Major Crimes Mysteries

The Family McCoy

Chapter 25

Sharon stepped into the vestibule of Dr. Joe's office and exhaled deeply. She wondered how she would explain her nightmare without sounding incredibly crazy. Even going through it in her mind she couldn't tell if it was just another nightmare or not, even though in the pit of her stomach, she knew something odd had happened on the yacht that day. It was enough of a question that even Julio had wondered enough to bring it up to her one day in passing. She had reassured him that she had known Lieutenant Camacho for almost two decades. She had trained him when he had first been assigned to FID and when he took her position when she transferred to FID. She knew if anything had happened, he was as big of a pit bull with unethical and illegal behaviors throughout the LAPD. Sharon was happy to see he had carried on a large number of the policies and procedures she had worked hard to implement.

Sharon stepped into the empty reception room and Dr. Joe walked out immediately to see her. She was hoping for a few more minutes to not only get her thoughts together, but to garner enough strength to finally confront something that she had a feeling had been at the back of her mind since the heart attack.

"Sharon, step on in." Joe told her.

For the second time since walking into the building, Sharon exhaled deeply and looked at Joe as she sat on the couch.

"What is going on, Sharon? You look concerned." Joe asked her.

"Dr. Joe, I don't know how to ask you this, so I am just going to come right out and ask it." Sharon told him. Joe could tell whatever Sharon was getting ready to talk to him about deeply affected her as she started to have tears in her eyes.

Joe nodded now more perplexed than ever.

"Joe, do you believe that people in comas can hear conversations around them?" Sharon asked him.

Joe started to guess where the conversation was going. "Well, there is research that says that yes, people can hear and retain what is going on around them while in comas. Why do you ask, Sharon?"

Sharon proceeded to tell Dr. Joe about the nightmare that she had the night before.

"Do you think there is any truth to your nightmare, Sharon?" Joe asked her.

"I don't know, Joe. FID investigated the shooting. They found nothing wrong, but there is something not right. I can feel it in my gut. I don't know why. Did I hear something that night? Is my nightmare trying to tell me something happened that night? That my son, my husband and my number two in command conspired to kill someone?" Sharon asked him.

"Well, Sharon, how do you think you can find out?" Joe asked her in a trick he used to play with Rusty when trying to get him to move forward in his therapy. "You have the skills. FID was your stomping ground. It is your passion."

"But Joe, what if my nightmare was correct? What if that conversation did occur in my hospital room? What if Julio's suspicions were correct? Julio is far from a stupid man." Sharon asked him. "I will lose everything I hold dear. That is behavior I fought against in my career with the LAPD, but all the people involved are those who I live for. "

"Sharon, let me ask you a question. What are you going to do if you find out that something did happen on that yacht and a cover up occurred?" Joe asked her.

At this point, Sharon broke down. "I don't know. I just don't know." She mumbled through tears.

"Maybe that is what you need to do." Joe told her. "Maybe for your peace of mind, you need to do your own investigation. It will either quell your fears or we will be discussing next what you feel needs to be done. Bottom line, though, I think we just got to the source of your nightmares. I think your unconscious mind was asking the questions. Maybe something doesn't smell right about it and you couldn't resolve it. Maybe this nightmare was just the hammer on the head to get you to listen. Until you get it resolved, the nightmares will continue."

Sharon breathed out slowly and shook her head yes in agreement with him. Without further acknowledging him, she stood up and walked out the door.

She felt her life crumbling before her and she could only blame herself for initiating it.