"That's exactly what Morrison wanted. He saw the chance to kill his brother and he took that chance. No one else around him has any idea of it because they were all busy at the basketball game." Andy Flynn sits at his desk, summarizing the case with the pictures up on the whiteboard.

"I don't know many people who would kill their own brother." Louie Provenza watches his friend. He shakes his head, "I think the wife did it."

"You always think the wife did it." He rolls his eyes, "It isn't always the wife and it isn't always the husband either."

"Touchy." The shorter man raises an eyebrow. It had only been a couple weeks since the death of Andy Flynn's only son, and the man's subsequent relapse. The team seemed to be walking on eggshells, treating the man with kid gloves. Everyone except Louie Provenza. He understood exactly what that man needed. What was needed was routine, the way they always treated one another.

"The wife of the victim owned a .45 caliber Smith and Wesson. The murder weapon." Sanchez watches Flynn, "She was dating her tennis instructor-"

"Something right out of a soap opera." Sykes smirks, folding her arms.

"All I'm saying is we should question the instructor." Flynn looks to him, "What's his name?"

"Her name is Carolanne Reinheimer." Tao smirks, "She has no record on her, or weapon registered to her, and Louanne Morrison was not her the only client she was giving extra classes to. Here is the interesting part, Her bank statements show quite a bit of cash to her name. When she deposits checks from her clients, she deposits half into her account and takes the other half as cash. This means hundreds of dollars of cash each time she cashes a check."

"Why is the money important?" Provenza glances to Tao.

"It isn't." Flynn sighs.

Sykes picks her head up, "At least we have it narrowed down to two people."

"Except we don't because we have no motive." He continues.

Sharon steps out from her office, walking over to the group of desks, "Great news. Natasha Fairfax, secretary to Daniel Morrison, just confessed to his murder."

"Who the hell is Natasha Fairfax?" Provenza looks to her.

"Daniel Morrison's secretary." Amy Sykes says under her breath. When the men look to her, she clears her throat, continuing louder, "It was believed they were having an affair. I suggested her days ago and no one wanted to listen, so I left it alone."

Sharon reaches her hand out and squeezes the young woman on the shoulder, "Next time, come to me, Detective."

Provenza rolls his eyes picking up the phone from it's receiver when it rings on his desk, "Provenza...yes, he is...I will let him know." He looks up, "Flynn, you got a visitor in the lobby."

Andy looks to him, raising an eyebrow, "Did they say who?"

It finally begins to register with the man, "Your wife."

Sharon smirks slightly, raising an eyebrow, "Registered polygamist?"

"No, it's uh...it's probably Trudy-" Andy swallows, standing from the chair at his desk.

"Flynn, don't do this." Provenza shakes his head, "You're going to regret it."

"We share two children, Louie. She lost her son too...and Mac wants nothing to do with her-"

"With good reason." Sanchez leans back in his seat.

Andy looks to his current wife, "I will be right back."

Sharon looks to him and shakes her head slowly.

He sighs, walking to the elevators.

"Isn't this woman trouble?" Buzz glances over to the rest of the group, "I can tap into the security cameras to watch..."

"Isn't that illegal?" Tao raises an eyebrow.

Sanchez stands, walking over to him, "It's never stopped us before."

"Gentlemen, I would like to remind you that this is not only against the law, but that I do not condone this and you are subject to disciplinary measures." Sharon stalks over to Buzz's desk, "Scoot over." She smirks slightly, standing behind his chair.

Andy comes into frame, walking to the woman in the lobby, "Trudy, what are you doing here?"

Trudy has her arms folded, a burnt orange cardigan over her shoulders. She tilts her head to the side. Her dark brown hair flows down her back, "I had to see you. Is there somewhere more private we can talk?"

"No husband? You usually have him up your ass."

"I left him." She states simply, "The kids are at school."

"You aren't going any further than this. What is it you want?"

"What about dinner? Could we have dinner after you get off of work?"

"Trudy-"

She swallows, appearing lost, "I want to talk about Matt...and...I'd like to see Mackenzie."

"She is a grown adult now. Seeing you is entirely up to her, but I wouldn't hold your breath. You should have thought about that when you told her she was going to hell and dropped her off at a mental institution because you told her that there was something wrong with her." He glares at her, "You ignored her at the funeral."

"I was in pain, Andy." She has tears in her eyes.

Andy swallows, though this woman and he were never on decent terms, even when they were married. He always had a soft spot for her, "Trudy, I-"

Trudy closes the gap between them, placing her hands on his face and kissing him deeply.

Sharon jumps ever so slightly, standing upright. She removes her glasses, swallowing.

Provenza watches her closely, "Captain-"

"I um...excuse me." She offers a quick smile as she turns away from the group, walking back toward her office. A smile to mask the pain. It wasn't his fault, she tells herself. He didn't initiate it. It doesn't make it hurt any less.

"Captain." He tries again, following her. They pause out of the view of the others, "I'm sorry you had to see that. Trudy is trouble. I'll take care of it."

Sharon shakes her head quickly, "No, Lieutenant, it's okay. Please, return to what you were doing."

"Sharon, what you saw there-"

She puts her hand up to stop him from speaking. Tears in her eyes as she returns to her office, closing the door behind her, letting them fall from her eyes. Maybe her husband still had feelings for his ex-wife. Sharon knew she still had some for Charlie Raydor, but knew he wasn't expected to walk into her place of work anytime soon. She takes a seat behind her desk staring at nothing, but letting the thoughts run through her head about the video she had just seen. Sharon picks her head up when she hears a knock at the door. She scrambles to dab her cheeks and nose to rid of the wetness, "Come in."

Sanchez peeks his head in, "Are you okay, Ma'am?" He steps inside the office more, closing the door behind him.

Sharon offers him a nod with a small smile, "Is there something you needed?"

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get out of here for a while?"

"What?"

"I know what you saw wasn't easy to see, and I know that the confession from Natasha Fairfax means this case is closed, pretty much. How about I take you home...or maybe my apartment-"

"If my daughter didn't live there, Detective, I'd report you for harassment." Sharon smirks, nodding, "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Better yet, do you think you could give my daughter a call and see if she'd be willing to visit?" She adjusts herself in the chair, "I don't think I should do much of anything right now except pack up what needs to come home with me."

Julio nods, "Of course, ma'am. Let me know when you're ready." He smirks, leaving through the door he came in. He returns to his desk, looking to Provenza, "I'm going to take the Captain home."

Provenza nods, "Good. I'm going to-" He pauses when his friends walks back into the Murder Room, "Flynn, join me in the break room, would you?"

Flynn picks his head up, the guilt of what happened spread across his face, "I need to talk to Sharon."

"Break room first." He gives him a look, the kind of look that made his partner know that something was up.

Andy nods quickly, following his friend. He steps to the room and turns when he hears his friend slam the door.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Louie Provenza roars.

"What?"

"We were watching the security cameras for the lobby, Flynn."

Andy swallows, "Shit." He runs a hand through his hair, "Did Sharon see any of it?"

"What she needed to see."

"Fuck." He sits on one of the tables, "Fuck." He hisses to himself again.

"What were you thinking?" Provenza shakes his head, "She is so broken up right now."

"Trudy wants to talk. I agreed to meet with her at a restaurant tonight."

"You agreed to a date with your ex-wife."

"No, that's..." Andy pauses, looking to his friend, "That's what it sounds like, but she wants to talk about Matt and maybe seeing Mac again."

"She made Mac feel like shit at the funeral. There's a reason the girl hasn't wanted to talk to her for years now. She knows the woman is trouble." Louie shakes his head, "And she loves the trouble, Flynn. She bathes in it."

"She left her husband."

"And..."

He shrugs, "He was the root of all of that stuff with Mac, I think."

"She still went along with it, Flynn. You're smarter than that." Provenza shakes his head, "Any normal person would have left whoever they were with if it started occuring, she went right along with it. She's playing you. Just like she always has."

"She lost her son, Louie."

"So did you. I don't want you to lose your wife too. The one you have now. The one that is our Captain and risked her life and her job to give you another shot at parenthood."

Flynn falls silent for a moment, "I'm afraid she'll tell Mac the truth."

He's taken aback slightly, staring at his friend, "She wouldn't do that and even if she did...There's only three people in the world who know. Trudy, you, and myself. That's all that ever needs to know, Flynn. Mac would never believe her."

"Yeah, alright." He nods.

"Go to this dinner. See what she wants." Provenza nods, stepping over to his friend, "Julio is taking Sharon home."

Flynn nods again, "Tell her I'm sorry."

"Tell her yourself when you get home tonight." He meets his friend's eyes before turning and returning to his desk. Louie knew that his friend could never catch a break.