"hold on" Tim says as he wheels Ana out of the hospital.

"what?" Ana asks, watching as Tim peeks into a hospice room.

"Tim?" Ana murmurs, but Tim is already pushing her past the room.

"who was that?" Ana asks as Tim sets her down in the passenger seat of his truck.

Tim is quiet for a long moment.

"Tim?" Ana prompts.

"my father" Tim reveals.

"oh" Ana whispers, before hugging him.

"Lucy said I was like him" Tim mutters, his head tucked into Ana's neck.

"for your Tim Tests?" Ana guesses.

"yeah" Tim nods.

"you're nothing like him" Ana promises him. "your Tim Tests were to teach us and help us, what your dad did was abusive and cruel"

"weren't my tests cruel?" Tim inquires.

"they never put us in danger, they never hurt us, they never did anything but teach us" Ana points out.

"still" Tim sighs.

"Tim, I promise you, you are nothing like your father" Ana murmurs, cupping his face in her hands. "you are who you are in spite of your father, not because of him"

Tim leans forward and kisses her forehead before clicking her seatbelt and putting the wheelchair in the back.

[Two Days Later]

"Well, Nolan says an open concept sells better, so I'm thinking we take out this wall and then move on to the kitchen." Tim says.

"don't you have to do some test to see if it's a center support or something?" Ana asks, the only one actually listening to what Tim is saying.

"Do you remember how Mom used to make us pose by the window for every formal dance?" Genny gushes, pointing to the window.

"Oh, my gosh. My mom did that, too. And I always had to have a wrist corsage." Lucy nods.

"Yes. Why was that ever a thing?" Genny agrees.

"No. No more reminiscing. This is about fixing up the house and selling it. That's it." Tim insists.

"What? Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. I mean, you guys are ending a huge chapter in your lives. You guys need closure." Lucy insists.

"What?" Tim says as he whacks a hole into the wall he wants to take down.

"I said you need closure!" Lucy yells.

"What?" Tim asks again.

"You're an idiot." Lucy groans.

[Ten Minutes Later]

"You guys are so lucky. I begged my mom and dad to have a sibling. They got me a turtle. Um, it was cute, but a little smelly." Lucy says.

"Cute and smelly pretty much sums up Tim's teenage years. You didn't miss much." Genny teases.

"Wow. And to think I was actually excited when they brought you home from the hospital. Little did I know." Tim comments but he trails off when he notices something in the wall.

"What is it?" Ana asks, approaching the wall.

"There's -- There's something in the wall." Tim replies.

"Ooh, is it my Malibu Barbie? She's worth a lot now." Genny giggles.

"No. It's -- It's metal. -- What the hell is a gun doing in our wall?" Tim pulls a gun out of the wall.

"How long has that been back there?" Genny questions.

"It's hard to say." Tim frowns.

"The serial number's been filed off." Ana points out.

"That's what criminals do, right?" Genny asks.

"We need to run ballistics." Lucy decides.

"Wait, you don't actually think it was used in a crime?" Genny questions.

"Well, it's our job to find out. We'll be back as soon as we can." Tim promises.

"But it's your day off. You said you'd help." Genny complains.

"It won't take long, Chen can stay here with you" Tim offers.

"I knew you'd find some excuse to leave." Genny groans.

"Genny, this is serious." Tim insists.

"It's fine. Go." Genny sighs.

Ana follows Tim out of the house.

"how are you doing?" Ana asks.

"why the hell was there a gun in our wall?" Tim questions, holding up the gun.

"I don't know, but I don't like it" Ana murmurs.

"neither do I" Tim agrees.

"we're going to get through today, I'm right here" Ana assures him, slipping her hand into his.

"I know" Tim nods.

[Thirty Minutes Later]

"Ballistics is back" Ana says, softly, approaching Tim.

"That was fast." Tim notes.

"yeah, the striations from the gun match up with a bullet from a 25 year old homicide, murder victim was Frank Ochoa" Ana explains.

"He lived down the street. I was 14 when he was murdered." Tim remembers.

"according to the case file, his murder was from a suspected home invasion" Ana says, looking at the file.

"Well, I think we can rule that out now that we found the gun in our wall." Tim notes.

"Do you remember anything? you know, from that night?" Ana asks.

"Yeah, I had a football game. Uh, my mom took me and Genny, and when we got back, there were cops everywhere. My dad hated that guy." Tim recalls.

"according to the file, your dad had an alibi, helping Frank's wife with her taxes" Ana says.

"Monica is not a solid alibi. They were having an affair. My mom didn't know, but I did." Tim reveals.

"w-well, if Frank discovered- you know, the affair--" Ana starts.

"My dad would have had motive to kill him. That's how the gun ended up in the wall." Tim realizes.

"w-why hide it there, why not get rid of it?" Ana asks.

"I don't know." Tim sighs.

[One Hour Later]

"Tim, you can't do it" Ana insists.

"why not?" Tim asks.

"because you're already going through a lot, let me do it" Ana argues.

Tim sighs. "fine"

"Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Ochoa." Ana says as she enters the interrogation room. "my name is Officer Cabrera, but you can call me Ana."

"of course, Ana, why am I here?" Mrs. Ochoa asks.

"well, your husband's murder unfortunately became a cold case, but some recent evidence has opened it back up" Ana explains.

"What do you mean, recent evidence? It's been 25 years." Mrs. Ochoa inquires.

"we think it's in connection with other murders and we just need to go over the details" Ana answers.

"I have been over this so many times. Don't you have the report? It's all in there." Mrs. Ochoa asks.

"I'm really sorry. I know this is a painful subject, but we really need to go over the details" Ana pleads.

"I was across the street at the neighbors'." Mrs. Ochoa starts.

"The Bradfords." Ana nods.

"Right. Tom was helping me with our taxes. Um, I had made a mess with them, and he was a CPA. When I got back home, the door was open, and, um... the place was a mess. I-I'm sorry. Um, it's been a very long time since I've had to talk about this." Mrs. Ochoa trails off.

"no, it's okay, take your time" Ana assures.

"I found, uh, my husband, Frank. He was -- His body was in the kitchen. Um, there was blood everywhere. I guess he surprised whoever broke in, and, um, they shot him." Mrs. Ochoa explains.

"thank you, ma'am" Ana nods. "and the Bradfords were they all home that night?"

"Uh, no, Mrs. Bradford and the kids were at, um, a basketball game or something." Mrs. Ochoa answers.

"okay, I just ask to see if there are others who might've seen the break in" Ana explains. "um, so it was just you and Mr. Bradford, I'm sorry, I hate to ask this, but did he ever leave at any point?"

"Uh, I-I'm sorry. Could we maybe do this another time?" Mrs. Ochoa asks.

"of course, ma'am" Ana nods, knowing not to push. "if you could just give me a call when you're ready to talk."

Ana hands her her business card.

"thank you" Mrs. Ochoa nods, standing up.

"but may I ask you answer my last question, about Mr. Bradford leaving?" Ana asks as she stands up as well.

"no, he didn't leave, he's a good man" Mrs. Ochoa sighs.

"thank you so much" Ana smiles, leading Mrs. Ochoa out of the interrogation room.

"She's covering for him." Tim sighs once Mrs. Ochoa is gone.

"she's lying, I just don't know what about" Ana agrees.

[Thirty Minutes Later]

"I'm sorry, I can't do this" Mrs. Ochoa says, calling Ana.

"Ma'am?" Ana asks.

"I need to speak with you, now" Mrs. Ochoa pleads.

"yes, ma'am" Ana nods.

[One Hour Later]

"My father confessed, call the DA for me" Tim says when Ana approaches him.

"Tim- your father didn't kill Mrs. Ochoa" Ana announces.

"what?" Tim asks.

"Mrs. Ochoa called me again and wanted to speak with me, she admitted to killing Frank and your father helped her cover it up" Ana explains, rushing it out.

"what?" Tim questions, standing up suddenly.

[Eight Hours Later]

"hey" Ana murmurs, wrapped in a blanket as she walks over to Tim.

He's lying in the bed of his truck, staring up at the night sky. Ana woke up to him missing from bed and found him where he always is after a nightmare. Ana gets into the truck as well, laying the blanket over him and settling down next to him.

"nightmare?" Ana guesses, softly.

Tim doesn't reply, continuing to stare up at the sky.

"you wanna talk about it?" Ana asks, softly.

"Nothing to talk about" Tim responds, curtly.

"okay" Ana hums, staring up at the sky.

It's quiet for a little bit before Ana's soft voice speaks again.

"how are the Rams doing this season?"

"It's April, it's the offseason" Tim responds.

Ana scrunches her face, regretting her lack of knowledge when it comes to sports.

"The Dodgers?" Ana asks.

"lost to the Mets" Tim answers.

"are the Mets a good team?" Ana inquires, softly.

"they're not bad" Tim responds. "the Dodgers are about as good as them"

"so the Dodgers aren't bad?" Ana murmurs.

"no, they're not" Tim replies.

"how many more games are there?" Ana asks.

"139" Tim answers.

"what?" Ana questions, sitting up. "but I thought baseball was the one that had really long games"

"it does" Tim nods, smiling a little at Ana's shock.

"so how many games do they play in total?" Ana asks.

"162" Tim smirks.

"why?" Ana inquires.

"it's how the game works" Tim replies.

"that's a stupid game" Ana decides.

"very stupid" Tim laughs.

"is baseball the game that has the good food?" Ana asks.

"yeah, it is" Tim nods.

"so it's not that stupid" Ana corrects.

"of course" Tim agrees, sitting up as well.

Ana turns a little to make eye contact with him. Both of them sober up from laughing and stare at each other for a good moment.

"you ready to go to bed?" Ana whispers.

"yeah, let's go to bed" Tim decides, nodding.