Cami

She wiped her eyes and reached for her phone. She wanted to call her Lieutenant so badly, but hesitated. She had known Provenza for years, and she understood his pain. She was so distraught over the death of her own family so many years back, and Provenza had been a rock for her. He was responsible for the fine detective she was today. She had gone straight to him once she saw him sink into the hospital chair, had grasped his hand in hers. She had known he would need comfort but wouldn't ask for it.

Her eyes stung with so many tears for all the people she grieved for. She wept for her friend, who had obviously gotten close to his boss in the last few years. She feared how he would react to this catastrophic event. She wept for her long-dead family, who she always thought of whenever she was faced with this kind of deep grief. And she wept for her Commander, who had died far too soon.

As her tears subsided once more, she picked up her phone and looked at her contact list. She wanted to call her dear friend and offer him words of comfort, but she knew his wife was more than capable of doing that very thing. She had not worked in the division long enough to offer anyone else comfort, she thought. Well, except one other person, perhaps. The detective who had joined the squad last year…he kept asking her out. She weighed her options carefully, thinking of all the moving pieces in her life. She had no family, had never dared to let anyone that close to her, lest she be the one left with the grief that Andy Flynn had to face now. She was also lonely, and had felt something warm and happy when she attended the wedding just a couple of weeks ago. Perhaps she did not have the luxury of time, as she had once thought. Perhaps she could end up the same way as Sharon, dead within a month of a relatively harmless diagnosis.

As she reached her conclusion, she took a deep breath and dialed Nolan's phone. There was no time like the present, after all.