A/N: Everyone was right when they said I couldn't let this story go. There's so much that still needs to happen, and I can't leave it without an ending. Feel free to comment and PM me!

(Special thanks to a guest for suggesting this idea!)

~oOo~

I carefully lower myself into the passenger seat of my car as I hand Andy the keys. He throws me a lopsided grin as he starts the car and I reach out to smooth my skirt in an attempt to avoid his gaze.

"How're you feeling?" He questions, backing out of my parking space.

"Okay, I guess." I reply, closing my eyes and leaning up against the window. I'm so tired and lightheaded, even just a few minutes of rest fills me with a little bit of hope.

"Hang in there, okay?" Andy asks, and I feel his hand gently squeeze mine. It's times like this I'm grateful for our friendship.

"Doing my best." I respond sleepily, tapping his thumb with mine, "Thank you."

"Uh, Sharon," my eyes are still closed but I can tell by the volume of his voice that he had glanced at me, "would you like me to... uh... Go with you to Rusty's appointment? I know you probably don't want me to be there, but I promised to support you two and-"

"I'll think about it." I interrupt him quietly, "It's very kind of you to offer."

~oOo~

I don't know how much time passes before we arrive at the precinct, but I know it can't be long. I feel Andy park the car and shut it off before reaching over and running a hand through my hair. God, why is he doing this?!

"Sharon, we're here." He whispers and I slowly open my eyes, reaching up to take his hand, placing it back in his lap.

"Thank you." I reach over to unbuckle my seatbelt when another wave of dizziness washes over me. I really should eat something.

"Are you okay?" Andy asks worriedly, reaching over to unbuckle my belt for me, "You need to eat something."

"I... I'm fine I think." Focusing on Andy long enough to realize he's stopped spinning, "And I'm not hungry, honestly."

"I'm finding you something as soon as we get in there, you hear me?" He threatens softly, his voice still dripping with worry, "Give me one second."

"Okay." I nod, watching as he comes around and opens my car door, extending his hand. I want to prove to him I'm fine, so I push myself up, everything spinning and blurring again.

"Sharon!" I feel his strong arms wrap around my waist as he stands me back up, "You need to go to the doctor's. There's something wrong."

"No. No, then I can't take Rusty this afternoon." I argue, closing my eyes in an attempt to keep the room from spinning.

"I'm not letting you drive in your condition."

"You can't tell me what I can and cannot do." I quip, my eyes still closed.

"Okay," he breathes out, "open your eyes. I want you to do something for me." I follow his instructions, looking intently at the three blurry figures in front of me, "If you're fine, I want you to reach out and touch my nose."

"I, ah," I'm ready to tell him I can't see right, but I can't break in front of him, not again, "fine."

I hesitantly reach out to the blurry Andy on my far right, trying to touch about where I think his nose would be. I'm met by nothing but the cool parking garage air.

"Sharon, I'm over here." I hear his voice on my left, "You need to sit down."

I feel him wrap an arm around my waist and guide me towards my office. He's holding onto me rather tightly considering we're at work, but I don't care. Everything is still a blur.

"Ye Gods!" I hear Provenza exclaim when we enter the murder room, "Flynn can't you keep your hands off of her?!" My lack of argument to his comment seemed to alert Provenza, "Is she okay?"

"Go find her some food and make her tea. Blackberry. Top left shelf." Flynn instructs as a ringing begins in my ears.

I feel him sit me down in my office chair and take off my glasses, cupping my face with his hands, "Can you see any better?" He asks frantically, "Sharon?!"

"Uh," I close my eyes and pull away from him, "no I can't. I'll be fine Andy, okay?"

"No, you're not fine. You haven't eaten in days and you haven't been sleeping right." I hear Provenza come in with my tea and whatever else he could find, "Thank you." Andy says and a moment later the door closes again, "Can you try and eat something please?" He nearly begs, "Please?"

I open my eyes and nod, everything blurred but slightly less now, "What is it?"

"Ah, looks like a granola bar and your favorite tea." I hear him open the granola bar and watch as the blur gets closer to my face, "Open up."

"I can feed myself." I grumble, reaching for the general vicinity of the blob and taking the granola from him, "Thank you."

"You have to eat it too. It's not osmosis." He jokes, the worry still present in his voice.

"Oh shut up." I sigh, taking a bite of the offered food, "What are you doing? I can't see you and everything's still blurry."

"I'm watching you." He admits sheepishly, "You're so pale and you're starting to sweat. Are you sure I can't take you to the doctor?"

"No." I shake my head, "Then I can't take Rusty."

"You're in no condition to take Rusty right now." He argues, "Can you drink some tea for me?"

"I don't want to spill it." I admit defeatedly.

"I can hold it up for you." He suggest, "If it'll help."

"Fine." I sigh again, frustrated to be relying on him so much, "But if you spill tea on me I swear-"

"I won't." He answers calmly.

I feel the warmth of my teacup against my lips and Andy tilts it forward just enough that I can drink. The tea is just as good as I remember it, and made exactly the way I like it. Mental note: Thank Provenza later.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asks as he sits the cup down with a 'clinking' sound.

"Actually, a little." I force a smile, "Everything's still blurry but my ears aren't ringing any more."

"Good." I feel him pat my thigh, "I should probably get to work, I want you to stay right there, okay?" I nod in response, "Keep eating the granola, and I'll be right back." I see the blur that is Andy Flynn leave the room before quickly returning, "Here's a straw for your tea. I thought that might be easier."

"Thank you." I smile, "I'm perfectly fine by the way, stop worrying."

"I'll be in to check on you every half an hour. Keep eating and drinking, okay?"

"Yes, Dad." I reply, sarcastically rolling my eyes (which wasn't a good idea considering how dizzy I am.)

I can't stand sitting here like this, I feel so helpless and I hate it. I eat the rest of the granola bar before sipping my now-lukewarm tea, closing my eyes and letting out a deep sigh. I'm the Captain, my team needs me. I carefully stand up, leaning on my desk for support as I head towards my office door. Everything is spinning again, but I could care less. I'm at work, so I have to do my best to lead my people. I let go of my desk and take the first hesitant step on my own, before taking another, and then another. One more step and I'll be at the door, but that's when the bubbles start to appear in my vision. Black clustered dots -making it even more difficult to see- are the last thing I remember before I hit the ground.

~oOo~

I startle awake when I feel a stabbing pain in my arm. Taking in my still-blurry surroundings, I have no idea what's happening or where I am. All I know is I'm not in the office anymore.

"Hello, can you hear me?" A female voice asks. I nod in response, "Okay, Captain, my name is Marissa and I'm a nurse. Do you know where you are?"

"Sharon?" I hear Andy's voice, "Oh my God I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Sir, you can't be in here right now." Marissa tells him.

"But-"

"No. Not until her condition is stable."

"Thank you Andy, now go." I offer a small wave and watch as he retreats from the room.

"Let's try this again, do you know where you are?" Marissa asks.

"Uh, Dignity Health Center?" I guess, "What happened?"

"You passed out. Your friend found you, said you've been getting worse all morning. How's your vision?"

"Blurry." I scoff, "Where's my son? He has an appointment with Dr. Selig and I need to take him-"

"You're in no condition to do that right now Sweetie." She responds, "You've been out for the last few hours. It's almost 5."

"What... What's wrong with me?" I ask, suddenly worried.

"You're exhausted. Eating three meals a day and drinking 8 glasses of water will definitely help. For right now, the doctor has you on an IV supplying you with some of the nutrients you're missing."

"How long do I have to stay here?" I ask, leaning back and closing my eyes, "I have to take care of my son."

"Two days maximum." She answers, "Do you want me to bring your son in?"

"Please." I nod, "And the man that brought me in, can you get him too?"

"Of course."

~oOo~

"Sharon!" Andy and Rusty both exclaim as they enter the cramped hospital room, "What happened?!" Rusty asks, "I mean Andy told me you were a little sick this morning but like...?" His voice trails off.

"I'm exhausted." I sigh, "I haven't been eating enough and I've been so worried. I'm sorry."

"Sharon it's okay." Andy responds, offering Rusty the chair opposite my bed.

"Rusty, sweetheart, I'm so sorry we missed your appointment." I apologize, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"No, actually, I didn't miss it." He says.

"But you can't go by yourself?" I respond confused.

"I, ah," Andy starts, rocking on his heels, "I took him. You were still asleep and I know how important it was to get him there."

"Thank you." I reach up to wipe a tear that was threatening to blur my vision even more, "Rusty, how'd it go?"

"They gave me some injection." He answers, sounding annoyed, "And these giant pills, but if it helps it's worth it."

"Yeah it is." I smile, "Andy can you take him home?"

"Of course." He responds, "Hey kid, can I talk to your mother alone for a moment?"

"Yeah." Rusty answers, and I'm fairly certain he rolls his eyes, "I'll be waiting outside."

~oOo~

"Sharon, what were you thinking?!" Andy tries to scold, "I came in to check on you and you were just laying there and I thought something really bad happened! Your pulse was so weak and I..."

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." I watch him raise a blurry hand to his face, "Why the hell did you get up?! You couldn't see and just..." He lets out a deep sigh, "Dammit Sharon I thought I lost you!"

"I'm right here." I answer softly, "Andy I'm right here. And I got up to come check on everyone. I really thought I could work around it but I couldn't and I scared you and Rusty. I didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't." I feel him rub my shoulder, "And as much as I want to stay here with you, I need to get Rusty home. Call me if you need anything, okay. Your phone's right here," he pulls it from his pocket and sits it on the table next to me, "and we'll be back tomorrow, alright?"

"Thank you." I offer a smile, "I didn't mean to make you think that..." I don't even want to finish that sentence.

"Sharon, it's alright." He slides his hand down my shoulder to gently grip my hand, "You're alright. We're all going to be alright. Would you like me to bring you breakfast tomorrow?"

"Uh... Yes please." I nod happily, doing my best to ignore the clouds in my vision.

"Pancakes or waffles?" He asks, stroking the top of my hand with his thumb. Oh, we're still holding hands.

"Pancakes, please." I smile, "You know you don't have to do that."

"No." He shrugs, "But I want to." He leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead, lingering there for a moment, "Get some rest, okay. I'll see you in the morning."

"Bye Andy." I watch sadly as he turns to head for the door, "I love you." I whisper, quiet enough I hope he doesn't hear me.