Once Root got hold of an idea, there was little letting go. As Sameen made her way back to work, Root asked Lionel if he could do her a favor.
“Now, what in the world would you need a red police light for?” he just had to ask.
“Are they illegal?” Root wondered out loud.
“Only if you steal one from the police station,” Lionel pointed out.
“Oh,” Root said, getting his drift.
“Might I suggest that while this investigation is going on, you and Lucy lay low?” Lionel said with the best of intentions.
“I see,” Root said. “Thanks, Lionel.”
Shaw sneaked back into her cubicle when she heard Janine asked Martine if she needed anything else.
“No, thanks,” Martine said exasperated. “I think the four pillows were just enough.”
“I’m just going to get your lunch and I’ll be right back,” Janine said and hurried off.
“Mother of mercy,” Martine let out and Shaw was up on the cabinet, peeking over the wall.
“Fun, ain’t it?” Shaw asked, glad someone else was getting a taste.
“Shaw!” Martine said, jumping up. “Take her back, please. I’ll do anything.”
“Oh, come on, Rousseau. She means well,” Shaw reminded her.
“She’s mothering me,” Martine pointed out.
“Yeah, it’s kind of sweet,” said the woman who had grown accustomed to it.
“Take her back and I’ll tell you where Reese keeps the heavy artillery,” Martine bargained.
“Reese never told me!” Shaw complained.
“Deal?” Martine asked.
“Sure,” Shaw agreed.
No sooner had Janine returned with Martine’s lunch when she offered to cut it up. “I hurt my ankle, not my hands,” the woman pointed out.
“Hey,” Shaw said, stepping in to the cubicle. “Are you done taking care of her? I need help over there,” she complained.
Janine stood at attention. She wanted to help her friend, but Sameen needed her. She may have hesitated, but only out of politeness – because there really was no contest.
“Shaw needs me,” Janine said apologetically. “I can come back.”
“NO!” Martine said, not wishing to miss out on this opportunity. “I’ll manage. Shaw needs you.”
“Yes, she does,” Janine repeated.
Shaw returned to her cubicle with Janine in tow. Root texted Sameen and asked her to meet her at a restaurant for dinner and to please – underlined – wear the white dress.
“Wasting no time with this, I see,” Shaw said and then remembered her dress was in the cleaners.
She was about to tell Janine she had to go when the woman offered to go. “I’ll take care of it,’ said the assistant who seemed to need something to do.
“Hey,” Shaw said to the woman. “Are you okay? I mean, about last night.”
“Sure, yes, I’m fine,” Janine said and it was obvious she was not.
“Do you want to talk about …,” Shaw offered.
“No, no…no, I’m good,” Janine said, shaking her head.
But Shaw knew she wasn’t. “Listen, I want you to go in and talk to Doctor Campbell.”
“No, she… won’t have time. You need an appointment and …,” Janine stalled.
“No you don’t,” Shaw said sincerely because she had never had one. “You’ve been through a lot and it’s important to talk about it. You need to express those feelings and not push them back or they just come up at you,” the learned woman said and then frowned, to hear those words come out of her mouth.
“I don’t know. I’ll see if she has any time,” Janine said, unsure of what to do.
That decision was about to be made for her. “Come on,” Shaw said, taking the woman by the arm and marching down the hallway.
Shaw walked right past the woman at the desk and knocked on Iris’ door. “Doc?” she said, walking in. “See?” Shaw turned to Iris and said when no one was in there.
“Hello, Sameen,” Iris and then saw the other woman. “Janine,” she greeted her.
“Look, doc, we’ve been through… Janine was involved in some…,” Shaw started. “She needs to talk.”
“Oh, I saw the news, Janine. I’m glad you got my phone message,” Iris said and Shaw turned and squinted at her devious assistant.
“Oh?” Shaw said and Janine’s eyes went everywhere except looking at Shaw. “Well, Doc, you don’t know the half of it. And I’m pretty sure Janine used a gun; or was near a gun; or…anyway, she was around some bad guys last night and things got messy,” Shaw tried to sum up.
“Messy?” Iris repeated.
Shaw turned to Janine. “She does that a lot; you’ll get used to it,” she said of the doctor’s habit of repeating her words. Then, acting like the perfect matchmaker, Shaw patted Janine’s upper arms, the way coaches do before sending in a player. “You got this,” she said.
“You’re ready, right Doc?” Shaw said because she wanted only the best for her friend.
“I will do my best,” Iris said, smiling at how Shaw was orchestrating this whole thing.
“Oh,” Shaw said, before leaving. “She’ll get it out of you anyway, so you might as well just tell her everything up front,” she instructed Janine.
With that, Shaw left and Janine stared at Iris. “I’m really glad you came in, Janine,” Iris said, her voice warm and calming.
Janine sat down on the couch; trusting that Shaw was right and she should talk about this. “Should I start with the bullet wound or the kidnapping?” she asked.
Janine’s phone beeped and she looked at the therapist to see if it was okay to look at it. Iris nodded, because she had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.
'Start with kidnapping,' the text from Shaw read.
Sameen walked back to her desk, proud of how she handled that. It felt good to help the woman who was always helping her. When she got back to her area, Ayala was there helping Martine leave for the day.
“Hey,” Ayala said when she saw her sister. “Good job last night.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Shaw said.
“You be careful, okay?” Ayala said and then reached out and hugged Sameen.
“I will,” Shaw said, and patted her sister’s back. “Where’s mom?”
“We’re bringing dinner back to her place,” Ayala said.
“Dinner!” Sameen repeated, remembering that she had to get her dress to meet Root. She said goodbye and went downstairs to the dry cleaners. She talked the guy into letting her change there, grabbing the shoes she brought with her. Minutes later, she emerged decked out in her low cut white dress and stilettos.
“Need a lift?” Shaw texted Root, but she said she would meet her at the restaurant.
Root was leaving BEAR, sashaying her way to the side street, where John was waiting for her. She had asked him if he knew where she could get a car similar to the unmarked cars that police used.
Of course, John did.
“It’s perfect,” Root said and thanked him for getting the details right.
“Now, you’re not going out to arrest anyone, are you?” Reese asked, just to be safe.
“Not just anyone,” Root said and smiled broadly, getting into the car and winking. She threw her duffle bag into the passenger side and took off.
John stood there as she drove off. “This is not good,” he said out loud.
Root’s plan was simple; give Shaw instructions to drive along a deserted strip of road under a highway that had no traffic and no pedestrians. It was the perfect place to pull over your speeding fiancée and tell her you were sorry, but you were going to have to bring her in for questioning. Shaw had made it clear that she wasn’t crazy about Root playing in public, but technically, there was no public around.
Shaw drove along the road and questioned out loud where the hell Root was leading her to. She pulled over and texted her fiancée: ‘Where are you?’
‘Perfect road to do 60 mph,’ Root’s text read.
‘I hope your machine isn’t letting this be caught on camera,’ Shaw replied.
‘All taken care of,’ Root assured her.
‘Are you texting and driving?’ Shaw barked.
‘No! I pulled over to get changed,’ Root assured her. “I bet I beat you to the restaurant.’ Challenging Shaw was the quickest way to get her to do something.
‘Never!’ Shaw texted back. She wasn’t sure how Root was getting there, but she was certain it wasn’t in anything as fast as her car.
So she took off.
Sure enough, an unmarked black cruiser with a red flashing light was soon in her rear view mirror.
“Seriously, Root?” Shaw said. “You have got to be kidding me! Oh my God, she set this whole thing up so she could play traffic cop? Okay, two can play this,” Shaw said, thinking her crazy girlfriend had just taken her role playing to a new level.
The spotlight shining on Shaw’s mirror made it impossible for her to see. She shielded her eyes as Root walked slowly up to the side of the car.
Shaw pressed the button to lower the window and opened the top button on her dress. “Oh, hello officer,” she said in a sultry voice. “I’ll take mine out, if you take yours out,” she cooed to Root as she bent down in the window.
“How about I take out my badge and you keep whatever you were going to take out – in place,” Detective Jackson said.
“What?” Shaw said, scrambling to cover herself up.
“See? I should be surprised that of all the people speeding, I should be lucky enough to be sitting right there when you passed,” the Brooklyn detective said. “But I’m not.”
Shaw was stammering to explain that this was all a misunderstanding when another unmarked police car pulled up with the red and blue lights flashing.
Root emerged from the vehicle, decked out in a police uniform.
“Oh, this ought to be good,” Detective Jackson said, not surprised that Root was there.
“You’re really not going to give me a ticket, are you?” Shaw laughed as if they were all old buddies.
“Not before I give her one for imitating a police officer,” the woman responded.
“WAIT!” Root said, running up to the car. “This is all a game!”
Shaw dropped her head on the steering wheel.
“Oh, so imitating a police officer and speeding were just part of a little game for you two?” the detective asked and Shaw knew this wasn’t good.
“Well, yes,” Root said, not seeing the harm.
“I don’t even know where to begin with you two,” the older woman said, shaking her head.