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#IMPORTANT NOTES#This is a Station 19/Grey's Anatomy/The InBetween Crossover,Robert and Andy never divorced; separated briefly.Pruitt Herrera is ALIVE and re-united with wife ElenaRyan Tanner is ALIVE now an SPD Homicide Detective////////////////////“Farris!!" All eyes tilt up toward the catwalk.“Oh; Hey Chief!”“Did you get what you need?” Sullivan asks.“In a way, Sir…just admirin’ the beauty in your house—the remodelers did one fuck of a job, I’ll tell ya that, Sir.”“Admire it another time, could you?” his very tall and very fit boss suggests with a hint of steel in his voice. “As you
know there’s always something that needs doin’ in a working house.”“Oh, yeah: ‘Karse yer right," Farris smirks. “Good to see allá youse…HERRERA.” He tips an imaginary hat to Andy and departs.“Everyone get back to what you were doing; also it’s 1320 and who’s ever making the soup let’s get ‘hot’ on it.*THIRTEEN MINUTES LATER*A soft tap on his mostly closed office door diverts his attention from his reports...”You’re busy, I can see that, but…
what was THAT about, Robert?” Robert replies “Not following.”“Oh, PLEASE! You’re getting ‘like that’ again! Farris was here on union business--that’s all.”“YOU ‘come on’! The guy is a Senior Captain, meaning he technically out-ranks you, and as we know you have a…
’history’ with sort of thing.”“OK, alright... I’m gonna go ‘cause obviously something’s bothering you and you’re pulling an ‘Andrea’; I’ll be in my
office when you decide to be rational.”xxxxxxxxx"Yo, Tanner!" A fellow homicide detective called from halfway down the hall. Damian Asante walked with Ryan long
enough to pass on some information: "Dickface himself wants a waitress at Joe's Bar re-interviewed about the night
Drew Farris was last seen there: his plan is to link Robert Sullivan to the murder, somehow.""The Ops Chief reaching down to get involved with a murder investigation; that makes sense to you, 'A'?""You're the man who told ME how much he detests Sully. Look, man: keep your head on a swivel; Dickman's
a snake and he'll hang you out to get the Chief into the state pen.""Cool. Thanks, man." On the drive over to the bar conflicting thoughts do battle in Ryan's mind: a successful
prosecution and conviction might clear the way for a reunion with Andy Herrera (Sullivan); such could embitter
her against anyone involved in the arrest and imprisonment of her husband...he shook off those thoughts and
decided that for now, he'd do his job. letting the evidence guide his actions...xxxxxxxxxThe bar/restaurant's manager directs him to the waitress on duty that night: Cassie Bishop. He recognizes her as
Inspector Tom Hackett's adopted daughter ('SHIT! This case is already shaping up as a MAJOR MIGRAINE!', Tanner
thinks to himself). "I have some routine questions about this man," he says, passing a photo of Captain Drew Farris over.
"Was this woman there?""Oh..RIGHT...that's Andy Herrera: she's a regular--well, SHE WAS--before she was married; not so much since. Is she in
trouble?" Cassie asks worriedly."Sorry; I can't comment on an open investigation...what about HIM?""This guy was here...trying to chat up Andy, who was here with a group of her firehouse friends."Tanner asks "Did they seem 'COZY'; GETTING ALONG?"“She was kinda brushin’ him off; ya know ‘cutesy-like’; I didn’t call security or you guys ‘cause they knew each other.”“You’re 100 percent on that?”“Oh, yeah!” Cassie assures them. "Andy said his name: ‘Harris’, maybe?”Tanner asks, “Could it have been ‘Farris’?”“Could've been. It was LOUD, you know…Thursday night and the ‘Hawks were on.”Nodding, Ryan asks one last question: "Was her HUSBAND there that night?"Cassie hedges. "Well...um, Detective...I like Robert and I...I'd hate for anything that I to cause him trouble"-"Look, Ms. Bishop"-"Call me CASSIE""OK--CASSIE;" the detective amends; "If the security cam footage shows him HERE that night; well, I'd have to recommend
obstruction charges...I wouldn't WANT TO, of course"..."OK," Cassie sighs. "Alright...he was here also. He and Farris the guy had...'words' sometime after his wife blew Farris off.
That's all I know...OH, my boss is calling...will that do it?" Tanner releases her after handing her his business card.//////////Before returning to downtown, Tanner made a quick detour: "Hey...Ryan...what-what's up?""Hey. We need to talk--about Sullivan. Can I come in?"In the living room, Ryan asked "He's not here is he?""No.""I probably shouldn't do this but"-" Either spit it out or leave, Tanner"-"Dixon is digging for some reason to have Sullivan arrested and tried for Drew Farris' death. There."Gobsmacked into speechlessness, Andrea gawped at her friend, unsure of what she'd just heard. "The PD is
going after my MAN--MY HUSBAND??! What the FUCK, TANNER!"Ryan said "It's no secret that my asshole boss has a hard-on for Sullivan: the military surplus; the trafficker's house;
the young immigrant kid you, Hughes, and Ross responded to? ICE is still smarting over that incident at the diner and Dixon
ain't too happy with YOU, either. This is gonna get bad, so strap in, OK? I could get in deep shit if it ever got out that I gave you
this heads up.""Don't worry. We're friends, right?"
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"Dixon is digging for some reason to have Sullivan arrested and tried for Drew Farris' death. There."
Gobsmacked into speechlessness, Andrea gawped at her friend, unsure of what she'd just heard. "The PD is
going after my MAN--MY HUSBAND??! What the FUCK, TANNER!"
Ryan said "It's a secret that my asshole boss has a hard-on for Sullivan: the military surplus; the trafficker's house;
the young immigrant kid you, Hughes, and Ross responded to? ICE is still smarting over that incident at the diner
and Dixon ain't too happy with YOU, either. This is gonna get bad, so strap in, OK? I could get in deep shit if it ever
got out that I gave you this heads up."
"Don't worry. We're friends, right?
#SFD HQ-CHIEF LUCAS RIPLEY'S OFC#//////When Victoria's mobile trills she quickly glances at her caller ID and answers "What's up, Babe? How's Sulivan
holding up?""I'M fine; Bobby; you can imagine," he replies. "The pressure's building. Where are you?""Roof." Ripley says to give him 'five' and heads up the stairs...Once there he stands behind her, arms around her middle so that he can breathe in her scent. After a few moments
he says "Sully called a group of barristers in Philadelphia: Keating and Associates. They're costly AND very highly
regarded. Luckily he can afford it. Easily.""Oh? How so?"He hesitates, then reasons that his best friend would not mind Vic knowing: "The insurance settlement from the death
of his parents; and from his first wife's death. Add to that his parents made 'heaps' before their tragic deaths.""WOW...so he's shitting gold bricks?!!"Lucas guffaws. "Let's say; comfortably COMFORTABLY wealthy."Vic wiggles about in his arms until they're facing one another. "He's gonna be OK, right? High-powered 'barristers'
who can bring enough hot shit to back the D.A., down? Plus...he's innocent."Lucas lowers his face to meet her lips: "Plus he's innocent," he echoes. regarded.
//////#SFD HQ-CHIEF LUCAS RIPLEY'S OFC# (2)"Detective, I want to be very clear about something: Robert Sullivan is the best man I have ever known: EVER. At a
certain time in my life I had sunk so low that I--I had very little hope of making it back. Sully shows up and FORCES me back;
he cleans me up and resuscitates my career; MY LIFE , Asante. He's the only one of my 'friends' who went to
bat for me; the only one who put himself on the line to save my career and my life. I'm Chief of this department because of him:
he can walk in here right now and ask me for my bank account, my house..he can have ALL OF IT and not even have to tell me
why. I'll never believe that he murdered a man in the cold, brutal manner that you describe...not ever. I have known him for more
than two decades and murder isn't in him." Lucas' vehemence is infectious; the 'murder police' is genuinely moved.Damian says "He's done it before, in Afghanistan and Iraq: killed coldly and dispassionately. Of course, I realize the huge and
very real difference between war and possibly mutual combat...Sullivan's taken some punches over the last few years--that
and his PSTD may have combined to force him over the edge.""No. Not Sully."//////On his way out, passing The Captain's office Ripley notices Herrera-Sullivan sitting in the dim office, staring at a far wall.
He didn't bother to knock; simply entered and sat in front of her. Shaken out of reverie, Andy whispered "Poor Robert.
He didn't deserve the train wreck I brought into his life. My poor, poor husband...he must have suffered terribly after
I left; felt so alone. At least he had YOU, a-and Webber for support....except neither of you is married to him. That was
MY JOB--I just...j-just...""You lost a baby , Andy. I remember when my Mum lost what would have been my wee brother--she
never recovered. In this instance what you did is understandable: not lashing out because of spite or vengeance
pain and misery. I've spoken to Bobby. He doesn't blame you He needs you Andy...you need to go home.""Yeah. Home." She pushed herself to her feet, gathered her hand and sports bags, and stared past her boss' boss.
"Thanks for looking after my man, Luke. I'll do better, I swear." She wiped the kiss stain off his mouth with her thumb,
remarking "Don't get any IDEAS, Handsome! The last thing I need is for Hughes to come gunning for me!""Too right! Drive safe, and please let Bobby know that we're all thinking of him; also the lead detective gave me
the 'drum' on the copper's suspicions--say it just like that: he'll know what it means."//////Dixon yells to his Executive Assistant, Carlotta (his TWELFTH in as many months): "CARMEN: Get Hackett and
Asante in here--unless 'Taco Tuesday' isn't over!""Yes, ~Cheif~", she replies, her tone on the razor edge of insolence. Muttering curses in Spanish under her
breath the mature Latina beauty places the call as directed then types a quick resignation. "Hijo de tu RE-PINCHE,
RE-PUTA, CULERA MADRE*"//"You called for us, Chief?""Yes; Hackett, Asante...by the way--is Carolina out there?""It's CARLOTTA, Sir...and no," replies Asante."WELL...anyway: is Sullivan in the box?"Asante says "Uhhh...NO, Chief. We're investigating."Dixon stands up and growls: Bring. Him. In.""No, Chief," Hackett objects. "If you want his rights violated and the DOJ down here hours after that, then by all means
have someone ELSE bring him; neither I nor Damian intend to be listed on a civil rights complaint and sued into oblivion.""Whomever you select faces the choice of complying with an illegal order and whatever 'wrath' that you conjure,"
Asante adds. "Also, Chief: we won't stand still if you try to fuck with our careers.""Get out!" Dixon hisses.#LAW OFFICES-PHILADELPHIA PA#Wes Gibbons and Laurel Castillo (assigned to Sullivan's defense team) are cautioned by their boss Annalise to 'keep
it professional-nothing EVER in of the client, the court, or the prosecution. Your 'down time' is your only keep in mind
that this case will be a brutal one and we'll either be in court or preparing for court most of the time."Laurel said "We understand Ms. Keating. We understand what is at stake and we appreciate your trust in us," Laurel
said."Right, Ms. Keating," Wes agreed enthusiastically. "We're grateful for this opportunity."As she left their joint office, Annalise turned back to say "I say this only as fair warning: no one gets second chances
with me. Use your skills and keep your wits about you: you'll be fine.""We will."//In Seattle Andy Herrera answered the telephone at her and Robert's home: "Yes?""Good afternoon; I'm Laurel Castillo from the Law Office of Annalise Keating in Philadelphia...is Mr. Sullivan available,please?""He isn't, I'm sorry. I'm Andrea Sullivan; is it concerning the criminal case? Or, um--can you give me that type of
information?""I can, Mrs. Sullivan: Ms. Keating agreed to take his case, and myself and another associate are scheduled to fly
to Seattle next Thursday: don't worry Ma'am--Ms. Keating will supervise the entire proceeding beginning to
end--on that, you have Ms. Keating's guarantee.""Yes, thank you: I'll let him know."///TRANSLATION(S)///Hijo de tu RE-PINCHE, RE-PUTA, CULERA MADRE*-Son of a WORTHLESS, WHORISH, STINKING BITCH