From the warm golden Girardi kitchen to the cold, grey-blue police station. The place is crawling with cops who've drawn their weapons, surrounding a guy who's holding tightly onto a pretty blonde woman and pointing a handgun at her. They're inside a glassed-in interview room or office. Various civilians and support staff are scurrying around, trying to get out of the way. Will arrives, wearing a bulletproof vest, and asks Toni for a synopsis. She says it's just your average domestic dispute gone bad: "Guy with a 9 mm to his wife's head, asking for his mommy." Detective Chewy, who is in fact chewing something, tells him they brought him in and tried to calm him down, but he suddenly went nuts and grabbed a gun from a uniformed officer: "Here we are." Chewy's okay, but I kinda miss Lt. Daghlian. Who's with me? ["I feel you." -- Sars] Toni tells Will the guy's name is Walter. Will calls out to Walter, introducing himself and saying he'd like to work something out. Sars: "Now he's a hostage negotiator?" Seriously. Wouldn't there be special staff on the force for this? I suppose his experience being taken hostage a few months back qualifies him somewhat. Walter reads our minds, making us laugh: "What the hell are you, some kind of hostage negotiator?" Will: "Walter, I'm the guy who's gonna get you out of here, if you'll let me." Walter: "Oh, yeah, like out of the frying pan and into the fire. You'll decide what I'm about, and you'll put me away, and I won't get a chance." Will tells them they can discuss that at length: "Just put the gun down before someone gets hurt." The wife finally speaks: "And I am pregnant, too!" Will, to Toni: "Oh, boy!" Toni semi-sarcastically says he's doing great. Walter wants to know where his mother is. Another officer tells Will quietly that she's on her way. Will relays the information to Walter and asks him to hang in there. He comments to Toni, "I want my mother." Toni: "Who doesn't?"