. Bobby put his gun right on his temple and whispers in his ear.

"One word and I pull the trigger." He quietly drags the kid out the front door and goes back in.

"MJ … you need to get out."

"But Bobby, my parents."

"We're working on it … go."

"Guys … MJ's coming out."

Two more uniform officers join Bobby inside the Bodega and three are watching through the window. The argument is still going on.

"What next Detective?"

"I'm not sure. I can't see what's happening in there."

"They're still arguing … waving their guns around … if we charge and surprise them …"

"No … too dangerous. I wish my Partner were here. Lets get that punk back in here."

"Why Sir."

"We're gonna have him call them out into the store and hope to God we can grab them before the Torelli's get hurt."

… Four hours later

"Wow, that's some bird! What is it, like 25-30 lbs.?"

"Yeah, about that."

"Where did you get it?"

"The Torelli's … I stopped by to see them and did a favor for them. They had an extra turkey lying around so they gave it to me. By the way, they're coming over for Thanksgiving."

"What did you do for them Bobby?"

He was heading upstairs to see the babies. " Can't the babies ever come downstairs?"

"Bobby?"

"What?"

"What did you do for the Torelli's?"

"Oh that. I stopped a robbery in progress … no big deal … good thing I took my gun!"

Alex sat. She looked straight up. Well Frances, It's never going to be boring with him. I wish you appreciated him more than you did. I for one plan on showing him everyday how much I love, appreciate and how very proud I am of him.

"BOBBY!"

"Yeah Babe?"

"STRIP!"

He looks down the stairs as she's coming up.

"I didn't get hurt."

She raises her eyebrows to him.

"I don't plan on hurting you … Big Foot!"

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The tryptophan got to my family, so I got to write. Reviews make me :) ... Thanks for reading, Judeey