A/N: The lovely Kadi219 helped me tremendously in developing the plot for this fic, so this story is dedicated to her.

In her days in Internal Affairs, Sharon Raydor made big and mighty men shed tears, but Andy Flynn always had a thick skin whenever his credibility was questioned. He was good at defending himself and at a certain point, Sharon grew used to his sarcastic comments and found them quite funny when they weren't meant to insult her or her team. Her professional relationship with Andy went at least 12 years back and she has seen him in different situations but she has never in her life seen him cry. Until now.

It was half an hour earlier when he knocked on her door. She was surprised by his visit, because they didn't have an outing planned as far as she could remember. And he definitely didn't look like he was in a good shape. The first thought that crossed her mind was that maybe there was something wrong with his blood pressure. It was only when he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck that she realized that whatever happened to him was not related to his health. This was a different kind of crisis.

"Andy, what's wrong?" she asked as she led him into the living room.

"It's Abigail," his voice was hoarse.

"Your sister?" Sharon asked. Andy spoke about Abigail often. Sharon knew that he worried about her a lot, being his youngest sibling and only sister.

"Her husband called me," Andy said. "She died," his voice broke. Sharon saw the tears glistening in his eyes a moment before they began rolling down his cheeks and a sob escaped his lips, despite his obvious attempt to control himself.

"I'm so sorry, Andy," Sharon felt her eyes filling with tears as well. She's never met Abigail, but she knew how close Andy was to his sister. She knew what losing a sibling felt like. Her older brother Richard was killed in Vietnam when she was 13. Even though it's been 46 years since he died, she still missed him, and his absence still felt like a missing limb.

"She didn't tell me she was sick again," Andy elaborated. "Her husband said that she didn't want to tell anyone," Sharon squeezed his hand. "I didn't even get to say goodbye to her." Andy let out another sob.

"Come here, sweetheart," she said and drew him into her arms. She wished that she could do anything to make him feel better, but she knew too well that the only thing she could do was to be there for him. As he sobbed on her shoulder, she heard Rusty's door opening and saw her son walking down the hall towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed Andy and heard his cries. His lips formed a silent 'What's going on?' and Sharon shook her head and mouthed 'water' to him. Rusty gave her a quick nod and went to the kitchen to bring a glass of water to Andy. On his way back to the living room, he also grabbed a tissue box and placed it on the coffee table. Andy pulled away and thanked him, pulling a tissue paper from the box and wiping his tears. "Andy's sister passed away," she explained to Rusty.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Andy," Rusty said. "Is there any way I can help?"

"Andy, do you need Rusty to book flight tickets and a hotel for us to the New York?" Sharon suggested.

"Us?" Andy asked.

"Sure, I'll come with you. I mean, if you want me to," she said.

"Yes, I'd like that," Andy replied and sniffled. "Thank you, Sharon."

"It's the least I can do," Sharon said and stroked his cheek. The phone rang and Rusty went over to get it.

"It's for you, Sharon," he said and handed her the phone.

"Can you take a message for me? I'll call them back later," Sharon replied.

"It's from the St. Leo hospital. They're saying it's urgent," Rusty informed her.

"I'm sorry, Andy. Let me handle whatever it is. Rusty, maybe you can get your laptop and you and Andy can browse for flights?" She suggested and took the phone from Rusty. She watched him as he went back to his room and came back a moment later with his laptop. "Hello," she said into the phone.

"Am I speaking to Sharon Raydor?" she heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes," she replied.

"I'm calling about you husband, Jackson Raydor," the woman said. Sharon was about to protest and explain that she and Jack were no longer married, but the woman on the other side continued before she could do that. "He's had an accident, and you are listed as his contact person in case of emergency."

"Is he conscious?" Sharon asked.

"I'm afraid not. And we need you here to make medical decisions for him, or contact the person who has his durable power of attorney for medical issues," the woman said.

"I have his power of attorney," Sharon sighed. "I'll be there shortly. In the meantime, please do whatever is necessary to save his life." She hung up and buried her face in her palms with a desperate groan.

"Sharon, is everything okay?" Rusty turned from the couch to look at her.

"Jack had an accident, and I have to get to the hospital as soon as possible," Sharon explained. "Rusty, I don't know how bad it is, so in the meantime book tickets only for Andy. I'll notify you what's going on. Andy, I'm really really sorry. I…"

"Sharon, do you need me to come with you?" Andy offered.

"No, it's better if you stay here and book flights to New York. I'll be available on my phone if you need anything." She grabbed her coat and car keys and left.

Sharon knew her way in the confusing halls of the St. Leo hospital better than she would have liked. The weeks she spent here while Andy was in the cardiology ward and during his rehabilitation made her familiar with it. She wasn't as familiar with the ER and Trauma wards, but they had a similar outline to the cardiology floor.
She arrived shortly after Jack was taken out of an emergency surgery and transferred to the ICU and she only had a brief moment to catch up with his condition. The doctor who approached her, explained that Jack was crossing the road and was hit by a drunk driver. His injuries were severe and it was hard to tell if he would make it through the night. As the doctor spoke and listed to her all the different injuries Jack sustained and how he was being treated for each of them, Sharon felt panic growing inside her. And in the uncertainty of the entire situation, only one thing was clear: if Jack's condition didn't miraculously improve, she would not be able to fly with Andy to Abigail's funeral and be there for him.

TBC

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