Kate wanders around the Murder Room, having become accustomed to it like a second home. She crawls up into Louie Provenza's desk chair, spinning from side to side. She pulls out drawer after drawer, looking for something, anything to keep herself occupied. She smirks, seeing the coloring books he usually kept in his desk for her as well as a box of crayons.
"Kate, just because we came in early does not give you the right to disturb Lieutenant Provenza's desk." Sharon shakes her head, sitting in her husband's chair as she reads a file. She does this sometimes, comes in early to start off her day slowly and to catch up on any files or briefings that occur when she leaves for the day.
"He likes when I draw pictures for him. Julio does too. Told me when we all spent the night at Evey's house."
She raises an eyebrow, glancing to the girl, "Julio was there? I thought he and your sister-" She stops herself, "Nevermind."
"Big Freya talks to him. She loves her daddy like I love my daddy." Kate nods, speaking with great conviction.
"I'm sure she does. Your father wanted to come in later. We'll pick him up during lunch...maybe."
"Is he better?"
Sharon nods, "Much better, honey. Why?"
Kate shrugs, "Eve says sometimes Daddy gets sick and has to stay at Uncle Louie's. So I make him cards, but I forget them at Evey's house."
"Well, that's very nice of you, honey." She returns her look to the papers.
Provenza trudges off the elevators, noticing the lights on in the office. He raises an eyebrow, smirking when he sees Kate, "Now, there's someone in my chair. I hope there isn't because I feel a tickle fit coming on, or I might just sit on them." He teases, instantly recognizing the young girl's auburn hair.
Sharon smirks, the repertoire between her husband's best friend had with her daughter always amused her. Somewhat like a grandfather, but more lenient like an uncle. She often wondered if he was remotely so nice to his own children or grandchildren.
Kate giggles, looking up at him, "My books are here."
"Yes, they are your coloring books." Louie smirks, removing his sports coat and placing it on the back of the chair. He had an entire drawer of his desk dedicated to things to keep Kate occupied, as did the girl's mother and father in their own desks, "Let's see." He motions to her current project. When the girl smiles to him, showing off her colored wax covered page, he grins, "That is absolutely beautiful." He nods.
Glancing over to him, the Captain raises an eyebrow, "You're here early, Lieutenant."
"Yeah, I like to get things in order, believe it or not." He nods, "How's Andy?"
She smirks again, "Healing. Currently going stir crazy."
"A week for poisoning? It's been four days, I'm surprised he didn't try to sneak in already." Louie nods.
"We're going to retrieve him after lunch." Sharon sits up, motioning to the two thin folders, "This has been it?"
"Yes. There hasn't been much coming through that we couldn't handle."
"I asked for everything, I mean everything. Next time, please don't just handle things, I want to know about them." She sighs, "Ever since Andy had his incident, you have all been walking on eggshells around me. I don't appreciate it. I am still this division's ranking officer. I am still a part of your team. A few small incidents are not going to ruin me."
Provenza nods, "Understood."
"Good." Sharon adjusts her posture in the chair, "He complains about his back all the time and this is probably one of the most uncomfortable desk chairs I've ever rested in."
"He didn't want to upgrade when they were remodeling."
She sighs, "I'll buy him a new chair."
Provenza watches her, "Are you sure you're alright?" He smiles to Kate when she offers him a picture, focusing on his boss.
Sharon swallows, nodding to him, when the door opens and the other detectives file in one after another.
"Mom?" Eve calls out, letting herself into the Flynn residence, carrying her daughter on her hip, "Mom, are you here?"
"Your mother is at work." Andy reads the newspaper in the kitchen at the breakfast bar, "Something I could possibly help you with?"
She walks into the house more, finding the man. She knows he hasn't been able to look at her daughter more or less hold her since the day of her birth coincided with the day of his son's death. "Uh...no, it's okay. I'll just take her."
"Eve, what's going on?" He lifts his head, his glasses on the end of his nose.
Eve sighs softly, "Work just called me and there's a client that has asked for me specifically...they want to meet me or something. A donor who has the means and the will to give a lot of money to the school which would allow us to buy new laptops and learning tools" She swallows, "But it's okay, I'll take her with me."
"No, you go. I can watch her." Andy outstretches his arms.
She raises an eyebrow, surprised that he's even offering, "Aren't you still sick?"
"I'm fine. I was going to go into work later, but I'd rather spend some one on one time with my favorite granddaughter." He smirks slightly.
"You've...Are you sure about this, Andy?"
"Of course." He takes the chubby infant into his arms, instantly feeling the emotions rise within him, "Yeah, we'll be just fine. You go ahead."
Eve bites her lip, leaning down to kiss her daughter on the head, "Call me if-"
"Eve, I've got this." Andy takes a sip of his decaffeinated coffee, looking down to the girl as he hears the front door close behind his step-daughter. "Well, it's just the two of us." He lifts her onto the countertop, moving his cup of hot liquid away from her reach, "Didn't think Sanchez could create anything half decent looking." He smirked, "Your mother's genes took care of that." When the baby smiles to him, he nods, "Sorry it took me so long, but I'm here now."
Sharon glances over to her toddler daughter while speaking on the phone, "Thank you, Andrea. You'll be in later?" She nods, "Speak to you then." She touches the screen of her phone before leaning down to the girl, "What are you up to?"
"Smelling books." Kate grins broadly, picking the store catalogue up to her face again.
"I can see that, why are you smelling the book?"
"They're smelly." She answers simply. Picking up the catalogue, the girl offers it to her mother, "This one smells like you."
Sharon smells the page and smiles to her. Looking through the lower portion of her glasses, she reads the brand, "Yes, that's the perfume I use. Good job. Where did you get this catalogue though?"
Kate points toward a desk, "Miss Amy is getting married soon so she has lots. I can show you another." She stands, pulling at her mother's slender hand.
Lifting the book from the floor where her daughter was sitting, she follows the girl, "Did you ask to borrow it?"
"Didn't know I have to." She shrugs, "Don't have to with Uncle Louie."
"That's different. You have permission from him." Sharon sighs, "Even then, you should still ask. You don't own the building, Kate." She picks her head up when they reach the desk, "Amy, are you busy?"
Sykes picks her head up and offers a smile, "No, Captain. What's up?"
"I just wanted to return this," She places the heavy book on the young woman's desk.
"Oh..Um...Did I leave it somewhere?"
Kate bites the corner of her mouth, glancing up toward her mother, the three-year-old pouts, "I borrowed it."
Amy grins, "Oh, it's okay. Do you like looking at the pictures too?"
She nods, "I like the smelly things."
"Me too." She looks down to the girl, "You can keep it if you'd like."
"Do you have other ones?"
Sharon sighs, shaking her head with a smile to the girl, "Is she okay with you, Amy?"
"Of course, Captain." Sykes grins to her boss.
"Also, at some point today, I'd like to speak with you in my office. Nothing serious."
"Sure."
Kate taps the younger woman on the knee, "Are you mad at me?"
"Of course not." Amy grins, watching as her boss walks away.
"Sure?"
"Positive." She reaches into her desk drawer, giving her another book, "This one is newer. There are more perfume samples inside. You can have it."
Kate grins, pumping her hand into the air, then down to her side. "Thank you. You're pretty."
Amy blushes softly, "Thanks, Katie."
"Can I play with your hair sometime?"
"Why would you want to do that?"
Provenza hears her, smirking, "Don't do it, Amy. She cut Liz's hair. Bald patch right in the back."
"Did not, Uncle Louie." Kate gives him a look, shaking her head to Amy.
"Then who did?" He raises an eyebrow to her.
"Frank."
"You lie about as well as your father." Provenza rolls his eyes.
Kate growls slightly toward him, "I am very mad at you." She turns from him, stomping to her mother's office.
Amy leans toward the man, "Is Frank an actual person?"
"Frank is Liz's dog." Provenza shakes his head, returning to the crossword puzzle in front of him.
Sharon paces a little in her office, waiting for her husband to pick up his mobile phone. She bites her lip when it goes to voicemail. A thousand scenarios run through her head, all of which contain something terrible happening to her husband. Maybe he shouldn't be left alone just yet. Sure, it was only food poisoning, but many things could happen. She steps out from her office, "Lieutenant Provenza, could you do me a favor and try to ring up Lieutenant Flynn, please?"
He raises an eyebrow, "Everything alright?"
"I'm not sure yet." She places her hands on her hips, "Kate, your crayons are in my bag."
After a few minutes, Provenza shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Captain, but he isn't answering me either. Want me to keep an eye on the kid while you head over?" He watches as his Captain licks her lips, unsure. "You aren't going to be satisfied unless you head over yourself. You know that."
Sharon smirks slightly, he had grown to know her well. "Thank you, Lieutenant. She seems to be in a bit of a mood. Lunch in twenty minutes, if I'm not back. Nap after."
"I'm not taking a nap." Kate calls out, having been listening in while sitting on the floor of her mother's office.
Provenza smirks, "I've got it covered, Captain."
"Thank you." Sharon gently touches his arm, retaining her purse before jogging toward the elevators.