"Captain, are you sure you're ready for this?" Amy Sykes stops her boss just outside the interview room, "It's been a month and-"
"Interrogation is like riding a bicycle. You never forget how to do it." Sharon Raydor smiles to her, "Don't worry."
"That isn't what I...I mean because of the subject matter. We have to ask him questions about things he saw done to your daughter, including her beating and rape. Are you sure you're okay with it?"
"Detective, if I knew I couldn't handle it, I wouldn't agree to do it." Sharon shakes her head, walking past her into the room, "Mr. Lewis, I'm Captain Sharon Raydor, this is Detective Amy Sykes. I'm sure you remember her-"
"Major." The man mumbles.
"I'm sorry?" Sharon tilts her head.
"Major John Lewis." Sykes smiles, "I apologize. I was a First Lieutenant in Afghanistan. I understand." She leans forward, "Did you have enough to eat? Drink?"
He looks to her, "I don't need your handouts."
"I apologize as well, Major." Sharon nods, "I just need your help on a few things."
"I didn't do anything wrong." Lewis mumbles.
"Sir, I know that. However, there were some things that occurred in the alley you reside in earlier in the week and we need your help clarifying exactly what did happen." Sharon smiles to him.
"He killed the girl. She was dead. He kept hurting her." He shakes his head, "That's all I know."
"I think you know a bit more than that, Sir. How did he kill her?" When she receives no answer, she glances to Sykes.
"How did he keep hurting her?" Sykes leans forward, getting no answer again. She glances to the camera and nods, then looks back to the man, "If I told you he didn't kill her, If I told you I need more information because she didn't die and wants answers, what would you say?"
"Saw her bleeding." Lewis shakes his head.
Eve Raydor gently knocks on the door before opening it, seeing the man, she offers him a smile. The bruises on her face still prevalent, as well as the visible knife wounds on her arms, "Major Lewis, I'm Eve Raydor. I believe you saved my life."
The man stands, backing up against the wall, shaking his head, "What is this?"
"I didn't die, Sir, however, I was wounded." Eve nods, walking closer to him and reaching out her hand.
"Eve-" Sharon shakes her head, putting up a hand to stop her.
She glances to her mother and shakes her head back, turning to the man, "I can show you my wounds if you don't believe me." She motions to her abdomen.
The man tilts his head to the side, "He chased you out...waving a...tactical knife." He swallows, "You fought hard. Very hard. Almost had him, but he got a good wave at you. Ya went down...there was a lot of blood..."
"And then what?"
Lewis swallows, "He..." He shakes his head, "I can't."
"We need to know specifics, Sir." Sharon watches him, thinking of the things that happened to her daughter.
Eve shakes her head a little, "I don't know...I want to know what happened to my body. I need to know."
He looks at the young woman, "Ripped your pants off...really ripped them. Had some crazy strength. I didn't know what..." Lewis shakes his head, "He started to...started to...with you...rough. You started waking up a little, he punched you in the face a few times."
The young woman shakes a little, watching him, "Then what?" She has tears in her eyes.
"I thought he really did finish you off. I snuck behind him...they've been doing some construction on the building...I grabbed a brick and hit him in the head...Ran before they could pin it on me." Lewis watches her.
Eve turns slowly, "Um...I...Thank you." She whispers, not making any eye contact as she nearly runs to the door.
Sharon has to do everything in her power not to run to her daughter
Andy waits outside the door, taking hold of Eve when she bursts through the door, "Hey. It's okay."
She shakes still, glancing up at him. "I can't...I can't do this."
"I know. I know." He holds her against him, glancing to the door of the interview room before walking her to the Break Room.
"Wait, she said her name was Raydor." Lewis motions to the door, then to Sharon, "That's your name. It's not a common dame. That your kid?"
Sharon nods slowly, "Yes, she is. That's my daughter."
He nods, "I had a daughter...two of them. Twins. She looks like them." Lewis slowly returns to his seat, "Looks like you." He offers a slight smile, "My wife took them before I could...I remember a lot about the war, and when I would get out...I get lost in it." He blinks.
She watches him, returning to her seat as well. Sharon leans on the table as she watches him, "You get lost in it?"
"I see things...I hear things..." He stares at the table, "When I killed that guy, I didn't see him and the girl. Not until after. I saw what he did, and what happened, but...I saw it with guys of my platoon and the enemy." Lewis swallows, "I can't lie to you, officer. Not with..." He motions to the door, signifying her daughter.
"I appreciate your honesty, Sir."
"I apologize for upsetting her." He nods, "And though I don't like it, I appreciate the food you all offered me."
Sykes smiles to the man, "Do you think you'd be able to write up everything you told us? Exactly as you remembered it?"
"Even though I didn't see the girl until after-" Lewis sits up in his seat.
"Exactly as you saw it. It's the only way we're going to be able to admit it to court to clear your name." She nods again.
"Yeah...I guess I can do that." He nods.
"All the gory details. All of it, Sir."
Lewis glances to her, "Tell the girl I'm sorry."
Sharon stands slowly, "I'll be sure to." She offers him her hand, "Thank you for saving my daughter's life." Her chin trembles slightly, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes only magnified by her glasses.
He nods quickly, shaking her hand.
She quickly exits the room as to not let the man or Sykes see a single tear fall.
Sykes smiles toward the door, "Sir, if you like, we can help you get in touch with some veterans organizations. They can help you get back up on your feet."
"I don't know where my kids are...or my wife. They're grown now, but..." He shakes his head, "I have no feet to get back up on. I'm fine where I am."
She nods, standing, "If you change your mind, please let me know." Sykes snaps her heels and salutes the man, smiling after as she leaves.
Sharon jogs to the Break Room to check on her daughter, noticing her sitting in Flynn's lap with his arms around her.
Flynn glances up as he hears the door open. He brings a finger to his mouth, motioning her to remain quiet, "You alright?" He asks his partner.
She nods, then points to her daughter, "What about her?" Sharon quickly moves to get a napkin to gently wipe her eyes.
"Sleeping. She fell asleep." He snorts, "Last time a girl fell asleep in my lap was-"
"Do I even want you to finish that sentence?"
"Was when Kate was born and ten years before that," He nods, smiling, "How did it go?"
"He's a very good man. I feel so sorry for him." Sharon folds her arms, nodding slowly, "Thanks for taking care of her. Believe it or not, it's more than what her own father would have done."
"He may have been an asshole, but I remember you telling some story about him making her breakfast."
She nods again, "He had three drinks in him. It was what it took him to function on a daily basis." Sharon offers a little smile, "She broke her leg once. She was fifteen and it was like...the end of the world for her. She had people looking at her for track scholarships, and basketball ones," She glances to Andy as she moves over, sitting in a seat across from him, "Smart as anything. Always was."
Flynn watches her, reaching over with a free hand to hold her's, "Is that when she started cutting herself?"
Sharon looks into his eyes, "Yes. She knew the scouts were there. Her coaches would make sure they would point them out after games and track meets. Give her a boost and...It was all over when she broke her leg. I called her father, left messages at his office and...he showed up two months later with a birthday card and acted like I never even tried to call him. Kate wasn't stupid. She burned it. Burned the card right in front of him with the money inside. Told him she never wanted to see him again. Which...she would, but...there was nothing but disgust within her toward him. When he died, she...It's why she needed medicine." Sharon reaches across the small table, gently stroking her daughter's hair, "So, thank you."
"We're a family, Shar. It's what families do." Andy smiles to her.
"Yeah." Sharon nods, sitting back, "Um...If I call Rusty to get Kate, do you think you could take Eve to our house? I just...I think I need some time alone."
He raises an eyebrow, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I just...It's all so much and...sometimes I like to go for a drive. I like to relieve stress. I can't paint right now, I can't turn music up to deafening heights, I can't read a book for too long. So...I just need some time alone and the only way I think that will happen is if you boys take care of the girls." She offers him a smile from the corner of her mouth.
"Sure." Flynn smiles, "Call Rusty."
Sharon stands, leaning over the table to kiss him, "Provenza is going to be upset."
"Provenza will get over it. He looks dumb as hell. What did he call that thing?"
"It's a front baby carrier."
"He calls it something else though. A baby holster." Andy shakes his head, "He's making the division look bad. Go save our kid."
Sharon giggles a little, "I think it's cute. I'm going to get you one."
"You would." Andy watches her.
She nods, moving to the door and walking back to the Murder Room.