Rusty sits at Andy's bedside, watching the man closely. "Mac is on her way."

Black charcoal around Andy's mouth from the hospital staff forcing him to drink activated charcoal and neutralizing whatever drug Trudy had given him. He nods, then looks at the young man, "Rusty, I know you are closer to Sharon than you are to me, but I think of you as my boy too."

"Alright." He answers quietly, unsure where the conversation was going.

"What you heard earlier...I want you to know that I never told your mother, I never even told Mac."

"Keeping a secret like that is still lying." Rusty sighs, adjusting his legs as he sits.

"It has never mattered to me who her real father was. Not once. Because her real father is me. Blood isn't always thicker than water. I've cared for her throughout her life and I have never once-"

He nods slowly, "I know."

Andy nods, his eyes glistening, "She is my little girl. Always has been."

"I know." Rusty says again, "Provenza said your ex left a voicemail on Mac's cell phone about it."

"Probably did."

The young man studies his only honest father figure. "Why does she hate you so much?"

Andy slowly looks over to him again, "I met her at a bar. We were...I was in the process of divorcing my first wife-"

"I didn't know you had a first wife besides Trudy."

"Yeah. Barbara. We married young. Too young, probably. The separation was amicable. I wasn't ready for kids, she wanted them while she was young. I wanted to further my career, as one does. She was a great woman. We still talk from time to time. Exchange Christmas cards." He smiles softly.

"And then?"

"Trudy and I met and she was really...she was young. Younger than me, at least. I picked her up at a bar, we went to a hotel room." Andy sighs, "It was a vicious cycle. Continued for a few months. We'd get drunk, go to a hotel." He nods, "Then she wound up pregnant. Now, this wasn't a woman I was interested in for the romance. I was-"

"You were using her." Rusty nods, "To relieve tension...or just to fuck her."

"You put it bluntly, but yeah." He leans back in his hospital bed. "I married her, quickly. I didn't love her, but I knew that kid needed two parents. When Matt came it all seemed to make sense. I'd deal with Trudy flying off the handle for him. I'd run through damn fire for him." Andy grins, "He was great."

"Trudy didn't love you either, I bet."

"I don't think she did, no." Andy shakes his head, "Didn't matter to me though. My son was my world. However, I loved the sauce then. It was bad. I tried to quit a few times, but...I couldn't. I was an addict. I still am. I always will be."

"So, she hates you because you drank."

"No, she hates me because she's crazy. Blames me for Matt's death."

"That was no one's fault." Rusty shakes his head slowly, "He would have done it sooner or later. He felt like he was nothing without his family."

"I know that." Andy nods, "When Matt was a kid and I was trying to get sober, I'd stay away. I didn't want to bring that life around him. I didn't want to taint his view of me."

"So, instead of thinking and knowing his father is a drunk, you rather he thought you were just an absentee."

"Yes." He adjusts himself in the bed, "However, by doing that, I opened up the window for Trudy to sweep in and turn him against me, which she jumped at. Can't say I blame her."

"Then how did Mac come about?"

"I was going to AA and I had a sponsor. I was at home. I had a feeling she was sleeping with other people since she wasn't sleeping with me. There were a few times here and there, but...whatever. She told me she was pregnant again. I knew there was no way it could be mine because of the due date. I just accepted it."

Rusty raises an eyebrow, "You didn't argue or anything like that?"

"No. She hated that I didn't argue. I knew it was going to be Matt's sibling and I knew Trudy didn't know who the father was. Every kid deserves a father, Rusty." Andy looks to him, "Your real one was shit. I'm sorry for that."

"Yeah, but you've taken care of me more than he ever did. More than my birth mother's boyfriend ever did too. So...My real father, despite his past, is actually a pretty decent guy." He smiles to the silver haired man.

Close to an hour passes. His daughter, the one in question and on the tip of everyone's tongue was now standing next to his bed. She had been for a while now. He doesn't mind. Andy loves his daughter just as much as his son, regardless of paternity.

Mac closely watches her father, holding his hand. She senses an uneasiness about him, "How long did they say you have to stay?"

"Twenty-four hours. Just to see if I have a reaction to...whatever it is your mother gave me." He sighs.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry she did that." She swallows.

"You didn't do anything, baby." He reaches an arm up, pulling her into a hug, "You didn't do anything."

Mac returns the hug, letting her guard down a moment, "The message Trudy left on..."

He kisses the top of her head, "Baby, it-"

"I don't want to know." She shakes her head, "I don't care. I don't care if it's true or if it isn't."

"Me either. Never have."

"Okay." Mac whispers, holding him a moment before straightening up, "Black lipstick looks really nice on you, Dad." She smirks.

"There's my sarcastic girl." Andy grins, chuckling to himself with a moan. He looks to the doorway, noticing a figure.

Sharon has her arms folded, a smirk on her face, "Thanks for letting me know what was going on, Mac."

The young woman looks over to her, "I was in a hurry."

"I know." She nods slowly, "I already had words with Rusty. Mind if I talk to your father alone for a moment?"

Mac kisses the top of her father's head once more before walking past her stepmother.

Sharon touches the girl's arm reassuringly as she passes. "A cry for attention?" She circles him, almost like a black widow pulling him deeper into her web, "Today was a hard day for me. I had to see you make out with your troubled ex wife-"

"She kissed me. I didn't kiss her." Andy shakes his head slowly.

"Then you agree to dinner with her, for God knows what reason."

"Close the door." He motions.

She sighs, doing as he requested, "I just don't understand what has gotten into you. Are you unhappy with me for some reason or another?"

"I couldn't have Trudy telling Mac that I wasn't her father." Andy folds his arms, "Seems she did anyway, but I had to try to stop her."

Sharon adjusts her posture, standing straighter, "You aren't Mackenzie's biological father?"

"No." He shakes his head. "Rusty heard it at the thing and...I knew i hurt you if even the kid was coming after me."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't think about it. She's my daughter regardless." Andy catches his wife's eye, "I didn't want her to know, Shar. I didn't want anyone to know."

Sharon walks closer to him in the way she does, her hands clasped together in front of her, "Honestly, I was wondering where the blonde hair came from." She sighs, "How is she? Did you tell her the truth?"

"She doesn't want to know the truth. I don't blame her. It wouldn't change anything except cause her to question herself."

She nods slowly, "All these years...God, honey, I'm sorry." Sharon licks her lips, darting her tongue out a moment as she walks closer to him. "You should have told me about what happened...Why you were going to-"

"Provenza told me how upset you were when you left. I...I hurt you and it's unforgivable." Andy shakes his head slowly.

"You should have called." She whispers.

"Shar."

"I love you more than anything, Andy. Charles used to do this. He was sleeping with half the women at his practice and...I just came to terms that he was never going to stop, so I just needed to accept it...or leave. It was easier that way. To live separate lives instead of doing anything. That's all I could think about when...when you kissed her. It was happening again." Sharon watches him, looking almost broken.

Andy studies her, his eyes moving up to her face slowly. "I'd never...I'd never, Shar."

"It doesn't matter. You should have called. You could have..." She shrugs, "I'm here now and we...I can..."

He takes her hand and brings it to his charcoal stained lips, kissing the knuckles softly. "Provenza arrested Trudy. We have nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to...Do you realize she could sue us? She could say she was treated unfairly due to past history with the officer in question...with you, Andy. It opens the department up to lawsuits and-"

"You aren't a part of FID anymore, Sharon."

"No, but that's why I was placed into the position I was. It's my job to worry about these things. Regardless if you're my husband or not, I have to worry about the squad too." She swallows, reaching her other hand out to stroke his hair, "They want to keep you overnight. It's standard."

Andy nods slowly, "Get home to the girls.""

"That's very sweet, but I'm not leaving you." Sharon shakes her head slowly, looking up when she hears a knock against the door, "Come in."

Provenza peeks his head in before fully opening the door, "Am I bothering the two of you?"

"Of course not, Lieutenant. Have any information for me?" Sharon picks her head up, offering the man a smile.

"Yes, Captain. Trudy Wilson is pressing charges, as we thought she would." Louie raises his eyebrows with a smirk.

"Lieutenant, you can't find any pleasure in this."

Andy chuckles, then groans softly, "Jesus, don't make me laugh."

She sighs, looking between the men, "This isn't a laughing matter. If this was anyone else, they might be believed. It isn't as if you've lied about what happened, because I can see that and Lieutenant Provenza was there when you-"

"Captain, this is your husband!" Louie glares at the woman.

"I am well aware of that. However, when arrests are made, this becomes a work issue." Sharon nods slowly.

Andy sighs, "She's right."

"I'd do it again. I thought you were having a heart attack." Provenza yells at his friend, "I thought you were..." He shakes his head, then glances to the Captain, "Look, you want it to show badly on someone, let it show badly on me. Flynn was a victim here."

"I'm not a fucking victim." Flynn growls.

"Stop, please." Sharon puts her hand up to the both of them. She sighs, "I'll take care of it. Is she still in holding?"

"She was processed for assault on an officer." Louie nods, "They're bullshit charges that won't be able to stick if she's put in front of a judge, though."

"If I can get her to admit intent, then they will." Sharon leans down, kissing the top of her husband's head, "I'll be back after I take care of this. Lieutenant, you'll stay?"

He glances to his boss and friend, "Of course."

Andy watches her, "Shar, let her have it. She doesn't know what you look like. I bet she wasn't paying much attention at the viewing or funeral."

Sharon smirks softly, "I'll be back." She mumbles in his ear before walking back into the hall of the hospital.