"Hey Swareks, we weren't sure we were going to see you here."

The party was in full swing when Sam and Andy walked through the door of the Black Penny. Oliver walked over and embraced the two of them.

"Are you kidding?", Sam said. "My partner got engaged, I needed to be here. No to mention the drinks," Sam grinned.

"Ah, yes. Angus, get these two a drink, would you?", Oliver yelled back towards the bar.

"Coming up," Angus yelled back.

Oliver, serious now, said, "How are you doing, really?"

"Like I told Andy, I was a little shaky earlier after the adrenaline wore off but I'm okay now," Sam said as the trio walked towards the bar.

"Good, good. What about mentally?"

"Good as ever," Sam grabbed his and Andy's drinks and handed his wife's to her before taking a hit on his own. "I had no choice. And from what I hear Foxx is going to make it."

"Okay, but you still have to go to the shrink. At least once before you can be cleared to come back."

Sam groaned and then wrapped an arm around Andy. "Thanks to this one, I've had some practice with 'opening up'," Sam made air quotes around the two words. "I guess I can manage one session."

"I know you will, brother. If you don't you'll drive yourself crazy sitting at home with your dog all day. Off the job while McNally's working. You'll miss it too much.

"In that case," Sam raised his glass with his soul mate and best friend, "here's to opening up."

Andy and Oliver laughed and said cheers as they clinked their glasses to Sam's.

"We're going to get a table," Sam said.

"Of course, of course. Enjoy yourselves. Take it easy. All that stuff. I'll be around.

"Bye Oliver," Andy said and Sam and she walked over to a table that had nobody currently laying claim to it. As soon as they sat down Sam felt his phone vibrating against his leg. He pulled it up and looked at the screen. "Marlo. I'm going to step outside to take this."

"She's calling you?"

"Actually, I called her and left a message. She's just returning my call. Be right back." He kissed Andy then walked outside. "How's it going Marlo?"

"Never mind about me you shot somebody?"

Sam explained the situation and Marlo agreed with him. "You did the only thing you could do. But listen Sam, it'll het you sooner or later and the harder you try to bury it the worse it'll be."

"Yeah, well, I feel fine now. And that's all I can control."

"Right. So, what's this you wanted to plan? Something with Mia?"

"I see why they put you in Intelligence."

"Right. More like, 'let's put her someplace where she can put together puzzles and not have to carry a gun'."

"Speaking of gigs, how's the new one going?"

"It good. Reliable schedule, which is great with Mia. Nice pay, like the people I work with. It's good."

"Glad to her it."

A pause followed, broken by Marlo. "Mia. What did you want to talk about?"

"Right. Well, I'm going to be off for at least a week or so waiting for the shooting to clear and then the shrink to clear me. I was wondering if maybe I could take Mia for a day, you know, instead of taking her to daycare. I could come down and pick her up. Maybe take you guys out to eat if it works out."

"That could work. What about Andy? Would she be coming too."

"I don't know her schedule yet. She's pretty busy, with the sergeants posting and all so it might very well just be me. Maybe Boo, also," Sam grinned.

Marlo lightly laughed. "That sounds great Sam. How 'bout this. I'll check my schedule and call you back tomorrow night or something."

"That works. Thanks, Marlo."

"No problem. I do feel bad she doesn't see you more."

"I know. I do too. But we do the best we can."

"Yeah…uh, well, I'll talk to you. Good night Sam."

"Goodnight." Sam clicked off and went back inside. Andy was waiting for him at their table. "You're still here, I figured you'd me milling about."

"nah, Traci came by when she saw me alone. Thought maybe you didn't come and I was here alone. I told her you were outside on the phone. Speaking of which…"

"I called her earlier to see about taking Mia a day this week since I'll be off. She said she would check her schedule and call me back tomorrow."

"How is she?", Andy asked.

"Knew this was coming," Sam smiled. "Believe it or not, she sounded good. Peaceful. Not rambling or distracted. Not depressed or worked up. She seemed normal."

Andy raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"Really. Maybe whatever was going on passed."

"Do you even believe something was going on or do you think I'm crazy."

"Andy, you're not crazy. I think something happened. Maybe she really was feeling unwell. Maybe she was closer to Officer Young than I thought and the death shook her. I don't know. There are a lot of possibilities. But right now, she seems good. And Mia is doing great. Those are the important things."

"Yeah, I… you're right."

"When I get Mia, I'll get a better read, but that's the best I got right now."

Andy half smiled. "I wish I could be with you whatever day that ends up being but I'm swamped at work right now and I can't take a day right now."

"Don't worry about it. I'll take pictures for you and give you a full report when I get back."

"How full?"

"I won't leave a detail out." They both smiled and shared a kiss. "Now why don't we go look for Epstein and Price and give them our best?"

Sam stood up taking Andy's hand in his. "Lead the way, Detective."

Dov sat in Detective Anderson's office, a little hung over from last night's celebrating, reading though what little they had put together on the 3 guys. The test results had just come back and I.D. the man Sam shot as Matt Reese. He was in the system with ties to the Dowling Crew. Marshall Parker and Billy Fisher had no documented ties but they could have been middle men or new into the crew. Dov wasn't going to rule anything out. Nash and Ward were working contacts to see if anybody in the gangs had heard of either of them.

"Theories? You got any?"

"Well it reads to me like maybe Parker and Fisher were selling dope. Maybe for a gang?"

"That's for Nash and Ward. What about the Fisher homicide?"

Dov quickly ran through the notes on that in his head. Found dead in the bottom floor. Wound on back of head consistent with blunt object. Specifically, a golf club. Conveniently, a bloody 3-iron was discovered on scene. Fisher been dead long before they got there.

"Maybe Reese comes by to pick up the money from the sales except it's not there. Say, Parker ran off with it and didn't tell Fisher. That would explain why he was in a hurry to get away, sliding through the stop sign."

"Keep going."

"Okay, Fisher looks for the money, it's not there, maybe he tells Reese he can't find it, maybe he doesn't. Either way, Reese kills him. Maybe Reese thinks Fisher and Parker were hiding it, holding out on him. So, he hides the body and starts looking. Except we disrupt him."

"Not bad."

"You have a better idea."

"Just bit, but I came up with something like that myself a while ago."

"What? When? Were you going to say something?"

"And ruin my chance to put you on the spot? Not in a million years."

Dov momentarily lost his focus then retrieved it again. "So, what now? Main suspect is dead."

"We still have to consider premeditation. Why did we find no fingerprints on the golf club?"

"Because he was wearing gloves?"

"if it's a crime of opportunity, in the moment like your theory says, would he stop to put on a pair of gloves? Why would he even have them?"

"It's cold outside?"

"Look at the notes, again. What residue was found on the club?"

Dov read through the evidence report. "Powder consistent with Latex gloves or similar. So, he brought those with him. He was planning to kill?"

"Bingo."

"Maybe business was not going so well between them."

"Maybe somebody ratted Parker out for running off with the money."

"You think Fisher would do that to his partner?"

"To save his own skin, hell yeah," Frankie said.

"Well, that worked out well for him."

"What do you say to this? We head over there and talk with the neighbors again."

"About what? The statements from yesterday all came up dry."

"We're not going to ask them about what they saw yesterday. Instead, ask them about the last while. Was there anything unusual happening? Were the same people coming by all the time? Like that."

Dov closed the file. "Well, I've got nothing better to go off of. Let's go."