It wasn't until late the next afternoon that they finally found their lead for the place that Jack was probably holding Rusty and Oliver. Everything that they had gathered at Jack's apartment pointed to his and Sharon's old house, which had recently just been purchased. As the teams prepared in the quiet neighborhood Andy and Sharon were arguing as she strapped herself into a kevlar vest before checking her gun.

"Sharon, you can't do this. That is exactly what he wants is to lure you in there. Who knows what he has up his sleeve."

"I don't care, Andy," Sharon says as she holsters her gun, "I'm getting our kids back."

"Sharon…" Andy tries to reason.

"If anyone can talk to him…look, he wants me. Just let me do this okay?!" Sharon yells before walking away from him towards the SWAT team. She talks to the squad leader and waits for their members to get into place before approaching the house with her gun drawn at her side. Her hand curls around the doorknob and turns as she pushes the door open. She pauses for a moment as she steps into the quiet house she had shared with her husband before their marriage had fallen apart.

Sharon could practically hear Emily and Ricky's lingering laughter, the pitter patter of their feet across the floor as she chased them around the house. She swallows and curls her hand around the grip of her gun before proceeding forward. She lifts her weapon as she moves around the corner, observing the scene. Sharon could tell that Rusty, bound to the chair he was sitting in, had some deep wounds and was barely conscious as her ex husband stood over him, pointing a gun in her face. She couldn't see or hear Oliver anywhere and the thought sent terror through her body.

"Sharon, so glad you could finally join us."

"What are you doing, Jack?" Sharon asks as her thumb flicks the safety off.

"Just a little tit for tat, you ruin my life, I ruin yours, our usual," Jack comments, "How does it feel to have everything you love ripped away from you?"

"Just let them go, Jack," Sharon says, her focus not wavering, "Whatever you want, you can have it just let them go."

"I wanted you. That's all I've ever wanted and you never wanted to give it to me."

"I'm not yours to have. I'm a person, not an object."

"I never should have let you go back to work after you had Ricky."

"You weren't even there! Besides someone had to pay the bills, replace all of the money you were throwing away at the bar or at the poker table," Sharon replies as her eyes narrow.

"And then! You bring home this mutt," Jack growls as he digs his fingers into a wound in Rusty's shoulder, causing the boy to cry out. Sharon swallows hard as she feels herself tear up at his pain, "And get yourself knocked up by your lieutenant. How could you do that to our children?"

"Our children? DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT OUR CHILDREN. They are my children, I raised them, I picked them up when they fell down, I paid for dance lessons and sports equipment. You have done nothing but hurt them and poison them," Sharon yells at him, "I will end you one way or another for coming after my children."

"All you've ever done is try to turn them against me!"

"All I've ever done is try to get you to love them!" Sharon replies as she lifts her gun higher, "Let them go. Just let them go. You're not getting out of here unscathed anymore."

"I never had any intention of letting them go," Jack says before straightening his aim, just as Sharon fires, her shot catching Jack in the neck. His eyes widen as his knees start to crumple, managing to get a shot of his own off before he sinks to the ground behind the chair. Sharon rushes forward, kicking the gun from his hand and gathering Rusty's face in her palms as the SWAT team flies in. She calls out for a medic as she brushes Rusty's hair from his face.

"Rusty, stay with me, okay?" Sharon encourages as she holds onto him.

"Ol…" Rusty groans as his eyes start to lose focus, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, "Oliver…"

"Where is he?"

"The…c-c-car," Rusty manages to choke out. The paramedics barely get to Rusty before Sharon moves out of the way as she sprints out of the house, unknowingly leaving a trail of blood behind her. She runs out to the street, her eyes searching out for the white car that Timmy had mentioned the day before. She spots the car across the cul-de-sac, her feet continuing to carry her forward not hearing a word anyone was yelling at her.

Sharon looks through the glass and smashes the drivers side window with the butt of her pistol, wrenching the door open before pressing the trunk release button and moving to the back of the car. She sinks down to her knees as she pushes the lid up, letting out a sob as she sees Oliver laying in the bottom amongst the jumbled contents of Jack's trunk. She reaches in and lifts him out, wrapping his fluffy blue blanket around him and burying her face to his neck. She's shocked at the cold feel of his skin and quiet volume of his cry in her ear. Andy trots over, coming to a halt next to Sharon, dropping to his knees himself as he sees the tuft of red hair sticking out from her shoulder.

"Oh thank god."

"I'm never letting you go ever again," Sharon whimpers as she holds Oliver close. Andy moves to wrap his arm around her pulling his hand back when he feels a sticky warmth on her side. He's surprised to see thick red coating his fingers and palm.

"Shar…you're bleeding." Sharon turns her head to look at Andy's hand before turning back to look at him, her eyes starting to roll back as she slumps into him.

Andy reaches his hand into the incubator and rests his hand on Oliver's bare stomach, smiling at the boy as his head flicks over to look at his father. They had him warming up in the incubator and on a little bit of oxygen, no other signs of trauma besides a strong appetite to be quenched.

"Look at you bub. You look like you're already feeling better," Andy comments as Oliver grabs onto his finger and squeezes, "Your sister was smart and brought some milk from home for you, and some extra warm pajamas for when you get out of this thing."

Oliver lets out a loud sound and kicks his legs, making Andy laugh.

"Yes, you are eventually going to get out of here. Must seem like just yesterday you were in one," Andy sighs as he looks at his watch, "Your mom's still in surgery. Probably will be for about another hour, but they said things didn't look too terrible when she came in. Just need to finish fixing her up. Rusty's probably going to be a while longer though…but they are both going to be very glad to see you when they wake up."

"Mr. Flynn?" Andy looks away from Oliver as a nurse approaches, holding a bottle in her hand, "Time for another feeding. If you want you can have a little skin time with Oliver and feed him yourself?"

"Sure, that sounds great."

"Go ahead and take a seat in the chair over there, I'll bring him over." Andy nods and moves over to the recliner the nurse had indicated. He sheds his shirt, draping it over the arm before taking Oliver from the nurse, smiling as he gurgles and squirms. The nurse hands him the bottle before draping a blanket over them.

"Thank you."

"No problem, let me know if you need anything." Andy nods before offering the bottle to Oliver, smiling as he latches on. Once Oliver finishes the bottle Andy sets it to the side and shifts him so they are laying chest to chest. He presses a kiss to his head, both of them dozing off at the same time.

The nurse wakes Andy a while later with a soft hand to his shoulder.

"Mr. Flynn, your wife is out of surgery."

"Mmm, thanks," Andy says rubbing his eyes. The nurse takes Oliver back and puts him back in the incubator as Andy stands and puts his shirt back on.

"She's in recovery up on the 8th floor. Once she gets moved to her own room we'll bring Oliver up."

"Thank you," Andy nods, reaching in to rub Oliver's head one last time before going in search of Sharon. He meets up with her doctor and the rest of the family in the waiting room on the 8th floor. He spends a few minutes talking to her doctor before thanking him and turning to talk to everyone else.

"Oliver is doing fine, they are getting him warmed back up and keeping his belly full. Sharon is out of surgery, she's going to be in recovery for a couple hours, then she'll be put in her own room. Last, I heard Rusty's surgery is going well, it shouldn't be too much longer," Andy updates them. Emily sighs and rubs the tears from her eyes, resting her head against Patrick's shoulder.

"Can we go see the baby?"

"Yeah, of course," Andy says moving closer to her and reaching out to squeeze her shoulder, "You alright?"

"Probably not," Emily shrugs, "But I'll probably feel a little better seeing the one person that managed to make it out of this relatively unscathed."

"He does have a way of making you feel better," Andy agrees. Emily manages a small smile before Patrick guides her out of the waiting room. Andy talks to Sharon's parents for a moment before heading down the hallway to the recovery area. He slips inside and finds Sharon's bed, sinking down in the chair next to it and taking her hand in his. He smiles as her eyes flutter open at his touch, scooting a little closer to the bed.

"Hey, how you feeling?"

"Like I got shot," Sharon croaks.

"Funny thing about that," Andy smiles, pressing his lips to her hand.

"Oliver? Rusty?"

"Oliver is fine, he's downstairs getting warmed up and fed. Rusty is in surgery still," Andy tells her, "They said he should be fine, the surgery is just taking a bit."

"Can I see him?"

"They'll bring him up when you get moved to your own room," Andy assures her, "For now rest."

"I love you," Sharon murmurs as her eyes start to close again.

"I love you too," Andy replies as he squeezes her hand gently. He sits with her as she wakes off and on for the next couple hours before she's moved to her own room. As the nurses get her settled the doctor briefs them on Rusty's condition. The boy was going to be in recovery for a while before he was settled in his own room, but the doctors had no worries about him making a full recovery.

Andy lets her parents and Emily visit as he goes downstairs to get Oliver, dressing him in the jump suit that Emily had brought before bundling him up and carrying him upstairs. He runs into her parents on the way, nodding as they tell him they were all going back to the house for the evening, and that they would be back in the morning.

"We'll bring breakfast," Kathy says with a smile.

"I think Sharon and Rusty would love that," Andy replies, waving them off before continuing on his way to Sharon's room. He steps inside quietly, noticing that she was asleep, and shuts the door behind himself. He walks around to her non injured side before sitting down. Oliver yawns and stretches out, snuggling into Andy as they sit. Andy rubs his back talking quietly to him as Sharon sleeps. After a while he looks up as her hand reaches out to touch Oliver's hair.

"Hi my sweet boy," Sharon murmurs. Andy smiles as he watches the boy's eyes widen before he starts to look around.

"Heard your mama did you?" Andy comments before shifting the baby over to Sharon. She wraps her free arm around him and cuddles him close.

"Oh, I've missed you," She murmurs as she presses her lips to his head, "I've missed you so much."

Oliver lets out a loud coo and tangles his fingers in Sharon's hair. She smiles and closes her eyes against the tears welling in her eyes. Andy reaches hand over and covers the hand Sharon had resting on the baby's back.

"I should have listened to you and not gone in there."

"If you hadn't I would have, and I'd probably be in a worse position than you. Entire damn gun was filled with Black Talons," Andy says, "And you know I don't talk as pretty of a game as you do."

"You're right about that," Sharon smiles, opening her eyes as she looks at Andy. She reaches up with her hand that had the IV in it, wiping her tears away with a soft sigh, "Thank you. For finding them."

"What have I told you about thanking me?"

"What have I told you about accepting my thanks?" Andy laughs and shakes his head. He looks down at his phone rings, taking his hand back as he digs it out of his pocket before lifting it to his ear.

"Flynn…they are…yeah…I'll be there in a few minutes," Andy talks quietly hanging up and standing, "Apparently the kids are trying to start World War Three at the house, and your parents are calling for reinforcements."

"Oh god…"

"You okay if I leave him here?"

"Definitely," Sharon assures Andy as he leans down and presses a kiss to her lips.

[TBC]