Andy sits at the dinner table begrudgingly, his arms folded. "What do you want, Trudy? Why did you drag me into this."
"I dragged you into nothing, Andrew. You agreed to it. Even kissed me at your station to prove that you still love me." Trudy shakes her head, looking at the menu, "I want my daughter back."
"You pushed our daughter away all on your own. I don't think you could possibly grasp just how much she hates you." He laughs to himself, "Is this about the money? He left it to his sisters."
"Sisters?" She raises an eyebrow, "That little thing you had with your whore-"
"My wife." He glares.
"Your old whore gave you a kid. How can you be so sure you're actually the father?"
"Because Sharon isn't you and I love her. We've built our family from the ground up." Andy shakes his head, knowing how much he hurt her this afternoon, "What is this about so I can go?"
"I told you. I want my daughter back."
"She's my daughter too. She's also an adult. She chooses what she wants to do with her life and she chooses who she wants in it."
Trudy chuckles, watching him. "That's cute."
"It's the truth." Andy hisses almost, a toothpick wedged between his teeth.
"No, the truth is that you aren't her father, nor have you ever been and you know that." She smirks, "She only thinks you're her father."
"I'm the only one she has ever known as her father. I've paid the money for her to go to school, paid for her to be brought up well...You did a terrible job."
"I called her this afternoon. Left a message on her voicemail. I told her everything. Told her that you weren't her real father and that you know it. I told her that she didn't belong with you. I'm betting she knows that too." Trudy watches him, finding pleasure in his anguish.
"She has my name and she has my heart. She's more my daughter than anything you could have slept with then." His tone is furious, "How did you get her number?"
"My son gave it to me months ago. You remember my son...the one you killed."
"I didn't kill him. It was suicide."
"You could have prevented it!" She yells at him, "Instead you were at the hospital with your trollop's daughter as she gave birth. Did that make you feel good, Andrew?" Her eyes dance with unbalanced mental capacity.
Andy blinks slowly, watching her, but not quite understanding what she was saying. He feels off. "What?"
Trudy giggles softly, "Now, you're left with nothing and I couldn't be happier."
He blinks again, his head swimming, "Did you...did you put something in my drink?"
"I surely did. You had a heart attack not too far back, didn't you?" She raises an eyebrow, smirking.
"What did you spike my drink with?" Flynn could feel his vision blurring, his chest tightening. He attempts to stand.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Trudy grins, watching his misfortune.
He grips each booth's chair as he walks past, making a beeline to the front door.
Rusty gets out of the car, having been waiting for him to exit. He glares at the man, "Are you drunk again? Are you kidding me right now?" He charges toward him, tackling him to the ground and punching his face a couple times.
"Lay off him." Louie Provenza sighs, "I know you're pissed."
"Pissed doesn't begin to cover it. You here to take up for your friend? I don't want to hear it." He hisses.
"I wasn't going to let him go off with her if he tried." He shakes his head to the boy, then looks back at Flynn, "Something isn't right." He mumbles under his breath.
"You think he would have slept with her?"
"Stop fucking talking and help me." Provenza shakes his head, "Flynn, talk to me." He calls to him, kneeling next to his friend. He leans down, "He hasn't touched any alcohol. I don't smell it on him."
Rusty still cares for the man, having his last name and seeing him as a father figure, "Want me to call an ambulance?"
"Yeah, go ahead." He removes his jacket, rolling it up before placing it under Flynn's head, "Andy, come on."
Flynn opens his eyes slightly, "Louie." His face tightens slightly, watching his friend, "Louie, she told Mac everything."
Louie shakes his head, "What?"
"She left a message on her phone. Told her I wasn't her father."
Rusty pauses, looking down at the man, "You aren't Mac's dad?"
Provenza looks to the younger man, "Biologically." He sighs, "Where's Mac right now? You know?"
He shrugs, "She took Katie for a girls day out. She's going to college soon. Wanted to spend the day with her."
"Find her. Also, call Sharon and tell her we're going to the hospital for them to check him over." He waves down the medic when they stop the ambulance in front of the restaurant. "He was slipped something, I don't know what." Provenza stands, watching as they load his friend into the truck, "Rusty."
Rusty turns, swallowing. "Yeah?"
"Don't tell anyone about what you heard. Let him be the one to tell Sharon."
"I don't keep secrets from her."
"Rusty-"
"Fine." He bites his cheek, "You going to follow him? I'll...go home."
"I need to find Trudy." Louie shakes his head.
The younger man watches, and nods, "I'll ride then." He climbs into the truck with the medics.
Louie continues to wait outside the restaurant, not wanting to cause too much of a scene. Trudy would like that too much. She was taking long. Too long, maybe. He straightens up after a half hour passes, noticing her figure emerge from the door, "Trudy."
Trudy tilts her head to the side, smiling, "Louie." She grins more, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Cut the shit," He moves closer to her, sliding handcuffs over her wrists, "I am thrilled to be the one to do this. Trudy...what's your last name now?"
"Wilson." She answers, glancing around with a hardened smirk.
"Trudy Wilson, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Lieutenant Andrew Flynn. You have the right to be silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law-" Provenza starts, holding her by the arm as he walks her to the car.
"Shut up. I know all of it." Trudy hisses.
"Are your children safe?"
"My daughter is now, I bet, that she knows the truth about that beast."
"I've never wanted to hit a woman before, until just a minute ago." He nearly throws her into the back seat of the car, locking the door from the outside. His blood boils with anger, "What did you give him, Trudy?"
"What makes you think I gave him something?" Trudy grins.
Louie glares into the rearview mirror, looking at her, "He could barely speak. Passed out on the sidewalk."
She nods, "Just like when he's drunk."
"He hasn't had a drop. Couldn't smell anything on him."
"There are plenty of drinks that don't-"
"He dies and this gets chalked up to Murder one. You want that?" Louie is so angry with this woman, his vision almost crossing as he drives her to the police station.
The woman rolls her eyes as she glances out the passenger window, "I'm innocent, Louie."
"My name is Lieutenant Provenza to you. We are not friends."
"Hmmm well, I thought since all those years ago when we-"
"Trudy, for the love of God and everything holy, shut up." Louie shakes his head.
"She knows everything, Louie." Trudy hisses, not much unlike a snake, "No more secrets."
"You want no more secrets? Matt hated you. That's why he never told you that he was back. He didn't want you to know. He hated how you treated Mac and then you ignored her at the funeral...saying anything to her was only to hurt her even further. Sharon has been more of a mother to that girl in the short three years she has known her than in all the time you have." Provenza finally pulls up outside of the precinct, "No more secrets, Trudy."
The middle aged woman has tears in her eyes as the older Lieutenant pulls her from the car.
"You want someone to blame for all of this? Blame yourself."