It was two days later when Andy thought he was being poisoned, yes poisoned. He'd had a lovely walk to work, as the weather was finally warming up, and now, as he sat at his desk, he was sure the food in front of him had been poisoned. Great, just great. He had a date tonight with a co-worker's neighbor and had been looking forward to that. Now, he was being poisoned, and that would definitely not go well for a date later in the evening. He continued to stare at it, wondering if he should just throw it away or take the risk. Why did it look so good? Why did the smell just make him want to dig into it? He tried to think logically about it all; poison wasn't easily detected, and it could very well be poisoned, but no, there's no way she'd stoop to that…

Yes, she. Andy had arrived to work to find some of his staff already there; he usually arrived in the middle of the pack, and this morning had been no different. His office had a staff of 12, during the day shift, and that didn't include any of the actual police or security around the campus. No, his office was full of the paper pushers and dispatchers, people of all different ages, but Andy enjoyed the group. He'd arrived to find the few there staring at two huge bags left on the main desk counter with his name on the tag. He'd been surprised to see it, "Andy Flynn," staring right back at him, almost as if he wanted to talk to the bag and say, "Yes, I'm Andy Flynn." No one on the staff had to guess the contents; the bag and smells gave it away-coffee and pastries from none other, but his neighborhood coffee shop, and he'd looked to the staff with curiosity.

"What's going on with this?" Andy had asked them when he'd entered the office.

Shrugs greeted him until Dylan, a man in his mid-30's spoke, "I was the first one in today for our shift, and the delivery guy came in with that about five minutes after I got here. If you didn't order it for us, I have no clue about who sent it, other than to say someone sent food. We thought it was rude to get into it before you got here."

Andy nodded and looked around, "So, anyone?" He waited, hoping someone would confess to the nice gesture. When no one did, he walked to the bag, opened it, and he looked inside. He found a simple card inside, and he pulled it out. He stepped to the side to open the card while the office waited for the go-ahead to help themselves.

"Andy (you told me to call you Andy)-Since you wouldn't let me repay you the money you gave and spent on Emily, I wanted to do something simple you couldn't return or refuse. Thank you again. Your kindness was a pleasant surprise.—Sharon (because listening to you call me Captain when we don't work together anymore sounds absurd)

Andy finished reading the card and looked up to find his staff staring at him, waiting for an explanation. He waved the card in the air and gestured to the coffee and pastries, "Dig in, everyone. This was just a thanks from someone I know. I helped her daughter when her wallet went missing."

The group smiled back at him, and when he moved out of the way, they all moved toward the bags of food. Andy had only gotten a small glimpse of the pastries, but there appeared to be a lot, probably close to two dozen pastries, if not more. The second bag was full of plates, silverware, napkins, and cups. A portable coffee dispenser sat next to everything. She really had thought of everything and put some effort into the act.

"Oh, wow, there's a huge tray fruit in the bottom of this," Andy heard and looked up to find Clint, one of his other security techs, pulling a foil wrapped container out of the bag. The pastries had been in a smaller bag on top of the fruit, and now that it was out, it was clear that Raydor had not just provided a nice gesture, but a continental type breakfast for his office.

"So, what all did she send?" Andy asked.

"Looks like a mixture of croissants, scones, and bagels," Clint explained. "The bag with the condiments also has cream cheese, jellies, and other spreads. Looks like there are a dozen bagels and at least two dozen croissants and scones. You must have done something really great."

Andy shrugged and sighed, "No, just helping out a neighbor, a friend. Eat up, everyone. Enjoy."

With that, Andy had walked back to his office to put his own cup of coffee on his desk. He was still carrying the card, and once he got into his office, he looked at it again and sighed. Raydor. She was being nice? She'd never been nice to him, not really, and he'd already cleared the air with her a couple evenings ago now, so why this?

"Boss, the food is going fast, so I brought you a croissant and a cup of coffee," Bonnie, his assistant said as she knocked on his open door and brought in the food for him. He nodded and smiled at her as she put it on his desk, and then, seeing as he was still looking at the card, she retreated quickly to start her work.

That left Andy to now, where he was staring at the food. She wouldn't poison it, would she? He looked at it, sitting there on his desk. The coffee was still hot, steaming in fact. He was slightly impressed with that part of the delivery alone. He knew the office was out there eating it, so it couldn't be bad, right? Still, in the back of his mind, he had to wonder what was wrong with the food. He sat down at his desk, and he eyed it again before he dug his phone out of his pocket.

He contemplated sending her a text message or calling her, not sure which, if either, was the better idea. He sighed and finally decided to just call. Texting seemed almost to convey the wrong message, whatever that was-he wasn't sure, but calling seemed to be the best way to end things. Texting put the ball back in her court, to respond or not respond, but this way, he hoped he'd speak to her, thank her, and be done talking to her.

As he pulled up his contacts, he chuckled to himself when he found hers. He'd given her a special name, telling himself a special name for a special thorn in his side. He found her contact information, WWW, for Wicked Witch of the West. Yes, she annoyed him so much that he'd not even dignified her as a proper contact. It had been different when he'd worked for the LAPD and had to keep her number as a professional contact; he'd done that, but now, she wasn't really a contact he wanted to have. He did have her number, a reminder of the time she'd called to chew him out about Emily. He'd saved her number in the event she called him again to chew him out more, and now, to his surprise, he was glad he had it to close up their latest encounter.

As he heard her answer, he started speaking even before she had the chance to say anything, "Captain, it's Andy Flynn. I'm calling about the food you sent over to my work."

"Andy, hi," she replied to him. "Oh, you did get it, then?"

"Umm, yeah," he nodded. "Thank you, I guess, but it wasn't necessary, really. I don't need any sort of repayment for helping Emily. I was serious when I said that the other night."

"I know," she replied to him. "I just wanted to do something nice. It's not often people do anything nice for me, for my family, and well, you went above and beyond. You and Lieutenant Provenza really helped Emily, and I'm very grateful. I just wanted to return the gesture, and while you wouldn't let me pay you back, well, I decided to think outside the box. It seemed like sending breakfast to your office was the next best thing. From what I have learned about you, you would just assume take care of others. That is something I hadn't really seen in you in your old job, but I admire that and hope your team enjoys the food."

"Okay," he said slowly, trying to figure out if she was expecting anything from him. "Thank you, but it wasn't necessary."

"It was to me," she told him. "I thought of several options, and really, you should be thanking me because my other idea was to make you a homemade casserole. I'm not a very good cook, so be glad I opted for the pastries."

Andy chuckled, "Fair enough. I must admit I have been sitting here wondering if you were trying to poison me."

"Poison you?" Sharon questioned. Andy was sure he heard her start to laugh, and then she cleared her throat, "Why would you think I was trying to poison you?"

"Well, you know," Andy shrugged, not that she could see him, "we aren't exactly friends. It wasn't that long ago we were known for going rounds at work. Captain, you and I just have very different personalities and ways of handling situations. So, yeah, it did enter my mind, even if really, I would assume as a police captain you wouldn't poison a fellow officer, even if I'm retired."

Sharon started to laugh, "I can assure you, no poison. The poison is only for my ex-husband, but so far, it hasn't worked. I might need to up my dosage or switch poisons."

Andy burst out laughing at this and looked to the food still in front of him. He caught his breath, and he finally cleared his throat, "You're quite the comedian. I might need to borrow some of that for my ex-wife."

Sharon chuckled again, "Well, in the meantime, you will just have to trust that yours wasn't poisoned. I promise."

"I suppose I can trust that, considering you are an officer of the law," Andy told her.

"Think of it this way," she told him, "that if I really wanted to hurt you, I would have done that years ago in Los Angeles to get you out of my hair. Instead, you retired, moved across the county, where now, I seem to run into you anytime I visit my daughter."

"Good point, so I can safely eat this croissant sitting here in front of me?" Andy teased.

"Be my guest," Sharon told him.

"Well, thanks again, but it wasn't necessary. So, we're good, right? I mean, we're even, right? I wasn't looking for any sort of thanks for helping Emily, but can we consider things even now, please?" Andy looked down at the food again, still surprised the captain had gone to the trouble to thank him.

"We're even, yes," Sharon told him. "Hopefully, Emily never needs you to come to her assistance again."

"If she does, I'll be glad to help. She's a great young woman, and you should be proud of her. To be honest, I never thought of you as having kids, I mean, as a mom, really," he told her.

"My kids are my life," she told him. "I know it must look like I only think of work, but I do everything for my children. I do have a life outside the LAPD. In fact, that's one thing I love about coming to New York. I really relax here. Yes, it's the middle of a bustling city, but I relax. I enjoy the culture-going to museums, galleries, shows -things like that, and I just don't take the time to do those things in L.A. Here, I take time to slow down and enjoy life. I love being able to do those things with Emily here, and I love watching her perform."

"She is a great dancer," Andy admitted. "I don't know much about the ballet, but I did enjoy watching her dance. She's very talented, and you should be proud."

"Thank you, and yes, she's so talented. Her new show is the best I've seen," she admitted.

"Well, Captain, I won't keep you any longer," Andy said as he looked to the clock and realized he'd been talking to her for almost 10 minutes. "Thanks for the food. My staff has probably polished off all of it by now."

"You're welcome, and thank you again for watching out for Emily. It's nice to know you don't hold a grudge for me out on my daughter," she told him.

"It's not exactly a grudge," Andy admitted.

"Oh, total hatred, then?" Sharon chuckled. "I admit I had the wrong perception of you with Emily. I can admit my misconception."

"Okay, so maybe a grudge, or even more than that," he told her. "Loathe? That might be the right word, but anyways, we're even, so anyway, have a good visit, Captain. Take care."

"Take care, Andy," she told him. "Oh, and it's Sharon, please. FID is just my job, not my life. I'm just Sharon."

"Noted," Andy said simply and hung up the call. He sat back and crossed his hands on his desk. He'd just had a somewhat civil conversation with Raydor. She still annoyed him; she had been annoying him for years. It really hadn't occurred to him that she might be a "regular" person with a family. Sure, he knew she had kids; the department knew she had kids, but he'd never really thought of her as being a mom. Andy looked to the croissant still sitting there on his desk. Okay, so maybe he'd overreacted thinking she would go so far to poison him. Yes, he realized that was extreme, to think a police captain would do that, but he never would have pegged her for doing something kind for him. Maybe she was a halfway decent mom. Emily was a great kid, and that had to come from somewhere. Raydor, she'd surprised him today with food. Provenza wouldn't believe it when Andy told him all about it. He'd call Provenza later tonight, after his date, and explain the latest. Raydor-the WWW continued to surprise him, even after he'd moved 3,000 miles away.