Raydor and Tao.

Sharon let both herself and her lieutenant in to her apartment, setting her keys down on the kitchen table as she made her way to the living room. "Well hello you lazy bones," Sharon chirped at her children, looking back to make sure Tao had followed her in and locked the door.

"Hey Mom," they muttered in unison, both sets of eyes glued to a horror flick on the television screen in front of them, a bowl of pop corn sitting in the middle of the couch.

Sharon smiled back at Michael, herself taken off guard by the 'Mom' comment coming from both Rusty and Christine. She recovered quickly and made her way around the couch, grabbing the remote off the table. She clicked the television off, met with a round of loud sighs, and glared at both her kids. "Sorry, here on official business," she sighed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Both Rusty and Christine straightened up on the couch. "Oh, sorry," Rusty was the first to apologize, rising to his feet. "Can I make coffee for everyone? Hey, lieutenant Tao."

Sharon smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Sometimes he was just so loveable she couldn't help herself. "That would be wonderful Rusty, thanks."

Michael followed Sharon around in to the living room and took a seat in one of the armchairs, fiddling with the paperwork in his hands. "You must be Christine Raydor?" he asked, trying to ensure Sharon had to do as little police work with her own daughter as possible.

"Yes, I am." Christine smiled back, offering her hand for him to shake. "I take it you're here about the phone and James?"

Lieutenant Tao nodded his head and sat the paperwork down on the table, then pulled a small microchip out of his pocket. "I'm assuming your Mom has briefed you on the information we need to store as evidence, yes?"

Christine looked up at her Mom and sighed. "Hey, Mom? Why don't you go help Rusty with the coffee? Lieutenant Tao and I have got this covered." Sharon met her eyes and nodded, the concern apparent in her own. Christine turned back to Michael, "Sorry about that. I'd just prefer put as little strain on her as possible. She and Andy have been at this since two o'clock this morning and I know she's upset that I'm involved."

Michael hummed to himself, registering that Christine was comfortable enough to call Lieutenant Flynn 'Andy'. He was also impressed that his boss had obviously drug herself out of bed to handle this herself instead of calling her subordinates in. "That's not a problem. I think we would all prefer to put as little strain as possible on Captain Raydor given the personal nature of this case. Ok-basically what I can do for you to ensure you keep your phone is bug it with this microchip. It will record all of your data-incoming and outgoing. I will get it in a live feed to my computer. I understand that this must be sort of…exposing for you."

Christine crossed her arms as she contemplated her choice. "My only concern is for my clients. I am a lawyer so I would need a confidentiality agreement from you for each of my active clients to ensure that their information is protected should they text message, call, or email me. If we have that in place then I am fine sharing everything openly with you, and you alone. Anything that you can conclude is evidence I understand you are of course under obligation to share with the rest of the squad… but because of the sensitive nature of some of my client's cases, and my mother's personal involvement with the firm I work with, I cannot have her seeing any, and I mean ANY, of my client information."

Michael nodded in understanding. Seeing Captain Raydor's family brought a whole new level of respect for his boss. She'd obviously raised a brilliant young woman. "I can arrange for that. How about you get those agreements ready and we can hang around here until you've got them? I know your Mom is a little freaked about you leaving without her."

A smile crept across Christine's face as she shook her head. "Yes… she's a little over protective at times," she laughed, "How about this. I've already gotten a call from Andy and he needs to speak with me some time today, so why don't I keep my Mom here with me, and you can go back to the station? I'll prepare the agreements and have Mom bring Rusty and me both down to the station in a while. I know you all need her out of your hair down there right now anyway, and she could use a nap."

"Sounds good to me. She looked beat this morning. I'm going to head out, then, and I'll see you back at the station say… 2:00? I can tell lieutenant Flynn you'll be in around then too if you'd like."

Christine nodded and rose to show him to the door. "That sounds great, lieutenant Tao. Thanks so much for making this process so simple. I'll see you in a couple of hours." She walked him through the dining room and showed him out, then relocked it. Sharon's ears perked as she heard the door and she walked through to the dining room, hands on her hips.

"Where did you send lieutenant Tao, Christine?"

"Back to the station, Sharon." She challenged her mother, adopting the same pose. "You need a nap, I need to prepare some paperwork before he can bug my phone. I wasn't about to give you the opportunity to argue. Sorry, Mom."

Sharon rolled her eyes. Sometimes her daughter could be incorrigible. Still, she appreciated the gesture. A nap did sound enticing. Christine continued to stare her down, the glint of a smile playing on her lips.

Sharon finally caved, grinning at her daughter. "Fine, fine. If that's the case, I'm going to go lay down for a little while."

Christine and Rusty.

Christine nodded at her mom and watched her as she sauntered off to the bedroom, then she headed to the kitchen herself. "You actually make coffee, kid?" She asked Rusty, mussing the back of his head with her knuckles.

"Yes, I did. Not like anybody wanted any, actually…" he muttered, pouring himself a cup. He had been nervous since he called Sharon Mom. Maybe nobody noticed, he hoped.

Christine grinned and grabbed a mug for herself. "Sorry about that, I just figured it was best if we got Tao out of here so Mom could sleep for a little while. She looks like hell." Christine poured herself a cup of coffee and added her customary creamer and sugar.

"Yea, yea she does look tired. I'm glad she is getting some sleep…" Rusty muttered, staring off in to space.

Christine watched him for a moment as he shuffled awkwardly, staring down at the counter. She contemplated whether she should bring it up-but keeping quiet was never Christine's strong point. "Rusty, she loved it. She was never going to say anything in front of Tao…" she said quietly, hoping her words would comfort him, not upset him.

Rusty looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "You think so? I hope I didn't go too far… I just… I don't know how else to show her how thankful I am."

"Well," Christine sighed, sipping her coffee, "that's just the thing, Rusty. She will never, ever expect you to show her how thankful you are. Being a Mom just comes naturally to her. Being your Mom comes as naturally to her as being my mom does. She loves you and I'm positive she was over the moon when she heard those words come out of your mouth. If you're comfortable, you should just keep calling her Mom."

Rusty watched her as she took another sip of her coffee. Christine had quickly grown in to the role of not only a sister of sorts, but also his best friend. He wasn't sure what he would do without her at this point. "You think so? I have to admit… it kinda felt good to call someone mom again."

"Good. I'm glad." She grinned, rubbing his arm, "She is your Mom, Rusty. Nobody ever expects you to forget your biological mom-but its okay to have more than one. We might have missed a good few years with you, but you're stuck with us, dude. And if and when your biological Mom comes around, she's probably stuck with us, too."

Rusty laughed and punched her playfully, then shook his head. "Alright, lets get back to the movie. I want to see who dies next."

Provenza and Flynn.

Flynn rubbed his eyes and rested his head on his desk. He was beyond exhausted and the day was nowhere near over for anyone. It was hard to believe it was only eight short hours ago that he'd had Sharon on her desk with her top off. The whole incident seemed a million light years away.

"What's eating you?" Louis muttered as he continued his search on his computer.

"Nothing, just exhausted. Been here since two this morning." Andy groaned, not bothering to lift his head off his desk. "You finding anything interesting?"

Provenza shook his head. So far he'd had no luck tying Amelia to the Reynolds, but it was still early and he was only about one fifth of the way in to their records. "Why did Raydor call you and only you this morning, huh?" he prodded, trying to push Andy's buttons.

"Its obvious, she's got a big fat crush on me." Andy replied, completely deadpan, as he looked up at Provenza. The two men met each other's eyes and Louis let out a laugh.

"Yea, right, and I'm Santa Claus." Louis grinned, shaking his head. "I guess better you than me."

"Wish it was you instead'a me right now." Andy muttered, resting his head back down on his hands. Pretending not to like Sharon wasn't so hard. At the end of the day they were both adults with a job to do. If it stayed like this he wouldn't have a hard time keeping up appearances in the office-nobody else needed to know their business, at least not now anyway.

"Oh, hey-hey!" Provenza called out, motioning to Andy with his hand, "Amelia Renee Michaels. She's been seen at the Reynold's clinic...three times in the last six months. Bingo." Provenza grinned, pointing at his computer screen.

Andy raised his head triumphantly, smiling at Provenza. "Excellent. Print that off, lets add it to the pile for Raydor. Christine Raydor is coming in at 2:00…at this point we'll be able to make an arrest tonight. There any indication on there of which doctor she saw each time she was there?"

Provenza gazed at his computer screen, squinting to see properly, "Uh… yes. She saw a Christopher Reynolds twice and a James Reynolds once. There we go. Directly linked to James. Done."

Andy shook his head, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "This murder couldn't solve itself any quicker if James walked in here and admitted it right now. This guy… dumbest criminal I've ever seen."

Provenza and Flynn couldn't help but laugh. Both men felt confident this case could be a wrap in a matter of hours.