Sharon listened as Provenza gave her the case update. It sounded like an interesting case, and the team had made a lot of progress in the short time they'd been on the job. She asked a few questions and looked through the small file Provenza had already started on the investigation. The rest of the team continued to work while she and Provenza spoke in her office. It felt good to be back at work.

"Captain, if you don't have any additional immediate questions, I'm going to take care of something right now," he nodded to his phone. "Do you mind if I step out for a few minutes to return a call and maybe get a cup of coffee?"

"Of course, not, Lieutenant," she nodded to him. "Good work so far on the case. I'm going to go to the board and familiarize myself with everything."

"There's not much there yet, and Morales was backed up. He said he'd call up here when he's ready, and I expect that at any point. Maybe you can take Flynn down there when he's ready," Provenza nodded toward Andy as he suggested it.

"That will be fine," she nodded in agreement. It was hard to disagree that she and Andy were the best team in the morgue. No one liked going to the morgue, but it was part of the job. Sharon had started taking Andy with her back when he'd been her only ally, and as their friendship had grown, it just felt normal to request Andy go with her to the morgue. The team was used to it too, just as everyone seemed to have their "typical" job during murder investigations. Andy typically went to the morgue and pulled financials; that's just what he did best, just as Tao dealt with anything technical or medical, Julio provided background on gang intelligence, and Amy had a military connection, which they often needed. So, as Provenza suggested Andy accompany Sharon to the morgue, she just glanced toward his desk. Yes, Andy was the right one to go to the morgue with her; she was looking forward to telling him about her trip, and she was excited about catching up with him.

"I'll be back shortly," he nodded to her and disappeared. Sharon looked down at the paperwork she'd been given, and she started to read it, while Provenza scurried out of the room.

"Rusty, what is going on?" Provenza said, quite irritated, when he cleared the office area and got Rusty on the phone. Rusty had tried calling him three times while he was meeting with Sharon and sent him an endless number of text messages telling Provenza he needed to speak with him immediately.

"I just got here. I'm getting on the elevator," Rusty told him. "Wait, could you like come downstairs? I don't want Sharon to see me here."

"Oh, what did you do?" Provenza sighed and rolled his eyes. He walked toward the elevator and punched the button. "Please tell me you didn't do something stupid?"

"No, I didn't," he said, his voice agitated, "but, Jack did. Jack really did something stupid."

Provenza sighed and rubbed his hand on his head, "I'll be right down." It only took a few minutes before Provenza and Rusty were outside where they could talk in private. It was the rush hour; people were moving around everywhere, but they found a quiet area to discuss whatever had brought Rusty downtown in rush hour traffic.

"So, like, I don't know what to do," Rusty paced outside as he explained the mess to Provenza, who had stopped at the soda machine on the way outside and bought Rusty a drink. Rusty hadn't touched it yet, but Provenza was sipping on his cup of coffee he'd just bought from the vendor cart.

"You saw Jack with another woman?" Provenza asked to clarify Rusty's rant.

"I did more than that," Rusty dug out his phone. "I took pictures of them, together, on the balcony. Here," he passed his phone to Provenza with the photo evidence in hand. Provenza scrolled through the five pictures Rusty had taken quickly, almost all the same, but it was very clear what was going on at the condo. "He had his hands all over her, and I guarantee she wouldn't go anywhere dressed like she was."

"And, from this," he gestured to the phone, "you don't think Jack saw you?" Provenza asked.

"No, I'm positive he didn't see me," Rusty nodded. "I was barely in the house, and he was obviously distracted," he rolled his eyes at Provenza. "I didn't think about it at the time, but I dragged the bags with me down to my car. I was just acting, not really thinking, but in doing that, Jack doesn't know I was ever there."

Provenza nodded as he listened. Rusty had walked into a mess, and now, he'd put Provenza in the middle of it too, not that Rusty had done the wrong thing, but here he was, knowing way too much information about his captain. He rolled his eyes as he thought about that; she was more than his captain. As much as he didn't want to admit it, she'd become a friend, a good friend, and he hated that he now had to deliver this news. He might dare say it would devastate her, but it would irritate her to no end.

"Lieutenant," Rusty called to him. Provenza's mind had started to wander, and he turned to Rusty, "Lieutenant, how do I tell Sharon?"

Provenza sighed and shook his head, "I'll tell her. You don't need this on you. Send me the pictures," he gestured to Rusty where he was holding his phone again. "I'll talk to her today before she would ever go home. Here," he dug his keys out of his pocket and worked for a few moments to take his house key off the ring. "Don't lose this," he gave Rusty a stern look. "It's for my house. Go there, and you can stay there tonight. I have no idea how long we'll be here, but you can stay there. I won't let the captain go home without telling her. You said your bag is in your car?"

"Yeah," Rusty nodded. "I have both my bag and Sharon's. I was in the parking garage at the condo before I even realized I was pulling both bags."

"Good," Provenza nodded. "You have a key to her car, don't you?"

"Yeah?" Rusty said with a questionable glance.

Provenza gestured with his hand, "Put her bag in her car again. I don't know what she will do, but in case she doesn't want to go home, put it there. You can stay at my place. I have a guest room that Flynn uses on occasion."

Rusty's eyes grew wide, "Are you going to tell him, the lieutenant?"

"Not right now," Provenza told him. "Look, this is between Sharon and Jack," he rolled his eyes. "She will deal with him. It's not my job to spread the office gossip. She and Flynn have their own complex relationship, and I'm not going to be the one to spread things around, even as much as I hate Jack."

"See! It's not just me! I really thought I liked him, when he first came around here last year. Now that I know him better, he's just, I don't know," he shook his head and continued, "a slime."

"No argument from me, Rusty, but the captain is a good person, and she always tries to see the best in people. I know she thinks that of even Jack, that he might still have something inside she loved from long ago. I'd say after this, she's done romanticizing about what once was."

Rusty nodded, "You think she will be okay? I mean, I can stay here and tell her with you."

Provenza shook his head, "You go. I'll deal with this. She will be okay. She'll be mad, frustrated, and she might start doubting things, but she'll be harder on herself than anyone else. That's just how she is."

"Yeah, you're right about that," Rusty sighed.

"Go," Provenza nodded toward the parking garage. "Go, stay at my place. You can stay there tomorrow too, or at least we know what the plan is with Jack. There's some food there, but feel free to order a pizza or whatever. I'll be home later, and I'll make sure the captain knows where you are. Feel free to clean the place too," he smirked at Rusty. Rusty just rolled his eyes at Provenza.

"Thanks, Lieutenant," he nodded to him. "I really appreciate it."

"Just send me those pictures," Provenza nodded again to his phone. Rusty nodded in agreement and started to work on that. "I've got to get back to work, and then later, I'll tell the captain about dear old Jack."