"Everything okay, Captain?" Sykes watches as the woman uneasily and uncharacteristically adjusts her posture from time to time. She looks to the monitors, "I'm sure she'll be great."
"It isn't Mac I'm worried about." Sharon shakes her head slowly, finally settling on resting her elbow on the table containing the monitors.
"Sanchez wouldn't let anything happen to her."
She chuckles softly, "I don't doubt that."
Buzz smiles, adjusting the focus on the cameras in the other room via the computer, "How is Lieutenant Flynn?"
"Oh, I'll be retrieving him after this is all over." Sharon smiles, glancing to the man next to her, "I spoke to him this morning. Nursing staff says he's in good spirits and didn't cause much trouble overnight."
"Probably because Lieutenant Provenza left after Chief Johnson spoke with them. She sent over her recordings and files for you, ma'am. They should be on your desk. Said there was a break in the adoption thing and she had to-" Tao sits at the other side of his superior officer.
"That's great." Sharon nods, smiling. She leans back in the chair and sighs, "What's taking the two of them so long." She feels the presence of Lieutenant Provenza behind her, knowing he wouldn't want to miss anything.
Sanchez stands with the young woman outside the door to the interview room, "Mac, if you start to feel uncomfortable, you can go. Whenever you need to."
"I'm not going to feel uncomfortable, Julio." Mac grins broadly, walking through the doorway when he opens the heavy door for her. She looks to her mother, slightly disheveled from an entire night in lock up.
"Another pretty one. Where do you find these poor excuses for officers? Playboy?" Trudy Wilson sneers.
Julio glances to the young woman, pulling out the chair for her, which she declines.
"I don't need to come from Playboy. I don't need to be a cop." Mac stands in front of her, placing her hands at her hips. Confidence radiating from her, "I will however take this time to emphasize how terrible of a person you are."
"You have no right to-" Trudy watches her, "Mackenzie."
"Mac. My name is Mac."
"I named you Mackenzie. I will call you what is on your birth certificate." She smirks, "That's cute how you actually look like a woman for a change."
"I have always been a woman. Clothing does not make a person who they are, they say what they are. They feel what they are."
"Women do not like women. They do not fall in love with them." Trudy shakes her head, "That's why I sent you to that fucking institution. Didn't they teach you anything? Your legs were all cut up and you did it to yourself. There's something wrong with you. Don't you get it?"
"Watch it." Sanchez growls.
Mac paces ever so slowly, folding her arms, "Why did you poison Dad?"
"He's a sad excuse for a man. He had it coming."
"How does he have a poisoning coming?" She shakes her head, "That was all you. That was you taking whatever you gave him-"
"Belladonna mixed with some things. Made it myself." Trudy smirks.
"That's disgusting."
"Well, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black." She shakes her head, "All the years he put me through. All the drunken nights, all the times he didn't come home. He was a terrible man. The worst."
"He was an alcoholic. It's an addiction. It's an illness." Mac watches her, "You did nothing to help him. You brainwashed Matt and I to hate him-"
"Don't you dare say his name."
"-when in reality, the only reason you did that was because you were afraid we'd love him more. Guess what, I do. My father is one of the most loving, caring people I've ever met. He'd give his life if it meant protecting another."
"He killed Matthew."
"He didn't. Matt killed himself because he was in love. In love, and his family died." Mac glares at her, "You didn't even know him because he didn't want you to. He hated you so much for the way you treated me."
"The way you said I treated you." Trudy watches her intently, "Everything you ever told him was probably filled with lies."
"You've ignored me and verbally abused me as I grew up because you didn't want me since before I was born, Fact. You found me kissing my friend Ashley in my room, Fact. When I told you what I was feeling, instead of being motherly and accepting...I don't know why I thought you would, you never have been...You told me that homosexuals were a plight in modern day society, Fact. I tried to kill myself because I wasn't wanted, Fact. You dropped me off at an institution for a psychological evaluation for my homosexuality, not the attempt on my life, and since I was under the age of eighteen at the time, was unable to check myself out without an older sibling or guardian, Fact. There was actually nothing wrong with me with exception to depression, Fact." She lists, using her fingers to keep track, "Are any of those things I just said false?"
The older woman glides her tongue over her teeth, watching her, "No, they are not." A look of defeat washes over her face.
"To let you know what I've done since then, I've become great friends with my sister and even my step-siblings. We're happy and Sharon, my stepmother, is more woman than you will ever be... More than a mother than you even tried to be. She loves me more than you ever did." Mac nods, "They're all great people who love me and accept me for exactly who I am. I'm about to go to college, for teaching, I think. I received a field hockey scholarship to aid in my schooling. I've worked at my school's summer camp for two years now. I've had a girlfriend for over a year now, who I plan to marry someday. I'm more confident and happy than I ever have been in my entire life. So, I think I should thank you for sending me away. If you didn't, I wouldn't have been protected by my step-sister, Dad wouldn't have known I was even there. He wouldn't have signed me out and he wouldn't have shown me what a family really is. I wouldn't have found a best friend in my step-brother. I would have still been in that institution, wasting away because I know you never would have come to get me."
"You finished?" Trudy doesn't look at her daughter, she can't.
"No. I never want to hear from you or see you again. I never want you to call me or try to see me. You've lost that chance and since you stole it from Dad, he is the only one I can depend on anymore."
"I think it's cute how you talk about dad this and dad that when he isn't even your father."
"No, see, blood doesn't always constitute fatherhood. I don't care because my father, the man who I've always known as such, will always be my father. I have no desire to know the truth."
Trudy leans forward, smirking, "He may be closer than you think."
"Yeah, okay, well..." Mac shrugs, "Is there anything else you have to say to me? An apology? Even a simple message of love?" When her mother doesn't move or otherwise speak up, she nods, "That's what I thought." She leaves the room, Sanchez in toe.
Julio squeezes the young woman on the shoulder, "That was something." He grins to her, "Feel better?"
Mac nods almost absently, "Could you um...could you tell Sharon I'm going to wait in her office?"
He nods, watching her jog off.
Sharon steps out of the media room, glancing to Julio who was standing there alone in the hallway, "Where did she go?"
"Your office. Looked upset." Sanchez answers honestly, "She was great in there, Captain. You couldn't see her face from the screens, I know, but she was awesome."
"Thank you, Detective." She nods to him, "I'm going to go to my office. Andy is to be released soon." Sharon offers him a smile, "Thank you for going in there with her."
"I wouldn't have let anyone else." He smiles ever so slightly to her, watching her walk back toward her office. He lifts his mobile phone from his belt hook, touching the face on the screen to dial Eve. He does this sometimes. He needs to hear her voice from time to time.
Jumping ever so slightly as the song plays on her phone, jarring her awake from her nap on the sofa, Eve reaches over, picking up her phone. She brings it to her face after sliding her finger across the screen, "Hello?" She licks her lips, clearing her throat.
"Hey. Were you asleep?" He smiles at the sound of her voice, a voice with the ability to instantly calm him when he needed it to.
"Freya's napping, so...possibly." She smirks, yawning, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just a rough day." He sighs, walking to his desk, "Mac did a great job." Julio sits in his desk chair, reclining back.
Eve raises an eyebrow, "What did Mac do?"
"Captain gave her the opportunity to say a few words to her mother before she's put away." He shrugs, "She was great. We should buy her something nice."
She chuckles softly, the rumbles coming from the back of her throat, "We should?"
"Yeah, do something good for her."
"I was referring to your use of the term 'we', Julio."
"I know, I was ignoring you."
Eve smirks, "It was cute."
"Yeah, whatever." He smirks, "Think you could bring the baby in today?"
"Mom brings Andy home today, doesn't she?"
"She is leaving in a few minutes." Julio nods, "I thought Provenza and Sykes would want the chance to hold her before your mother stole her away. DDA Hobbs is here too and she's been asking me about her."
"Andrea can come over whenever she'd like. She knows that." She answers incredulously, "They are all welcome over whenever they'd like, but yes, I will bring her in. How much longer are you there?"
"All day, as usual."
Eve nods, "I should be there in an hour or so. It was trouble getting myself to look half decent without having to worry about Freya. Plus, she will be hungry when she wakes up. So...I will be there when I get there."
"I will be here." Sanchez smiles as he touches the area of the phone to disconnect the call.