"They want us in on this one?" Flynn yawns, shielding his open mouth with the sleeve of his sports jacket, "I don't understand why."

Provenza shakes his head, sitting in the passenger seat of the car, "Suspicious circumstances, I guess. I'm in the dark just as much as you are."

"Has Raydor been alerted?"

"No, I'd rather not involve her if we don't need to. Learn as much as we can first. Maybe call her in-" He pauses as they park in front of the house where the other squad cars are located, "Is that Rusty Beck?"

Andy quickly gets out of the car, walking over to the boy, "Kid?" He yells to him.

Rusty sits on the stairs of his grandparents' house, knees pulled close, "Lieutenant Flynn..." He glances behind him, tears in his eyes, "Provenza."

"What are you doing here?" Provenza shakes his head, offering a hand to help the boy up though he does so without assistance.

"I live here." The young man answers, his arms awkwardly at his sides.

He watches him, "I'm going to go in, see what's going on. Flynn, stay out here with the kid and wait for the rest of the crew." The shorter man waves his hand before stepping beyond the doorway, seeing the crowd of police officers in the foyer of the home. Provenza flashes a badge, "Lieutenant Provenza, Major Crimes division. What happened here?"

A younger, male officer nods to him, "Looks like a murder suicide. We aren't sure what order, the gun wasn't in either of their hands. Their grandson is outside, stands to inherit the family's entire wealth. He's a suspect."

"It wasn't Rusty. Guarantee it." He sighs, turning around to look at the two people on the floor again. Provenza notices something about the woman, she was still bleeding. He crouches down onto the floor, pressing his fingers against her neck, "We need paramedics and a gurney, this one is alive." He shakes his head, "Didn't any of you check this shit?"

"No, sir. We didn't want to compromise the scene." The same officer looks down at him, an alarmed expression paints his face.

"By checking if they were actually dead?" He shakes his head, "Go get me some goddamn medics in here." He places his fingers on the man's neck, then wrist, checking multiple pulse points. He sighs, "This one is dead." Provenza looks to the woman, "Mrs. Beck, we're going to try everything possible to keep you here." He nods, glancing up when he hears the gurney. He steps back, letting them get to work.

Flynn sits next to the teenager, "Were you hurt too, Rusty?"

Rusty shakes his head, "Is Sharon coming?"

"We want all the facts before we call her. She hasn't been sleeping well since you left. Been really hard on her, but don't tell her I told you that." He sighs, "Did you happen to see anything that happened, Rusty?" Before he can answer, they stand as two gurneys are brought through, "What's going on?"

Provenza walks out when they walk in, "Looks like your grandmother made it, kid."

The young man swallows, "Shit." He shakes his head, "She did it...fuck."

"Hey now, language." Provenza gives him a look.

"Russell, my grandfather, was going to take me to Sharon's and she was behind the car with a gun...She...She shot him. I know she shot him." Rusty shakes his head, "My grandfather told me how messed up she became after she lost a baby and my mother was knocked up with me and..." He shrugs, "Says she was never right since."

"So, you're saying she's mentally unstable." Flynn leaned in a little.

"Yeah. She's...She needs help and stuff because she's going to come after me next. I know it. She has all kinds of guns and stuff."

Andy pats the Rusty on the shoulder, "Don't worry, kid. We're not going to let anything happen to you. How about we get your statement and I'll take you home?"

"Where's that?" Rusty bites his lip.

"Wherever you want it to be."

Provenza motions to the front door, "I'm going to go make sure they don't screw up the crime scene any more than they already have." He waves to Buzz when he gets out of the car to come closer, "Flynn, you take care of the kid. I'll catch a ride with someone else when we're finished." He walks into the house.

Flynn motions to the house, "Let's go and get your things." He walks with the boy back through the walkway, upstairs.

Sharon takes another sip from her large glass of wine, looking at all the clothing sprawled out on her floor. She tilts her head to the side, studying all of her pant suits. "I should donate something." She mumbles to herself. "That's what my father always says. Sharon, if you're going to buy something, you need to get rid of something." She sighs heavily, "And now I'm talking to myself." Sharon takes another sip of her wine before awkwardly rising from the floor, leaning on her bed for support. She groans as she rises, stumbling as she walks. "I should stop." She says softly, pulling the shirt closer around her. Sharon sits on the sofa, quickly passing out. The wine glass slipping from her fingers onto the floor.

Rusty strides off the elevator, excited to be home once again. He uses his key, smiling when he enters. The young man glances around for the woman, noticing most of the lights on. "Sharon?" He calls, dropping his bags in the hallway and shutting off the lights as he passes them. He begins to panic, noticing the two large empty bottles of wine on the kitchen counter. He bites his lip, finally checking the sofa, "Sharon?" He kneels next to her, noticing she's wearing his shirt. Rusty smiles slightly, more worried about her, but touched that she was wearing the shirt. He sighs, having seen passed out before. Rusty picks up the empty glass, setting it on the table.

Sykes sits at Hannah Beck's bedside, reading a novel on her tablet computer. She glances up when she sees the woman begin to stir. She stands, setting the device onto the chair.

Hannah attempts to pick her hand up, noticing she's handcuffed to the bed. She can see someone else in the room with her from the corner of her eye, "Where am I?" The new day's sun's rays burn her eyes.

"Mrs. Beck, you're in the hospital. I'm Detective Amy Sykes, my partner, Julio Sanchez is getting a cup of coffee. Is there something I can get you?" She looks down at the woman.

"Where's my husband? Where's Russ?" She moans when she tries to move again, becoming more and more agitated as the minutes pass.

"Mrs. Beck, how about we wait until my partner gets back..."

"No, now tell me where my husband is."

Amy sighs, "I'm sorry to inform you on this, but your husband is deceased."

"No...Not my Russ. Just get him. I need him." Hannah pleads, heavily medicated, her voice slurs.

"Do you remember anything of what happened tonight?" She bites her lip, noticing the desperation in the woman and just how unsure she actually was. Maybe she was wrong about her.

"I don't remember." She shakes a little, "I just need Russ or what about Rusty? Where's my son?"

"Your grandson is taken care of. He had to be taken to the station to retrieve his statement, then he's going home."

"He's too young to be home alone while I'm here." Hannah looks up at her, "Russ and I were in the kitchen and then...He made me promise we were going to let Rusty stay where it made him happy."

"He's with Captain Raydor right now." Amy tilts her head to the side.

"Good." She whispers, "I really need Russ."

"Mrs. Beck, your husband is dead. Do you understand?"

Sanchez carries in the coffee he said he would get her before looking down to the woman in the bed, "Everything alright in here?"

"Tell this nice young woman that I need my husband." Hannah glances to him.

"Mrs. Beck, your husband was shot, as well as yourself. We are going to need you to tell us whatever you can remember." The man nods to her.

Hannah shakes her head, "I need Russ."

Julio sighs, "Tell us what we need to know and we'll work on it."

"Good...We were...in the kitchen. He wanted to send Rusty to live with the woman...The cop. I didn't want to, but I want him to be happy, so I agreed." She says softly.

"And then what happened, Mrs. Beck?"

"We...I remember a bang and that's all I remember."

"Where did the sound come from?" Sanchez shoots a glance to Sykes.

"I don't remember." Hannah says softly, "I've told you everything I remember."

"I'm going to go call Lieutenant Provenza." Sykes nods, walking past them outside of the room.

Sharon opens her eyes ever so slightly, the sun's rays filtering through the blinds into her bedroom. She moans as they pierce her brain, causing her an excruciating headache. She smells the air, definitely able to smell food cooking. Raydor slowly sits up, looking to the floor, only vaguely able to remember what she did the night before. The clothing completely cleaned from the floor. She rises from the bed and opens her closet, completely organized by size and color.

Rusty hears the woman moving about in her room, he smiles, setting up a tray of Advil, an ice pack, a platter of scrambled egg white and cheese omelet with toast and fruit, as well as a glass of tomato juice. He bites his lip, lifting the heavy tray and carrying it to the bedroom, "Hungry?" He grins.

Sharon turns quickly, bringing her hands up to her mouth, "Rusty?"

"I made you breakfast, I bet you have a hangover so-"

She looks to her bed and down at herself, realizing she's fully clothed with what she was wearing the day before, "What time did you get in?"

"About midnight. You were passed out on the couch. I mean...really passed out. I had to carry you in here." Rusty motions to her bed.

Sharon sighs, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, "I wish you didn't see me like that."

"It's fine. I'm glad my clothes fit you." He motions to his shirt that is still wrapped around her, "I have an extra pair of pants if you need to borrow them too."

She smirks, huffing a laugh before moving to him, she let's him place the tray onto her bed before wrapping her arms around him, "I have missed you so much." Sharon gently kisses his mop top.

"It's been a bad day...night. Whatever, so..." Rusty swallows, holding her in return, "I made you breakfast."

Sharon nods, "It smells amazing." She kisses his temple once more before separating from him, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"Not really, I was at the police station all night filling stuff out, so..." He shrugs.

"Wait a moment. Why were you filling things out?" She tilts her head to the side, listening to him closely, "What happened?"

"Um..." Rusty swallows, "I really kind of don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." Sharon answers him calmly, "Answer me this then, are you okay?"

"I will be." He doesn't look her in the eye.

She nods, "Did they lay a hand on you, Rusty?"

Rusty quickly shakes his head, "Sharon, I really don't want to talk about it."

Sharon puts her hand up in defeat, "Okay. Later possibly?"

"I don't know. It was...Lieutenant Flynn sat with me while I was there. Took me to McDonalds. Even bought me a burger. Can you believe that?"

"Just because he is a vegetarian now, doesn't mean he always has been." She smirks, "In fact, he only converted a few years ago."

"Why do you know that?" Rusty laughs a little.

Sharon shrugs, "I was investigating him while I was a part of FID. He was...cranky, to say the least, because he was transitioning from carnivore to vegetarian. He's gotten a bit more patient, but I'd like to think he would be even calmer if he just had a steak for supper." She smirks, watching the young man study her, "Did you make extra for yourself?"

"The chef never eats." He smiles softly, "Did you eat while I lived there?"

"Lived...as in past tense? Are you returning here?" Her eyes brighten up as she glances to him.

Rusty shrugs, "If you'll have me...if it's okay..."

"Rusty, you know as long as I have a home, you have a home. Your room is still your room. It will always be your room."

He nods, then smirks, "I noticed you didn't even change the sheets or take down the posters."

Sharon puts a bite of food into her mouth to keep from anymore embarrassment.

Flynn picks a hand up, "I can't possibly believe that Morgan had absolutely nothing to do with this. That whole story about finding God, I don't believe that for two seconds."

"There is nothing tying him to the scene." Sykes shakes her head, "The car at the scene, a black 2001 Mitsubishi Gallant, has no connections. We have checked family, friends. We have even checked rental companies."

"Fine, but what if the accomplice put it in their name?"

"We have checked that."

Tao shakes head, finally speaking up, "Maybe we are looking at this the wrong way. We are looking for connections, what if we should be looking for a hire?"

"That he bought with all of that money he makes at Walmart?" Provenza rolls his eyes.

"He may not have paid for it." Buzz speaks up, "Sorry. It's none of my business. Just an idea."

"Ya know, he's right." Flynn motions to the photographs, "We have to ask ourselves, who could have wanted Sharon Beck-Morgan dead?"

"Bruce Morgan would have wanted her dead because he did not father her child." Sykes offers.

"I don't think he knew it wasn't his." Provenza shakes his head, "He seemed excited about the prospect of being a father. If he thought she terminated the pregnancy instead of just receiving free prenatal care, he would have motive."

"What about Hannah Beck?" Sanchez studies the pictures, "In his statement, Rusty said she collects sidearms and rifles. The numbers of the semiautomatic were sanded off."

"The shotgun incident is appearing more and more like an accident." Tao shakes his head, "What reason does she have?"

Flynn glances to the man, "In the statement, before the death of Russell Beck, Mrs. Beck not only held the murder weapon on them in the car, but often ordered Rusty to call her his mother. Sounds as if she's unstable."

"And you've come to that conclusion based on a statement made by Rusty Beck..." Provenza looks to him.

"He doesn't lie about things he doesn't have to. The weapons were found in a locked room in the house." He folds his arms, moving his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, "There was a lot of stuff in there. I wouldn't put it past her. She wanted Rusty all these years. Kill the mother, she can have him. The courts are more likely to go in the favor of the grandparents."

"All of this just sounds like Rusty is angry that he was moved." Sykes sighs.

"I honestly don't give a damn what it sounds like. It's all we got right now. We're going to use it." The shorter man stands, "Alright, Sykes and Sanchez, I want the two of you looking into all of the weapons in this locked room of Mrs. Beck's. Tao, I need you to see if you can get anything from Hannah Beck. I feel like you may be a good fit with her. Keep it calm. More I hear about her, she's crazy as a shit house rat. Flynn, you and I are going to go chat with Morales. Buzz, I want you with Tao, recording everything. Maybe set up some cameras in her room. If she says something that could incriminate her in any way, I want to hear it."

Tao nods, "However, the evidence we recover, if too incriminating, can actually make her case for insanity."

"You know, Rusty really seemed concerned for the woman, so...that may not actually be a bad thing." Flynn sighs, "Excuse me, Lieutenant, I'll be downstairs." He walks toward the elevator.