Sharon doesn't stay on the phone long. As soon as the conversation ends, she turns on her side and stares at Andy. He's lying on his back with his eyes closed.

"I know you're not asleep," she says.

"Yes, I am," he answers with a smirk on his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been better," he answers as he turns his head and opens his eyes to look at her. She looks drowsy and tousled and very kissable. Her hair is all over the pillow. She has one bare leg resting on top of the covers; he skims his index finger back and forth across her knee. If his body wasn't aching so badly, he would wrap her in his arms, and bury his face in her neck.

"I have to get up," she tells him as she rolls over, and tosses the cover aside.

He reaches out, lightly grasps her wrist and says, "Wait."

She hesitates for just a second before turning back to him with an anxious look on her face. "We need to get ready," she says.

"I know, but I just want five more minutes in bed with you."

"Okay, I guess we can take five minutes for ourselves."

"I dreamed about you last night," he tells her. "Actually, it was more like a nightmare."

"I was in your nightmare?"

"Yes," he says, "and it seemed so real. I was rushing around like a crazy person, desperately trying to find you. I would see you walk around a corner at work; I would follow you, but as soon as I turned the corner, you would be gone. Then I would try to meet you somewhere in downtown LA at night, but I could never find you, and I'd end up just walking the dark streets. I had no idea where I was; strangers would tell me where to find you; I'd go where I was told you would be, but you were never there. Sometimes, I'd just miss you by a few minutes. It was so frustrating, but I kept trying and trying. I spent the whole night chasing you."

"You don't have to chase me; I'm right here," she says before carefully leaning down and kissing his mouth. He reaches up with his uninjured arm, and touches the side of her face. She pulls away before he can deepen the kiss.

"We really do have to get out of bed," she says. "I need to go home, get cleaned up, and change clothes before heading to the office. Provenza just told me on the phone that the detectives are making some progress, but they need to meet with both of us this morning. Do you feel up to it?"

"Yeah," he answers. "Why don't you make us some coffee, and I'll get ready as fast as I can."

By the time they leave his house, the sun is up and traffic is already congested. The plain-clothes detective follows them to Sharon's condo where they are met outside her door by another man who introduces himself as Detective Monroe with Robbery-Homicide. He informs them that it was a quite night with no suspicious activity.

Sharon asks, "Did your division find out anything more after I left for the hospital last night?"

"Yes, we know a little more this morning than we did last night," Monroe answers. "There's no sign of a forced entry, and it appears one of your high heels was used to injure Lt. Flynn, but we weren't able to pick up any prints off the leather shoe. We've dusted for prints on surfaces in the closet and master bedroom; results are pending. One of my colleagues spoke with several of your neighbors, and the building manager. We don't have a lot of facts yet, but Captain Martinez will give you a full report later this morning. In the meantime, you're free to enter the residence. As you know, we conducted a search with your assistance, and nothing appears to be missing. Otherwise, we left your home exactly as we found it.

Sharon steps inside the front door with Andy following closely behind. He almost runs into her as she hesitates to move further into the room. "You're going to think I'm crazy, Andy, but I don't know that I'm ever going to feel safe in my own house again."

"You're not crazy, but please try not to worry too much. We'll figure this out. We've got all the resources the LAPD has to offer. I'm going to make myself another cup of coffee while you're getting ready."

"Okay, it won't take me long. I'm anxious to talk to Captain Martinez."

Expecting to find a bit of a mess when she enters her bedroom, she's relieved to see it's not too bad. The detectives were respectful of her property, and she's grateful because she's very organized and meticulous. It will take some time to put her closet back in order, but that's not a priority right now. Walking into the bathroom, she sheds her clothes and drops them in the dirty clothes hamper; she turns on the shower to let the water get warm. Moving to the mirror, she automatically reaches for her hairbrush without looking. Her hand lands on the empty marble countertop. The brush isn't in the usual place. Figuring the detectives probably moved it, she looks for it in the drawer. It's not there either, but she finds a hairclip and puts her hair up before stepping into the shower.

Her muscles ache from tension and not enough sleep; it's very tempting to stand under the hot water until it's no longer hot, but there's no time for that. Allowing herself only a minute of indulgence, she quickly finishes showering, dries off and heads into the bedroom to get dressed. She walks to her dresser to retrieve a clean bra and panties, and immediately notices that the drawer is not as tidy as it is normally. She thinks maybe the detectives had cause to search her dresser, but they wouldn't have removed any of her clothing without telling her. She's missing her black bra and panties. She methodically checks the rest of the drawers, and concludes nothing else is missing. She heads back into the bathroom to check for the missing items in the dirty clothes hamper; there's nothing in there other than the clothes she took off less than ten minutes ago. She needs to go to the utility room and look in the washer and dryer, so she reaches for her robe hanging on a hook mounted to the back of the bathroom door. Her robe is not there, neither is the matching nightgown. She's starting to feel a little shaky. Telling herself not to panic, she dresses quickly and hurries out of the bedroom to look in the utility room. The washer and dryer are empty.

Andy is sitting at the dining room table when she walks in the room. "I like your hair that way," he says. She has an odd look on her face as she approaches the table. When he mentions her hair, she remembers that she can't find her brush.

"Andy, I can't find some of my lingerie, and my hairbrush isn't in the usual place."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I've checked everywhere."

"Let's talk to that detective again," Andy says as he slowly gets up from the table, and follows her to the front door. The detective is sitting on a folding chair looking at his cell-phone when Sharon opens the door.

"Detective Monroe, would you please come inside," she says.

He steps inside, but leaves the front door open in order to continue to monitor activity in the hallway. She's not entirely comfortable talking about her lingerie with the young man, but she has no choice. She describes each article of clothing and the hairbrush. "Did anyone from your division remove those things from my home?"

"No, Captain. We did not," he replies. "You didn't notice the items missing last night when you went from room-to-room with us?"

"No, I didn't notice last night," she says. "I didn't look through my dresser; I was mainly focused on valuables like my jewelry. I didn't pay that much attention when I looked in the bathroom. I was in a hurry to get to the hospital," she says.

"I'll let Captain Martinez know about the missing items," says Monroe.

"And, please inform him we are on our way to meet with him now," says Sharon.