Rusty moves around the kitchen, Kate Flynn tucked comfortably into his arm. "We are going to make your parents some dinner or some shit." He smirks, "How does that sound?" He chuckles a little with the girl looks up at him with her large green eyes, "Do we even have food here?" He opens all the cabinets.

"Kate?" Sharon runs out from the bedroom, yelling for her daughter, only to stop short in the kitchen and throw a hand to her own chest, "Rusty." She exasperates, "I thought..."

"You thought what, exactly?" Rusty smirks, "We had a half day."

"Understandable." She leans against the refrigerator, her hand shaking over her chest.

"Hey." He glances to her, "You alright?" Rusty moves closer to the woman, "You were asleep and she was looking around the room...thought maybe you could use the nap."

"That's all I do anymore is nap."

"No, you also get up to complain about napping." He smirks.

Sharon rolls her eyes. "Actually, I needed to get up anyway. I have to get ready for this date."

"Date?" Rusty raises an eyebrow, "Um..." He glances to Kate in his arm, "Isn't it a little late for that?"

She smirks a little, "Possibly so, but we have never actually been on a formal one, so..."

"It was always just...ya know..."

Sharon glances to him, leaning her head down to give him a look, "I do not believe that's any of your business."

"I'll take that as a yes." Rusty snorts, as he steps back, looking at all the cabinets, "We have no food."

She stands next to him, "No, we do not."

"I have an idea."

"Yes?"

"How about I go to the store, take Kate with me, you can get ready."

Sharon starts to shake her head, "We aren't going until later."

"Sharon, you know you can trust me with her. You need to get ready, I need to eat. It's a win win." Rusty nods, "Am I watching her later?"

She glances to him before shaking her head again, "No, I wanted you to have the chance to relax. You only have one day during the week and I thought maybe-"

"You know none of that matters when it comes to her."

"Andy called Lieutenant Provenza. He and Liz Provenza are going to watch her." Sharon places her hands on her hips, "I'm not...I'm not exactly too sure about it."

Rusty snorts, smirking, "He acted like such a girl when you had her. He was probably more excited than Lieutenant Flynn." He shrugs, "Brought a balloon and everything-"

"There's backstory behind that balloon."

"Yeah?"

She nods slowly, "Andy was attacked one time...stabbed pretty badly, beaten up. The whole ordeal required a hospital stay. The only balloon that was available in the gift shop of the hospital, right before it closed, was one that said 'It's a Girl' in big pink lettering. They still tease one another about it to this day." Sharon smirks, "He kept it."

"Lieutenant Flynn was stabbed?"

She glances to the boy, "Yes, but he recovered. Just like he always does." Sharon nods, glancing back to the cupboards, "I have cash in my purse. Think two hundred will be enough?"

Rusty chuckles, shaking his head slowly, "Plenty."

"Good." She smiles, "I need to rummage through my closet-"

"Go buy something new."

"What?"

The boy shrugs, "He's seen all of those things. Whether it be in your closet, or on your body...or on the floor. You should step it up for him. Give him a show."

Sharon contemplates it for a moment before nodding slowly, "You're right...okay."

"So I'll take her with me and watch her until Lieutenant Provenza is available to take her." Rusty smirks.

"Are you sure you can handle her at the store?" She runs a hand through her hair, pushing her long hair back.

"She doesn't move. She doesn't walk. She stays in one place and babbles. What do you think could happen?" He gives her look, "And while I'm...What did you think happened to her when you came running out here not long ago?"

Sharon shakes her head, "I don't know." She starts laughing to herself, "I have no idea...could have crawled away."

"She doesn't crawl."

"I know that!" She shakes her head, walking away from him, "I'll get her changed and into her seat for you."

"Just pull the clothes out. I'll handle it." Rusty nods.

Sharon pauses, turning to look at the young man, "I don't expect you to-"

"I do it because I want to." He adjusts the girl so that her head is comfortably on his chest. Rusty walks past her to his bedroom where the baby's clothes are stored, "Now, are you going to pick something, or am I?"

Sharon smiles softly, pulling out an adorable outfit. One from the large amount Gavin provided her. "She has a wardrobe more expensive than mine."

"Yours and mine combined." Rusty smirks.

"Exactly." She tosses the clothing onto the bed, with a fresh diaper, "Are you sure you've got it?"

"You act like this is my first time doing any of this for her." He shakes his head, "I've got it." Rusty sits on the bed, gently putting the girl in front of him. He laughs to himself as she squirms with a smile. "I'm in charge now. You are going to hate that when you're older."

Sharon watches him a moment from the doorway. Stark contrast to the angry teenager she took him a little over a year ago. She grins to herself, "You have my cell phone number, right?"

"Have I called you before on it?"

"Yes."

"Then let's assume I have it." Rusty nods slowly, waiting for her to leave from the doorway, he glances over before looking back to the small girl, "Someday, I'll tell you how I got to be your brother, but that isn't for a very long time, you know? It's at least PG-13 stuff."

Sharon stands against the wall, hearing his conversation.

"You need to know now, and I'll tell you so when you have all that hormone stuff going on, like...when you're my age. You need to know that she's like...the best mom ever. She can be strict...she likes rules, but there are rules for a reason." Rusty smiles, "Flynn isn't so bad either. You just got lucky, I guess."

She brings her hand to her chest again, tears in her eyes, completely touched. There were some things Rusty would tell her to her face, but when it came to compliments and his true emotions, he was terrified. The only person he'd ever tell was the one who couldn't talk or tell anyone about it. Sharon clears her throat, "Rusty, if you need me, call me. I'm running to Nordstrom's." Slowly, she grabs her purse, slipping her cell phone inside and picking up her keys, "If you need me, call me. I mean it."

"Have fun." Rusty shakes his head, smiling to the baby again who reaches for his nose.

Sharon walks to her car, pulling out a barrette from her purse and gently pinning her hair back before climbing inside her car. She takes a deep breath before looking at herself in the mirror without any makeup. She arches her lip a moment then shrugs. "I should have taken a before and after. No one would believe it." She says to herself, giggling she starts the car.