Sharon stands in the murder room of the Major Crimes division. She stares at the murder board, able to feel that she's being watched from behind. "A Philip Stroh copycat killer." She says quietly, turning to see who is behind her, "Captain Provenza, we can't simply wait for the next victim. We need to be two steps ahead, waiting for this monster to drop the ball."

Louie Provenza nods a little, "We gotta work with what we got. Male between the ages of thirty and forty, hair and skin samples left at the scene have returned inclusive."

"Someone who has never had any run-ins with the law." She folds her arms, turning back to the board, "Any links between any of the women?"

"Struggling actresses. Six of them so far. They either lived on the east coast originally, or the midwest. Two from the east coast, four from the midwest." He takes a few steps forward, standing next to her, "Three of them all come from the same managing firm. That's the only link."

"Better than nothing." Sharon shakes her head a little, "This is the last thing this department needs right now. Philip Stroh is a...dark spot for us all. Last we heard, he had gone south of the border. I highly doubt he would be back now, but...the threat still remains." She swallows, "At least it does in the back of my mind...always. With Rusty still getting his bearings after what happened with him, I don't want him hearing about this...if he visits the offices. Make sure to cover this up."

"Of course, Commander." Provenza nods, falling quiet for a moment. "It was a big deal for you as well, if I remember."

"They nearly killed my son on multiple occasions. I almost had the bastard once..." She sighs softly, "I'll um...it's going to be hard sleeping until we get closer on this." She turns away, moving toward her office slowly, "I have two weddings coming up, both of which are my daughters'. It's a very busy time for me right now."

"Don't burn yourself out, Sharon. That's the last thing you need." He tilts his head to the side, "You should relax. You have a lot on your plate and I have everyone canvasing the genera area between where the bodies of these young women were found. Hopefully, they come back with something. Any lead is a good lead."

"Usually." Sharon smiles softly toward him, "Thank you, Captain."

"Pleasure is all mine." Provenza nods, "We're going to get this bastard. Don't worry."

"I held him for the first few nights when he got out of the hospital." Sharon folded her legs at the knees, "I still blame myself a bit, I think. I should have demanded answers form Eve. I should have pushed her. I needed to push her and I didn't." She swallowed, shaking her head, "I didn't do anything. I just keep failing my children over and over again and it's...it's so hard to face that." Tears formed in her eyes, emotion flooding her voice.

"How did you fail them, Sharon?" Maude Newberry tilted her head to the side, listening as her patient spoke her mind.

"With Eve...there's just so many." She swallowed, "I watched as she held a handgun on her father because he beat me, I admitted her to a psychiatric institution a year or so later. She spoke of suicide and...I found her in the bathtub one night...wrists were..." She couldn't say the words of what had happened to the girl, but she hoped her doctor could infer her statement. "I knew she was depressed, but...I didn't know how much because I was working."

"You were providing for your family, Sharon, and your daughter was saving you by holding a weapon on your ex-husband."

"She stopped talking to me as often when I became pregnant with my daughter, Katherine. I didn't know about her miscarriage months prior or...about the man she was with being abusive. He hurt her and...I didn't even know about him in the first place. I couldn't save her from that either."

"Again, she cut herself off from you to protect her emotions. The two of you are better now, aren't you?"

Sharon nodded quickly, "Yes." Her voice was hushed as she looked up to her doctor.

"That's all that matters." Dr. Newberry offered the woman a gentle smile, "How did you fail Chad?"

Rusty stands in large kitchen of his parents' house, standing over a crepe he had so meticulously learned how to make. Swirling the batter around the pan into a thin layer, he smiles to himself, happy with his abilities.

Andy yawns as he descends the stairs, stretching as he goes, "Hey, kid. You're up early." He pulls his hunter green robe tighter around himself, wearing only boxer shorts underneath. "Whatever you're making, it smells absolutely great. Fruit too?" He raises his eyebrows, "Your mother will be surprised."

"I eat healthy sometimes." He turns toward the man, "Even a light creme to go with it all. I wanted to make a bunch so that the two of you could have breakfast in bed, and there's enough for everyone. You're up pretty early too."

He shrugs, "Your mother was tossing and turning all through the night. Don't know if she was even able to sleep any." He sighs, "I think the case at work has her worried. Opening up old wounds and all that. Last thing I want is for her to worry about this too much. I hate it when she brings work home with her."

"She always brings work home with her." Rusty raises an eyebrow, placing the crepe onto a plate, "Do you want me to make yours, or do you want to make it?"

Andy holds his hands up, "Make it the way you want it to be eaten."

"You got it." The younger man grins proudly, "What's the case you're working on?"

"Stroh might be back." He runs a hand through his hair and as he hears the plate hit the floor, he realizes he opened his big mouth when he shouldn't have. He closes his eyes, "Sorry, son. I...I completely forgot you've been affected by all that."

"It's...it's okay." Rusty shakes his head a little, cleaning up the mess on the floor, "I'll just make you another one." He holds an absent hand over the wound, "All that was a long time ago. I've...grown as a man since then."

Andy watches the young man, "Still." He sighs, "Don't...don't tell your mother I told you. She'll...probably kill me."

"Probably." He smirks a little, trying to make the situation light again. The crepe doesn't take very long, he makes it how it was intended to be eaten by him, using the cream he made with the fruit he cut and rolling it gently, "If it tastes awful, let me know. I want to make it better next time."

"Rusty." He licks his lips, waiting a moment before continuing, "You can talk to me, alright? I know it's hard...I know it was a lot to-"

"Dad, listen...I just don't want to talk about it right now...or ever." Rusty glances over to him as he hands the man the plate of the fruit and pastry dish, "Thank you for the offer, but...I'm okay. Really. Alright?"

Andy nods quickly, using his fork to cut into the crepe, "Kid, you've missed your calling. This hits the ball out of the park."

"Thanks." He smiles proudly, "I'm going to make one for Mom and take it upstairs to her. Think she'd like that?"

"I think she'd love that. Especially spending time with you before Kate can take up all of your time." He pauses, "Oh, I forgot she's spent the night at Mac's. So, she won't interrupt you anyway." He chuckles to himself, "I'm going to watch the news on the tube. Go spend some time with Sharon. Make a whole day of it."

Rusty looks to him, nodding, "That actually sounds like a really good idea. Thank you."