A middle aged man sits at the bar, sipping his bourbon slowly as he watches the stats from the ball game roll across the television, "Phillies lost again? You've gotta be kidding me?"

The bartender chuckles, "This isn't their season. I take it you're a fan?"

"Yeah, always was since I was a kid." He shrugs, "I met Pete Rose once. Great guy. We shared a drink. That sealed the deal for me." He smirks.

"Pretty cool. Want another?" The young man motions to the other's drink.

"Nah. Have to go meet up with my wife. Haven't seen her in a couple years." He reaches to his back pocket for his wallet.

The door slams open and two men enter, a hail of bullets spread over the patrons, wounding many of them, killing one. They run from the scene in an awaiting car.

The bartender manages to slide himself up to a sitting position, pulling his phone from his pocket, "Uncle Russell...It's Matt..." He hisses, "Shit. Look, there were just some guys in here. Shot the place up for no reason. Could you get someone on this? I have some hurt people here."

"How about you, Matt? Are you alright?" Assistant Chief Taylor stands from his desk, "Were you wounded?"

Matt nods, as if the other man can see him through the phone, "My shoulder...Just a deep graze, I think. Nothing serious." He swallows, not wanting to cry, "Please, just send some people and a few ambulances." He touches the screen of his phone.

Taylor shakes his head, pulling his sports jacket on before jogging to Major Crimes division. "Team, I need you all on something."

Provenza glances to him with a raised eyebrow, "How are you going to make it worth our while?"

"Bar on Melrose was just shot up. I don't know the extent of injuries, but I want you all on it."

"And how do you know all this?" He starts to slowly fold his newspaper.

"My nephew works there. It sounds serious. He wouldn't have called me if it wasn't."

Flynn nods from his seat, "I'll text Raydor and the rest of the team. We'll head on over."

"I'll go with you. I'd like to supervise-"

Provenza shakes his head, "Not a good idea, Chief. You're too close to this case. We'll keep you updated."

"I need to make sure things go according to-" Taylor tries again.

"The rules? Have you met our boss?" Buzz shakes his head, having been combing through footage of a crime scene earlier in the week.

"Yeah, we'll take a look. How about we go and assess things. Call in Raydor when we have a sense of the crime scene." Flynn nods, "Chief, we'll absolutely keep you informed. Don't worry."

"He's...Matthew is my sister's boy. Good kid. Wouldn't hurt a fly." Taylor nods, "Message me the hospital they're taking him to when you get there."

"Yes, Sir." Provenza nods, tucking away the newspaper to which he was doing the crossword puzzle, "Sanchez, you and Sykes are together, Flynn, you're with me. Someone give Tao a call."

Buzz nods, "I will."

"Buzz, you're with us two. Get your gear together." The short statured man barks the orders. The Major Crimes division flocks to the area, quickly taking over and securing the scene. "A blood bath." Provenza mumbles, motioning for Buzz to make sure he was getting what they were seeing.

"Let's see if we can identify these people." Flynn nods to the uniformed officers there. He glances to Sykes, who was standing awkwardly, looking at him. "You need me?"

"Lieutenant, you may want to take a look at this." She says quietly, holding the man's wallet.

Provenza walks over with his partner and takes the wallet, looking at the license, "Jesus Christ, you've got to be kidding me." He looks down at the body.

Flynn furrows his brow, taking the wallet from the man, "Raydor's husband." He touches the man's neck, searching for a pulse, "Dead."

"I don't want her at this crime scene." The shorter man shakes his head, "When we're finished here, I'll go and notify-"

"No, it's alright. I'll do it." Andy knows she won't take the information well.

"I can't spare the officers right now. It can wait."

"I don't need some rookie calling her because she's next of kin. I'll go alone."

Provenza sighs, nodding, "Call when you get there."

Andy Flynn jogs to the vehicle he usually drove with his partner, taking off quickly toward Sharon Raydor's apartment. He flashes his badge to the doorman before jogging up, knocking on her door, then pressing the buzzer.

Sharon Raydor climbs out of bed, wrapping her silk robe around herself. She checks the time on the bedside table, fearing the worst. Eyes too blurry with sleep, she's unable to look through the peephole, opening the door enough to poke her head through, "Yes?" She's barely able to make out a figure, but the cologne smells familiar.

"Captain, mind if I come in?" He straightens up.

"Who is it?" Rusty rubs his eye, yawning as he stands behind her.

"It's...Lieutenant Flynn. Go back to sleep, honey." Sharon nods to the teenager, "Andy, yes, come in. It's nearly three in the morning...and you're fully dressed. Why are you here?"

Flynn walks with her, "I'm going to need you to sit down."

She stops in her tracks, slowly licking her lips, "What happened?" She asks quietly, "Did something happen to one of my kids?"

"No." He shakes his head, gently guiding her with a gentle touch to her elbow until they reach her living room, "Your kids are safe."

Sharon leans forward, "Then what is this about?"

Andy swallows, sitting across from her, "Sharon, less than an hour ago, there was a shooting at a bar on Melrose. Someone walked in and just shot the entire place up. Taylor's nephew works there, gave him a call, got us on the scene."

"How many casualties?" She stares at the floor, her mind running a mile a minute, "And why was a bar open that late?"

"Don't know. It's entirely up to the bar how long they want to stay open." Flynn nods, "We didn't have a final count yet when I left. I'd say about twenty people wounded. About. Could be more, could be less."

"You could have just called me."

"No, Captain, we don't want you on the scene. One person was dead...by the name of Jackson Raydor."

Sharon's eyes begin to flood almost instantly, "Jack's dead..."

"I didn't want you finding out on the news or having some rookie...I'm betting they'd call you to identify the body once he's taken to the morgue." Andy leans forward, placing his hand over her own. They sit there in silence for a few moments. He attempts to figure out if he should say anything.

She hates crying in front of anyone, especially Andy Flynn, "I must call my children and...there's so much to..." She shakes her head, "I don't know what to do. Jack's dead."

He moves to the spot next to her on the sofa, wrapping his arms around her, "Nothing has to happen right away. We can call them later..when he's cleaned up. Okay?"

Sharon finally begins to lose it, turning her face into his chest, letting the tears fall freely.

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Andy absently kisses her hair, letting her lean into him.