"See? Everything is fine like I told you it would be." Andy Flynn opens the door to her bungalow, "The kids are with Mrs. Alverez. I wanted you to get settled first before I let them run amok around here."

"Maya can't run anywhere with a broken leg." Tyler follows them, having already been at the hospital when Flynn arrived to pick up his mother.

"It's clean." Sharon smiles.

"Did you think it wouldn't be?" Andy smiles, helping her to the sofa.

She shakes her head slowly, "Not that I thought it would be some pig sty, but I thought it would at least smell like men."

"Candles make a world of difference." Tyler grins, slipping his hands into his pockets as he stands on the other side of the sofa.

She grins, "That they do."

Flynn grins, "Are you comfortable? Want a pillow or something?"

"Just the kids, please." Sharon nods slowly.

Ty raises a hand, "I'll go get them." He smiles, kissing her cheek, "Welcome home, Mom."

"Thank you, Tyler." She grins in his direction, waiting for him to walk through the door to groan and flinch as she tries to adjust herself on the sofa, "Andy, can you get me one of my pills and possibly a glass of wine?"

Flynn sighs a little, "I'll get you a pill, but no wine. How is that?"

"Fine." She watches him, "How is Provenza?"

"He's doing well. They removed the respirator and he's been arguing with Liz a little." He grins, "She threatened to tell them to put it back in. He's alright though."

"I was really worried about him." Sharon nods, "When things get settled and...I forgot to enroll the kids in school..." She pauses.

"It's alright. You can do that on the computer now."

"Not with Catholic school." She makes a face, shaking her head, "They'll go to the school the kids went to. Just a call should do it, those Catholic schools are hurt for money now as it is."

"You're sending them to Catholic school?" He brings her the pills with a glass of water, mocking her for the most part, "Haven't they been through enough?"

"They'll do fine there, Andy." She sips the water, then the pills, followed by another swig of water.

"Water then pills?"

Sharon nods, "I don't like the taste of pills in my mouth. Water first makes them easier to handle."

"You say that like you take a lof of pills."

"I do." She nods, glancing to him with a slight smile, "After my husband died, I had a hard time handling it. That, raising kids, work where people hate you...it was all a bit too much at the time."

"You still take them?"

"Well," Sharon shrugs, "Some days, if I need them. I've found a glass of wine or two when I get home from work has nearly the same effect on the less stressful days and it's much cheaper."

"That's not good, Shar."

"Andy, it's better than pills. I don't like taking pills if I don't have to. It hurts my negotiating skills because I become too happy."

"There's such a thing as too happy?" Flynn smirks, watching the woman. He reaches his hand over to stroke her hair softly.

"I'm happy, I just can't smile all the time when trying to get the best of a serial killer. Surely, you know what I mean."

"Of course." He nods, looking into her brown eyes before leaning in and kissing her lips, "Welcome home, Shar."

Sharon smiles a little, "Thank you."

Tyler carries in his niece on one arm and his nephew on the other, "They were knocked out over there."

"Oh." Sharon nods a little, "Well, if they're sleeping..."

"Do you want me to wake them?"

"No, it's okay. Take them to bed. Thank you, Ty."

"Sure, mom." Tyler smiles, carrying the kids to their room.

Sharon sighs, "I'll make calls tomorrow-"

"I can do that for you. You need rest and relaxation so that shoulder can heal up." Flynn nods.

"That's sweet of you, but they'll probably ask you questions that you probably, more than likely, won't know the answers to." She smiles, "I appreciate your enthusiasm to handle things for me, but I'm fine, Andy."

He nods, "Fair enough. I'm not going anywhere though." He smirks, "I'm going to take care of you so that Ty can go back to school and I'll take the other two in the mornings until you're allowed to drive."

She sighs, putting her head back on the sofa, "I hate not being able to drive."

"They said a few weeks at least."

"Doesn't make me hate the feeling less."

Andy nods, "So do that tomorrow while I get to work."

"Bring me things home to work on."

"Like what, Shar? Interviews at the dinner table?"

"If I have to, yes, interviews at the dinner table." Sharon smirks, waving her hand.

"Well, I need to get to bed. You should let me help you in there so I can sleep."

"You wouldn't sleep if I was out here?"

"Honestly?" He leans in, kissing her softly, "Probably not, no."

"Sweet talker." She slowly rises off the sofa, using her better arm for support. Sharon leans on Andy a bit as he leads her to the bedroom.