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Yeah! Come on!

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

Hey.

Oh. I love your music.

Thank... Thank you.

H-How are you...

Detectives.

Oh.

You're here.

I live here.

I went to bed at 1:00,
and you still weren't home.

Oh, I came home around then.

I must have just missed you.

Trivia went late.

And how was trivia?

Amazing.

I came up with this obscure
fact about Josephine Baker,

so I'm feeling pretty good about myself.

You are such a smooth liar.

And I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

All that undercover training.

I'm not lying.

I saw Tim drop you off.

Thank God.

I am so over coming
up with cover stories.

Okay. Why the big secret?

You're both single.

I mean,
we're just keeping it under wraps

until we figure things out.

Well, if you ever need me to,
uh, clear out for the night,

you know, play my music real loud,
just let me know.

We're not sleeping together.

Why not?

We're taking it slow.

We want to do this right.

So you're not sure how you feel?

No. I know exactly how I feel.

I mean,
this is the most amazing relationship

I've been in since ever.

Okay. And you're waiting why, again?

Morning.

Morning.

Um...

Tonight is the night.

Oh. Really?

Yes, really.

My place or yours?

Jealous dog or nosy roommate?

Tamara knows.

What? You told her?

No, she has eyes. I didn't have to.

But, she is staying at
her friend's tonight, so...

Hey.

Coincidence. I was just gonna call you.

Lopez needs Aaron's
help on a surveillance,

so I was thinking,

why don't you two ride together today?

- Great.
- Yeah, whatever you need, sir.

Great.

Mm, this is gonna be awkward.

It doesn't have to be.

We've ridden together hundreds of times.

Never as a couple.

On the streets, we won't be.

So are you telling me
you're not gonna be

thinking about tonight?

Not at all.

- Thank you.
- Me neither.

I can't tell you about
the Elijah investigation.

I know.

I just need to make
sure someone is on it.

Wesley, a major drug kingpin,

just used the LAPD,
to take out two of his rivals.

Quite a few someones are on it.

He's not done with me, or Angela.

I know,
the lawsuits made that very clear.

The lawsuits, were a game.

He doesn't care about her badge,

or my family's money.

He wants to torture us.

And then quite possibly kill us.

That does not change the fact

that we cannot have this conversation.

Are you hassling Harper about Elijah?

No, I'm trusting the process.

I said nothing. I was never here.

Good.

Remember, the nanny's staying late.

- Date night.
- How could I forget?

So, who are we surveilling?

His name's Serrano Rivers.

I got a tip from a CI
that he's running guns.

It's not enough for a warrant, but...

But maybe he'll screw
up and we can catch it.

It's weak, but it's all I got.

- Let's do it.
- All right.

I could tell Grey that
I got food poisoning.

Just to get out of riding with me?

Yeah, I mean, I get the day off,

we avoid all this weirdness.

- Wins all around.
- You're overthinking this.

We leave our personal life at the door,
just like always.

Oh.

And you can just, shut it off?

At 7:59, I'm your girlfriend.

At 8:01, I'm...

I'm your what? Your subordinate?

- Yeah.
- Really? Hmm.

What?

My duty belt. My Taser
is on the wrong side.

Normally, you would be all
over me for something like this.

- You did that on purpose?
- Mm-hmm.

You don't do Tim Tests. I do Tim Tests.

Well,
that's 'cause this isn't a Tim Test.

It's a Lucy Lesson.

And admit it,
you are taking it easy on me.

We're not even on duty yet,
and our dynamic has changed.

Get in the car.

It's called a shop.

You wanted to see us?

See, a prisoner's en route
to St. Stephen Hospital.

He's donating a kidney.

And you want us to help stand guard?

The guy must be pretty bad if

the sheriffs can't handle it themselves.

It's Oscar Hutchinson.

You got to be kidding me!

Wait, who's Oscar Hutchinson?

He is the worst person in the world.

I'm sorry. My-My brain broke a little.

Did you say he's donating a kidney?

Yes, his daughter, Ashley,
had a kidney infection

which resulted in
end-state renal disease.

So, our Oscar Hutchinson,
is donating a kidney

just out of the kindness of his heart?

I don't buy it either.
He has some play here.

Hospital does have lower
security than the prison does.

And all the drugs and
sharp objects he could want.

So round up whoever you need, okay?

Don't let your guard down for a second.

All right.

Let's split up.

Greg, Emma,
you guys set up at the nurses' station.

I want three of you
on the north hallway,

three of you on the south hallway.

Hospital security already
has the staircases covered.

Thanks.

All of this for one man?

Yes.

One man convicted of murder
and multiple violent felonies.

One man who has escaped a prison convoy,

stabbed our friend Wesley,
and escaped federal agents.

Now, he is selfish,
amoral, brutal, unethical,

ruthless, unconscionable, and selfish.

Already said selfish.

Yes, I did,
because he really, really is.

Lambert,
Juarez. Anything we need to know?

Nothing out of the ordinary for Oscar.

He already hit on three nurses

and picked his handcuffs
with a pen he stole.

I hear you got a history.

That's an understatement.

Hi, John.

Uh, what, no get-well gift?

I was hoping for chocolates.

You can't eat them anyway,
too close to surgery.

Well, there's teddy bears, balloons.

You are aware of my heroic
and unselfish act here, yes?

The last thing you are is selfless.

This is all a ploy.

We're simply here to make
sure you don't succeed.

He only sees the bad in people.

Whereas I, on the other hand,
only see the good.

And you are looking very good to me.

You didn't tell me you had
such a sexy rookie, John.

Bailey must be jealous.

Okay. Maybe quit staring.

You're freaking me out.

She's freaking me out.

You're gonna die.

Nice. Nice try.

I've been threatened by
girls a lot tougher than you,

- and taller.
- I-It is not a threat.

Death is coming for him.

All right.

Okay, she's for real?

When it comes to Officer Juarez,

I've come to trust her instincts.

If she says you're gonna die,

I-I'd be worried.

Well, hell,

we're all gonna die, right?

Yeah, some of us sooner than others.

Okay. Can we swap Harper back in?

'Cause she's a lot less creepy.

We're not here for your comfort, Oscar.

We're here to arrest you
when you try to escape.

And endanger the life of my daughter?

You misjudge me.

I don't have any ulterior motives.

I'm here as a father.

He's extorting me.

I had to put $50 in his
prison commissary account

before he'd even pick up the phone.

He says after the surgery,
I owe him $100 a week.

I am so sorry about that.

At least he's going
through with the surgery.

I thought I was gonna
be in dialysis until I died.

I had just gotten out of prison,

finally got my life together,
then this hit.

I heard you had your sentence
reduced for good behavior.

Seems like you've learned your lesson.

Yeah...

"Don't be like Dad."

Don't worry. As soon as this is over,

I am done with shady dirtbag criminals.

- You brought flowers?
- Yeah.

Uh, this is Duke, my boyfriend.

- Hey.
- "Get well, Mom."

Mix up at the florist.

Aaron, any movement at the back?

All quiet.

It must be nice being a criminal.

Just sleep in every morning.

I can only imagine.

We left Jack with Patrice last weekend,
went up to Ojai,

I still woke up at 5:00.

Today, I slept until 5:30.
I am feeling pretty good.

Your burrito okay?

Yeah, it was fine.

Ugh,
I might be coming down with something.

I've felt off the last couple days.

Hm.

Um, I'm gonna get some antacids.

- Do you want anything?
- No, I'm good.

Okay.

You're kidding.

Hey.

So...

You haven't noticed?

That you're carrying your
coffee in your gun hand?

Of course I did.

I just haven't said anything, because

these Lucy Lessons are pointless.

You really don't think
you're treating me differently?

You're not a rookie.

You want to change up your duty belt,

carry your coffee in your right hand,
it's up to you.

You know, this isn't about us.

I'd give Thorsen the same leeway.

Mm?

Officers, you have to do something, man.

This guy over here is
destroying my business.

Okay. What's the problem?

I do everything right,

a-and he just parks a
van and throws up a sign.

Really?

You called the cops?

His customers are coming to me
because my product's

better and cheaper.

You can afford to undercut me,

because you don't
pay the taxes, or rent.

Sir,
we're gonna need to see your paperwork.

Is my bag out there?

Yes, your bag is out here.

I'm guessing the keys
to your van are in there?

Maybe.

I don't have time for this.

Control, 7-Adam-100.

Start a tow truck to my location.

Okay.

The transplant team is on the way.

They should be here within
the next couple of hours.

And you'll let us know
when it's go time?

- Of course.
- Thanks.

So, I had no idea

that, uh, foreseeing someone's
death was one of your powers.

It's not like I actually
saw him die in my mind.

It's more of a...

Like a feeling, like a sense.

- Of what?
- Just total darkness.

Hey!

Come on! Get off! Get off! Come on.

Get! Get!

Hands. Give me your hands.

What did you do?

What did I do?

I was just sitting here.

You seriously don't remember me?

I did 10 years because of you!

Well,
you're gonna have to be more specific.

I've thrown a lot of
guys under the bu...

Rod Carmichael. You haven't aged a day.

Damn.

Get him out of here.

Let's go. Come on, move.

Looks like I beat your prophecy.

No.

What do you mean, no?

I just survived an attempted murder.

Yeah, and yet nothing's changed.

Death is still coming for you.

I'm sorry. I'm confused.

It's not that someone stole the uniform.

The orderly actually works here?

Yeah, for the past seven years.

Got out of prison,
turned his life around.

And now he's thrown it all away.

Oscar tends to have
that effect on people.

Of all the hospitals in the city,

and he ends up in one where
someone wants him dead.

What are the odds?

Pretty solid, actually.

Yeah, the city's lousy with people
who want to see Oscar dead.

Well, I need to examine him,

make sure it's still
safe to do the surgery.

Of course.

You really think
Oscar's still in danger?

Of dying? Yes.

But I can't tell how.

I mean, it could just as easily
come from a heart attack.

- Or during a transplant surgery.
- Mm-hmm.

Duke.

Uh, hey, Officers.

Ashley's room's one more down.

Right. Um.

I just, you know, get lost.

Ooh. Ashley must have gotten
her taste in men from her mom.

Okay, so we are citing you out,

which means we will not
be taking your fingerprints

or your mug shots

as long as you promise
to show up in court.

Anything to get out of here.

Wait a minute.

- Where are my earrings?
- I put them in the bag.

Sure you did.

They're a half-carat each.

I didn't take your earrings.

I know they were in there.

Must be a nice perk of the job.

Pocket whatever catches your eye.

Sir, no one stole anything.

This is robbery.

Wait a minute, you had your gun.

This is armed robbery.

I'm sure your earrings will turn up.

And we'll call you when we have them.

I want a receipt.

We don't issue receipts.

Look, it's all in the report.

If you want to file a complaint,
you can do so at the front desk

on your way out.

I didn't take the earrings.

I know.

This stuff happens sometime.

No, it doesn't, not to me.

God, I've been so focused on us.

Did I screw up?

You're kidding.

You're not kidding?

I thought you decided
you were done having kids.

Yeah, I decided. An-and...

I took the pill and
went on with my life,

and somehow Wesley manifested this.

Okay. He's a lawyer, not a wizard.

No. He wanted Jack to have a sibling.

He made this happen.

Siblings are fun.

Lila loves being a big sister.

It's not that. It's just,

Jack just started
sleeping through the night.

It felt like I almost had
my life back under control.

- Mm.
- I'm sorry.

Ugh, it's him.

Target's on the move.

It's not here.

Let's check the lockers again.

We checked them twice already.

We'll keep checking until we find them.

Wait. O-Okay. Okay, look.

You need to file a
memorandum with the chief.

It's protocol. I get it.

We're not there yet.

Well, how long can it wait?

I have discretion with things like this.

We find the earrings,
no paperwork necessary.

But if we don't,
you need to report me to IA.

Maybe janitorial swept them up.

Duke.

You, uh, get turned around again?

Yeah.

Man, this, uh...

This place is confusing.

I'm just trying to find the bathroom.

End of the hall, you make a right.

You're the best.

What are you doing? Show me your hands.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

He's having a seizure. What do we do?

Put him on his side.

- He take anything?
- He took everything.

Ashley?

I-Is Duke okay?

Well, he had a seizure from
taking a medicine cabinet's

worth of prescription pills.

Uh, there was blood pressure medication,

antibiotics, Vicodin.

I think there was
an industrial-strength laxative there.

He's lucky he didn't die.

Is... Is he under arrest?

Yes, yes, we will process him

just as soon as he's
cleaned up and released.

I thought it was weird
he kept wandering off, but,

I-I never imagined he was treating

the patient rooms like a pill buffet.

Honey, of course you didn't.

It's an incredibly stupid move.

I know what you're thinking...

I picked a guy just like my dad.

Well, yeah, only dumber.

Uh, we did notice the similarities.

Good news is they're about
to come get you for surgery,

and this will all be over soon.

Right. I'm gonna go check on Oscar.

Excuse me. We all set for the surgery?

My team is prepped and ready to go.

The sooner we get this guy
out of my hospital, the better.

- Where were you?
- Bathroom.

Hospital is full of cops,
and he's cuffed to the bed.

- What's he gonna do?
- Hey, guess what.

GrubMonkey delivers to the hospital.

This means you're gonna
have to delay the surgery, right?

Yes, for at least 12 hours.

Oh, my, that's right.

I wasn't supposed to eat.

I am so sorry.

I was just so hungry.

But, you know...

since we're not having
the surgery tonight,

do you think I can have dessert?

Serrano might be
meeting someone in there.

Clubs are a good place to talk business.

Interferes with any listening device.

Or he just likes to party.

Think I went dancing here a few times.

It was called something else, though.

Oh, yeah. I remember those days.

Night starts at 10:00,
stumble home at 3:00.

Or not at all.

I kept a whole wardrobe in my car.

That was me.

I miss feeling like my life is my own.

Mm.

If you need someone to go inside

and keep an eye on him, I'm available.

Party on your own time.

We need to be ready
to move when he does.

How much longer are
we gonna follow this guy?

A couple hours.

Angela,
we have spent the entire day on him.

You missed date night.

I know. We'll bail soon.

One overnight bag, as promised.

Thank you.

No problem. Hey, Oscar.

How you doing, girl?

You know, it must be hard

knowing that it's just a matter of time

before Nolan cheats on you with his new,
hot rookie.

Wow.

That was a really lame
attempt to get under my skin.

You feeling okay?

Oscar just found out he's doomed to die.

- Cancer?
- Celina.

Celina what?

Well, just foresaw Oscar's death.

Oh, yeah. He's, uh, toast.

Oh, well, in that case,
stay away from him tonight.

- I won't.
- Yeah, me, too.

You making your rookie work overtime?

Oh, no,
I offered. I could use the extra cash.

Oh, I had a feeling.

There's an extra toothbrush
and a makeup kit in the bag.

You're the best.

- Call me if you need anything.
- I will.

Oh, if he comes home
with so much as a bruise,

I will hunt you down and strangle you

with your own intestines.

You're a lucky man.

Don't I know it.

Sorry, I meant to be out of here by now.

Mm.

Don't worry about it.

We canceled our date.

What happened?

Well, Tim and I rode together today,

and it really drove home
all of the problems with

dating your boss.

It did seem tricky, but,

I didn't want to say anything.

Does that mean you guys are breaking up?

No.

We'll figure out how to make it work.

Great.

How?

Okay.

He really shouldn't be sleeping.

Oh, no, he's, um...

He's got a new baby at home.

Figured I'd let him catch a few.

Ah. And how are you holding up?

Well, we're getting time and a half,
right?

- Ah, yes, we are.
- Then I'm good.

- I'll be right back.
- Mm-hmm.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving. This was stupid.

I never should have gotten
involved with Oscar again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Maybe we should just take a breath.

He's using me.

This is all just an excuse

so he can get out of
jail for a couple days.

Yes, and that's best-case scenario.

Worst-case involves
three dead hospital staff

and an international manhunt.

Then why am I here?

Because if you wait
it out on the donor list,

you might never find a match.

I'll take my chances.

I don't want anything from him.

I thought,

everything was going to be okay.

That maybe he'd had a change of heart.

And then I find out,

he ordered a hamburger to get out of it.

I mean, who does that?

I'm his daughter.

I know. And you can't force him

to have parental instincts.

I get it. Look,
I thought my dad was a loser.

But yours is on an
entirely different level,

and you don't deserve any of this.

I was just deluding myself.

He'll never go through with the surgery.

That may be true,

but...

I think somewhere deep down,

Oscar does have affection for you.

And I'll be here,

doing everything I can
to make sure he stays on track.

So...

Maybe you can just stick it out.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, look, it's Nostradamus.

Any more good news for me?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you earlier.

You didn't.

And yet you sabotaged your surgery

to keep from going under the knife.

Oh, please.

I was hungry, so I ordered a burger.

And I'm an anarchist.

Okay.

You know, it's cute the way you think

you can get inside my head.

You can't.

Nobody can.

Okay.

Honey, I've been at risk of
dying since I was in diapers.

I'm very comfortable with the feeling.

Is that why you betray everyone

so they don't have a chance to hurt you?

Duh.

What?

It's possible,

that doing something

selfless, is the only thing
that can change your fate.

Does Nolan know you're this devious?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

It's late. We should go.

Yeah.

Thanks for helping out with this.

I feel like I wasted everyone's time.

Well, sometimes it just doesn't pan out.

Don't worry about it.

You lied to me!

Look, I got a tip, that Serrano
was working for Elijah,

- and I knew that if I told you...
- Did you learn

nothing from last time?

He's getting his car. We should go.

No. You are ruining this
investigation by just being here.

- Nyla...
- Get out of the car.

- What?
- Get out of the damn car!

Show me your hands!

Don't shoot.

Why are you following me?

It's my job.

- If I may?
- Slowly.

"In-house Investigation for..."

You gotta be kidding me.

You work for Elijah Stone?

For his law firm.

My job was to follow you,

make sure you were
steering clear of him.

And, oops, you weren't.

Can I go now?

Tell your boss I said hello.

Tell her yourself,

'cause you're gonna see her real soon.

Lucy, your boyfriend's here.

Did she tell you I
figured it out on my own?

I'd make a great detective.

I have no doubt.

Hey.

I thought we canceled.

Uh, we didn't.

Oh.

I'll be in my room.

Listen, I-I've been going
over things from today.

What if,

someone found the earrings

a-and assumed they
belonged to a female officer

so they left them in the
women's locker room?

Yeah, I checked already. I mean,
come on.

Y-You have to report it now.

- I know.
- I mean, if it was Aaron,

you would have reported him already.

I know, but it's not Aaron.

I-It's you.

And you can't be objective
when it comes to me, right?

Mm-hmm.

And thus endeth the Lucy Lesson.

What?

- The earrings were never missing?
- Nope.

I set them aside, and I gave
them back to Sergio after work.

That's evil, and impressive, and evil.

I know,
but you weren't facing the problem.

Okay, well, now I am.

So what do we do?

There she is.

We were just talking about you.

I hope you get double working this late.

Don't worry about me.

You two have been stalking my client.

We were surveilling a known gun-runner

who led us to your client.

I'm supposed to believe

you weren't already trying to link them.

We weren't.

Already repeating a
pattern of harassment.

I mean,
you're practically doing my job for me.

Okay. I know this is a game to you.

You live in a gated community

with all the security
that money can buy.

But Elijah is waging a war

that can kill countless
people when he's done.

How can you not care about that?

I'm protecting my client against
a campaign of police harassment.

Keep this up,

and I will have all of your badges.

- Sir...
- Stop.

I don't want to hear it.

Go home.

We'll deal with this tomorrow.

Good morning.

Good morning.

This is Dr. Acker.

He'll be observing the procedure today.

Great. I can verify
Oscar hasn't eaten a bite.

- He's ready for surgery.
- You're sure?

If he got away from you at any point,
we can delay again.

It's not a problem.

That won't be necessary.

Wonderful.

I'll notify the team.

Great. Nice to meet you.

You too.

- She seem a little different to you?
- Yeah, like, nervous.

And that doctor was giving
me a really weird vibe.

Totally.

- What?
- "Weird vibes"...

I'm rubbing off on you.

Yeah.

Let's check with the hospital,

make sure that doctor
is on the up and up.

We only have two real options.

Break up or one of
us leaves Mid-Wilshire.

It should be me.

No. No, you love it here.

No, I do, but,

there isn't an open
sergeant supervisor job

anywhere else in the division.

I checked.

Which means you would
have to take a demotion.

And that's not happening.

- So...
- Lucy, I...

No, it'll be fine.

Rookies leave their first station

after making P2 all the time.

That's true.

So this is the best move, right?

Maybe. But we don't
need to decide right now.

How you feeling?

Good. Oscar's ready?

He'll be right behind you.

You were right.

The new doctor is not a doctor.

I ran a surveillance still
of him through ViCAP.

His name is Troy Hoffman.

Multiple priors, in and out of prison,

including a stint with Oscar.

Do you think he's here
to help Oscar escape?

I don't know.

But he certainly has
leverage on Oscar's doctor.

I mean, we can cancel the surgery,
regroup.

I don't want to spook anybody
till we know what's going on.

We need to separate
Troy from the doctor.

- Can you run interference?
- Piece of cake.

Let's go.

Well, Oscar, how does it feel to

finally do something good for a change?

Awful. Never again.

I'm sorry. I-I know you're busy,

but I-I've been having
this pain on my side.

Do you think it's cancer?

Unlikely.

Well, you can't be certain
without examining me, right?

I looked it up online.

Or, uh, Cast Syndrome.

Cast Syndrome. That...
That seems really bad.

Who is this guy? We
know he's not a doctor.

Three men broke into
my house last night.

They're holding my family hostage.

If I don't kill Oscar
during the surgery,

they say I'll never see them again.

I'm sorry. What?

Uncuff me from this bed,
Nolan. I want to get off.

Shut up.

We need to get this guy off the board

before he can warn his friends.

All I'm asking for is your gut instinct.

- Is it fatal?
- No.

Now get out of my way.

Hands up.

That's right.

So what's your protocol?

Your guys waiting for you to call them?

Go screw yourself.

The only way her family lives,

is if Oscar dies.

What did I ever do to you?

Betrayed my brother
to the Southern Front.

Got him shanked to death in prison.

I'm sorry. I'm gonna need
a little more specificity,

like maybe a name or a year.

Okay. That doesn't matter right now.

And you are the worst
person in the world.

Get his phone.

Looks like he's been
calling every half an hour.

Last phone call was 20 minutes ago.

All units, possible hostage situation

at the home of Dr. Charlene Bernard.

- The address is...
- 19531 Mission Mile Road.

7-Adam-100.

We're half a mile from there.
Code 3 silent to possible 207.

Hurry. They're waiting on a phone call.

In nine minutes they're
gonna know something's wrong.

It's one house up on the left.

All right, we'll cut through there.

We'll approach through the backyard.

Control, 7-Adam-100.

Code 6 at 207.

Tell backup that we're gonna
come in through the rear.

7-Adam-100.207, one suspect in sight.

We have exigent circumstances
and are entering the premises.

Drop the gun!

You okay?

- Clear.
- Clear.

7-Adam-100, 207 suspects in custody.

Code 4.

7-Adam-100, copy.

Nice job.

That means you are
officially under arrest,

and you have a surgery to get to.

If, you are still up for it.

Are you kidding?

I'll do what I have to

to get this psychopath
out of my hospital.

Okay, hold on, hold on.

I have been severely
traumatized by this.

I'm gonna need at least a couple of days

before I am emotionally ready

for any kind of medical procedure.

No problem.

While you recover,
we'll just call everyone

you've ever wronged and
tell them where to find you.

You wouldn't do that.

She wouldn't do that.

If she doesn't, I will.

Fine, surgery it is.

There he is.

Out of prison two days,

and already two people
have tried to murder you.

Is it weird that I'm flattered?

Clearly, I make an impact on people.

So did polio.

Oscar,
I've given up trying to figure out

what makes you tick.

Well, what's the verdict, Miss Cleo?

Am I still gonna die?

Eventually.

But, the darkness that
surrounded you has receded.

- For now.
- Don't worry.

Soon enough, I'm sure you'll
be back in someone's cross-hairs.

Well, I'd be lying if I said

that this whole experience has given me

a fresh outlook on the world.

But it has made me realize that

no matter what happens to me,

a piece of me lives on in my daughter.

Unless her body rejects
it for being too toxic.

Sticks and stones, Nolan.

Incidentally, the deal you
forced your daughter to make,

about putting money
into your account weekly,

that's not gonna happen.

She owes you nothing.

Disappointing, but understandable.

Can I interest you in my CI services?

For a reasonable weekly rate,

I can rat out a cornucopia
of prison-based criminality.

Hmm. No, thanks.

What about you, Officer Juarez?

As a rookie, you need to
build a network of informants.

And nobody's more of a
rock star at informing, than me.

- What?
- Nothing.

Oh. Ha.

Hmm. That's funny.

We should go. Now.

No, seriously, I'm not worried.

Like, not at all.

Can't con a con man.

I owe you an apology.

Definitely.

I lied to you,

I put you in a terrible situation,

and I endangered the investigation.

- And?
- I'm sorry.

And?

I'm scared.

I check on Jack 12 times a night.

Every time the phone rings,

I worry it's a cop standing
over Wesley's body.

Elijah is coming for us,

and they're counting
on me to protect them.

That is what he wants you to think.

You are playing his game,

but you have to be smarter.

And you have to know
that I have got this.

I know you do.

Okay.

Nice work today.

You, too.

It's not a bad way to
end our partnership...

saving a family.

Yeah.

Although, we're...

We're still not partners.

I mean, on the job anyway.

It's gonna be so weird

going to a different station,

knowing I'm not gonna see you all day.

Yeah.

And there's no guarantee
that our shifts will sync up.

I hadn't thought of that.

Wait, wait,
wait. So by doing the right thing,

we're gonna see each other a lot less?

- Most likely, yeah.
- No.

I'm gonna put in my transfer
request in the morning.

Before you ask me how my day was

or why I was out so late last night...

I can't tell you.

Okay.

Can you tell me why an
obstetrician appeared in our calendar?

- I put that in the shared calendar?
- Yeah.

Okay. Well...

we're having a baby.

Happy now?

Very.

But I know you don't feel ready.

I don't.

And the timing could not be
worse with Elijah back in play.

I know.

It's not ideal, but we can handle it.

Of course we can.

Your vasectomy appointment's on the 7th.

- Got a minute?
- Sure.

I've been keeping something from you.

Lucy and I, started dating,
a few weeks ago.

I suspected as much.

Sir, we wouldn't have lied,

but we needed time to
figure out how we felt.

And since we're having this talk,

I assume it's serious.

It is.

But, for it to be appropriate,

I need to move out of
her chain of command.

Okay.

Unfortunately,
there's only one position open

that will do that.

I'll take it.

It's not a great job.

Doesn't matter.

I'll take it.

So, I've been thinking.

Hollywood division
would be kind of ideal.

Well, it's not necessary.

I talked to Grey.

And you're looking at the
new Court Liaison Sergeant.

But that's a desk job.

Yeah.

Out of your chain of command.

You'll be bored out of your mind.

That doesn't matter.

Look, you and I will get to
see each other every day,

a-and you won't have to travel to some,

I don't know, far away station
where they're gonna make you

work the midnight shift
because you're a newbie.

- Tim, it's...
- It's done.

Okay?

No sense in arguing about it.

But we're so good at arguing.

I know.

But I'm hoping that

we're good at certain
other things as well.

Oh?

Want to find out right now?

Yeah.

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