Lieutenant Cooper doesn't know any more than I do, but he switches on lights and sirens and puts his foot down and I want to protest, but my hands are shaking and I'm afraid my voice would be, too.

Andy. Hurt. He fell from a moving vehicle, Lieutenant Provenza told me. He asked for me, he said. Hurry. Sharon. He called me Sharon. Hurry, it looks serious.

Los Angeles is flashing by my window. We're flying through one part of this sprawling city, then another and they blend into each other. My jaw is tense and my teeth hurt from the way I'm clenching them together. A moment ago I was thinking about our weekend and now I need to call Nicole. I need to tell her what happened.

My phone rings again startling me out of my thoughts and I take an unsteady breath. Not more bad news?

"They wanted to wait until you got here, Sharon, but they're rushing him into CT now. He wants to talk to you."

And then I hear Andy's voice and my hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold the phone.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too," I respond without a second thought.

It's the first time we've ever told each other and I can't even see his face. I can't hold him and look into his eyes. I want to tell him more, to hold on and that I'll be there soon. Suddenly there's a commotion on the other end of the line, orders are being given, and rapid steps and Andy is groaning in pain until I hear my second in command's voice. "I'm sorry, Sharon, they need to examine him. I'll meet you at the entrance."

And then the car stops and Lieutenant Cooper hands me a tissue, watches me as I put myself back together. I'm not just Sharon, I'm also the Captain of a squad who had just had one of them injured. I need to be there for my team.