"Chief Johnson." Louie Provenza grins broadly, quickly discarding the magazine he was flipping through to the side table next to him as he stands, "It's been too long."

"Sit, sit. You may not like why I'm here." Brenda Leigh Johnson nods, motioning for him to sit as she takes the seat next to him, "And please, I'm not your Chief anymore. Just call me Brenda."

"Nah. I'll stick with Chief."

"Do as you please, but when you make this statement, you're going to refer to me as Mrs. Howard."

He raises his eyebrows, "Mrs. Howard?"

"Yes. I changed my name to aid with the whole adoption thing-"

"Adoption?" Provenza chuckles to himself softly.

"Yes, yes, but I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to talk to you about what happened at the restaurant today with Lieutenant Flynn and Trudy Wilson." Brenda nods, "Now, she said there was some kind of, preferential treatment since y'all had an affair years ago."

The older man's face seems to ashen as he hears the words escape her mouth, "It was...There was no affair."

"Are you saying Mrs. Wilson was lying, Lieutenant?"

He pauses, leaning back in his seat with a defeated lookin to his face before he responds, "We slept together once, but there was no affair. Not by any means."

"Could you go into more detail?" Brenda tilts her head to the side, "How did it happen?"

"How do you think it happened?" Provenza makes a face.

She sighs heavily, giving him a look, "You know what I mean, Lieutenant."

Half past midnight. The moon nearly nonexistent because of the streetlights. Andy Flynn's head bobbing in the back seat of the car, barely conscious due to alcohol consumption. They were younger men then. Eighteen years ago was a long time for anyone. They both had dark hair then.

Louie Provenza's Camaro rolls up to Flynn's house. He usually didn't do this. He usually brought Andy to his house. However, his wife at the time, Heather, was fed up with it as it turned into an occurrence for every other night instead of once in a while.

It was no secret that Flynn wasn't happy in his marriage. He and his wife were married out of circumstance instead of love. Everyone knew it. He loved his son though. Would give his right arm to the boy who looked just like him.

Trudy Flynn holds the door open for the other man and follows behind them when Provenza holds Flynn up, taking him to the bedroom. She waits downstairs on the sofa, arms folded, "Who the fuck gets drunk on a Tuesday?"

"It was a hard day at work. There was a kid killed by a schoolmate." Louie stands, running his hands through his hair, "Hey, Heather's probably asleep. I don't really want to wake her. Would you mind if I slept on your couch tonight?"

She offers him a smile, "Of course not. Something I can get you?"

"This is going to seem...I haven't eaten since lunch and, I'd rather not have a terrible hangover in the morning. Would you mind if I made myself a sandwich or something?"

Trudy tilts her head toward the kitchen, smirking when the man follows her, "So, how is Heather?"

"She's...It's just like it was last time, but...I don't know. Something about her, you know?" Louie watches the other woman.

"I'm sure she's great." The woman raises an eyebrow, smirking.

He rolls his eyes, "What do you want from me?"

"Your marriage is about as good as mine."

"That isn't saying much."

Trudy chuckles a little, "You're lucky though. You can handle your liquor for the most part and there's no kids involved this time for you. Matthew doesn't need to see his father like this. I don't want him to."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Matt has no idea what's going on. He's still young."

"That's when they're most impressionable. They teach children languages at that age because they can retain it better." She has tears in her eyes.

Louie shakes his head, moving closer to her, "Oh hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." Trudy waves him off.

"It's not. I shouldn't have-"

"Please." She turns suddenly, looking him in the eye. Her gaze slowly sinks to his lips before she leans into him, placing her lips against his in a deep kiss.

Louie Provenza looks up to the blonde in front of him, "I guess you can pretty much...infer the rest."

"Yes, Lieutenant, thank you." Brenda Leigh nods, paying close attention to him, "Now, what exactly happened tonight that led to your arrest of Trudy Wilson? First off, why were you there?"

He sighs, "I didn't want him doing something stupid again."

"Like drink?"

Louie nods, even though that wasn't the real answer, it may have been part of it, "Yeah."

Brenda smirks, "Like cheat on his wife?"

"Yes."

"So, you were there prior to being called upon."

"Correct."

She nods slowly, "Continue. Then what happened?"

"Flynn came staggering out...I thought he was drunk." Provenza uses his hands to speak, which he has always done, "I thought...not again." He sighs, "The last thing I'd want is for him to break the Captain's heart more...and Kate...That's all that kept running through my head."

"Kate being his daughter Katherine Flynn."

"Of course. I love that kid."

Brenda smiles, "I'd expect no less, Lieutenant. What happened after he came out of the restaurant?"

"He passed out...it was bad. His chest was hurting. I thought he may have been having another heart attack."

"Okay, so, what made you connect what was happening to Lieutenant Flynn to his ex-wife Trudy Wilson?"

"She just...the smile on her face spoke volumes."

"You brought her in for a smile?"

"It was more than that. I could tell he was drugged. I've been in this line of work a long time. He walked in just fine. Nothing was wrong, came out a mess. You know it when you see it." Louie Provenza nods, "I wouldn't have arrested her if I didn't think she did something wrong, if that's what you're asking."

"Okay, Lieutenant." She stops the tape, leaning in ever so slightly, "How long have you known Mac Flynn wasn't Andy's biological child?"

He raises his eyebrow, "I don't see what that-"

"Trudy Wilson says it's yours."

"What?"

Brenda Leigh continues, "Is there a possibility that you could be the biological father of Mackenzie Flynn?"

Louie thinks back, trying to remember what the girl looked like. Mac resembled his eldest daughter with his first wife Liz, and his sister, and he never would have thought of it until someone pointed it out to him, "I..."

She reaches over, patting his knee, "Don't worry about it, just think about it a little more." The blonde rises from the chair and makes her way to Andy's room, knocking gently on the doorframe before walking in more, seeing the man in the bed, watching the television he had pulled to be in front of him, "Lieutenant Flynn."

"Chief!" Andy answers excitedly.

"Ya know, I'm not even going to bother correcting you boys anymore." She tucks her hair behind her ear, "What are you watching?"

"Highlights from the ballgame that was on earlier." He motions, with a wave of his hand before turning off the small television, "I can't believe you came in to see me."

"Well, you may not be so excited in a minute." Brenda Leigh rubs his shoulder gently, "I need to know what happened during your dinner today."

Andy shakes his head, "I don't remember a damn thing about it. Not one bit. Just that she wants to see Mac. Trudy was always terrible to Mac." He glances over to her, pushing the television away from his face, "I won't have her being mean to my little girl."

She nods slowly, offering a smile to him, "Nothing at all?"

"No, I've been trying, but that's the only thing that continues to play over and over again in my head." He replies quietly.

"Mac is not your biological child."

"She's my daughter."

Brenda watches him closely, "I know. That wasn't-"

"It doesn't matter to me if she's mine or if she isn't. I don't care, you know? She doesn't either. She doesn't want to know. Told me so herself." He nods, "I offered to take a test for her, but she knows how it will end."

"And that is?"

"She'll have to hear the truth." Andy swallows, "Except the truth isn't held in some kind of blood test, it's held in my heart. She's been mine since before she was born and always will until the day I die...and after."

She nods again, "I understand." She glances to his heart monitor, seeing it quicken, "Alright, Lieutenant, calm down. Just one more question, has Trudy Wilson ever mentioned to you who the father may be?"

"I never cared. I never asked. I never wanted to know." He looks to her, "Still don't."

"They found drugs in your system that are commonly used as a date rape drug, so we have her. However, these are questions I need to ask."

"Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I have to like them." Andy leans his head back, "I'm glad you came to visit though. You should see Kate, Chief. She reminds me of you."

Brenda Leigh laughs softly, "I bet Sharon loves that."

"She'll grow into a strong, powerful woman. What's not to love?" Andy flynn grins.