Ana is walking with Lucy into working, sharing gossip on some couple in IA when Nolan comes over with Jackson following him. He starts talking about how he invited Grace over for dinner.

"So, what are you gonna cook her?" Lucy asks.

"Couple of big-ass steaks and a lovely baked potato." Nolan replies with a smile.

"Definitely sounds like American food," Ana agrees, softly.

"What?" Nolan asks, seeing Jackson and Lucy's looks.

"You know we're in L.A.? She's at least a pescatarian." Jackson says.

"And she definitely doesn't eat carbs." Lucy adds.

"So, no potato?" Nolan questions.

"Your safest bet is a kale salad with a nice piece of salmon." Lucy suggests.

"I love salmon," Ana smiles, softly.

"Man, food used to be so easy. There was only two kinds -- fried and other." Nolan complains.

"Okay, Grandpa." Jackson teases.

Tim walks over, giving a nod to Ana before turning to Nolan.

"There's a lawyer at the front desk for you, boot" Tim says.

"Uh oh, what'd you do?" Lucy asks.

[Timeskip]

Tim and his girls are walking into the roll call room, seeing Smitty wearing a sash that says "Mr. Irrelevant" while being applauded by other officers.

"What's going on?" Lucy asks with Ana furrowing her eyebrows.

"We're celebrating Smitty's last day as Mr. Irrelevant. The sergeants exam happens once every two years. Whoever scores the lowest gets called Mr. Irrelevant 'cause they got no chance at getting promoted." Tim explains.

"So, if this is Smitty's swan song, that means the new scores are gonna be posted soon." Lucy realizes.

"When are they gonna be posted?" Ana asks, softly.

"Tonight." Tim replies.

"That's exciting. You're gonna do great." Lucy grins.

"You got this" Ana agrees, softly.

"No doubt." Tim agrees.

"All right. Party's over. So, Officer Smitty -- these past two years, you have handled your irrelevance with the poise and dignity I expect from a man of -- of little ambition." Grey says, starting roll call.

"Thank you, sir." Smitty replies with a flourish.

"To business. Today is Follow-Up Day. Detectives have several cases that are on the edge of being back-burnered. You're gonna take the day to see if you can breathe new life into them. So, Bradford, Nolan and Chen, you have a three-day-old home invasion. The victim is a former gang member, Nevin Cooper. No forensics, no suspects." Grey assigns.

"We're on it, sir." Lucy nods.

"Lopez and West, you're going to Hancock Park. A statue was stolen from a homeowner's front yard." Grey says, giving Jackson a photo of said statue.

"It looks like a giant turd." Jackson squints at the photo.

"Well, that "turd" is worth a half a million, so track it down." Grey replies.

"Yes, sir.

"Which brings me to Cabrera and Harper," Grey says, turning to Ana, who gives him a smile.

"Actually, sir, Robbery Homicide requested that Officer Cabrera and I follow up on one of their cases." Harper interrupts.

"And how much did you pay for them to request that?" Grey asks, raising an eyebrow.

"That's a very cynical question, sir." Harper replies.

"Seems fair to me. What do you think, Officer Cabrera?" Grey questions, turning to Ana.

"Sounds good to me, sir" Ana agrees, softly.

[Timeskip]

They walk into a convenience store where a man (Jun-Ha) with a bandaged arm is sweeping glass off the floor.

"We're closed." Jun-Ha says, not looking up.

"We're police, sir" Ana says, softly, making Jun-Ha look up at the two officers.

"Uh, we're following up for Detective Calderon. We're just checking in to see if you've thought of anything new that might help us catch the guy who robbed you and killed your wife." Harper explains.

"No. He came inside and hit me right away. I couldn't do anything to stop him. To save her." Jun-Ha replies.

"We're very sorry for your loss, sir, um, you told detectives he was wearing a mask?" Ana questions, softly.

"Yes." Jun-Ha nods.

"He took several hundred dollars from the register and then a bottle of whiskey?" Ana confirms.

"Well, another thing. I didn't notice it until this morning when I started to clean, but there was a new roll of scratchers under the counter. They're not there now. He must have taken them." Jun-Ha remembers.

"Scratch-off lottery tickets?" Harper asks.

"Yes. Um...like these. High value. 500 tickets a roll." Jun-Ha explains.

"Did you report those as stolen?" Ana asks, softly.

"An hour ago." Jun-Ha replies.

"That's how we'll get him," Ana says softly, glancing at Harper.

"Uh, sir, the lottery office will flag all the serial numbers and cancel the tickets. If he tries to redeem a winner, it'll get flagged." Harper elaborates

"Good. I hope you catch him. And I hope he gives you a good reason to kill him." Jun-Ha says, venomously.

"Sir-" Ana starts but Harper stops her.

"We will keep you posted. Uh, if anything else occurs to you, just give us a call." Harper says before guiding Ana out of the convenience store.

"Ma'am, why did you-" Ana starts to ask but Harper interrupts her question.

"It is not our job to police his grief." Harper replies, making Ana nod and realize what she means.

[Timeskip]

"Have you ever played the lottery?" Ana asks, softly.

"Only when the jackpot goes to a billion. You?" Harper questions.

"Everyday while we were hitchhiking through the country, my grandparents would pray over the lottery tickets before scratching them. We never won, my grandparents stopped praying once we moved to LA" Ana explains, softly, her voice growing sadder as she continues.

"I'm not religious or anything, but why did they stop if you got a scholarship at UCLA?" Harper asks.

"Because God didn't do anything, he didn't help me get the scholarship. I worked my butt off since I was born to get to UCLA, there was no religion or good luck, it was all work" Ana replies, softly and a little defensively.

"Makes sense," Harper nods, knowing to drop the topic.

[Timeskip]

"Was your family religious in Cuba?" Harper asks as they walk through the station.

"Catholic, yeah" Ana replies, softly, nodding.

"But you weren't?" Harper questions, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know if God exists or not, but what I do know is that if he does, he doesn't deserve to be praised. What kind of benevolent god kills someone's father right in front of them?" Ana questions.

"Because it got you here, where you're helping people" Harper points out.

Ana sends Harper a little glare but she just looks like an angry kitten.

"And what of Rosalind Dyer? A benevolent god allows someone to rape a sixteen year old?" Ana continues. "And not even me, what kind of benevolent god lets war after war happen, lets people suffer in poverty for years and years, lets evil people destroy entire societies?"

Harper opens her mouth to respond but can't when Smitty comes over.

"Got your suspect in interrogation. Northeast Division caught her trying to cash in one of the stolen scratchers at a 7-Eleven in Los Feliz." Smitty announces.

"Her?" Ana asks, softly, confused.

"Smitty, our killer is a six foot, 200-pound male." Harper describes.

"Well, she's none of those things." Smitty frowns.

[Timeskip]

They're in the interrogation room, interviewing a woman named Chastity.

"I didn't know the scratcher was stolen, okay? I swear." Chastity promises.

"Where'd you get the ticket?" Harper questions.

"Work." Chastity replies.

"Where do you work?" Ana asks, softly.

"The Red Angel." Chastity answers.

Ana and Harper exchange a glance, both knowing that that's a strip club.

"You know, I've had some pretty pathetic tips before, but this is the first one that's landed me in jail." Chastity remarks.

"Relax. You're not under arrest. We just need the name of the guy who gave you the ticket." Harper says.

"I don't know. From the stage, it's just a sea of losers." Chastity replies.

"Does the club have cameras?" Ana questions, softly.

"Not officially." Chastity answers.

"That's a yes. I'll call the club and get the footage sent over, and then you and Chastity can go through every frame and find the guy that tipped her the ticket." Harper says to Ana.

"Sounds good," Ana nods. "Ma'am, if you won't mind staying just a little longer to go over the footage with me and then you can be on your way"

"You're sweet" Chastity flirts, tilting her head at Ana.

"And she's not yours" Harper growls, becoming protective before standing up to go call the club.

[Timeskip]

"Here's one of my signature moves, little one," Chastity says, as they watch the footage.

Ana just nods, clearly uncomfortable.

"You know... I usually dance for guys but I can make an exception for you" Chastity purrs.

"Um... is that the guy?" Ana asks, seeing a man put a lottery ticket into the bucket on the edge of the stage.

"Yeah, that's him," Chastity nods, not even looking at the computer and staring at Ana.

"Great, okay, we can get facial recognition off of that" Ana smiles, sending a picture of the man to the forensics unit to do a facial recognition on the picture.

"So I solved the case?" Chastity asks, her hands all over Ana.

"Yeah, um, high five" Ana says, stepping away from Chastity and holding out her hand for a high five.

Chastity gives her a high five before holding her hand.

"Um... anyway, you can get going, thank you for all of your help" Ana says, softly, struggling to get her hand out of Chastity's grip before finally separating their hands.

Chastity just nods, her eyes roving Ana's body.

[Timeskip]

Ana is called into Grey's office, where Tim and Lucy are.

"What's up, sir?" Ana asks, softly.

"I'm about to tell Tim his Sergeant score, thought you might want to be here when I tell him" Grey replies, giving Ana a subtle wink that makes Ana blush.

"You're number 8 out of 140" Grey announces, making both Ana and Lucy smile and squeal in excitement.

"Yes! I knew it!" Lucy exclaims.

"So you're now Sergeant Bradford," Ana grins, biting her lip, very happy for Tim and also very proud of him, knowing how hard he worked for this.

"I'm not a Sergeant yet, at eight on the list, it'll probably take six months or so" Tim tells the two of them.

"Actually, there's a position opening in North Hollywood. The captain there owes me a big favor. If you want, I can make it happen. You'd start in two weeks." Grey announces.

"T-Two weeks?" Ana asks, softly, exchanging a look with Lucy.

That would mean Tim moving to another station, they wouldn't see him or work with him anymore.

"Uh -- Uh, can I think about this overnight?" Tim asks.

"Yeah, of course. But there's no guarantee you'll get a better opportunity, if you pass this up." Grey reminds him.

Ana chews on her lip, following Tim and Lucy out of the office, fidgeting with her hands.

[Timeskip]

"Harper, Cabrera. Rampart picked up that scratch-off guy from the strip club video." Grey says, walking over to the two.

"Tucker Novak?" Ana asks, softly, having put a BOLO out yesterday night.

"Is that the guy you put a BOLO out on?" Grey asks.

"Yes, sir." Ana replies, softly, nodding.

"Then, yes. He's in Cell 3." Grey answers.

They walk over to Cell 3 and open the door.

"I'm innocent." Tucker blurts out before they can even fully enter the cell.

"Of what?" Harper questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Of whatever y'all about to accuse me of." Tucker responds.

"You went to the Red Angel strip club two nights ago." Ana remarks, softly.

"Nope. Can I have that?" Tucker requests.

"No." Ana says, shaking her head.

"You stole those tickets from the liquor store on Pico, and then you killed the owner." Harper dead pans.

"Whoa! I had nothing to do with that. And I sure as hell didn't kill anybody." Tucker says, defending himself.

"Then who did?" Ana asks, softly, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I want diplomatic immunity. Yeah, see, my father -- he was born in Spain, and they're members of NATO... I think. So -- Yeah. I want diplomatic immunity." Tucker decides.

"Okay. You got it." Ana agrees, lying easily.

"Wait. Really?" Tucker asks, surprised.

"Mm-hmm. Spanish father means you are solid." Harper agrees, sending Ana an approving look.

"Awesome. All right, check this out. My boy Colt gave me a call the other day, said he needed help scratching off 500 lottery tickets. But, hey, he didn't mention no murdered woman." Tucker explains.

"And he just let you keep the winners?" Ana asks, surprised.

"I mean, only the small ones, like I gave that stripper. No, he kept the big one. The big Kahuna, worth 250 grand." Tucker replies.

"And where can we find Colt?" Harper asks.

"I don't know. He told his roommates he was moving out once he scratched off the big winner, and last I heard of him, he was still trying to cash in the ticket." Tucker explains.

"Lottery doesn't pay out prizes that size at convenience stores. Either you have to mail it in or go up to Sacramento." Harper says to Ana.

"I'll call Sacramento PD, have them sit on the lottery office." Ana decides, softly.

"Uh, what about me?" Tucker asks.

"Uh, you're under arrest for accessory after the fact." Harper replies.

"But what about my immunity?" Tucker questions.

Ana bites back a smile. "So, bad news."

[Timeskip]

"Cabrera. Colt Henry just tried to cash in a stolen scratch-off at a store across from Union Station." Harper calls, walking over to Ana

"He must be trying to get a train to Sacramento." Ana realizes, softly.

"Feel like some overtime?" Harper questions.

"Yes, ma'am" Ana agrees, softly.

[Timeskip]

"Check the board. Where is it?" Harper asks as they walk through Union Station.

"There. Train to Sacramento, platform three." Ana points out.

"Okay, that is in 20 minutes. Let's split up." Harper decides.

Ana nods, moving to walk away but Harper grabs her arms.

"Hey, hey, listen. So far, this case has been strippers and idiots, but this guy -- he killed a woman in cold blood. Don't lose sight of that." Harper reminds her.

"I won't." Ana promises, softly, before walking off and scanning the crowd.

"Attention, please. This is the last call for Amtrak Pacific Surfliner train number 579, en route to San Diego." A man over the P.A. says while Ana scans the crowd.

"I went to the far end of the concourse. No sign of Colt." Harper says over the radio.

"Copy" Ana says over the radio. "No sign of him either"

"Passengers for Amtrak Pacific Surfliner number 579, please proceed to track one." The P.A. repeats.

Ana's eyes widen, thinking she's spotted him, she pulls out her gun and points it at the man's back.

"Police. Turn around very slowly." Ana orders.

The man turns around and it's not their suspect.

"Sorry, sir" Ana says, putting her gun away.

She turns when she hears ruckus and sees Colt running through the crowd, dropping a duffel bag he was carrying and pulling out a gun.

"Move, move, move." Colt yells.

"He's got a gun!" A man yells with people screaming in fear.

"He's got a gun!" Someone else shrieks.

"Move." Colt threatens.

Harper comes running over and they scan the crowd, looking for him but not seeing him.

"Where is he?" Ana asks as they move their way through the terrified crowd.

"I don't know." Harper replies.

They continue to search until they hear a woman scream.

"Someone help me!" A woman screams.

"Go. Go." Harper orders and they run towards the sound of a crying baby.

They make it to a bench, with a gun pointed into a baby carriage and the woman who screamed pushed down onto the ground. The baby is crying in the baby carriage, absolutely wailing

"Back up." Colt threatens.

"Don't do this." Ana begs, trying to shake the previous memories of the domestic disturbance calls that happened several months ago out of her head. The sound of the baby crying is triggering her a little bit and her gun shakes the tiniest bit in her hold.

"Get back, lady." Colt says when Harper approaches him.

"Not gonna happen. Show me your hands, and they better be empty." Harper replies, pointing her gun at him.

"I didn't mean to kill that woman. She grabbed for my gun. Why'd she do that? There was only a few hundred in the register." Colt reasons.

"There's nothing we can do about that now, but you can control what happens next." Ana encourages, softly.

"My whole life, I never won anything. But I got that big ticket now, and I want to cash it in.

"Colt, it's pointless. The second the lottery tickets were called in as stolen, the numbers were canceled." Ana explains, softly.

"This is -- It's not fair. I never won anything in my life. But I won that. You -- You can't take that away from me." Colt begs.

"The only thing you are winning is a body bag if you don't give up right now." Harper threatens.

"You think I care? I'm looking at life in prison. So...I'm calling the shots here. So, turn around and walk away. Right now. Or else..." Colt says, desperately.

"Colt, the world doesn't owe you anything. I know it's hard, trust me I know. But... the world doesn't owe you anything, life isn't fair and it means that you won't get a winning lottery ticket or a good childhood or the ability to have faith in religion. All you can do is wake up every day and not let the terrible world dictate your actions" Ana pleads.

"O-Okay. I'm pulling my hand out. I let go of the gun. It's... D-Don't shoot me. Okay, okay." Colt sobs.

He leaves the gun in the baby carriage and takes his hand out before slowly laying on the ground, face down.

"Okay, okay. Okay. Oh." Colt sobs as Harper cuffs him.

"Suspect in custody. Code 4." Ana says over the radio, glancing at the baby, seeing it still crying as the woman sprints up to hold the baby.

Ana bites back tears, remembering what happened all those months ago and how the baby didn't live.

"Thank you." The woman says and Ana nods, tearfully.

[Timeskip]

"I'm not leaving just yet" Tim says, walking with Ana and Lucy.

"What?" Ana asks, softly.

"Tim Bradford finishes what he starts, and I haven't finished training either of you, yet, even if one of you isn't technically mine anymore" Tim replies, glancing at Lucy but smiling at Ana, making her smile genuinely.

"You're sure?" Ana asks, softly.

"You are gonna move up at some point, though, right? Because we put a lot of time into those books on tape." Lucy says, making all of them laugh and smile.

[Timeskip]

Ana gets home and sees the picture of Captain Anderson on her wardrobe. Ana smiles, tearily, remembering Anderson's words.

"Thank you, ma'am" Ana sniffles, knowing that if Captain Anderson hadn't encouraged her on Plains Clothes Day, she couldn't have handled the situation with Colt as well as she did tonight.