Everybody familiar belongs to Janet.

I don't know if it's due to us being married now, or just the result of her parents less than enthusiastic reaction to our nuptials, but Stephanie seems to have recommitted herself to me, my company, and the people she loves in our building. She openly shows appreciation when she feels it; meticulously cleaning shredded knuckles, tapping heads indulgently when someone's acting more like a child than Olivia, and handing out contraband snacks ... even without a petulant prompt from Santos for all three.

She's become the emotional equivalent of a triage nurse over the last few weeks. After every apprehension or difficult job, she and Olivia carefully assess me or the men to see what toll had been taken while we were away from them. She'll then offer a smile, two ears to listen, or trustingly allow some one-on-one time with Olive to those she decides needs a smiling, cooing reminder that there are things in this world that aren't completely fucked up.

Needless to say, my women are heavily sought after by my men, even off duty ... which has led to some late nights in the control room that have had more to do with pizza than work. And when the newly wed Kane showed up unexpectedly at Rangeman's door, she welcomed him into her fold like she's been a member of our team all along.