Uncle Charlie stumbled into the house at5 AM, looking like he had fought a slot machine and lost. Raja, who had just returned from England, raised an eyebrow at the sight of Charlie clutching a martini glass and still wearing a poker visor.

"Charlie, weren’t you supposed to be at Jake’s soccer game yesterday?" Alan asked, arms crossed like a disappointed mother.

Charlie groaned. "Iwassupposed to. But Vegas happened."

Jake, sipping his morning juice, sighed dramatically. "It’s okay. We only lost 12 to 2."

Alan patted his son’s head. "Winning isn’t everything, Jake."

Jake deadpanned, "Yeah, but losing by ten goals kinda is."

Raja, chuckling, clapped Jake on the back. "Don’t worry, little man. I’ll take you to your next game, and we’ll make itlegendary."

At the game, Raja found himself seated next to Kate, a gorgeous single mother whose son was currently terrorizing the field by chasing butterflies instead of the ball.

Raja smirked. "So, does your son usually turn soccer into an episode ofNational Geographic?"

Kate chuckled. "He’s more of an artist. Sports are just... not his thing."

Raja nudged Jake. "Buddy, go play with Kate’s kid. Teach him hownotto be distracted by grass."

Jake sighed. "Fine. But I better get ice cream for this."

The boys ran off while Raja smoothly turned his attention to Kate. "So, what doyoudo when you’re not wrangling your tiny Picasso?"

Kate sipped her drink. "Haven’t had much free time in the past 12 years."

Raja grinned. "Let’s fix that."

Fast forward to later that night—Kate haddefinitelygotten some "Hard core free time" with Raja. Though afterward, she sighed, "This can’t happen again."

Raja smirked. "Oh yeah? See you at the next soccer game?"

Kate playfully rolled her eyes.

The next match, Raja found himself roped into helping a soccer mom named Gloria with the team newsletter. However, Gloria’s definition of "newsletter help" included flirting aggressively.

"Oh, Raja, you’resogood with words," Gloria cooed, touching his arm.

"Uh-huh," Raja said, sensing the hormonal tension rising.

Just then, Brooke, another soccer mom, sauntered over. "Gloria, don’t monopolize Raja. I needhishelp pickingfundraiser ideas."

Raja blinked.Fundraiser ideas?

The tension was thick. Before a full-blownsoccer mom warerupted, Raja raised his hands. "Ladies, let’s settle this like adults. How about we discussbothnewsletters and fundraisers... overdrinks?"

That night, drinks turned into ahotel stay, and well—let’s just say Raja had mastered the art of diplomacy.

Meanwhile, Leonard and Rajesh were busymockingdoomsday theorists worried about the Large Hadron Collider creating a black hole.

Rajesh snorted. "People actually think the world willend?"

Leonard nodded. "Yup. And they also thinkputting pineapple on pizzais acceptable."

As they laughed, Rajesh found a flyer for a clinical trial for social anxiety medication. "Hey, maybe this couldcuremy selective mutism!"

Leonard smirked. "Or you could just keep drinking."

Rajesh glared. "I preferscience, Leonard."

At Sheldon’s office, Leonard and Rajesh found himgasptalking to awoman. Ayoung woman.

It turned out to be histwin sister, Missy.

Missy smirked. "Oh wow, so these are thenerd minionsmy brother keeps locked away?"

Sheldon huffed. "Ido notkeep them locked away."

Leonard: "Uh, Sheldon, you literallylocked us outlast week."

Missy ignored him. "Anyway, I just need Sheldon to sign some estate papers. And hethinksMom sent me here tospyon him."

Sheldon narrowed his eyes. "Did she?"

Missy: "Yes."

Sheldon gasped.

Later, when Raja arrived, he immediatelynoticedMissy.

"Wait, you’reSheldon’ssister? Damn. That’s unexpected," Raja said, impressed.

Missy grinned. "You’re alotmore interesting than my brother’s usual company."

Raja turned to Penny. "Penny, do me a favor—take Missysomewhere fun."and gave his Credit card to penny.

Penny: "Aye aye, Captain." took the card and missy and left the battlefield of nerds.

Meanwhile, at the99th Precinct, Jake Peralta wascelebratingan arrest.

"Ifinallygot Dustin Whitman! Caught him red-handed!" Jake announced proudly.

Captain Holt, deadpan: "Without anyactualevidence you got 48 hours Peralta?"

Jake’s face fell. "Uhh... yes?"

Amy sighed. "We have48 hoursto find real evidence, or Holt will have to let him go."

Raja, walking in, noticed theglumfaces. "Damn, who died? Oh wait—no one, because youdon’thave evidence."

Jake: "Ouch."

Raja tapped his chin. "If Whitman didn’t do it, maybe one of hisjail mates or cousinsdid. Check their records."

Jake’s eyes lit up. "RAJA, YOU GENIUS!"

JakekissedRaja on the cheek andsprintedout of the room.

Terry: "That’s gotta be the weirdest thing I’ve seen today."

One hour later, Jake and Charles returned,triumphantlyholding the real criminal’s ID.

Jake: "Case closed, baby!"

Just then, theVulturestormed in, ready tostealthe case.

"Nice try, Peralta, but I’ll be taking credit for—"

Jake cut him off. "NOPE! Case is solved!Boom!"

The Vulturescreamed internally.

Raja’s Victorious Weekend

By the time Raja wrapped up hiseventfulweekend, he had:

✔ Slept withtwosoccer moms

✔ MetMissy Cooper

✔Solveda police case

✔ Preventeda nerd war

✔ Convinced Jake touse his brain

As he sat in hisForbidden Villa, sipping a drink, Hogi materialized.

Hogi: "Big brother, why do youalwayscause chaos?"

Myr snorted. "It’s hissuperpower."

Raja grinned. "Exactly."

TO BE CONTINUED... (With More Madness)

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