"Just remember, I will try to call you every night, but you're more than welcome to text me, honey. If you need me, you call. Okay?"

Rusty cradles his mobile phone between his shoulder and ear as he lifts a large sandwich to his lips, "I'll be fine, Mom. It's only for a month, right? I mean, they think you have kids right? It's part of your background story isn't it?" He smirks, amused with most of the story they were presented with during the meeting and the woman had shown him.

Sharon sighs dramatically, "A month is a long time. If we get to the bottom before that, I'll be there sooner. I don't like being away from you for such a long time."

"I can take care of myself." The young man continues to fiddle with the sandwich in front of him.

"You have my credit card. Make healthy meal choices, not burgers every night. Got it?"

"And no wild parties, no strange men, and be careful while I'm cooking. It's like you always tell me. Don't worry. I got this. I'm technically an adult. I'll be fine.'

"If I'm unavailable, call Lieutenant Provenza." Sharon runs a nervous hand through her hair. She isn't too thrilled about leaving the young man by himself, especially for work.

Rusty smiles softly to himself, "I'm getting ready to eat lunch." He pauses for a moment, "Mom, I think you're more nervous about not being in the loop than you are about me being alone. I'll be fine. You, however, are going to have a great time on your mission with Andy." He attempts to keep himself from laughing, "I know it's a long time, but it's not like I'm not going to see you. There was a part in your backstory that said you have children, that's why I was bringing it up. There's no reason your actual kids can't come visit you from time to time. Don't worry. Promise me you won't."

She sadly smiles to herself, "I won't worry."

"You will, but I like that you're just agreeing with me to keep me from worrying about you." The young man nods, setting down the sandwich in his hands, "Listen, you're with Andy. You'll be fine. If nothing, you have one another. Right?"

Sharon glances over to the man in question as he drives, "Hopefully."

"Sharon-"

"Yes, fine. I'll attempt to." She huffs an exasperated sigh, "Make sure you get to class on time please."

"Goodbye, Mom!" Rusty grins to himself, touching the screen of his phone with his pinky finger in order to disconnect the call.

Sharon looks down at her mobile phone for a moment before glancing through the passenger window. "Any idea how much-"

"Longer?" Andy smirks, shrugging, "Probably a half hour or so. We should probably go over our history while we wait." He offers her a courteous smile, the feeling of nervous energy coming from her knows he just needs to take it easy with her.

"We've been married for-"

"I mean, wait, I mean we can come up with our own that would suit us better. Something that lets us have little breathing room."

Sharon furrows her brow slightly, "I'm not following."

"It says we've been married ten years, right? Why not closer to twenty. That way Rusty can come up whenever. We were both married before, had children before, then Rusty together." Andy offers, his hand flexes on the steering wheel, "Let's you talk to the kid more. You can say he's at school, which wouldn't be a lie. I know the less lying, the better with you."

"Rusty looks like neither of us."

He shrugs, "Not all kids look like their parents. I mean, look at Nicole, she has my eye color. That's about it. She's all her mother."

She sighs softly, "Chief isn't going to be very happy with that."

"So what?" Andy shrugs, glancing over to her for a moment, "This is our history, a history we have to agree on and comprehend. He isn't here and will have little to no contact with us since we're working with Fresno, it's up to us. We'll just fill them in when we get to it." He notices her push her hair back with her hand using his peripheral vision, "Besides, we're only two hours away. No reason the kid can't come visit."

He's trying to make her feel better, she knows. She offers him a gentle smile, "We're moving to Crimson Meadows because?" Sharon folds her arms, having already studied the information.

"Kids are all moved out. Rusty's in college and the others are of no worry."

Her smile broadens, "Our objective is to blend in and obtain information. From what the packet told me, this is an inside job. Somehow these drugs are getting here and it's incredibly hard to get into this community unless you have a passcode or the guard recognizes you. While impressive, one has to be curious about so much security."

"I wouldn't mind it." Andy shrugs, "I mean, think about it, no one bothers you. No solicitation, though probably no delivery service either. I wonder how that works."

"We will find out." Sharon smirks softly, "Our names?"

"Penelope and Christopher. Our last name is Montgomery. My father was a self made executive and you just come from wealth. I mean, it's all over you anyway. No need to worry about keeping up that facade." He teases, hearing a quiet chuckle come from her.

"You don't look like a Christopher."

"And you don't look like a Penelope." Andy likes this side of her, this amused, relaxed version. Well, she's getting there, he thinks. Her body much more lax in the seat next to him, "I'm going to call you Penny."

"Chris and Penny Montgomery." Sharon shrugs, shaking her head slowly, finally laughing after, "We're going to be terrible with this. It's been...God, twenty some odd years since I've gone into something so...intense."

"Longer than that for me." He nods slowly, "Infiltrated a mafioso circuit back in the early eighties. You?"

"Human trafficking and prostitution ring." When she hears him give a whole hearted laugh, she continues, "My parents watched the kids...they were very small."

"I can't say I can believe you were very convincing...no offense."

"None taken, but I must have done something right." Sharon folds her arms over her chest as she watches out in front of her, "Lasted all of two weeks."

"Why were you chosen to do something like that?" Andy raises his eyebrow.

"I was one of the only female officers in the department at the time and they weren't too keen on pulling outside help like they are today." She glances back to him, "I think the only reason we were asked before anyone else is, one, Chief is attempting to strengthen relations with other divisions and departments. Two, our age."

"Three, we're damn good at our jobs." He shrugs, "I think that's probably the most important."

"To you, maybe." Sharon sights softly removing the glasses from her face, "I feel like this is a terrible mis-"

"Come on." Andy scowls playfully, "Let's make the most of this, Penny. My beautiful, incredibly intelligent wife. What are your hobbies?"

"I don't have hobbies, I work." She watches him, a confused look on her face.

"We're retired. You don't work. Am I the one trumping you with the intelligence report right now?" He chuckles a bit, "For instance, I like to watch ball games and have only recently started to become a golf fan. Playing it, not watching it. Boring as hell."

The corner of Sharon's mouth turns up in a smile, "Okay...I like to bake, jog, and am currently studying interior design on my own. How is that?"

"That sounds great. Can you actually bake, though?"

"Yes, actually I can. I can also cook, contrary to popular belief."

Andy raises an eyebrow, "Who said you couldn't cook?" When he notices her shrug, he continues, "Look, let's just think of this as a vacation of sorts. We get to relax together, all while attempting to fit in with everyone else in the community. I know we can do it. We have to not think about work what so ever. That's the trick, I think. We'll be fine just living like we've been married nearly twenty years."

"Fine, Chris." Sharon leans back in her seat, head resting against the cushion, "What type of married people are we?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on. I'm sure you've noticed different types of couples." She straightens herself up in the seat, waiting for his response.

"How about we just go with whatever seems right in the moment?" Andy glances to her, "What we always wanted our marriages to be..."

She huffs a soft laugh, "You can say that again."

"Yeah."

Sharon clears her throat after an awkward silence befalls the vehicle, her arms folding over her chest. "Would you like for me to make dinner tonight?"

Andy shrugs, "Only if you want to. We can order in...I hear there's a fireplace. It could be nice." He offers her his hand to hold, "We just need to be loving...or seem like it. Not on the verge of a divorce, and certainly not just friends. Though I know that's probably a foreign concept with you."

"Maybe not as foreign as you think." She loosens her hold around herself, placing her delicate hand within his large one, lacing her own fingers between his. Yes, this is going to be very interesting, Sharon thinks.