Chief Patel holds the hand of the toddler girl, "You keep asking for more crackers, but I'm betting it's almost time for you to eat your dinner. Isn't it?" When the girl gives her a stern look, she chuckles to herself. "Oh, little Freya, I can see the Commander all over you. Whether you try to...do that or not." She shakes her head a little, realizing she's speaking to a girl who can hardly speak herself. Stepping into the Murder Room of the Major Crimes division, the girl lets go of her hand, flinging herself toward her father.

Julio lifts his daughter into his arms, holding her tightly, "Mi vida!" He gently rubs her back in the embrace, picking his head up and expecting to see her mother. Furrowing his brow, he notices the Chief standing in the direction his daughter ran in from. "Ma'am?"

Chloe Patel motions for him to follow her, which he obeys. She waits until he is next to her and they're walking away from the group and down the hall before she speaks to him. "Listen, your girlfriend is kind of...asleep in my office." Her voice calm, amused. "I'm not sure if she usually just falls asleep while talking to people, but...I'm not really offended."

"How long has she been out?" He shakes his head a little at the young woman's odd behavior.

"Well," She checks her watch, "Couple hours now."

"Couple hours?"

Chloe waves her hand a little, motioning that it isn't a big deal to her. "She brought you lunch and I kind of found her puking in your trash can..." When she receives another confused look from him, she continues, "I gave your little one a treat, but...you should probably get her home. I remember how I was in my early months of pregnancy. You're welcome to leave early. Get her something to eat."

Julio sighs, shaking his head a little, "I do apologize, Chief. She was always tired with Freya too." He softly kisses his daughter's head as she rests it against his shoulder. "Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind keeping quiet about the whole pregnancy thing? We aren't really telling people yet."

"At the rate she's going, you aren't going to need to."

Sharon sat at her son's bedside, hardback novel in hand, her stocking feet propped up on the bedside wearing hospital socks. Most of her days were spent here. At her son's side. Like any mother would. Hospital staff grew to know her well. It had only been a few weeks so far, but it was enough. Sharon has a way about her that made others feel like they've known her forever. It's always been one of her strong suits.

Rusty opened his eyes a little, noticing the woman at his bedside. He smiles a little, "You're going to have to go home sometime, you know."

"So are you, so stop getting infections." She smirked to herself, finishing the sentence she was on before placing the elaborate bookmark Katie had made her between the pages. She placed the book on the bedside table before reaching over to gently stroke the hair from his eyes, "You've slept sixteen hours today. I think that's a new record for you."

"Me too." He huffed a chuckle, groaning a little from the general achy feeling in his body.

"They've been keeping you comfortable. So it isn't all your fault." Sharon smirked, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "Are you hungry? Andy is home with Katie. He said he'd bring you up whatever you want for dinner. Even if it's one of those...burgers with too many toppings."

Rusty's eyes were still groggy, he smirked, "I'm allowed?"

She paused, watching him a moment, "They encouraged it. Said you have to eat something and they can't just keep giving you vitamins and saline bags." The woman waved her eyebrows a little, "So, what would you like?"

"I'm fine. He doesn't have to do that."

"Rusty Flynn...you're going to eat." Sharon narrowed her eyes, "Even if I have to hand feed you a cheeseburger."

Rusty's smile widened. Amused with it all. "Sharon Flynn, my health conscious mother, ramming a cheeseburger down my throat."

Sharon enters the Murder Room, hand in hand with her younger son, expecting to surprise everyone with their visit since they were all quite busy as of late and Rusty hasn't really been up to getting out much. Her skin glowing and a genuine relaxed aura about her. She notices everyone with their eyes to a computer screen, or ear to a phone handle. "Any word?" Her eyebrows raised, hopeful.

"None. There's nothing. No witnesses, no extra evidence, no one knows anything." Amy Sykes turns to look toward her boss, "The Captain had us canvassing...and...nothing." She shrugs, "It's...frustrating."

"Ah." She motions for Rusty to have a seat, having noticed him holding his side as they made their way up. "Maybe it's because we're being too...forceful with this. People might be afraid to talk."

"Yes, Chief." Provenza mumbles, placing the phone back onto it's receiver. "Alright, lady and gentlemen, that was the Chief. Hollywood has a scene that matches the others...we might just have another victim to add to our board. However, the Chief wants to let them process it and fax us over everything. Morales is also going to do the autopsy."

"That's a great idea." Sharon folds her arms, clad in a pair of jeans, a cardigan with a short sleeved shirt underneath, and some comfortable UGG boots, "I'm really hoping that it isn't, but if it is, let's hope there's some other concrete evidence left behind or maybe a witness."

"For the witnesses sake..." Andy uses his hands to speak a bit, "He hasn't been leaving any loose ends. We should broadcast an anonymous tip line."

"Good idea." She tilts her head from side to side, "However, it's a bit of a double edged sword. If we broadcast that we're looking for someone, he's going to get paranoid and careless...or he'll run." She sighs, "Either way, the murderer in this case is going to know we're onto him."

Provenza leans back in his chair, "Chief also asked that you head to her office, Commander."

"She knew I was here?"

"She had a feeling you'd show up and told the front desk to let her know when you'd arrive." The man offers a soft smile, "And said grab some cheese crackers from the vending machine. I have no idea what the hell she's talking about. That woman is crazy as it is."

"She isn't." Sharon scowls toward the man, heading toward the machines before back to the office. Opening the glass door, she notices her granddaughter sitting on the woman's desk, a crayon in her hand and some paper spread underneath her. "Freya?"

"Gam!" Freya, a toddler of few words, offers a grin and a few claps before returning to her colorful work.

Chief Patel sits in her seat, arm wrapped around the girl so she doesn't fall, "Julio just got back here not long ago and I sent one of my guys to the convenience store for some juice...for them both." She motions to the sofa opposite her desk, against the partition, "Are you related to anyone else in your division?" Her tone teasing.

"None that I'm aware of." Sharon offers Julio the crackers, "What's going on?"

"She's really groggy. Told her she needs to start checking her sugars again." Julio sighs.

"We were having a lovely chat and down she went." Chloe shrugs, "I didn't realize I was that boring."

"God, just leave me alone, please." Eve mumbles, her eyes heavily lidded, hardly blinking at all. "Just closing my eyes a couple of minutes."

"The vomiting probably didn't help her, Lieutenant." The Chief shakes her head a little.

"Just...just one cracker, okay?" Julio attempts to reason with his fiance, "It's your favorite too. The Captain Wafer ones with the chives and whatever. I'll get you some more for home. Please? Chief said you weren't feeling well and the Commander is here now too."

"Commander Flynn?" Eve smirks a little, amused with herself mostly, "All of you overreact."

"She was only diabetic with Freya though." Sharon motions to the toddler, then pauses, standing over her daughter. "I knew you were pregnant. I was waiting until you said something because of the last time...and this is why you should have said it sooner."

The young woman allows her boyfriend to feed her a cracker, grinning around it, "If only I could get you to do this with grapes...while fanning me with a big palm frond..." She giggles a little to herself, "Think of the possibilities."

"We'd rather not." Chief Patel gives them a playful look, then peers down to the paper the toddler was drawing on, "I bet red is your favorite color, isn't it?"

"R-e-d." Freya blushes, dipping her head to the side.

"You're incredibly intelligent, little Freya." She glances back over to the group, "Is she coming around?"

"They worry too much, Chief Patel." Eve finishes the other crackers on her own, slowly sitting up more as she gathers her bearings.

"Well, to their credit, you did fall asleep on my sofa."

Sharon folds her arms, "Which I apologize for, ma'am."

"Oh, please. Your family holidays must be very interesting." Chloe shakes her head slowly, then glances back to the toddler, "Do you want to take a few pieces of paper with you?" When the girl just looks at her before leaning forward to run her finger along the woman's features, "I don't know what you're doing, but I'm going to take that as a yes."

"She's painting your face." The older woman shrugs, turning back to her family, "Do you want me to take her home?"

"I told him to go ahead already, as should you. Why are you here today, Commander?" The Chief watches them still, "Not that I didn't think you wouldn't try to sneak in, but I'm just curious. Hollywood is going to take a few hours to process and write things up, as well Dr. Morales and you all shouldn't start worrying about anything until he tells you that you should, really." She shrugs, "You can tell your people to go on and head home, if you'd like, Commander."

"I came to be briefed because I know Captain Provenza has been a bit...aggressive with you during this whole thing. Which I apologize for as well." Sharon offers, "He doesn't pull any of that with me anymore and I'm betting he won't with you in due time."

"We will go and get you all a wheelchair from supply so you can get her down to the garages without risking her falling." Chief Patel stands, holding the toddler on her hip, "And take the elevator down the other hall. It will avoid the stairs when you just come in. Just bring my chair back tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am." Julio continues to sit next to his betrothed, "Thank you for everything, ma'am."

"Don't mention it...especially to Captain Provenza, I like to keep up a rough exterior for him." She lets the toddler down, amused when she continues to follow her out of her office door.

Sharon releases a breath she wasn't aware that she was holding. "I can't believe you, Evey. You need to keep things in your purse for this. Especially now."

"Well, I just barfed beforehand...really, I couldn't have even been asleep that long."

"Three hours." Julio holds her hand, genuine concern covering his face. Flashbacks to his first wife spread through the back of his mind. "I mean...what if you were home alone with Freya? I told you to check when you had that dizzy spell in the kitchen the other day. You hit your head pretty hard."

"Again, you're making a big deal out of it." Eve folds her arms, taking her hand from him. She's able to feel her mother's dissatisfied eyes from above her, "I'm fine though. Just a bump."

"Check your damn sugars, Evey. I'm not telling you that you need to run to the doctor for medicine yet, I just want you to try to keep track of it with diet and monitoring now that you know it's going to be a problem again." Sharon offers, "You owe it to Freya and to whomever you're currently gestating in there."

"You know?"

Sharon pauses, knowing she probably didn't hear her say it before, making eye contact with the young woman when she glances over to her, "I'm a detective."