It took a total of two minutes before Provenza pulled himself up from the chair and made his way towards Rusty. He nodded for Julio to step forward and pulled the young man into a solemn embrace. He had tried to protect him earlier, shield him from seeing his mother lying on that conference room floor. But nothing he could do would protect him now.

Julio and Gus took over with comforting Rusty as Provenza took his place beside his friend.

"I'm sorry Andy."

Flynn looked up at him with intense grief. The kind of grief both of them had seen in loved ones eyes over the years of giving notifications. But this time it was someone they both loved. And hell, it just wasn't fair.

Flynn leaned towards him for an embrace which Provenza obliged. He sat up a bit taller and gave his friend a strong and confident squeeze. "Ah hell," he muffled under his breath, finding it hard to muster much more. He glanced around the room as Andy released his cries. He couldn't believe their fears had become a reality. Surely, this was happening to someone else. Some person who deserved it a hell of a lot more than she did.

He didn't plan on getting up anytime soon and held his best friend for what seemed like hours. In any normal circumstance the others would have slowly trickled out...headed home...drowned their sorrows. But none of them did. They remained locked onto Provenza & Flynn. Likely for some direction.

Eventually Provenza, leaned Andy forward and placed a strong hand on his arm as he addressed the team.

"Alright...now I know you're hurting...I know not a damn thing I say will make this any better...but let's let her family pay their last respects...go home...be with the ones you love."

Andy didn't hear a word he said nor did he care too. His grief was shutting down his senses and he was sure this reality they were in, didn't really exist. He faintly recognizes the team as they place a consoling hand as they leave but little else.

He wanted-he needed a drink.

Provenza appeared back in his field of vision and he was mildly comforted by his presence. But he didn't want to see his friend, he wanted to see Sharon.

"When?"

His partner knew what he meant. "The priest is in there now...won't be long."

Rusty caught a glance at Provenza and they seemed to mirror each other's grief. No words needed to be said. No words mattered anyhow.

The Commander is...dead.