Caught up in the kiss, they don't immediately notice there's light filtering through the bedroom window from the street lamp outside. When they pull apart, the light shines on Andy's face; Sharon can see a bruise forming near his left eye. She gently traces the outline of the mark with her fingertip. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, but I told the doctor not to prescribe pain meds."

"Okay. At least let me get you some aspirin," she says.

"There's some in the medicine cabinet over the sink in the bathroom."

She heads to the kitchen first to get him a glass of water. Checking the lock on the back door one more time, she knows she's being paranoid but better safe than sorry. Flicking the lights off as she walks through his house, she pauses to look out the living room window. She's reassured to see the unmarked car parked nearby. Just standing there staring out at the rain; her thoughts turn to Rusty; she knows he's safe in his dorm room with police protection until they figure out what's going on. Still, her nerves are on edge which is unusual, but this is an unusual situation. She's scared and being alone right now would be unbearable.

With no small amount of effort, Andy finishes undressing while Sharon is out of the room. He's reclining on the bed wearing pajama bottoms and nothing else when she returns. Setting the glass of water down on the nightstand next to him, she's about to turn and walk into the bathroom when he reaches for her hand.

"Sharon, are you okay?"

"I don't really know," she says as she squeezes his hand before letting go and walking into the bathroom for the aspirin.

He sits up and swallows the two pills she hands him. She's restless and preoccupied. Not really knowing what to do with herself, she scoops his suit and dress shirt off the end of the bed, and deposits the bundle on a chair by the bedroom door. "This needs to go to the cleaners," she says.

"Please stop fussing and come lay down."

She takes her shoes off, and stretches out fully clothed next to him on top of the bedspread. There's an Ace bandage wrapped tightly around his ribs, so she's careful not to touch him; although, that's exactly what she wants to do. She would like nothing more than to curl up in his arms, and pretend that everything is okay. The room is very quiet with nothing but the sound of the rain falling on the roof. They're lost in their own thoughts, and reluctant to break the silence. Eventually, Andy asks her if she wants to sleep in one of his t-shirts.

"Sure," she says as she gets off the bed and walks over to his dresser.

"Help yourself," he says with a grin, trying hard to lighten the mood.

She changes in the bathroom, and when she walks out, he can't help but stare at her as she approaches the bed. The candle is still burning, casting a soft glow in the room. He has seen her in uniform, dresses, skirts and jeans, but he has never seen her in one of his old Dodger t-shirts. He opens his mouth to tell her how beautiful she is, but words seem inadequate, so he doesn't say anything.

Climbing into bed, she says, "I know you're probably tired of talking about it, but please go over it with me one more time. I need to understand."

Andy sighs and says, "I don't mind talking about it, but I don't understand it myself. It started around three in the afternoon when Rusty called me because he couldn't reach you on your phone. You were meeting with Taylor in his office, and your phone was on your desk. Anyway, Rusty asked me if I had time to stop by the condo to pick up some legal papers he needed."

"What legal papers?" Sharon asks.

"He needed his birth certificate, and the adoption paperwork for some scholarship he's applying for. He told me right where to find everything, and asked if I would meet him on campus after his last class of the day."

"Couldn't he have just picked up the papers himself after class?" she asks.

"No, because he waited until the last minute to get all this done and he had a tight deadline. I needed to get off the clock anyway, so I agreed to help him out. I used the spare key you gave me to let myself in. The paperwork was right where he told me it would be; that's when I heard a noise in your bedroom. I wasn't exactly sure of what I heard, but when I walked into your room I noticed the closet door was half open; I thought I could see movement out of the corner of my eye, so I drew my gun, and yanked the door open all the way. I looked inside, and noticed a bunch of your clothes on the floor. As I was looking down, a man jumped from the back of the closet, and hit me in the head.

"What did he hit you with?"

"I have no idea, but it wasn't that hard. Mostly, he just stunned me. Then the guy punched me in the gut, and I doubled over for a few seconds. By the time I recovered from the shock, he was already out the front door and running down the hall. I drew my gun and yelled at him to freeze, but he just kept running. There were people in the hall. I couldn't get a good aim on him, and I didn't want to risk shooting an innocent bystander, so I chased him down three flights of stairs. He ran into the parking garage, and I couldn't see him. I didn't see the curb either. That's when I twisted my ankle and went down on my left wrist."

Andy pauses to take a drink of water before continuing. "While I was down I called for backup. That's when I saw a car driving straight at me. I rolled out of the way, and attempted to get in position to shoot out one of the tires. Then the car backed up with the driver's door open. I took a shot and missed. The guy I'd been chasing leaned out the door, and grabbed me while the car kept rolling backwards. He was dragging me, and trying to get the gun out of my hand. It happened so fast. The next thing I knew he shoved me out of the car and drove off."

"And he has your gun," Sharon says.

"All I know for sure is: I don't have it," he says.

"I wonder why he didn't go for your gun when you were in the closet."

"I have no answers, only questions," says Andy.

"Well, hopefully we'll get some answers in the morning. Do you think you can sleep?"

"Probably not, but it might help if you would scoot a little closer to me," he says.

"I'm trying not to hurt you," she tells him.

"Just don't squeeze me too hard."

"I wasn't planning on squeezing you at all."

"A little squeeze wouldn't hurt."

"Andy, go to sleep."

They both wake up when Sharon's cell-phone rings at 7 a.m.

"Captain, your morning is going to be a little more hectic than usual," Provenza says when Sharon answers her phone.