"Oh, come on, Sharon. It's a torn rotator cuff. That doesn't mean I can't do things at work. I can sit at a desk." Andy Flynn reclines on the sofa, his feet resting on a pillow on top of the coffee table, "I can handle the base operations. You can go out to more scenes. I know you miss it."

Sharon Raydor sits at her desk area, scrolling through different emails on the LAPD's messaging system. She remains silent, knowing it drives him crazy. Of course she liked the detective aspect of things, having missed out on it for so many years.

"They've been trying to force Provenza to retire. You can make sure that doesn't happen."

"It wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing for younger detectives to have a chance to prove themselves within our division." She tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear after it falls into her face, "And Lieutenant Provenza has appeared tired as of late."

"He isn't." Andy grumbles, "Just let me have desk duty."

"You have been out for a total of three days. You are required to be out for three weeks, then are only allowed back provided a medical clearance." Sharon snarls her lip slightly as she reads an email, "So, just enjoy the last bit of summer."

He offers her a pair of sad eyes, "We could go away for a little bit."

"Not any time soon. Since Quinn is so uncomfortable and Tate is working as a teacher at the same school the twins attend, I've offered over my services to go to parent-teacher meetings for them. When I can't go, since you're currently unable to drive, Rusty has volunteered to cover for me."

"You have this all planned out." Andy smirks.

"Plans may get ruined from time to time, but it's nice to have them anyway." Sharon grins, standing from her desk chair and stepping over to him, "Are you thirsty...hungry? I'll make you something before I have to go to the office for a few hours."

"I can make it myself. I've tasted your cooking."

"Oh, hold on a minute." She scowls playfully, placing her hands onto her hips, "It'll tell you what I used to tell my children, it's food, you'll eat it or starve."

He grins a little more, "Yeah, but unlike your kids, I'm a grown adult and I'm capable enough to make my own food."

"That may be true, but I'd really like for you to take a pill before I go." Sharon nods, finally taking a seat, "And after you take it I'd really like for you-"

"Next thing you're going to tell me is that you want me to go over to Quinn's to keep her company until Rusty gets there." Andy watches as she falters slightly, "You were?"

She looks to him, "Well, she's not allowed out of bed and who better than you to enforce that-"

"Your daughter is like you...she is you. She won't listen to anyone, much less me."

"She listens to Rusty." Sharon runs her hand through the man's hair, "I worry about you. If something were to happen and you're unable to reach the telephone, I wouldn't forgive myself."

"Have I mentioned that Quinn is on bed rest?" Andy glances over to her, "And that I probably won't move from here anyway? The ball game is coming on soon. I'll order a pizza and watch. That's all." He leans in, kissing her lips softly for a moment, "The kid can watch too-"

"Rusty..."

"Yeah, and I think that grandson of yours has a talent. You ever seen that kid throw a ball?"

"Of course I have." Sharon can't help but begin to smirk.

"He likes to watch too. It can be a thing for the men." He looks into her eyes, then leans in for another kiss, missing her lips as she moves back.

"So, you're going to leave my bedridden daughter at home, alone, with a bossy toddler?"

"Harper isn't so bad when she's alone." Andy shakes his head, "Besides, Tate will be home soon too. He can come join the ballgame."

"Or you could take this arbitrary celebration of all things baseball over to my daughter's apartment where I'd be less likely to worry." Sharon nods, noticing his hesitation, "Her television is two inches larger than mine."

"Sounds like a great idea then." He grins, "See? You always get what you want."

Rusty snarled his lip slightly, watching the pair in the kitchen, "The two of you are so gross."

"Why are we gross?" Andy glanced over, stirring a homemade tomato sauce he had made to go over pasta. He couldn't help but smirk, amused with the young man's presence having recently returned home from college on the east coast.

"Just...so lovey dovey. It's weird."

Sharon grinned, humming a laugh, "It isn't. I enjoy Lieutenant Flynn's company."

"So much so that he's staying here almost every night. I mean, why don't you just move in?" Rusty shook his head.

"Well-" Andy started.

The woman turned to face him, "Well? Would you like to move in?"

Rusty types as he sits on the sofa, a paper for his professor at the local community college. He notices Quinn walk by via the reflexion in his laptop's screen. "You know, bed rest is given for a reason."

"Yeah, they're mostly stupid reasons." Quinn finally gets to the kitchen, opening up a cabinet to pull out a box of salty, cheesy crackers. She places one into her mouth, leaning against the edge of the kitchen island, "Besides, studies show that bed rest may be more detrimental than beneficial anyway." Her mouth slightly full as she chews her food.

"You're the size of a house, I don't know how you even move."

"And here I thought you were going to bring up anorexia concerns."

The young man smirks, "I was thinking, you know how Tate has the thing at school-"

"It's called 'Back to School Night'. Yeah." Quinn picks her head up watching him.

"Think it would be alright if I took the twins to see that new cartoon thing?"

"There's like twenty new cartoon things, Rusty."

"The old people...and the thing..." Rusty shakes his head a little.

"The mockery presented in animated form of the Polish folklore about the bear in the forest hut?" Quinn raises an eyebrow, when he gives her a look, "Ya get a lot of books when you have kids. Most of those books are about fairy tales and folklore...my one friend got me Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and another the complete works of Shakespeare...best books ever."

"Seriously?" He smirks, "So you sat Finnegan down and started reading Midsummer Night's Dream?"

She raises an eyebrow, "And if I did?"

Rusty begins to laugh, "He's going to hate you when he's older."

"Nope, not my sweet boy." Quinn hums a laugh, mostly to herself. "Tell me something, did Mom ask you to come over here to babysit me?" She places another cracker on her tongue.

"No." His tone flat, too flat.

"Are you lying?"

"Yes." Rusty sighs, "Look, she's like...really worried about you and now since her attention is separated between you, work, and Andy's recovery, she feels pretty bad about it. So, if you don't mind me being here, doing this, and completely not bothering you in any way-"

"Rusty, I never said you were bothering me." Quinn shakes her head, "In fact, I rather prefer your presence to that of Mom. At least you don't yell at me to lie down or stay still. She tried to make me use a bedpan the other day. Can you believe that?" She raises an eyebrow, closing the box of crackers and putting them back in the cabinet. "Dad has been calling every night to ask if he has a new grandson or granddaughter. It's pathetically sweet. Keeps me on video conference for an hour every other night."

"You did buy him a tablet computer for that exact reason for his birthday." He nods, closing his laptop, "Want to watch a movie or some terrible television show and make fun of it?"

"Only if it's one of those channels where you can call and order products they're advertising." She walks back over to him, awkwardly lowering herself next to him on the sofa.

Rusty sets his things onto the coffee table, letting his sister get comfortable against him, "When are you supposed to even have that thing?"

"The end of time, I think." Quinn grins to him, "I'm glad you're back home. Have I told you that?"

"Only every day." He takes hold of the remote control, turning the television on.