Sharon slowly strolls down the stairs, her cream colored silk robe wrapped around her with matching pajamas underneath. She notices the television on and knows her husband wouldn't be too far away from it. "So, you tell our son to come up and ask me to go for massages because you know I can't deny anything to him." She edges up to the back of the sofa, knowing how her husband would sit in the middle of it to watch whatever sports game happens to be on at the time. A smirk plays at the corner of her mouth, "Well played."

"I don't know what you're talking about, lady." Andy attempts to keep a poker face, "It was all his idea. You all should go and get ready before the weddings. Especially since Eve was saying she and Julio are just doing something incredibly small...and moved the date up yet again."

"You're attempting to change the subject."

"Nah. I just want my wife to feel as beautiful as she looks. A massage, maybe getting your nails painted, whatever. It might help you relax a bit." He nods a little, the television playing a Dodgers baseball game from the eighties. "I love helping my wife relax."

Sharon tilts her head to the side, "You know very well that my presence is needed in the department with this one." She folds her arms, "And you know why. Captain Provenza has been a bit-"

"Power hungry?"

"Out of sorts and I was asked by Chief Patel to just be present more often just to keep him under control." She nods slowly, "And you know that. I told you about that. However, you told our son to get to get to a massage."

"He needed it too." Andy shrugs, "We hear him scream at night. The thing really...fucked him up." He says bluntly, falling quiet for a moment before continuing, "We both know that. You rush to hold him, but...I know it's pushing you to the limit, babe. He's way past that. His psychiatrist can only help him so much...and the same with you. Maybe just...spending some time with you that isn't about that...or holding him or whatever, will help the both of you."

Sharon never considered that. She swallows, her voice quiet in her reply, "Yeah...you're right." She lifts her head, her eyes brimming with tears. Sharon is glad her husband isn't able to see her. "You could come too, you know. If you want. Massages are always a good thing."

"I would if I could." He chuckles a little, mostly to himself. "Mac is bringing Kate to the office later after her measurements and things. Also, I need to make sure Provenza doesn't have a heart attack. Liz and he are having issues lately and the subject of the case...isn't helping too much." He plays with a toothpick in his mouth.

She turns to lean down, gently kissing his cheek by his ear. "I was able to talk Rusty out of yoga for the day, I like to do that before bed-"

"And I like to watch."

Sharon rolls her eyes a little, smirking, "So, I need to go and get a shower." She gently runs her nails through his short silver hair, her lips still close to his ear, "Maybe you could come up and wash my back."

Andy moves quickly to get off the sofa and turn off the television, "I'd be happy to help with that, Commander."

"Chad was..." Sharon shook her head, eyes set toward the floor instead of on her psychiatrist across from her, "Chad was too sheltered." She finally lifted her head, eyes meeting that of Dr. Newberry who was sitting in front of her, "Eve and I talk about it from time to time. Chad followed in the same footsteps as his father. He went to college and did an amazing job, played football. Everything. The whole nine yards...no pun intended." She huffed a soft laugh to herself, pausing before continuing, "I didn't know he was in the Emergency Room at the same time as my daughter and...he didn't even tell me when he got married. My husband was more informed than I was."

"Andy is his sponsor. There's a reason for that." Maude Newberry smiled softly toward the woman.

"True." She adjusted her position on the sofa, "He was so angry with me after Charlie died...accused me of being the one that pushed him over the edge. He...he wouldn't talk to me for months. Wouldn't come to the hospital when Katie was born." Sharon shrugged a little, "And I didn't know how to...speak to him. I didn't know how to initiate conversation with him. Eve told him off and Andy...I don't really know what was said with my husband, but...I know it was enough to get him to go to Alcoholics Anonymous."

"Tough love. Maybe it's what he needed."

"And I was afraid to give him that." Sharon swallowed, "I didn't...I could never risk my son just not speaking to me. It's like...the worst thing to me. When he wasn't speaking to me, it was...it hurt me in a way I've never been hurt before."

Dr. Newberry nodded slowly, scribbling something down on the pad in her lap, "How is he now?"

"He's...so much better. Like night and day. Calls me a few times a week. We try to meet up for dinner once a month at my home." She nodded, starting to smile ever so slightly, "He's married to a nurse who is...simply a delight. He works in IT, something he's always enthused over. They moved closer to us so that we could have a better relationship. I truly...I'm shocked at his turn around. I'm so proud of him."

"That's good. A sense of a complete or whole family is always a solid foundation for recovery. For both him and for you, Sharon." The older woman offers her a smile, "How about Rusty?"

"This is the greatest day of my whole entire life." Kate watches through the rear passenger window from her booster seat within Mac's coupe. "I caught a shrimp this time. I'm getting better at it, I think."

"I think you're getting better at it too." Mac smirks, watching the road as her little sister pedals on from the backseat. "Do you want to know why you had to go and get measured again today?" She quickly glances in her rear view mirror, where she sees her sister nod, "Because I'm getting you a tuxedo like Rusty and I for the wedding. There's one stipulation though."

"Best day of my whole life." The girl mumbles incredulously.

"You have to wear the dress for the ceremony and the tux is for the reception. Do you think you can do that?"

Kate nods quickly, "I'm so happy. Will there be pictures?"

"A lot of pictures." Mac smirks, slowly pulling into the LAPD parking garage, "Like, more pictures than you even thought anyone can take. Ones before the ceremony, ones after the ceremony. Ones during the reception. A lot of pictures."

"And I'll get to look like a princess, right?" Her legs swing excitedly, her face aglow, "All the day long. I'll be the best princess."

"All day long, Katie. You already do look like a princess though. Like how your hair is perfectly curly, but not too curly, or how your eyes twinkle in certain lights...even glowing. It's weird, but it's just like other princesses."

Kate's eyes open more, "What if I'm really a princess?" She focuses on the back of her sister's head, sitting just behind her, "Like a for real princess."

"There are 'for real' princesses in the world, Katie." Mac smirks, finding a parking spot at the top of the car park, "From all over the world. That's how monarchy rolls."

"Like Pocahontas?"

"Well...I don't think Pocahontas was even a princess. She was the Chief's daughter." The young woman shrugs, opening her car door and moving to the back to let her sister out. She opens the girl's door, "Besides, Pocahontas is a gross oversight to the true story of the woman it's named after."

Kate furrows her brow, looking up at her older sister as she holds her hand, walking toward the elevators, "What does that mean?"

"It means that the story Disney told was nothing like what really happened...like even her name. In real life, the woman's name wasn't Pocahontas, she chose that much later. It was Matoaka and Pocahontas was actually her mother's name...who died when she was being born. She was a part of the Mattaponi tribe." She shrugs, "And she wasn't an adult ready to marry when she met John Smith...she was like ten or eleven," Mac shakes her head, "The story that Disney put out was very nice, but I just wish they would have created an original character with a similar backstory instead of just calling her Pocahontas."

"Whatever." The young girl makes a face, tilting her head left to right, "I still paint with all the colors of the wind."

Sharon sat in the waiting area, waiting for her son to exit the psychiatrist's office. She flipped through a small paperback she hadn't been able to read though she desired to. Just too busy. Whether it be at home or at work. Lifting her head when she hears her son's voice, she smiled a little, standing. "Ready to go?"

Rusty nodded a little, still maneuvering slowly no matter where he went. His wound still healing, though it seemed to be going slowly. It became infected not long after. The doctor said it was unavoidable really. Too large and too deep of a wound and since he couldn't really get it cleaned properly, it was going to happen. He nods a little, "I um...he wants me to take some medication...for the anxiety attacks...and something to help me sleep."

The offered him a soft smile and her elbow to hold onto as they walked, "How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know." He swallowed, biting his lower lip, "I don't think it will help any. I think I can do other things to help myself. I-I thought talking was enough to help and Dr. Joe doesn't think so."

"Rusty, taking medication for a mental issue isn't...conceding defeat or that you're crazy. Not in the least." Sharon shook her head slowly, strolling with the young man toward her car in the parking lot since he wasn't cleared to drive just yet, "It means that you understand and accept that you're allowed to feel better. Medication usually goes hand in hand with counseling in order to sort things out."

Rusty glanced over to her, his bruises on his face still visible. Blue and purple marks with yellowed edges. He wore long sleeves in order to cover the contusions on his arms. "And...I'll start feeling better..."

"I can't promise anything to you, but I believe it will help." She opened the passenger side door, helping to lower him into the seat, "I still visit my doctor...and I used to take medication. I don't need it anymore like I once did." Sharon closed the door, moving around to the driver's side. She took a deep breath before opening the door and climbing inside, "Are you comfortable, Rusty?"

The young man looked back to her, nodding slightly. "Yeah." As comfortable as he'd ever be.