Helen and Will are getting ready for bed as Helen rants about Brian firing Joan: "And there I was, the advisor who couldn't do anything and the mother who wanted to throttle the little twit." Will's sure she was objective and fair. Helen: "Yeah, and now I'm riddled with guilt and remorse." Will: "The permanent condition of parenthood." She talks about being unable to help wanting to take away all of her little girl's sorrow and pain. Will: "I know. But all we can really do is provide a safe and loving environment where our children can fail and be miserable." Heh. Helen: "How Mister Rogers of you." Okay, that might be a shout-out: Will's thread on our forums has been called "Dirty Harry meets Mister Rogers" for several months now. Will says, "We all have drama in our lives. They have to learn that. It's a matter of degree. Us? We're lucky." Helen asks, "What is it?" He tells her about the case they're working on. He doesn't understand how a guy gets to the point of killing the mother of his children. Helen: "After all these years as a cop, that still surprises you?" Will looks down. Helen: "You are a gentle, loving man, Will Girardi." He admits to being a little jealous every so often. Helen says, "Please," as she prowls toward him. He protests, "What? Look at you!" She does look hot, as usual. She's wearing a clingy sleeveless shirt and clingy pyjama pants. Will continues: "Those eyes, the way you move…" She puts her hands on his shoulders and asks if he's going to start singing. Will: "I'm just saying…" She laughs, and he asks why. She explains it's just nice that he still gets jealous; she thought only she did. Will leans back in the chair and asks, "You? With this gut?" Helen: "I've seen women checking you out." Will pulls her down onto him and says, "Oh, yeah?" Helen: "Yeah. That's my gut." They make out. They are so cute.