"Sharon, are you okay?"

Quickly rubbing the tears from her eyes, Sharon turned to Andrea and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine."

"But those were tears you just wiped away."

Sharon started to giggle, "Oh my god," she said, holding up a small DVD player that has been resting on the bathroom countertop, and tapping the repeat button.

I had the time of my life, and I never felt this way before...

Andrea rolled her eyes, "You can't be serious..."

Bending over in two, Sharon's entire body shook as the laugher consumed her. "Watch it," she squawked.

I've been waiting for so long, now I've finally found someone to stand by me...

Snickering, Andrea put her hand over her mouth and watched, as Sharon continued to giggle. "It's like watching a train wreck," Sharon gasped, standing upright again.

Together they watched, tears of mirth streaming down Sharon's face, while Andrea was bother entertained and horrified.

... and I owe it all to you...

"You're kidding me..." Andrea said, as they finished watching Scarface lift his karaoke partner in the air. "I think I'm scared for life." She couldn't slap the top of the player down fast enough. "How many times did you watch that?"

"Three..." Sharon dissolved into a fit of laughter again.

She'd never see the Captain like this, and Andrea was amused. Laughter wasn't new in Sharon, nor was it strange that she took evidence to analyze it further. But this was different. Looking around the small private bathroom that was for the squad's use, Andrea waited for Sharon to compose herself.

Slowly Sharon regained her breath, with just the occasional chuckle.

"What possessed you to watch that in full? We already knew the witnesses were lying." Andrea tried not to chastise.

"This case..." Sharon snickered again, "... those people are the strangest group of individuals I've ever met, and in this line of work..."

"Agreed."

"I should have known they were lying when that Harv Grey started flirting with me during his interview."

Now it was Andrea's turn to chuckle, "Your perfume! I don't know how you kept a straight face."

Andrea's laughter only spurred Sharon on again, and the two of them had to compose themselves.

"Ah... my..." Sharon said, rubbing the tears from her face again. "I need to fix my make-up, don't I."

"You're fine. Mine is starting to run, though."

Giggling a few more times, Sharon reached over to the cabinet beside the counter and pulled out her make-up bag.

"No wonder you always look like you just put yourself together," Andrea commented, seeing the expanse of Sharon's tools.

"I learned a long time ago to have one of everything here at the office, just in case," Sharon replied, pulling a make-up removing cloth from it's sachet, and dabbing under her eyes.

"So tell me, why are you in here watching that DVD?"

"I couldn't get it out of my mind. Besides, everyone else is at the apartment complex getting our witnesses to walk through the scene."

"Mmm, witnesses or suspects?" Andrea asked, having pulled her own small make-up bag from her briefcase to fix her eye-liner.

"Both, I think. They are all characters, regardless."

"Yes. I'm having a hard time believing those five people were behind the cameras. That story they told about Scarface and our victim was seamless. They obviously spent a lot of time practicing. I watched every interview and I couldn't see anyone drop their part. Although now that I think about it, Pauline Allen was a little too dramatic in her recounting."

"Wasn't she the one who actually did act on camera?" Sharon asked, adding the final touches to the corner of her eye.

"M'yes. She's definitely the frustrated actor type."

Putting everything away, Sharon turned and crossed her arms as she rested on the counter, "You know, I've been thinking... those five people are all responsible somehow..."

"Agreed..."

"... But I don't think any of them are actually murders."

"A man is dead, and they are covering it up."

"Yes... they are covering up something, but we don't have a cause of death at the moment, so we can't even ask the right questions."

"And, you're thinking we don't have enough to push for murder one, or to make a deal?"

"I think they'd all drop dead from heart attacks if we charged them with First Degree Murder."

"Okay, so what conclusions are you drawing?"

"Hand it all over to the FBI. The bags..."

"Those bags," Andrea sighed.

Now it was Sharon's turn to laugh at Andrea. "They really got to you, didn't they."

"They are gorgeous. Don't they just say 'take me home and love me'?"

Sharon grinned, "They are nice, I'll admit."

"How can we keep one," Andrea continued waxing, "I'm sure something will come to me."

"They're evidence," Sharon said, cutting through Andrea's musing.

"Fine, ruin my fun. Couldn't you pull some strings? You must have dirt on everyone involved. It's for the greater good. One bag more or less won't really matter to their case."

Sharon grinned. "I'll see what I can do."

Both women sighed in thought, but were interrupted by Sharon's phone buzzing on the counter.

"Anything significant?" Andrea asked.

"It's from Andy. They've just arrested the lot of them, and he sent me this picture."

Sharon handed her phone to Andrea so she could see the Hawaiian themed backdrop compete with drinks on the patio table and Chinese lanterns hanging around the pool.

"You know..." Andrea started, "I think the only person that doesn't seem to matter in anything we've seen today, is the victim."