Sharon just wanted to go home. She'd heard enough, and she was both tired and frustrated. It had been a long evening, an evening she'd hoped to enjoy, but after learning that Andy had stayed with Sandra, Sharon just had an upset stomach she couldn't shake. She had hoped a glass of wine would help; it didn't, and after making small talk with the team, she decided to call it a night. Besides, Jack had told her he would call from the airport; he had an 8:00 flight, and with it being almost 7:00, she wanted to talk to him before he left for the weekend.

"I'm going to get going," she looked to everyone, knowing if she stayed longer, she just might end up drinking away her frustrations. They had all had several drinks, everyone but Sharon and of course, Andy, but she knew they would be safe going home with him.

"I'll walk you back to your car," Andy leaned over to tell her. She turned to him and shook her head.

"I'll be fine. No need for you to leave, Andy," she offered a small smile.

"No," he stood and looked to the table, "they all need to go home. I'm going to get my car too and swing by here to pick up everyone. You're doing me a favor," he smiled. "I'm ready to go too."

Sharon just nodded; she couldn't really argue. They had been in the bar for quite some time, even though it was still early in the evening. She said goodbye to the team, and she made her way to the door where she waited for Andy, who was settling things at the bar. She chuckled at that; Andy didn't drink, yet he almost always paid for Provenza. He was a good friend; she knew that, and as much as it sickened her to think he was making a mistake with Sandra, she'd promised herself and Andy, too, that it wouldn't be an issue between them.

The city was bustling as they walked back to the parking garage. Sharon didn't have much to say, which was unusual when with Andy.

"So, Jack is visiting Ricky this weekend?" Andy asked out of the blue. They had been quiet up to this point, and now they are almost in the garage. Sharon had been lost in thought and had to focus to answer Andy.

"Hmm, yes," she nodded. "He's flying up there tonight."

"Well, I hope he is there for Ricky. He's a good kid, Sharon. All your kids are great, and I include Rusty in that. You've done a great job with him."

Sharon smiled at the mention of her kids, "Thank you. Rusty asked about you this morning. I think he's missing the team right now. With his chess club after school most days, he's not seeing the team a lot."

Andy just nodded, both aware of the other reason Andy hadn't been around. The two weren't spending time together like they had been before Andy had broken the news to Sharon he was trying to fix things with Sandra.

"Yeah, well, you really have done a lot with Rusty. I hope he realizes just how good he has it with you, and I hope Jack realizes how lucky he is Ricky is giving him a chance. I'd give anything for that. Nate still isn't interested in talking to me much. Maybe it will improve now that I'm around Sandra more. I don't know," he sighed.

They reached the elevator, and Sharon pushed the button and turned to Andy, "I know you are a good father, Andy. You've changed so much, all for the better. He will see that. I have faith," she nodded. Two other officers joined them at the elevator, so their conversation ended. The glanced at each other as they stepped onto the elevator, and it was a quiet ride to their floor. Andy continued to walk next to Sharon as they approached her car.

"Thank you for walking back with me, even though I would have been fine," she rolled her eyes.

"I know," he shrugged. "Felt like old times, taking a walk with you. Of course," he rolled his eyes, "it's definitely not as scenic as the beach." Sharon nodded and looked to the floor. The beach had been their favorite place to walk and unwind after a busy week of work. They would often go there Friday or Saturday nights either before or after dinner out to walk together. They'd spent a lot of time walking a lot of miles at the beach, again, something they hadn't done now in quite some time.

"It's getting late, at least for me," she grinned. "I'm going to go home, take a hot bath, and go to bed early."

He nodded, "I'm going to get the rest of them home."

"Do you need help?" she asked.

He shook his head, "Nah, I'll be fine. We have this down to a science, really. Mike probably only had one beer even if he's trying to hide it, and if that's the case, he will take Julio and probably Sykes home on his way. We'll be fine. I can get Provenza and Buzz. You go home and enjoy your weekend."

"You too," she said quickly. "I hope it's, it's, it's a good one," she finally said. She wasn't sure what she wanted to suggest to Andy, but she knew she didn't want to wish him well as he spent the weekend with Sandra. Andy nodded.

"Night, Sharon," he said quietly. His eyes met hers, and she nodded in return and looked away quickly.

"Night, Andy," she said, still facing away, and she started to say more, but her phone rang. Andy looked to her as she dug it from her purse.

"I'll see you Monday," she nodded to him and fumbled for her phone and keys. She had a good idea about the caller and didn't want to speak to Jack in front of Andy. He nodded and started for his car. She answered when Andy was a few steps away and as she was about to get into her car.

"Hi, how is everything?" she said as she got settled in the car.

"Good," Jack told her. She could detect a relaxed and happy tone to his voice, and she smiled as she turned on the car. Sharon hoped the weekend would repair a lot of damage between Jack and Ricky. She wasn't naïve to think it would fix everything, but she knew Jack was trying and hoped Ricky would see that too.

"I'm very proud of you, Jack," she stated. All week long, Sharon had a nagging feeling that something would come up to prevent Jack from going. It was habit, really. Jack had disappointed all of them in the past, and she somewhat expected it to happen again with his trip to see Ricky. She was pleasantly surprised the trip was still on schedule.

"It's long overdue, Sharon. I know that. I am looking forward to the weekend with Ricky, even if I have to watch this tv series I bought him," he chuckled. Sharon laughed too.

"Take him out for a pizza. You can't go wrong. Pizza is his favorite food," she told Jack.

"Hmm, not burgers? I thought he liked burgers," Jack told her.

"He does," she said casually, "but pizza is his favorite. Burgers, that's Rusty. Ricky loves pizza, almost any kind, so tell him what you want, or you will end up eating something awful like broccoli and ham together on a pizza," she chuckled.

"Ugh, he eats that combo? That sounds terrible," Jack told her.

"He does," Sharon continued to laugh. She was enjoying her conversation with Jack, updating him on their kids, even though her mind told her that as Ricky's father, Jack should know what his own son likes to eat. "I'm telling you that he will eat anything on pizza. Years ago, I thought he was trying to gross me out with his odd toppings, which he might have been, but he will literally eat anything on pizza."

"Noted," Jack chuckled. "So, how was your day?"

"Hmm, paperwork," she sighed. "It's done, though, and I just had a drink with the team. I'm going home now, at least after I get off the phone with you. I'm currently sitting in my car in the parking garage."

"Just be careful, Sharon," he told her. "I know you're a police captain, and I haven't been around, but I am now, and I want you to be careful."

"I will," she nodded to herself. "Andy walked back with me. I'm fine."

"Flynn," he sighed.

"Jack," she said quietly. "Let's discuss anything else."

"Okay," Jack replied. "I called a realtor, a friend of a friend today. I realize I was asking too much, to stay with you, and I put you in a bad spot. This guy is going to help me find a place to rent. I told him I needed a studio or one-bedroom place, nothing crazy, but I want a decent place for you to visit, as well as the kids."

"Oh, okay," Sharon said, the surprise evident in her voice.

"What? What's wrong? Sharon, I thought you would be happy about that. I'm not forcing you to make a decision," he told her.

"I am," she shook her head and continued, "I am happy for you, Jack. I mean, I am glad you want to find a place, but I had already thought about and decided you could stay at the condo at least until you found something. I wouldn't mind."

"Really?" he asked. "Sharon, I am not going to make things awkward. Rusty's there, and like you said before, it's tight with three of us, and things aren't exactly normal between you and me."

"Jack, I think it's a possibility if you want it to be," she told him. "We can discuss it after the weekend. Did you drive to the airport?"

"No, a colleague dropped me off after work. I'll catch a ride back to my car Sunday night," he told her.

"I'll pick you up," Sharon said quickly. The words spilled out of her mouth, and she almost didn't realize she'd said them. "I'll get you on Sunday. We can talk some on Sunday. I want to hear all about the weekend."

"I'd really enjoy that, Sharon," Jack told her. "I need to get going. They are going to board the flight soon."

"Have a good time, Jack," Sharon smiled. "Enjoy this time with our son."

"I will," he told her. "Bye, Sharon. I love you."

"Bye Jack," she said and hung up quickly, not realizing until after she'd hung up that she hadn't told him she loved him. She thought she still did; she was letting him back into her life. Perhaps it was time to do that even more, to let her guard down with Jack. She didn't want him to accuse her of not trying, of putting up walls for him. That had been an argument in the past, and he'd been right, but Sharon had guarded herself from the problems he'd also created. They'd both had issues in the past, and she didn't want that again, so as she was recognizing that now, she made a pact with herself to spend the weekend thinking about Jack and what letting him back into her life would mean for her. She needed to decide just what that meant, what walls she was going to tear down for Jack. She had until Sunday night to figure that out because by then, she wanted to have some type of open and honest conversation with him about their future, whatever that might be.