Twice As Lethal (Lethal Weapon)

Don't you look a whole lot different with clothes on.

"How would you even know that?"

"Well, on this particular morning I'd been drinking, y'know how it is, plus I was avoiding Cahill. She was on my case about missing a session. Mother Nature beckoned and I needed to take that call. G and N just happened to be the nearest stop. Y'know, they have the most amazing vanilla scented handwash. We don't even have...wash."

"You know what, it doesn't matter. I'm sorry I asked." Murtaugh sighed in that 'why me' way he so often did with his partner. He turned back to Lexie. "So you're not an undercover lady of the night?"

"I'm sorry are we in a Film Noir right now? Who talks that way?" Riggs gave his shoulders a jerk. "Other than you, obviously."

"I was being polite, Riggs," Murtaugh said exasperated. "Using an euphemism."

"Oh, no, I'm familiar with the term, I just wondered why you'd use it in two thousand seventeen."

Lexie leaned into Trish. "Are they always like this?" she quietly asked.

"I want to say, 'only some of the time', but as District Attorney I took an oath to always tell the truth," Trish answered with a smile. She turned back to the bantering partners. "Boys, if we could have a minute of your time...?"

Murtaugh turned back to Trish. "Of course. Riggs, let the lady Detective speak. I'm sorry, Detective Shaw, excuse my partner, he has no manners." Murtaugh gave Lexie a polite smile while Riggs quietly huffed. "Please, continue."

"To answer your previous question, no, I'm not," Lexie said. "Your partner's misguided assumption was based purely on the outfit I was wearing."

Riggs gave his shoulders a lazy jerk. "Like I said, boots threw me," he drawled. "However, it does explain the lack of "accessories" on your person," he added with a faint smile to which Lexie simply tilted her brow, reminding her of his 'compliments' from that night.

"But why all the secrecy?" Murtaugh wanted to know. He settled himself on the sofa beside his wife. "You could've just told us who you were. Saved yourself the arrest."

"We have a mole in the Unit," Lexie explained. "I've spent the last two months working my way inside the Eastside Kings and Salvatore Lòpez's inner circle. It wasn't easy. Neither was gaining his trust. I can't afford for this investigation to go South. Especially this far in."

"Especially now he's dead," added Riggs.

"Precisely. It was too risky to reveal who I was so I had to play along with the arrest until Trish bailed me out."

"How'd you even know Riggs brought her in anyway?" Murtaugh asked his wife.

"Because I'm the District Attorney, baby, it's my job to know," Trish replied with a light laugh. "We've known about the mole at Gang and Narcotics for months. Lexie's had eyes on the Eastside Kings and when she discovered the Unit had a breach she approached me, voiced her concerns and I took the information directly to Captain Crawley; who then assigned her to lead the investigation. But we wanted Lòpez talking and serving a minimum of twenty years. He's no use to us dead."

"So who'd want him dead?" asked Murtaugh.

"Someone with a lot more clout than Lòpez ever had," inferred Riggs. "Another gang boss. Maybe your mole."

Trish gave Riggs a nod. "And if it is the mole that makes both our jobs harder," she replied with a look at Lexie.

"It all makes sense now." Riggs perched himself on the arm of the sofa, arms folded across his chest. "I knew there was something about the way you kept your cool during questioning. Police Academy Training 101 at it's finest there, Detective. Also explains why you were keen to get back out on the streets."