Sharon stretches out on the California King bed in her master suite bedroom. The cool silk of the navy sheets relaxing her far more than she thought they would when she put them on the night before. She smiles to herself, needing this tiny piece of heaven in her room. Who would have thought it would be caused by silk sheets? Hearing the soft rapt at her door, she groans a little. "Come in." She calls, adjusting her head on her pillow with a yawn.

Rusty opens the door a bit, peeking his head in, "Morning." He smiles toward her, "I made you breakfast. I don't even think you'll complain too much about it this time." Opening the door more, he steps through it, the breakfast on a small tray table, lined with a glass of orange juice, hot cup of coffee, and a small cream colored vase with a fresh deep purple dahlia within it.

"Honey, you've outdone yourself." She pushes herself up a bit, resting against the plush headboard behind her. "You didn't have to do all of this. It isn't my birthday or mother's day." The woman grins a bit, hair akimbo and framing her face like some sort of light brunette halo. "What's the occasion?"

He shrugs, "I have to have an occasion?" He places the tray over her lap, taking a seat on the other side of her, "I like to do nice things for you once in a while and I've noticed you've been pretty busy lately. You're allowed to rest once in a while."

Running her hand through her hair and reaching over to her bedside table for a cloth scrunchie, she pulls her hair into a large ponytail. Sharon tilts her head to the side, "I have been busy, but that happens from time to time. I don't like not being busy...you know that."

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't."

"Exactly." She raises her eyebrows, amused with the concept. Reaching over her breakfast plate, "Crepes? I love crepes."

"I know you do. Crepes and fresh fruit. I made that cream myself...and I'm not telling you what's in it because it's a secret." Rusty smirks, "My secret."

"Well, I certainly appreciate it, Sweetheart." Sharon lifts a raspberry to her lips, tucking it inside her mouth. "Were you planning to go with Mac and Kate to the suit shop today?

"No, I had a better idea...which you're going to argue with me about, but I think you should listen because you have to do it anyway." He offers, leaning back against the pillows, 'Are these silk sheets? I'm liking the whole Navy and light gray thing you've got going on here."

"Rusty." She warns, moving her hand in a circular motion for him to continue his original train of thought.

"Fine, fine." Rusty yawns a little, "We're going to go to one of those yoga glasses that you pay for and never actually go to." When he doesn't hear her object, he continues, "And then we're going to go get massages with mani-pedis. How does that sound?"

"Delightful." Sharon grins ward him.

When it's obvious she isn't going to just say that, but doesn't actually want to say anything else to him. He sighs, "But?"

"You already said it yourself. I've been incredibly busy with a case lately. It's...a very important one and I really can't miss a moment to treat myself."

"Mom, you do though. Like...Dad said you were tossing and turning and that really isn't good for you. You usually don't do that. So, I know the case is on your mind, but relaxing your body may just make your mind work even better because it needs to just...chill out. Right? Rusty tries, "If something comes up or they need you back, then we can go back. However, you really don't need bags under your eyes for the weddings of your daughters. Am I not right?"

Sharon chuckles softly, "You're absolutely right."

"So what's the problem?" He raises his eyebrow, "Too busy to set aside a couple hours? Like, just a couple. I need to get my stuff done too. Katie said I should get my toenails painted. I can't just say no to my little sister like that. Especially when she's expecting me to look my best for her big debut as a flower girl."

"It's also your big debut as a best man."

"Exactly. So, let's just go today. Please?" Rusty swallows, needing to be close with his mother but not able to outright tell her that's the issue. He hasn't been able to sleep either, mostly from flashbacks of his ordeal at his biological mother's house.

Sharon can sense something is wrong with her son. She knows she must get to the bottom of it before anything at work. She nods a little, "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want. I do hope there's lunch scheduled in there as well? My treat." She takes another bite of the breakfast pastry, smiling with a full mouth, "This is so good."

"I don't think you understand the severity of the situation. I have my people all over our jurisdiction searching for the young woman." Provenza stood before his chief, eyebrows furrowed, "And you're telling me to pull them back due to budget cuts?"

Chief Chloe Patel folded her arms, "Captain, it's more than that. In fact, you're better than to just assume it's because of budget cuts." Her eyes focused on the man, motioning to the seat in front of her desk, "I really rather have these conversation with you sitting instead of standing."

"So that you aren't intimidated?"

"So that I don't have to worry about your blood pressure causing you to faint." She waited a moment, tilting her head again for him to sit. She smiled when he finally followed her orders. "Good." She leaned back in the seat, "It's more than budget cuts. You have men and women putting their lives on the line each and every day. Correct?"

"Yes, ma'am." Provenza wasn't really sure where she was going with this train of thought.

"And it's better that they don't take unnecessary risks. Would you agree, Captain?"

He nodded, "Yes, Chief."

"So, explain to me why you have men and women on a wild goose chase? There's routine patrols that cover the areas you're using the extra force for already. They've been alerted to the young woman's appearance. If Josephine Stark is anywhere in that area, someone is going to see it. Someone will slip up and she'll be out in the open." Chief Patel leaned forward, folding her arms on her desk, "I'm calling the men back. At this point in time, when your description of a suspect is so vague, it's unnecessary to have that many people looking for someone that may or may not even be there. While the Commander is on personal leave with her son, I'll be the one you're going to run things by."

Provenza could feel his face turning red on its own, "If this young woman winds up dead, her blood will be on your hands."

"I did this with Mom yesterday. This is so boring!" Kate calls out, holding her arms open, "And he's a boy. Do you know how to take measurements for girls?"

"Katie, be nice." Mac scowls toward her younger sister, "This is Carter and he's doing his job. Now, let's just try to make his job a little easier." She offers a soft smile toward the girl, "Also, if you're good, we'll go and get you a treat. You need to be good though or else we won't go."

The girl tilts her head to the side, "Sorry." She grumbles, pouting slightly. "Why do we have to do this again though?" When she notices her sister about to possibly yell at her again, her eyes widen, "I just want to know! I'm not even being mean right now."

Carter chuckles, "You're doing this because your sister has a special surprise for you and the only way you can get that surprise is if you let me finish." He smiles to the girl, "Besides, I'll even give you a lollipop after. What flavor of pop do you like the most?"

"I like grape." Kate nods, "Because nobody else likes it so there's always lots left...all the candy too. Nobody likes grape. I don't think the grapes know because I eat all of them. All of them." She waits for the man to look at her again, whispering, "All of them."

Mac rolls her eyes, "It's a different surprise than lunch later. A good one if you're good."

"Is it food?" The girl tries.

"Maybe. What's your favorite food?" She leans forward a little, "At least right now."

"The one with the fire?" Kate's eyes widen even larger, her emerald eyes glistening with excitement, "With the chicken and steak and the rice and the salad?" When she notices her older sister begin to smirk, "I am right, aren't I...are you going to let me have...soda?"

"Only if you're good." Mac chuckles at her sister's reaction to simple food, "I might even let you get some sushi."

"I am so happy."

Andy held onto his wife as they lounged in their backyard area. Late night, the stars were incredibly clear from their point of view on the large chez. "When I was a kid, I thought for sure I'd be a astronomer. Study the stars...and even beyond it. Actually, I wanted to be an astronaut."

"Really?" Sharon raised an eyebrow, smirking a little, "I never knew that about you."

He shrugged, "It was something I was into as a kid. Still makes me happy to see a clear view though." He motions to various clusters of stars with his finger, "Orion...that one was always my favorite. His dog, Laelaps, at his feet...also going by the name Canis Major. There's Gemini too...Castor and Pollux. Can't believe I remember their names."

She glanced up to his face, "Listen to you. You're so excited." She's surprised by it all, "I thought you were just some kid in Chicago who ran the streets and here you were too busy to do that because you had your head in the clouds...literally." Sharon smirked, "And why you were so excited to buy Katie a telescope when she asked for one at two years old...even going as far as to argue with me about it because I thought she was too young."

Andy chuckled, "I'm full of surprises."

"Could have saved yourself an argument." Sharon lifted her head a little, kissing him tenderly, "I love this. I love just...sitting out here with you and relaxing and..." She shrugged, unable to find the words, "And you're telling me about Greek mythology and the constellations and it's...so oddly romantic."

"Think so, huh? He kissed her again, tightening his hold on his wife a little, "We can do other things under the stars, if you'd like...and I can talk about them for hours."

"If three of our children, and one grandchild, weren't asleep inside, I'd take you up on that, Lieutenant Flynn." Her grin widened, "We have right now though...the ability to...not be nude in our yard, just calls for us to be more...creative."

"Or, we can just go back to our bedroom...lock the door...let the kids take care of themselves." Andy waved his eyebrows a little, going in for another kiss, "Which would probably be our best bet because I'm not sure how much longer I can stay out here...without having my way with you..." He smirked, "I'd like to worship you...like the goddess Themis that you are."

"Themis?" Sharon lifted an eyebrow, not terribly knowledgeable on either starts or Greek mythology except in the basic sense.

"Lady of good counsel." Andy gently placed a kiss along her jaw and neck, "Personification of divine order and fairness. That's all you." He moved his face back to look her in the eye, "I'm more of a Sancus myself...all about loyalty, baby."

"Let's...let's get up to our room."