Kevin's watching Rebecca go over his article: "Sure are making a lot of marks!" She says, "It's just editorial." In the background, a janitor is winding up his vacuum cleaner cord and leaving. Rebecca tells Kevin it's really good. He seems skeptical: "Really?" She says it is, and hands him the article: "Make these changes and file it." Kevin: "You're not just cutting me a break?" She looks annoyed. Kevin: "No, of course not, because you're the, uh...person who doesn't cut me a break." She says, "Thank you for trusting me." She gets up and walks past his chair; he suddenly grabs her hand and says, "Uh...don't make me get up out of this chair." She looks at him, puzzled. He says, "I'm handicapped, not stupid. I know better than to let a beautiful woman walk away." She smiles and squishes up her face and objects, "We work together." Kevin: "So?" Rebecca: "So...it would be professionally unsound." Kevin: "I've done stupider things." He pulls her onto his lap. When she lands, she makes a little "oh!" sound. Kevin assures her, "Thing is, it doesn't matter how much you weigh, I can't feel it." She laughs and makes herself comfortable. Jason Ritter did an excellent job of not reacting to her weight when she landed, too. He says, "Thanks for...this. And for everything. I mean it." She says, "You're welcome. I mean it." They kiss very tentatively, and then...not so tentatively. ["Swooooon." -- Sars]
Toni and Carlisle are debating whether to go into the lab. Wouldn't there be a few more cops involved in busting a meth lab? It doesn't seem like they're coordinating with anyone else. Toni's still waiting to hear back from Will. Carlisle reminds her he's not the chief anymore. They suddenly get a call to check out a noise complaint -- which Toni can't quite believe. However, she recognizes the address as Will's, so she says she'll go. Carlisle can't believe they're leaving the stakeout for that. Toni says, "It's our boss's house. It could be noise...it could be something else." Off they go.
Will and Helen are playing strip Scrabble by the fire. Will's just made a word containing a Q and scored twenty-four points: "And if I understand the rules, you should be removing something...right now." Helen shrugs off her robe. She's wearing a lacy white nightgown underneath. She says, "I'm still mad at you," but the tone of voice and smile that accompany it are a little more "come here, big boy" than "I'm pissed." Will says, "No, you're not.' She makes a gesture of exasperation. He says, "You don't understand -- you weren't there." She reminds him, "You punched out a guy in a robe!" Will says he was in a robe, too. She says that's not like him: "Nothing since you were taken hostage has been like you." Will: "Oh, really?" Helen asks if it's post-traumatic stress. Will: "Like I care what they call it." Helen seems slightly taken aback by Will's tone. Will continues: "The man...held a gun to my head. He was about to pull the trigger...I knew I was gonna die, Helen...so I did the whole life review. I saw you and the kids; I said goodbye to you; I said, 'I'm sorry.' I pictured you all carrying on without me...because I knew you'd be okay. What kind of a man am I? I was willing to leave my family." I didn't really get much of that from his performance in "Drive, He Said"; I thought he was doing everything possible to stay alive and to save himself. I could see that he maybe tried to mentally accept his likely fate, but I never thought he really gave up or gave in at any point. Helen looks sad and says, "My God...Will..." He replies, "But what could I do?" Helen holds his hand. Will just looks depressed.