"Katie!" Sharon Raydor calls out, hearing the common sound of wheels against the wooden floor. She smirks down to the near nine month old, "It's a pity you get into everything. I'd love to let you out of that."
"Baby jail if you ask me." Rusty jogs into the kitchen, book bag flung onto his shoulder.
"You're opening those college letters when you get home today, mister. They have been sitting there all week and it's against the law for me to open them without your permission." She motions to the stack of three envelopes, giving him a look. "Thank you for watching her last night."
"Sam came over. It was fine." He nods.
"Oh? I didn't know she was over." Sharon pauses, "You didn't..."
"What?" The young man glances up, realizing what she was talking about, "Oh, God, Sharon. Really? You're one to talk."
"I had to ask." She puts a hand up in defense.
He shakes his head, "No, you really didn't. Is nothing sacred around here anymore? I catch you and Andy on the sofa one more time, I'm taking Katie and running away. Not to mention never sitting on that sofa again."
"Nothing happens on the sofa."
"Like I can believe that." He shakes his head, "Where's Andy anyway?"
"He stayed at work. This whole Hollywood Blade thing has us all working to the bone." Sharon sighs, "He let me come home to get you off in the morning and get Kate settled."
"It's scary as hell." He nods, "Lots of girls at school are really afraid."
"They shouldn't be, he's targeting prostitutes."
Rusty shrugs, "A lot of them are pretty stupid."
"I see." She smirks, "I'm getting everyone breakfast at the station. Want me to give you money so you can pick something up for yourself?"
"No, it's okay. I have to be really in the mood for breakfast food and I only ever want it when I make it."
"You're very good at making it."
"I'm picking up Sam on the way to school, so I'm just grabbing a Muscle Milk anyway."
"Here's your lunch." She hands him the brown paper bag, "You and Sam are pretty close."
"Honestly," He shrugs, "I'm afraid she'll kill herself if I try to break up with her."
Sharon pauses, "Really?"
He smirks, "No, but I'll see you later." Rusty kisses the top of Kate's head as she rolls herself into the kitchen. He jogs toward the door, the smirk evaporating from his face as he grabs his keys and heads out.
"Left alone, Katie." Sharon looks down to the girl who was now standing at her mother's feet, "If work wasn't so heavy right now, I'd let you come roll around up there. I know the everyone likes it, but right now I'm afraid you'll get trampled on." She folds her arms as the girls looks up at her, "How about some dry cereal and you let me get ready?" This was nearly a ritual with them. Sharon pours some cereal onto the girl's tray on her walker, and pulls her in front of the television. She slips the Baby Einstein DVD into the player, turning on the television, then locks the girl's wheels, "Ten minutes, tops, then you can come back." She leans down, kissing the top of her head.
Waiting until the movie fully catches the girl's attention, Sharon sprints to the bathroom, knowing she didn't have much time before the girl would begin to get frustrated by not being able to move. While being alone with her daughter, fast showers were the only way to go with her. She longed for the days where she could take twenty minutes and just let the water fall over her skin, washing away the tensions of the day. Now, it felt like sometimes she barely even touched the water.
Stepping out of the shower, Sharon can hear her daughter's usual yell. It wasn't crying, it was a simple yell to alert her to the walker not moving. She sighs, wrapping the towel around herself as she returns to the living room and unlocks the contraption. Sharon hears the wheels begin to follow her and can't help but shake her head and smile, "Really, Katie? Can't let me be for ten seconds?" She walks to her bedroom, taking out the blow dryer.
Though it seemed as if it were forever, Sharon finally arrives to work. Kate's walker lodged under her arm, she carries the girl up to her office, "It's been slow. I'll take her to the daycare if we get a break in the case."
"Why would we mind?" Provenza smirks, holding his hands out for the large girl, "Isn't that right?"
Sharon nods, handing the girl to her godfather, "Just make sure she is with one of you and not rolling into the elevator. That's all I need. She usually follows though." She places the walker onto the floor and lifts it up to the girl's height via the number of clicks it makes.
"Ay ay, Captain." The man nods.
"Captain, we've been completely at a standstill for the past thirteen hours." Sanchez shakes his head, "We're still looking for a lead with blood found in the restaurant freezer where the second body was found. It didn't match the victim or anyone who worked there."
"Was it animal blood?" Sharon shakes her head.
"No, ma'am. It's obviously someone who doesn't have a record though."
She nods, walking toward her office. Sharon sighs a moment, taking a deep breath. Just another day. She places her purse into a draw of her desk before returning to the other room.
Andy Flynn places a toothpick into his mouth, "What about the 911 call?"
"There have been some fake ones coming in because of the attention the media has been making about this. It's great that the attention is there, but there's been nothing substantial. Nothing from the tip line either." Sykes shakes her head, sitting behind her desk, "The one we have on record offers nothing because it sounds like the voice was muffled, like someone wanted to disguise it."
Sharon folds her arms, looking at the pictures on the whiteboard, "Let's...let's stop looking at this as a murderer and look more into the victims and what they had in common."
"They were all ladies of the night." Mike Tao nods, "Two were featured in a premium cable television show. The ones with the stars next to their names."
She nods, stepping closer to the front of the room to examine, "I feel like it's right under our noses."
"Because it probably is." Andy shrugs, "Did the two on the TV show have any johns that were the same person?" He nods when Provenza slips the girl into her walker.
"The johns featured have their faces pixilated." Tao shakes his head, "I can try to either get Showtime to send over their tapes, or try to de-pixilate them."
"Good morning, everyone." Assistant Chief Taylor steps into the room, donning his usual black uniform, "Any break in the case?"
Provenza wheels the baby under his desk, giving her his keys to keep her quiet and occupied, "No, sir. We're very close to one though, waiting for a few phone calls."
"The press is breathing down my neck with the Hollywood Blade case. Could we speed it up please?"
"Yeah, sure. No problem." Sanchez mutters quietly.
Louie's eyes widen when the baby squeals with laughter from under his desk.
Taylor tilts his head to the side, "What was that, Lieutenant?"
"I didn't think anyone heard that. Thank you for drawing attention to it." He shakes his head.
"I know that wasn't you passing gas."
"It was none of your business, Sir."
"Who are you talking to, Lieutenant?"
Flynn folds his arms, "It's my daughter and if you have a problem with her being here, you take it up with me."
"Why is there a baby here?" Taylor stands in front of the taller man.
"Because we're all exhausted and we need something to get us up and going again. Believe it or not, the laughter of a child isn't the worst thing in the world. Especially when all she does is wheel around and ask for cookies and dried cereal." Andy shakes his head, "So, sir, if that's a problem, take it up with me."
Sharon can't help but smirk, "If it means anything, if there is a break in the case, I'll be taking her to the daycare downstairs."
"See that you do, Captain...Lieutenant." Taylor shakes his head, turning and walking toward the elevators.
"Thank you, Lieutenant." Sharon nods to Provenza, sighing. She takes a filled sippy cup from the baby's bag and places it on her tray table, watching as the girl takes hold of it and leans her head back to drink.
"Would you look at that? Smartest kid in the world." Provenza nods.
Tao smirks, glancing to the baby, "Good job, Katie."
"This is ridiculous." Sharon chuckles, shaking her head as she walks back over, standing next to her husband, "Guys, this is just...it's a non-issue, but I want you all to know in case Taylor attempts to make it a thing at some point."
Sykes perks her head up over her cubicle, glancing to Sanchez, who does the same.
"A few months ago, Lieutenant Flynn and I were married in a private ceremony. It was just the two of us in Las Vegas." She grins, "Nothing has changed. I'm still Captain Raydor, professionally. Legally, I'm Sharon Flynn."
"Congratulations." Buzz grins, "Is there going to be a party?" He teases.
"No, but if you all feel up to celebrating, we can have some fun at the Policeman's Ball in a few months." Andy smirks, "I plan to celebrate there, I don't care about the rest of you."
"Of course we care. It's for a good cause, as usual." Sharon shakes her head at her husband, watching as her daughter maneuvers herself between the cubicles, "Now that we have gotten to the bottom of that, let's focus on this murderer with a stupid name."