Gabriel told her she was needed in the Murder Room but, she had countered that she had a job to do (her actual job outside of the audit) and that she would be there when she was free. He in turn had told her that her husband was flipping out. The dial tone at the other end of the line and the look of horror on the Chief's face was enough to tell him he hadn't handled the situation well at all.

They all maintained their current positions in the room, he and the Chief near her office, Provenza and Flynn half way between her and the murder board; giving Jackson Raydor space and still blocking one exit while Sanchez stood closer to the man than anyone else and blocked his other exit from the corner he'd shoved himself into.

"What is going on," Captain Raydor offered in a low and dangerous tone, the likes of which he had never heard before.

Brenda shot a look at Gabriel, he was her favourtie but, if he put his foot in his mouth again she would leave him to his own against Sharon. "We had a suspect become difficult. He grabbed a weapon off of one of the patrol officers and fired off a few shots before he was taken into custody. No one was hurt," Brenda offered as she could see the FID rules and regs working through her mind, and that of Sergeant Elliot and Lieutenant Waters who stood not far behind her. "But the sound of the shots – I think it caused a flashback," Brenda offered gently as she nodded past Provenza and Flynn.

Jackson Raydor was sitting on the floor, his back firmly pressed against the wall as he muttered to himself. The minute she saw him Sharon Raydor paled and stepped forward more quietly in her heels than Brenda had ever thought possible. She moved passed the Lieutenants and over to Sanchez. "Detective," she questioned gently.

"He was pretty aggressive Ma'am, his rank and a few orders seemed to calm him down but, he's not back," he offered as he looked to her meaningfully.

"Hmm," she nearly sighed as she placed her hand on his upper arm. "I can usually get him back," she offered as her eyes stayed on her husband. "But in case I have any trouble –"

"I'll be right here Ma'am," Sanchez offered easily.

Sharon offered a soft 'thank you' before she slipped off her heels and moved forward quietly. "Jack," she asked in a soothing tone.

"Sharon?!" Jackson looked about the room wildly until he finally focused on Sharon. "What are you doing here?" The question held a sense of reverence, like he didn't expect her and loved her more for it.

"I missed you," she said easily as she stepped closer to him. Brenda saw the other men tense in anticipation of the worst but Sharon just smiled a soft, private smile, as she moved forward and offered her hand. Jackson took her hand and pulled her down. She landed in a heap, sitting sideways across his lap, but she laughed brightly. "You could warn a lady before you pull her onto your lap you know."

Jackson placed his free hand at the back of her head and pulled her in for a long heated kiss that Sharon returned without hesitation. Afterwards he placed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, and sighed. "You're really here," he croaked out.

"Mm hm," Sharon offered as she let her head rest against his and her eyes slipped closed.

"You're really okay?"

Sharon sighed happily. "Yes," she nearly whispered. "I'm here with you. What about you Jack? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay as long as I've got you Sharon."

"You've got me." Jack still held the hand she had offered before but used her free hand to cup his face. After a moment they pulled away slightly and looked each other in the eye. "Jack, where are you right now?"

Jackson blinked a number of times before he glanced up to Sanchez and then looked back at her. "Where'd I go?"

"Back a little bit is all. You're here now," Sharon offered as her hand fell from his face to rest on his chest.

"Did I – did I hurt anyone?"

"I don't think so. Detective," Sharon asked as she looked up to Sanchez but remained seated on Jack's lap.

"We had an uncooperative suspect sir. You helped me detain him but you were separated before anything else happened. After that you didn't want anyone near you. We gave you your space. No one was hurt," Sanchez stated easily if a bit formally, as if he were back in the military.

"Well," Sharon offered as she gently patted his chest and turned back to him. "Everything is okay then. We should probably get you home."

"Sharon? I love you. You know that right?"

Sharon leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. When she pulled back she had a serene smile on her face. "That has never been in question Jackson."

Jack's contented smile told Brenda that everything was alright, at least for the moment. Sanchez stepped forward and gave Sharon his hand so that he could help pull her up off of Jack's lap. "Ma'am," he offered in a very controlled tone as he looked down at her shirt.

Sharon looked down at herself and Brenda finally saw what Sanchez had noticed. There was blood covering the side of her pale purple shirt. Sharon looked back to Jack and they could all see the pain that crossed his face. She vaguely heard Sharon's Lieutenant calling for an ambulance as Sharon and Sanchez knelt down beside Jack and eased him away from the wall and into a lying position. Sharon pulled off her suit jacket and folded it haphazardly. "Jack," she called as she pressed the jacket into his bleeding side.

"Damn, I thought … thought that was just … just the flashback," he mumbled before his eyes closed.

Sanchez placed his hand over the jacket and Sharon moved closer to Jack's face. She rubbed her knuckles into his chest but he only groaned in pain. "Jack! Wake up," she ordered as if she were talking to a subordinate before she slapped him across the face. She made great contact as a crack resounded through the room.

"Jesus," Jack nearly huffed as he took a deep breath. "Sharon?"

Sharon's face was right in front of his, leaving him no choice but to watch her above him. "You cannot leave me again Jackson, do you understand me?"

She didn't cry or turn hysterical. There was a force behind her words that would have put Brenda in her place. But, as Jackson cupped her face and Sharon seemed to sigh, Brenda realized it was a struggle for Sharon.

She was hurt.

She was scared.

She felt just as much and just as fully as everyone else. She was just better at hiding it.

Brenda realized for the first time that the woman in front of her wasn't as cold and heartless as she and everyone else tried to make her out to be. Sharon Raydor felt. As a matter of fact, she now realized that Sharon felt too much. And because that woman cared, because she wore her heart on her sleeve she hid that private part of herself away from the LAPD. She did what she had to do and kept her true self only for those privileged enough to truly know her.

It made Brenda's heart hurt; knowing that she was so wrong about something.

Knowing that she was so wrong about Sharon.

"Yeah Shar," Jack whispered through the pain. "I got it. I'm not going anywhere."