Andy notices Sharon walking out of the Murder Room. He starts to get up from behind his desk to follow her when Provenza says, "Why don't you give her a little breathing room?" Sitting back down, Andy reaches into his desk drawer; pulling out a bottle of aspirin, he pops two pills in his mouth, and takes a swig of the cold coffee that has been sitting untouched on his desk for the past 30 minutes.

Sharon is not oblivious to the concerned looks on the faces of the people she passes; however, making eye contact is out of the question. She just needs a moment; a moment alone; a moment with no one staring at her. Rushing into the ladies room, she pushes open an empty stall, turns and locks herself in. Still standing, she rests her forehead on the back of the door, and shuts her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, the images from the videos still haunt her. The worst part of it is that it's not over. She still has another flash drive to view, and she's pretty sure of what she's going to see: It was such a special night. She had prepared fettuccini Alfredo as a surprise for Andy. While eating dinner, they had discussed taking a trip to the Napa Valley. Drinking one glass of wine too many, she joined him on the couch after they ate. She remembers feeling weightless, like a feather. At the time, she was aware she had drank too much wine, but she really didn't care. Her inhibitions were practically nonexistent as she curled up next to Andy, and began to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. He was talking to her, describing the man with the limp that he'd seen in the lobby, but she wasn't even pretending to listen. She was mesmerized by his mouth, and the way his tongue would occasionally slide over his top lip. He finally stopped talking long enough for her to impatiently press her lips to his. Her tongue was in his mouth in no time. She was practically sitting in his lap; his left hand was in her hair; his right hand was kneading her breast. She was stroking the inside of his thigh through his pants, going higher and higher with her fingers. Feeling the bulge between his legs, she cupped him with a little squeeze, and that's when he broke the kiss. Panting, he tried to look into her heavily lidded eyes. She remembers the confused look on his face right before she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. She was warm, happy, and very sleepy. She didn't wake up until she heard him loading the dishwasher. She was a little groggy and a lot embarrassed; nevertheless, it had been a great night. Now, she's filled with dread at the prospect of potentially having to watch that special evening play out on video in front of Detective Nelson.

Standing in the stall, it hits her that she has faced situations just as challenging, if not more so, than the current situation; she has stared down career criminals; she has had to inform a mother that her children are dead; she has faced the disdain of her fellow officers; she has been mommy and daddy to her children; she can do this. Taking a deep breath, she holds her head up, and walks with a renewed sense of purpose back to electronics. Closing the door behind her, she instructs the detective to open the flash drive marked DESTROY. There are four folders on the drive. When the detective clicks open the first folder, music can be heard. The image is not 100% clear due to the soft candlelight; however, Sharon can be seen sitting with Andy at the dining room table. She is talking about staying in a B & B in the Napa Valley. "I found the perfect place online. It has Victorian architecture, a canopy bed, and a fireplace in the room," she says. "We can even take a hot air balloon ride."

"Tell me more about the bed," Andy says with a teasing tone in his voice.

Reaching for her wine glass, Sharon takes a long swallow, and gazes at Andy before saying, "I've waited a long time to let a man in my life again. I never dreamed you'd be that man, but here you are. Thank you for being patient with me."

Detective Nelson is doing her best to appear impassive about what she's hearing and seeing, but she's melting on the inside. Andy Flynn and Sharon Raydor are fire and ice. They are polar opposites, but she's starting to understand how perfectly they complement each other. He fills her hollow places and smooths her sharp edges; she makes him strive to be the person she believes him to be; the person she needs him to be.

On the screen, Sharon and Andy get up from the table, and walk into the living room. Standing in front of the couch, Andy pulls her to him; wrapping both arms around her waist and crushing her breasts to his chest, he leans down; his nose grazes hers; their lips slowly meet in a lazy, lingering kiss. After almost a minute, they separate and Andy settles on the couch. She curls into his side, tucking her bare feet under her, and begins stroking the back of his head.

"I'm not trying to scare you, it's just that the blonde man walking with a limp in your lobby gave me a weird feeling. Please just be aware of your surroundings, and be extra cautious," Andy says. Sharon just nods at him right before attacking his lips with her own.

"Please fast forward," Sharon tells the detective who looks visibly relieved to do so.

The second folder contains video from later that same evening; however, the screen is brightly lit with the lights turned on in Sharon's living room. It's quiet; there's no music playing. Sharon is walking slightly ahead of Andy towards the front door. He is openly staring at her backside. A fact she is blissfully unaware of. They're both smiling broadly. Andy reaches for her hand; she turns, and he gathers her in his arms. They kiss, standing with their bodies flush against each other. Sharon pulls away first and tells him good night. They both walk out of camera range; the sound of her front door opening and closing can be heard before she walks back into the living room, turns off the light, and the video ends.

The third folder contains footage of Sharon in her nightgown and matching robe reclining against the throw pillows on top of her bed. She's holding her cell-phone in her right hand, and using her left hand to rub lotion on her left leg. "No, you don't know him," she says into the phone. Listening to the person she's having a conversation with, she pauses for a few seconds and then says, "I hope you and Larry can join us for dinner soon. It's been so long since I've seen you. How's that husband of yours?" She's listening with a smile on her face, and rubbing her leg. "Well, we have to get together. I want you to meet Andy. I know you'll like him. He has a fantastic sense of humor, and he's the sweetest man I've ever known. Did I tell you what he and the kids did for me last Christmas?" Sharon pauses to listen before saying, "I couldn't get out of the office, so they surprised me by setting up my Christmas village at work. We had a celebration right in the office. He's just so thoughtful. He has two grown children, and he really works hard to stay close to his kids. I just wish my own kids had a dad like that." Sharon stops talking, and shifts the phone to her left hand. Reaching to the bedside table, she picks up the tube of lotion and squirts some on her right leg. "Yes, he's very handsome, and a sharp dresser." She begins to rub in the lotion. "He cares more about fashion than I do," she says with a laugh and a little snort. Pausing for a minute to listen to her friend, she then says, "Now that's none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway. He's the best kisser, and so sexy. I'm telling you Judy, this one's a keeper. Okay, I'll talk to you later. Say hi to Larry for me, and call me when you guys can get together with us. Good night." Ending the conversation, she sets the phone down on the bedside table; removing her robe, she applies lotion to both arms and rubs it in before picking up the tube, and squirting more lotion into the palm of her hand. Her fingers dip down into the low cut neckline of her gown as she rubs the lotion on her chest and up into her neck. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, enjoying the clean, fresh scent of the lotion. The video ends.

The final folder shows Andy moving a chair in Sharon's living room. He's wearing jeans and a tight, dark t-shirt. His biceps and triceps are straining against the material of the shirt; he has worked up a slight sweat. "Sharon, the chair looks great right there. That's the perfect spot."

"I'm not sure. Will you move it to the left?"

"Yes, but this makes the third time I've moved it," he says with a grimace as he bends down to lift and move the chair."

"No, I don't like it there. Please move it back there," she says while pointing to a spot on the other side of the room.

Moving the chair to the spot she's pointing to, he says, "Remind me to never help you rearrange your living room ever again." Setting the chair down, he turns and looks at her with a smirk on his face. "You do realize this is where the chair was originally."

She bursts into laughter, and wraps her arms around his neck. "Eeeew, you're sweaty," she says.

"I wonder why," he replies before wrapping his arms around her, kissing her hard on the mouth, and letting his hands stray down her back to cup her butt.

The video ends, Detective Nelson turns to Sharon and says, "I can't even imagine how hard it was for you to watch all that. It was hard for me too, but it's important that we try to gain an understanding of what the perpetrator is thinking and what he might do next."

"I'm going to be honest with you. I'm more than a little scared by this," Sharon says.

"That's certainly understandable, Captain. It has occurred to me that we need to sweep Lt. Flynn's house for hidden surveillance as well. First, I'd like to take a break, check in with my team, and grab a bite of lunch. Why don't we meet back here in an hour?"

Sharon nods her head, and reassures the detective that she and Andy will not leave the building. Walking into the Murder Room, she notices her team has been busy outlining the pertinent facts on the Murder Board. She is grateful Major Crimes isn't occupied with a case of their own. Walking into her office, Andy is hot on her heels with a couple of sandwiches in his hands. Of course, he wants to know what she just watched. She gives him a brief summary of what was on both flash drives. He doesn't say much; he mostly listens, then hands her a sandwich.

"I don't think I can choke it down," she says. "I just want a cup of coffee. Can I bring you something to drink?"

"A fresh cup of coffee would be great," he says before taking a bite of his sandwich.

Sharon runs into Amy in the break room and gives her a weak smile. The look on Amy's face is a mixture of embarrassment, worry, and trepidation, feelings Sharon can very much relate to at the moment. As soon as Sharon's back is turned at the coffee pot, Amy works up the courage to ask a question. "Captain, you don't suppose your ex-husband could be involved in this mess, do you?"

While her ex is more than capable of bad behavior, she doesn't believe for one minute that Jack is involved. "No, I really don't see that as a possibility. He would have nothing to gain, and in the long run, my ex is basically all about what's in it for him."

"How about someone in law enforcement? Someone you may have disciplined in the past," Amy suggests.

"That could be a very long list of suspects," Sharon replies.

"Well, I'm just trying to help," Amy says with a smile.

"I know, and I appreciate it. There is something you can do for me. Please help me keep Taylor in the loop. I've been so busy; I haven't had the time to stop and talk to him."

"Sure thing, Captain."

Sharon returns to her office with two cups of coffee. The Murder Room is mostly empty in the middle of the day; she doesn't bother closing her door; there's really no point; she feels like her whole life is now an open book. It's a distressing feeling for such a private person.

"My instinct is telling me the man with the limp has something to do with all this," states Andy.

"I agree."

"What's our next move?"

"You'll need to let Robbery-Homicide into your house to check for hidden surveillance equipment," she says. "Then I think you need to stay home and rest for the remainder of the day." Andy is shaking his head before she can complete her thought.

"There's no time for rest, Sharon."

"Less than 24 hours ago, someone attacked you and tried to run you over. You need to make time to rest and heal and that's an order, Lieutenant." Taking a fortifying sip of coffee, she continues, "I'm going to have a little visit with my building manager this afternoon. He needs to come in and watch the recording from the hallway. I've got several questions for him."

Before Andy can argue further, Detective Nelson pokes her head in the door and says, "I've got news."