Andy Flynn sits next to Eve Raydor's bed, scrolling on his phone. He smiles when Rusty sends him a picture of Kate and Sharon sleeping with the baby holding onto her mother for a change. He chuckles to himself.

Eve jumps a little at the sound of the man's throaty outburst. She swallows, "You just scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry, kid." He looks up to her, pressing the button on the phone before slipping it into his pocket, "You alright?"

"Ya know, I am really...People come through here, people mom works with, people I don't know, nurses, doctors, Dad's sister came the other day and...That's all they ever ask me."

"Well, what do you want me to ask you?"

She shrugs, "I have no idea...nothing maybe. Think they have hot tea here?"

"I can ask for you if you'd like-"

"No, just stay here." Eve shakes her head, "You know, we've never really had the chance to just...talk. You and I."

"No, I guess we haven't." Flynn shakes his head, "If you don't want me asking questions of you, why don't you ask some of me? The ones your mother would be pissed at if you asked in front of her." He smirks, nodding so she'd know what he was talking about.

"Okay." She nods, thinking for a moment, "How long have you been sober?"

"Thirteen...almost fourteen years." He nods, watching her. He picks up a can of Shasta one of the nurses gave him, opening it and taking a sip.

"Mom said you had other kids...I've never heard you talk about them. You don't see them much, do you..."

Andy shakes his head slowly, "Sadly, no. I was very cruel to their mother when we were together. I was still battling my addiction at the time. She doesn't like forgiving people."

"How long has it been?" Eve turns to her side, watching him.

"Little over a year." He swallows, "I don't talk about them often because it hurts to think about them and how I'm not able to see them."

"They're younger though. Couldn't you get some kind of custody thing going? Visitation?"

"I could, but I think it would only strain their mother's opinion of me, which is already negative to begin with." Flynn nods slowly, "Boy and a girl, just like your mother. One is seventeen, the other is nineteen. I've been divorced...sixteen years, maybe."

"I see." Eve offers him a smile, "Now it's your turn to ask me a question that my mother would yell at you for asking."

"Okay." Flynn nods, "Why don't you come around more often?"

She nods slowly, adjusting herself on the bed, before answering, "A few months before Kate was born, I found out I was pregnant. It was um...Mike DiAngelo's...of course." Eve nods, "I didn't know he was married or anything like that. We had been going out a month or so and I found out." She swallows, "I was so happy. I was over the moon. Mike was too."

"What happened? They didn't say you were pregnant here..."

"About twelve weeks in...almost twelve weeks...I had a miscarriage. It was..." She shrugs, tears coming to her eyes at the mere thought, "It was really hard for me. I would go to work, come home, eat and sleep. That was it. I didn't want to leave the house, but Mike would come over and take care of me. Hold me in bed and...He was great."

Andy shakes his head slowly, "I'm so sorry, Eve. I didn't know."

"No one did...no one except Mike and I...no one needed to know. Not my mother...no one."

"How long before Kate was born?"

"A couple weeks..." She smiles as tears stream down her face, "My mother...my mother was old enough to be a grandmother. That's why I won't go to lunch with her and Kate. I'm afraid someone will make a comment about it. Not that I'm embarrassed for you or mom, but...I can't hear it without...without thinking what could have been." Eve bites her lip, "I can't look at Kate without seeing what my own child could have looked like."

"I understand." Flynn nods, gently reaching over to take her hand, "You should have told your mother though. She thought you were pissed at her."

"You can tell her if you want. I don't...I don't have the strength for it." Eve shakes her head slowly, "You're the first person I said anything to who wasn't directly involved with the conception. Thank you, Lieutenant Flynn."

"You're allowed to call me Andy."

"Well, thanks." She swallows, clearing her throat before she pushes back the emotions a bit to smile at him and continue the questions, "So...back to you...What's your favorite food?"

"I really like Chinese food. Chicken and broccoli. Your mother hates when I have it, for obvious reasons." He smirks.

"That's gross." Eve smiles more.

"Yeah, well..." Andy shrugs, "What about you?"

"My mother can't cook...but she did try to follow a recipe for homemade soup once. It was Italian Wedding Soup, I had told her I tried it at a friend's house and that I like it a lot. I remember being in high school and needing to read the recipe to her in order for her to perform the actions of the prep. For something that was supposed to take all of, I don't know, twenty minutes...it took almost three hours. We were starving by the time this thing was supposed to be done, but Mom worked really hard on it and I didn't want to hurt her feelings by opening a bag of chips." Eve smiles, thinking back to it, "So we're sitting there, waiting longer and longer and longer still. She goes to the stove and opens the lid to this pot...mind you, we've been sitting there for what seemed eternity, and here she never turned the stove on."

Andy laughs out loud, looking at her as the girl laughs with him, "Are you kidding?"

"No. We called out for Japanese and I made her promise she'd never cook without someone else present again."

He leans down, laughing so hard, "Oh my God, that sounds just like your mother."

She nods slowly, "So, when she told me Rusty could cook, I was thankful that she may actually be able to put something in the fridge for leftovers that wasn't in a take-out container."

"What about you? Can you cook?"

"Believe it or not, I'm actually a pretty fantastic cook." Eve smiles to him, "My grandmother was...still is. She taught me everything I know."

Andy nods, "Well, maybe you'll have to come cook with Rusty some time. You can give one another pointers."

"I didn't know he cooked."

"How do you think we eat around there?"

She smirks, "I thought for sure it was pizza every night and Chinese."

"No. Rusty told Sharon to never turn the stove on without he or I present because she burnt biscuits or something once, so he cooks. I do once in awhile, but I'm usually busy. Your mother still has a few weeks before she's due back."

"That's good. I can't wait to get back to my class..." Eve nods.

Andy pauses, looking her in the eye, "Don't you think you should take a week or two?"

"No because it will only give me time to think about what happened and I...I don't really want that." She shakes her head, "If I just...if I go back and delve right in like nothing happened-"

"You still have bruises and cuts on your face, Eve. Makeup can only cover so much." He shakes his head.

"It's okay...I'll tell them I was in an accident or something..." She shrugs, "I have to go back. I just have to."

Flynn nods slowly, "I understand. Really, I do..."

"Has there..." She pauses, "Has there been any progression in the case?"

"I can't really talk to you about that. You're still considered a suspect rather than a victim." He sighs.

Eve nods, offering a sad smile, "I'm just a killing machine. Don't you know? Any chance I get, I'm killing whatever I can...mosquitos, a sandwich, even hit a butterfly with a bat once...I may have cried a little about it, but I'm sure they'll use it against me in court."

Andy smirks, "You done?"

"Yes."

"DDA Hobbs said there's no doubt in her mind that this was self defense. It doesn't look like it will go to trial." Flynn shakes his head slowly, "You didn't hear that from me."

Eve smirks, squeezing his hand, "Thank you."

"You better get some sleep. I'm staying right there...on that luxurious cot that the hospital so graciously provided-"

"Andy, you don't have to do that." She shakes her head.

"Yes, I do. I don't want you to be alone."

"You're my mother's boyfriend."

"Yes, I am, but sooner or later, I'll be her husband. You will be my stepdaughter. I'd do anything for my family." Andy nods, "So you get some rest and I will too."

Eve's face softens, "I'll be glad to call you my stepfather some day."

"Some day." Flynn smirks.