This chapter makes reference to the STFBEYE episode Bad Hair Day.


Steve and Cheryl were sitting at the counter in BBQ Bob's, eating breakfast that Chief Masters insisted on buying after all the effort they'd put into the Jeffrey White case. Bobby, Dimitrius, Tara, and Myles had joined them. Chief Masters was paying for the whole meal for all of them, though he did not partake of it himself. He just sat back and watched the others enjoy their relish. Jessie was doing his morning shift at the hospital today, so he wasn't around. "I bet you'll all be relieved to get back home in DC, Agent Ganz." Masters said.

"Yes!" Dimitrius agreed. "Though I have to admit, it's been nice being able to walk along the beach...with Donna! She keeps asking me why I never brought her here before, and says I should be assigned to California more often."

"Lucky for me, I already live here." Steve said smugly.

"Exactly." Myles nodded. "Only with no dazzling date to share it with." Everyone laughed, except Steve. He sat there and rolled his eyes.

"Just eat your omelet, Leland." He groaned.

"Well, if Darcy is ever assigned to uncover some crime here, I'll have to put in a requisition to accompany her." Bobby remarked.

"I thought you feds weren't allowed to date within your own unit." Cheryl said.

"Darcy's an investigative journalist." Tara corrected her. "Her career's come in handy for us from time to time. Mmm! This hash brown casserole is scrumptious!"

They were continuing in more small talk when a guy burst inside, hollering. "Down! Down! Everybody down!" He ordered. Steve and the others looked at him in astonishment. He was carrying a sniper rifle! The stunned, frightened, screaming customers all hit the floor, and so did the cooks. Steve and his friends were all about to draw their guns when the guy fired gunshots directly above their heads! They all ducked and he stuck the barrel of his firearm straight into Steve's chest! "Get up, Sloan!" He barked. "Up against the wall, let's go!" He backed Steve into the wall.

"FBI! Drop the gun!" Dimitrius shouted, aiming his gun at him. The man turned around, pulling a pistol out of his pocket and fired, just barely missing Bobby and Myles, then stuck his gun into Steve again!

"Drop your guns!" He yelled. "Put down your guns or I'll shoot him right here! Lay down the guns or your pal's dead!" Bobby, Masters, Myles, Cheryl, Dimitrius, and Tara stood there, unsure of what to do. Steve wasn't wearing his bullet proof vest, none of them were, and if the guy shot him right now, there'd be little hope of saving him at all! They cautiously, reluctantly laid down their guns. Bobby, glaring, began to approach the perpetrator when he fired. Bobby growled in pain as the bullet hit his hand-the same hand he'd cut when he'd first arrived here!-, and he fell back.

"Bobby!" Tara gasped and ran to his side.

One hand on the sniper rifle, with his finger close to the trigger, and the pistol in his other hand, the lunatic had them all at bay, with the rifle sticking into Steve's shirt and the other firearm aiming at anyone behind the guy who dared to move. "Nobody talk! Everyone, get your hands up! And if you're smart, you won't make any funny business in trying to save your partner." And he clicked his handgun to prove his point. They all obeyed, they had no choice. Except Tara and Bobby. She helped him sit up and stayed nearby.

"W-what do you want?" Steve asked the perpetrator.

"You! I want you!" The gun man snarled. "I'm Harry Silverton. Name sound familiar? Huh?" Steve didn't have time to play guessing games, and he hoped no one could see his racing heartbeat through his shirt-which was pounding in his ears-! "I'm Marty Silverton's brother." Harry said. "You remember now?" Steve sighed. Marty Silverton was a young guy who had been charged for selling drugs on the street. He'd been involved in a convenience store shootout. Steve and some of his partners had appeared on the scene to get the situation under control when Marty held the place up so he could rob it, but Marty had opened fire on them and they'd fired back. Steve's bullet was the one that had brought him down, and Marty hadn't survived.

"Yeah, I remember." Steve said solemnly. "I'm sorry, but it was all done in the line of duty."

"He was a good kid, Sloan!" Harry growled. "He never meant to hurt anybody. And you killed him!"

"If that's true, then he wouldn't have shot at us."

"He was scared, you imbecile." Harry said angrily. "I always tried to to take care of my little brother."

"By letting him get involved in drugs?" Steve probed.

"That was his choice! He shouldn't have died, Sloan. His blood is on your head. And now I'm gonna kill you, see that my kid brother gets justice."

"Listen, Harry..." Steve tried to reason with him.

"Shut up!" Harry shouted. "You cops are nothing more than public assassins. You swear to protect us, you claim to serve the defenseless and dig out the scum. But that's not how you play the game, is it?"

"Harry..." Steve tried again.

"You don't care about us. You take advantage of your rank and our taxes to fulfill your own personal vices. And in the process, kill innocent people who just need a break, instead of arresting the rapists, murderers, and other real criminals out there. My Marty never should've died in that robbery! And now I'm gonna kill you, you incompetent, selfish piece of scum." Everyone could see that he was about to pull the trigger and shoot Steve!

"Noo!" Bobby shouted in protest.

"You'll never get away with this, ugly!" Cheryl added.

"I'm turning out your lights, Sloan." Harry seethed.

Suddenly, a shrill voice pierced the air from the doorway and a dirty woman in shabby attire burst inside, pointing directly at Steve and the lunatic...with a machine gun! "Get your filthy hands up! All of you! He's right." She blurted out. "You're all alike! All you coppers are hypocrites and money squeezers. We pay for your salary out of our own pockets, to protect us on the street, and what do you do? How do you repay us? You squander it on drugs and Ferrari's!" Then she stepped closer to Steve and his assailant. "And YOU!" The deranged woman snarled, her eyes wide, suggesting symptoms of acute insanity. "You're the worst of these assassins." Bobby, Dimitrius, Tara, and Myles were so cut off guard at this new turn of events! Masters and Cheryl however, remained calm in intense concentration.

Steve's captor was totally taken aback. Still aiming the sniper rifle directly into Steve's chest and the handgun at her, he gaped wide-eyed at the junkie. "You're crazy!" He protested worriedly. "I'm not one of them! You think I'd be in cahoots with these guys? Th-this is my line. This is between him and me. Now back off, you riffraff."

The woman's eyes flared in rage. "That's what you bozos do best...lie!" She hollered. "I know all about you. I know all about the money-squeezing, the evidence tampering, the drug dealing, and the falsified reports you've turned in!" Harry Silverton trembled in fear. "You promised not to turn me over to the cops in exchange for word on the street..."

"I...you're lying!" The guy cried.

"This is getting crazier by the minute!" Bobby exclaimed. He was totally blown away by what was happening before his eyes.

"You two-faced, backstabbing worm!" The woman ranted furiously. "I hate cops! 'You give me what I want, I'll see that my partners don't bother you,' you said! HA! Liar! You turned around and said you were going straight to your other cronies to throw me in the clink! You can't! You can't! YOU CAN'T! Well, it's a good thing I didn't let you get that far, huh? I hate you! I HATE YOU! I hate all of you! But you...you're the worst. I'll turn this place into shards, but you'll be the first to go."

Harry Silverton was perspiring now with terror and his hands shook vehemently. "I'm not a cop!" He cried out. "You guys, do something!" He begged Steve or any other officer who would listen to him.

"Liar! Liar! LIAR!" The armed woman screamed in rage, and pulled the machine gun lever which clicked, ready to fire.

"NO! DON'T!" The guy pleaded in terror. "I swear on my life! I'm not a cop! Don't just stand there, you imbeciles! Do something! Get this lunatic away from me! Don't let her shoot me! PLEASE don't let her shoot me! Here, you can take me! Arrest me! Do anything you like, just don't let her kill me!" He threw down his firearms and dropped to the floor covering his head. Cheryl shook her head with a snicker and handcuffed him. Tara helped Bobby up to a chair and the customers slowly stood up after Chief Masters told them it was safe now and he called an ambulance. One of the cooks quickly brought a towel out to wrap around Bobby's bloodied hand. Myles and Dimitrius however, grabbed the crazy druggie by her arms.

"Whoa, hey. Easy there, boys." She chuckled, electrically calm now. "Don't worry, I'm on your side."

"It's okay, guys." A tall, attractive young woman spoke up as she stepped next to them.

"Let her go. She's one of us." Steve smiled, shaking his head. D and Myles reluctantly obeyed. The woman stepped back and reached up for her hair. She pulled down the matted mess to reveal shoulder length, sleek, jet dark hair. Then she reached underneath her dingy jacket and pulled out a...a badge!

"Detective Taylor Lucas." She smiled. "LAPD, vice. At your service. Things aren't always as they appear."

"She's my partner." The attractive young lady added. "Detective Amy Devlin, LAPD, vice. Hope everyone's okay." Bobby, Tara, Dimitrius, and Myles were more than flabbergasted now! They were so shocked they couldn't speak!

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Taylor asked cockily with wide, mischievous eyes.

"Amy? Taylor? This is Agent Leland, Tara Williams, Manning, and Ganz." Steve introduced them. "They're from the DC FBI bureau. They're the ones who helped us solve the Jeffrey White case."

"Oh! Well, it's good to meet you all." Amy smiled, offering to shake their hands but no one moved forward to return the gesture, except Tara.

"That was a nice piece of work." Taylor nodded. "You big boy scouts are highly intelligent. Fascinating mystery!" She smiled at Myles who seemed lost in a trance. "You okay, pal?" Taylor asked. Myles didn't answer, he actually didn't look like he'd even heard her at all. "Hey, Lt.?" Taylor said to Steve. "I think you might need to get this guy to the hospital. He looks as if he's just been dumped to earth from the twilight zone!"

"Lucas?" Masters spoke up. "I'm gonna want a word with you about the gun." He said firmly.

Taylor rolled her eyes. "Probably get scolded again for using the big gun without permission." She muttered.

"You're in trouble." Steve smirked.

"Again." Amy added.

"Yeah, well, she ought to be." Bobby groaned. "Bursting inside and shooting up the place like that!"

"She didn't shoot anyone." Tara chuckled.

Taylor picked up Bobby's gun from the floor. "You know, you really shouldn't leave your guns laying around like this." She stated. "It's an invitation to crime."


The paramedics took Bobby to the hospital where thy fixed up Bobby's hand then he met the others at the police station. Mark and Jessie were shocked when Steve informed them of what had happened. Thankfully, it had all turned out okay and Harry Silverton was in custody, but still, Dimitrius was so glad he'd left Donna at the hotel to sleep in this morning!

"So, how did you guys know what was going on and where Silverton was headed?" Steve asked.

"Vice, our specialty. Remember?" Taylor quipped.

"And how did you arrive so fast?" Dimitrius inquired.

"Taylor's been doing some undercover work at a small pawn shop over near 29th." Amy explained.

"Inventory." Taylor added. "That way if any crooks come through the door, they won't remember seeing me."

"Harry's been running the pawn shop for a while."

"But he's also been doing a lot of 'business luncheons' as he calls them on his lunch break." Taylor continued. "I've been following him and getting his conversations. He never knew I was there. He kept talking with this guy about revenge against you, Lt. This fellow was the dealer who secretly pawned off the rifle to him."

"But what about this morning?" Tara asked.

"Well, last night I told Amy that Silverton bought the sniper rifle yesterday and to be prepared today to give me some backup." Taylor went on.

"She told me that Silverton said he had an important business deal to make in the morning, one that he couldn't do at the shop." Amy said. "So, this morning I was waiting in the parking lot across from the shop."

"This morning, Harry's gun dealer shows up behind the shop. Harry was giving him his final pay." Taylor said. "While Harry came inside and told me that he had to leave for that big business deal, Amy came around and arrested Harry's dealer as an accessory to murder. She waited for me till after Harry left then we sped away."

"But what about the gun?" Dimitrius chimed in. "How did you pull that off on such a short notice?"

"It wasn't hard." Taylor smiled. "We just tossed the gun dealer in the trunk, rushed here to the station, grabbed the gun, and sped to BBQ Bob's."

"You what?" Bobby gaped. "You just broke in and took the machine gun?"

"It's a police station, Agent Manning." Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Taylor has a way of getting around the rules but still dumping the perpetrator onto the captain's desk." Amy snickered. Steve couldn't agree more.

"Harry was unaware that his new employee was a cop. So, whenever he wasn't looking, I put bugging devices inside his car and tracking devices in them too, plus one his work boots too. He never knew what hit him." Taylor said proudly with her hands in her pockets.

"Well, thanks a lot, Lucas." Steve smiled. "You really did save my bacon. All of us, actually."

"It was my pleasure, Lt." Taylor smiled back.

"I owe you one." Steve said.

"You're a dangerous woman, you know that?" Dimitrius eyed her cautiously.

"Hey, what the heck?" Taylor threw her arms up. "Story of my life."

"What were you thinking, bringing a machine gun into a public place and screeching like a cat on meth?" Bobby shuddered at the memory.

"She wasn't thinking." Amy answered. "It's secondary nature to her."

"Hey!" Taylor frowned. "Sometimes, Agent Manning, you don't have time to think. Sometimes, you just have to take action!"

"Anyone ever tell you that you're insane?" Bobby spoke.

Taylor grinned. "I've been called worse."

"Lucas? Devlin? The chief wants you." Cheryl announced.

"Uh oh!" Taylor grinned, walking away with her partner.

"I don't know if we could've used her on the Jeffrey White case or not." Dimitrius stated.

"I think we had more than we could handle." Tara said.

"Seriously, Steve. How come no one's used a straight jacket or rubber hose on that girl before?" Bobby spoke, still taken aback. "That sheila is one wild woman!"

Steve laughed, shaking his head. "You just don't know Taylor." He smiled. "I know she uses bizarre methods, but she always gets her man! The department owes her a lot."

"Like what? Their lives?"

"If you're speaking of me, then yes."

"Garret would never let a crazy like that in the bureau." Bobby shook his head.

"Hey, she's impulsive but she's not crazy."

"Well, Steve? I don't think you'll have to worry about our mad gunman shooting up your restaurant again." Cheryl said. "He's too shook up right now. All he wants is to be locked up in a cell where he says he'll be safe from Detective Lucas."

"Personally, I can't blame him!" Dimitrius laughed.

"He keeps looking out the window to see if she's been incarcerated yet." Cheryl chuckled with her arms folded. "He's afraid he'll come face to face with her again."

"So, what was that all about?" Bobby asked, and Steve explained to him about Marty Silverton. "Mph. Sounds like Crazy Loco." Bobby stated.

"Crazy Loco?" Steve furrowed his brows. "Don't know how it is where you come from, but here crazy and loco mean the same thing."

"I, uh..." Tara cleared her throat, remembering her unpleasant experience. "I shot his younger brother down when he tried to hold up a hair salon." She said very quietly. "Crazy Loco didn't appreciate me doing my job, so he decided to take matters into his own hands." She sighed, biting her lip. Steve gazed at her and felt bad. Apparently her experience with Crazy Loco had taken a toll on her, and it made him curious to hear the whole story. But not now. It was obvious she didn't want to talk about it. Bobby was also looking at her.

"So," He spoke up, trying to change the subject. "Do you always have people running after you as the bachelor on their most wanted hit list?" He teased Steve.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Manning." He said dryly. "Unfortunately, yes. Seems my dad and I have become real popular in the crime circles, and for some reason we always end up spoiling their parties. Never figured that out yet."

"Must be your cultural upbringing." Tara said with a grin. "Some classes just don't mingle together right when you put them in the oven." Steve couldn't help smiling. He was really going to miss the witty, beautiful, intelligent FBI agent when she went back home to DC. He started to daydream, wishing they could work together in LA fighting crime, putting their heads together in solving mysteries…

"Well, I think we'd better get back." Dimitrius said, thwarting Steve's daydreams.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, you're right." Steve cleared his throat loudly. "Sorry you guys nearly got killed at my restaurant. You're not gonna sue me, are you?"

"I look at it as getting a chance to see all LA has to offer." Tara quipped. "After all, a girl's gotta have fun." Steve smiled warmly again.

"Yeah," Cheryl squinted at her partner.

"Not my girl's idea of fun." Dimitrius chirped, thinking of his wife. "I sure am glad Jack wasn't here though!" He exclaimed. "I wouldn't want us to have deal with another heart attack!"

"I hear ya." Steve quickly agreed. "Thank God that Dad convinced him to just stroll along the beach today."

"Right!" Bobby agreed wholeheartedly. "Well, let's go, Myles. Come on, mate." He stood up and they all headed toward the door but Myles didn't move at all. He hadn't said a single word since Detective Lucas had revealed her true identity. In fact, he still had that stunned, faraway look on his face.

"Myles, it's over. We can go now!" Tara said louder. Myles still didn't move. Steve waved his hand in front of him. Myles didn't even flinch.

"You know, at first I took it as a joke, but now I'm seriously thinking we should have Dad look at him!" Steve gasped with his hands on his hips. "He's showing all the distinct symptoms of shock."

"Come on, tiger." Dimitrius said, shaking his head and taking Myles' arm. "Don't worry. This is all just a terrible nightmare. You'll survive."

"I will regret forever that I did not have this on video." Bobby chuckled as her took Myles' other arm. "Myles, ya all right, mate?" Myles finally snapped out of his trance and stared at all of them in bewilderment.

"She was one of us. She was actually one of us." Myles stated in awe.

"He's okay." Bobby waved him off. "Just overwhelmed."

"Ahh," Steve nodded, smirking.

"I'll never complain about having to work with Lucy or Thomas again!" Myles declared, wide-eyed.


Okay, you see what I mean? After watching the season6 episode Blood Ties of DM numerous times-one of our favorites-, I kept thinking that Myles would be blown away by Detective Lucas' methods, and thought, "If he had to work with her, he'd never complain about Lucy or Sue again!" And while I was looking for a gap to fill in this story, I couldn't resist actually putting him in that spot and hearing it from his own mouth! Hope you enjoyed. If you're not sure who Detective Lucas is, you should watch the said episode. It's hilarious, in a realistic way.