Roaming hands and large swells.

4.

"I can only imagine," Hen laughed, "he thought he'd outsmarted us."

"Thank god for sibling cards." Buck added with a chuckle of his own.

Just then the door to the hallway opened and Bobby stepped through and then froze. "Ok, now this is just getting ridiculous."

They all did their best to keep straight faces, and just about managed it. As shitty as this whole situation was, Bobby's face made him look almost constipated and it was really fucking funny.

Besides it was easier to focus on his teammates being here or the funny face cap was making than it was to focus on why he was here and who was behind the door he was parked in front of.

"Good afternoon, Cap." Chim replied, "Fancy seeing you here."

"At my own therapy appointment?" Bobby replied dryly, glaring at the three of them, then walking past them and into the office. As soon as the door was shut behind him, they all started snickering like a bunch of high schoolers.

After a minute they cooled down and Chim asked the inevitable, "So what're we watching for?"

"You'll know it if you see it" hen replied before Buck could, good natured sarcasm clear in her voice.

"Oh, c'mon!" Chim whined, "That's all we get?"

"Yup." Buck replied with a grin of his own.

"We're going to figure it out, right?" Chim turned to Hen, "We're going to crack the case of the sketchy therapist?"

"If by that you mean Hen will," Buck quipped back before Hen could, "Then maybe, she's definitely smart enough to at least stand a chance."

"Hey!" Chim sqwauked, and Hen just laughed.

...............................................................

"This is so wrong!" Chim hissed as they closed Bobby's office door behind them, "Seriously this is breaking so many rules!"

"What was it you said?" Hen mused as she opens up Bobby's laptop, "you wanted to 'crack the case of the sketchy therapist'"

"Yeah, but this is breaking-" Chim started, huffing indignantly.

"So many rules, yeah, yeah." Hen said, "Holy shit, Bobby is such an old person, look at this!"

Chim looked at where she was pointing to the sticky note that he had on his laptop with the password written on it and snickered. "No way!"

Hen chuckled and typed it in, sure enough it worked. "Alright, no complaints filed by Buck against her." Hen narrated as she looked through the records, "He was sent to see her by Bobby on, write this down, October 14th 2016, and he only had one session and then he was cleared for duty."

"That's all there is?" He asked, having scribbled the date on his arm with one of Bobby's pens.

"That's all there is." Hen confirmed, and just then they heard the trucks pulling back into the bay.

"C'mon, let's go!" Chim said as she exited out of all the tabs and shut the computer.

They quickly made their way out of the office and towards the stairs just as B-shift was hopping out of the trucks.

"Wilson! Han!" Vasquez called upon spotting them.

"Follow my lead!" Hen hissed to Chinney, who was likely to blow it for them with his visible anxiety.

"What're you two doing here?" The man asked, with a friendly wave.

"Forgot my charger." Hen explained with her own wave back, "Figured we'd stop by and grab it on our way to dinner."

"Ah, well have fun!" He replied, already heading for the showers.

They continued out to Hen's car and finally let out the breath they'd been holding as soon as the doors had closed.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!" Chim chanted, and Hen rolled her eyes.

"I'm going," she huffed, and pulled out into the main road heading for her house.

It was a short drive with little traffic, thankfully, and the two of them hurried into her house as soon as the car was off. Hen grabbed the white board, markers, and tape while Chim disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of grapes. Hen raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged unapologetically.

"Ok, so we're pretty sure that whatever happened, happened on October 14th, 2016." Hen said, writing the date in big bold letters at the top of the board. "So what do we know about that time period?"

"It was Buck's probationary year." Chim said, popping a grape in his mouth. "And also pre-Abby I'm pretty sure, but, like, just barely before her. Like, they'd technically met at that point cause he'd already been fired but they weren't a thing yet."

Hen nodded and drew a line branching out from the date and scrawled 'probie buck' next to it, and next to it 'pre-Abby', "which also means..."

"Buck 1.0," Chim finished, nodding and Hen drew another line off of 'probie Buck' and added that piece of information.

"Ok, and we also know that Bobby mandated the appointment." Hen added, drawing another line off the date. "But why?"

"Wait a minute!" Chim explained, pulling out his phone and tapping away, "Aha! This was a week before!" He said shoving the news article in her face.

It was the one from the fair they'd had a call to almost three years ago, the one where the boy had fallen from the rollercoaster. "Devon." She breathed out.

That made perfect sense. It'd been Buck's first loss on the job, and he hadn't been doing too well with it. Of course, Bobby had mandated him a therapy appointment. She connected Chim's phone to the printer and printed out the article, taping it to the board where she'd written Devon's name under the date.

"Ok, what else?"