Help Her

Fathers and Sons

*Unknown Restaurant*

The entirety of the Intelligence Unit had joined Trudy in celebrating her 25th year on the force and the group was currently seated around a circular table, playing two truths and a lie.

"So, okay, uh, graduated magna cum laude from Loyola, played varsity soccer in high school, sang karaoke with Mike Ditka at Franky's Tavern; You Don't Send Me Flowers, Barbra Streisand, Neil Diamond, go." The Desk Sergeant listed, not even sparing her best friend a glance. "Ana, shut up."

The brunette, who currently had one of Hank's arms around her, rested her head on his shoulder and smirked.

"Okay. Ditka don't do karaoke so that's the lie." Kevin decided, firmly, and Hailey pointed at him in agreement.

"No, definitely not. It's soccer. The woman hates moving." Kim retorted.

"Yeah, there's no way you played varsity soccer in high school." Jay snorted.

"Well, they didn't even have girls' soccer back then, so. . ." Antonio trailed off and everyone else erupted into laughter.

Kim stood up and reached accross the table to high-five her partner. Even Hank was grinning.

"I mean who was your coach?" The elder Detective inquired, playfully. "Jesus?"

"Oh, my God." Adam snickered.

"You're just gonna sit there and let them do this to me?" Trudy scoffed in mock-hurt as she looked over at Ana.

"You told me to shut up." The brunette pouted like a 5 year-old.

Hank chuckled and gently kissed the side of her head.

"Alright, alright, what is it?" Adam wondered.

"It's the Loyola thing. I dropped out after two years so I could move to LA with my boyfriend. I played keyboards in a heavy metal rock band called Black Ice." Trudy explained. "What could possibly go wrong?"

Hank's arm suddenly disappeared and Ana looked up to see him frowning at his buzzing phone screen. The brunette sat up straight so he could walk a few feet away to answer it.

"25 years, I think that's pretty amazing." Kim remarked.

"Yeah, well, it's actually insane and, by the way, it feels more like 50 so get out while you can." The Desk Sergeant warned, jokingly.

"Hey, guys, sorry to break up the party." Hank apolgized as came back over to the table. "I got a call from the CI. Drug mule just showed up at his motel. We gotta roll."

Everyone stood up and grabbed their things.

*District 21: Bullpen*

Their time at the motel resulted in one offender shot to death and the recovery of a disemboweled young female.

"All right, this was found on the back of Gloria's hand. I'm guessing it's one of those invisible nightclub stamps." Adam reported while taping a picture of it to the whiteboard.

"Okay, but why would a girl with a kilo worth of blow inside of her walk into that nightclub?" Kevin wondered.

"Manifest came in from Customs, guys. I got the name of the John Doe." Jay spoke up from his desk. "It's Miguel Lopez, age 29. Lists his recent place of employment as the Scorpion Club. Occupation: bartender."

"Anything on this girl he gutted, Gloria Sanchez?" Hank inquired.

"Yeah, also Scorpion Club. Occupation: dancer." The male Detective replied.