Andy Flynn lets the unmarked police car roll to a stop in front of the bungalow he shares with Sharon Raydor. He glances over to the passenger seat, sighing at the spent, sleeping form of his partner's daughter, Eve Raydor. Flynn climbs out of his driver side door over to the passenger side. He lifts her into his arms, "I'm too old for this shit." He mumbles to himself, carrying her toward the front door, nodding when it is opened for him.

"I heard the car. What happened?" Sharon Raydor watches him intently, closing the door once he walks through, and follows him through the house, "Is she okay?"

"We need to talk." Flynn nods, taking her to the bedroom she had been using, "Can you get her changed? Get her situated?" He doesn't look to Sharon, walking past her, "I'll be in the kitchen."

Sharon watches him, knowing he was angry about something. She gently changes her daughter out of her clothing and into her pajamas, which lately, consisted of an oversized t-shirt and a pair of loose pajama pants that rested at her hips as to not make any contact with her healing abdomen. She kisses the still sleeping, young woman on the head before walking to the kitchen.

He stands at the Kruig coffee maker, slipping a cup of flavored coffee into the top portion of the machine.

"So, what happened?" She folds her arms, leaning her hip against the bar area in the kitchen.

"Where's Kate?"

"Hobbs is watching her. She's fine. I thought she should probably not be here when you returned with Eve...for obvious reasons." Sharon swallows, "What happened?"

"She went to work." Andy turns, facing her, "Admitted to taking Rusty's car, but claims sanity." He sighs, "We have to talk about maybe taking her to-"

"I won't admit her to a hospital, Andy." She quickly shakes her head.

"You're due back to work in a week. A week, Shar. Then what? What if she tries to cook while we aren't home? What if she attempts to rearrange the house? What if-"

"I understand what you're saying. She...she's been through a great deal lately. It will appear as if we have given up on her."

"I'd rather she be safe than us being at work, wondering if she burnt the house down." Flynn raises his voice slightly, then shakes his head.

"I know." Her voice hushed, "I've been there. I've been where she is right now and...everyone deals with things differently."

"She is incapable of dealing with this, Shar."

"It's been two weeks!" Sharon gives him one of her traffic stopping looks, "Weeks since she discovered the man she loved was married and not who he said he was. Weeks since she was beaten, raped, accused of murder, and cleared of the charges. Tack on another few months and we can add a miscarriage to that."

"She told you about the miscarriage?"

She pauses, then nods, "I see she discussed it with you first."

Andy shrugs, sighing, "It all sounds like a recipe for going off the deep end, Shar. It wouldn't be a long term thing."

"She hated it so much when she was young." Sharon glances past him as tears sparkle in her eyes, "She hasn't had time to-"

"I fear for Kate while she's here. I fear for you. I fear for Eve. I'm afraid we're going to come home from work one day and she's going to be dead on the floor from self-inflicted wounds." He swallows, "I know it's hard, but one of the things about being a good parent is doing the right things for our children even though they may not like it."

She nods before leaning her forehead onto his chest, "She's going to hate me...like Chad and then where would I be?"

"Chad doesn't hate you. He's doing great at meetings." Andy smiles a little, "Asks me about you, even Kate, all the time."

Sharon's face softens a little, looking into his eyes, "He's been going to meetings."

He nods, "Wants to make you and Eve proud."

"He hasn't...I haven't spoken with him since the hospital."

"Oh." Andy shrugs, "I'm his sponsor."

"And you didn't tell me?" She backs away from him slightly.

"It's called Alcoholics Anonymous for a reason, Shar. I've already said too much."

Sharon folds her arms, "I see my children go to you and Kate still isn't my biggest fan." She swallows, "Well...that's good then."

Andy shakes his head slowly, "Look, I don't know why they call me."

"Because they like you more-"

"That isn't true." He sighs, turning and picking his coffee mug up from under the device, "Since when has it been a popularity contest with you?"

"They're my children, Andy. I want them to be able to look to me for help."

Flynn slides the mug to her, making himself another, "It isn't like that."

"Then what is it like?" Sharon shakes her head, "My children call my boyfriend for help. Your children don't call me. What would you do if that happened?"

"One, I'd be shocked if they knew your number. Two, I'd be shocked if they remembered your name. Three, I wouldn't care all-"

"Don't be a smartass."

"I'm not being..." He shakes his head, "This has nothing to do with you."

"Chad hated you and now you're his sponsor?"

"He has trust issues, much like you. He wanted someone he knew."

"You have judged him before." Sharon nods slowly, "At Charlie's funeral, You commented on how he was walking down the steps, how he was drunk during it all."

"Because who the hell shows up drunk to their father's funeral? That was the only thing I was sober for when I was younger." Flynn raises his voice ever so slightly, "What are you trying to get at, Sharon? I thought this was a family."

"It is a family and I'm...I just want my children to feel safe coming to me. The fact that they go to you, says they do not."

"Rusty goes to you."

Sharon shakes her head, "Rusty is different."

"In what way?"

"I didn't raise Rusty his entire life. He did that himself."

"You helped." Flynn points to her, "In the important years, when it came to trust, understanding, and love...that was all you. Now, you're the only person he goes to."

"He trusts you." She sighs, "He goes to you, Andy." Sharon looks away, "Why are we having this argument?"

"I don't know, you tell me." He smirks.

She walks back over to him, leaning up on her toes to kiss him softly, "I apologize."

"So do I." Andy wraps his arms around her slim waist.

Eve appears in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning a hand against the steel refrigerator.

Sharon notices her and turns her head toward her, "Hey. I didn't hear you, honey. How are you feeling?" She stands upright, moving over to her daughter.

"I'm thirsty." Eve's voice, once silky, was now hoarse and brittle, "Do we have-"

"There's juice, water, coffee, tea..."

She turns silent a moment, "Tea, please."

"I've got it." Andy smiles to her, moving over to the device that had made his coffee.

Sharon smiles, helping her to a chair to sit down, "Better?"

Eve nods quickly, slowly raising her eyes to look at them, but not completely, "You two were talking about me, weren't you..."

"I'll be honest with you." She sits next to the young woman, wrapping an arm around her, "We were."

Slowly glancing over to her mother, "He told you what happened?" She asks.

"Yes."

"Okay." Eve trembles slightly, which hasn't exactly stopped except for when she was asleep, "I think my best option, because of how fucked up everything has been lately...is to admit-" She pauses, her face contorting with defeat and sadness, "To admit myself to the hospital." Her voice cracks ever so slightly.

"You are so brave." Sharon gently strokes her hair, kissing her temple as her own eyes become tear ridden, "You're my hero. Do you know that?"

She swallows, "Will you help me pack?"

"You don't pack, remember? They give you a set of scrubs."

"I'm...It will be different this time there? Not like when I was..." Her voice trails off.

Sharon nods, "You are older now. Smarter than you were before. They are only going to help you sort things out. That's all."

Eve nods, "How long do I have to stay?"

"As long as you need. You're going to sign yourself in, and you will sign yourself out."

She looks away, taking a sip of tea after Andy sets it in front of her, "What if I stay too long? I could forget to feed my cat."

"You don't have a cat." Sharon shakes her head slowly.

Eve smiles a little, "I know...just wanted to see if you were saying things just to get me to shut up."

"I would never do that to you." She smirks, "When would you like to go?"

"After I finish this?" The young woman looks between the two, "I'd like to get a shower...maybe do my hair." She swallows, "I don't want to look hideous going in there. They eat you alive."

Andy smiles, "There's no way you could ever look hideous."

"Mom, will you..." Eve bites her lip before continuing, "Could you help me in the shower? I don't...I don't trust myself right now."

"Whatever you need me to do, honey." Sharon nods.

"Then, you and Andy can take me?" She tucks her long, dark, curly hair behind her ear, "I know you. If I ask just you to take me, you'll cry in the car afterwards and I don't want you to drive like that. If Andy is there, he can help you. He can hold you." Eve finishes her tea, standing, "Sometimes, all you need is to be held by the person you love. Sometimes, that's all you need." She offers a sad smile before walking toward her bedroom.

Sharon stands, waiting a moment before following her daughter.