Her eyes fluttered open and all she could make out was the dim outline of fluorescent lights above her. She could feel a familiar weight on her hand and when she wiggled her fingers, her husband's soft, strong hand instinctively closed around her own. Dear lord, it wasn't real, she thought. I'm alive. It must have been a dream. A nightmare. A horrible nightmare. "Andy?" At least that was what she tried to say but all she heard with her own ears was a low moan. Still, her husband heard her and woke up beside her.

"Oh my god, Sharon. You're awake. Oh Sharon." He grabbed the nurse's call button. She could feel herself slipping back to sleep, only minimally aware of the movement now around her.

The phone rang loudly in the dark bedroom. However, it's owner was oblivious to its angry tones. It continued to ring until a dark, delicate hand with manicured and painted red nails reached over the snoring lump next to her to answer it. She nudged her husband gently at first and then softly but firmly called his name. "Louie. Your phone."

"I'm up. I'm up." Lt. Louie Provenza took the phone out of Patrice's hand and groggily ran his hand over his face to wake himself up. "Provenza. This better be important."

"She's awake." His partner's voice was hoarse and tired but he couldn't miss the unmistakable sound of hope that accompanied it.

"I'm on my way." Lt. Provenza threw the covers off of his weary body and sat up on the side of the bed. He slowly stood because that's the speed his body moved these days. He could hear his wife of almost two years get up as well. "Where are you going?" He asked in his usual gruff way.

"What do you mean, where am I going? I'm going to the hospital with you. I heard Andy on the phone." He knew it was useless to argue with his wife. She was always right. Maybe that's why they got along so well. He stopped being an ass.

Andy Flynn stepped back into his wife's hospital room in the ICU. He was in the wrinkled sweats that Rusty brought to the hospital five days ago when Sharon was finally moved from the emergency room to ICU. Five terrifying days of not knowing what was going to happen. It seemed like months, years even since Sharon collapsed in her office. Julio's quick intervention might have just saved her life. Her internal defibrillator, which was supposed to shock her heart and get it started again, malfunctioned. When he finds out who put that woman in with Sharon, he would personally beat them to a pulp. But Julio rushed in when he saw Sharon go down and started CPR.

He moved quietly back into the room. Sharon had just woken up after being in an induced coma for five days. The doctors needed her heart to rest and felt this was the best option although not without its own risks. Andy sat back down next to his wife and gently enclosed her hand in his own.

"Andy…" her voice was scratchy and not at all its usual melodic tone.

"Shhh… I'm here. Just rest."

"No Andy. Stroh. He's back. Where is Rusty?" She tried to sit up but was too weak.

"Sharon, honey, you can't. You are too weak. Just relax and talk to me."

Sharon relaxed her body against the hospital bed. It was so real. She dreamed that she died. She watched it all play out like it was a television program or something. She watched as she was taken to the hospital. She watched as her team waited in the emergency waiting room with Andy and Rusty. Cried as she saw Andy collapse into Rusty's arms at the news that she didn't make it. She watched as her whole team mourned her, their captain.

Then her dream changed. She saw Gus, sweet Gus, tell a man, a familiar man that he was going to the hospital. And then the man turned out to be Phillip Stroh. She watched helplessly, unable to tell Gus, unable to help him or Rusty.

"Andy. Where is Rusty? I need to see Rusty" she had to make sure he was ok.

"Babe. I called him as soon as you woke up. He and Gus are on their way here. So is Provenza."

"Andy. Please listen very carefully. Don't ask me how I know this, but Phillip Stroh is in LA. Please. Make sure Rusty is safe. My dream. He killed. He killed him…"

"Shhh. Sharon, I will. I promise. Just rest now. Please. I… I can't lose you, Sharon. Please, just rest." As Sharon drifted back towards unconsciousness, she knew she had to do what Andy asked of her. She saw him when she died. It was a dream, but she saw how broken he was over her death, and she could never do that to him. She loved him too much to ever put him through that pain if she could help it.

"Andy…" she whispered. "I love you."