This is the story of Patrick Florrick, who in 1925 opened a fish store in Chicago: "Pat's Fishes" so imaginative, I know. His business blossomed thanks to his fair prices, good products and also because he was hiding liquor for the mob…Allegedly.

Pat Florrick married a young woman named Gretchen Kowalczyk, he would nickname her "Gracie" because he thought Gretchen sounded kinda Jewish. Yikes. Anyway, they had a son and they named him Patrick Florrick Jr, but the baby died a few months later after being born. The couple tried again but the result was multiple miscarriages. Finally, they had another baby boy, he was healthy and strong. They named him John.

The family thrived, they bought a new house, the business grew, they enrolled John in the best schools and to top it all, Patrick became an alderman. But one night in 1955 it all came undone when a private detective knocked at their door looking for good old Pat. It turned out he was really from New Jersey, he had abandoned his wife and 3 kids and changed his name. Amazing what one could get away with back then. Pat ran away again instead of facing the consequences.

John and his mom were heartbroken by the betrayal but they also wanted to save face. So John, who was fresh out of law school, used his new influences to "kill his dad". The Florricks said Patrick died in a car accident outside Illinois and sold Pat's Fishes. Goodbye Pat, we hardly knew ya!

This is the story of John Florrick who always excelled at everything he did. He was top of his class in Northwestern, he quickly got a job in a top law firm, he was the ace in his baseball team! The women loved him and he loved them. By the beginning of the 60's John set himself a big goal: he wanted to be a judge. He considered himself a fair man with great knowledge of the law. He even dream about being on the Supreme Court one day, but one step at the time. First, he was told he couldn't be single, he had to settle down and get married. John didn't care for his ex girlfriends who were still available. He wanted someone new (a virgin?), someone sophisticated, someone old fashioned, he found her typing away as secretary in training: 22 years old Jacqueline Hamilton. John courted her and they were married one year later, and had a child one year after that. It was a girl. They named her Ann. John wasn't good at hiding his disappointment at Ann, but he quickly got his wish granted when Jackie gave him a baby boy. John wondered for a while if he should name his son John Florrick Jr. But he remembered the story about his dead baby brother and decided Jr. wasn't a good idea. So he picked the name Peter.

John was very happy with his family, except Ann, why couldn't she behave like a lady? He became a judge and enjoyed his status in society. And sure, the Judge didn't care for the counterculture of the 60's and 70's but he sure enjoyed liberated women and their active sexual lives. The Judge always justified his affairs because he was a man with needs and because no matter what, he always returned to his wife Jackie.

The 80's came around and Ann surprised her parents leaving the house on her 18th birthday. It hurt John but he still had his boy Peter with him.

In the 90's the Judge slowed down, he spent his time enjoying his richness: Going out to a fancy restaurant, vacations in Florida, golfing, buying a new car. He didn't make it to the Supreme Court but he got to see his son get married and gave him grand kids. One day his doctor found an abnormal bump, the Judge had cancer, it was too late. Judge John Florrick died peacefully knowing he did good in this world…except, you know, for how he treated his daughter, cheating on his wife, his unproportionate sentences against people of color and alleged bribes. All rise for the Judge!

This is the story of Peter Florrick. As soon as he was born, Peter was in the spotlight. His parents loved him more than anything, they gave him constant affection but they also expected everything for him. He learned to avoid his parents' pressure by being charming. Peter didn't finish his homework but he drew a flower for his mom; Peter didn't have straight A's but he was student president; Peter disobeyed his curfew but the next day he made breakfast for everyone. He always had a deal and a smile ready.

Peter tried to teach his sister Ann to negotiate with their parents like him, but she wasn't up for it. The day Ann left the house she told him she'd be back for wedding and funerals. For all intents and purposes, Peter was now an only child.

As a young adult Peter was responsible with his freedom. Not too many parties, no too much drugs, and sex? Well, Peter was a romantic. He knew the difference between fucking and making love. So when Peter met Alicia Cavanaugh in Georgetown, he was patient, he waited for his shot; their romance started strong and he fell in love with her pretty quickly, when Alicia told him she was pregnant, Peter didn't hesitate in marrying her. They had a son, they named him Zachary. No, Peter Florrick Jr, wasn't an option.

When Peter attended the Democratic convention, (you should've seen him dance the macarena) he decided to change careers and since he liked to be in the spotlight, he decided to be a politician and used all his smarts and charms to help the good people of Chicago. And he did it with fairness, self-sacrifice, and bwa ha ha ha! No. He did the job but always with an angle. Always something for him. Do you think he could afford all those nice things with a public official salary and only smart investments? His backdoor dealings got him in prison, he recovered, became governor and screwed it up again, it cost him his wife, but Peter, always the romantic, didn't wait long to get a new woman by his side and a new high position job.

In the end, he couldn't stop himself from one more deal and make it back to the spotlight: the Chicago Bears announced a new stadium, Peter's company wanted the billionaire contract, the former governor used his connections and greased some hands to make it happen for his bosses. Except he got caught, got arrested, made bail and next thing *BAM* he got his brains blown out. Go bears!

And then there was Zach Florrick…