AN: I had to smile guest reviewer who believes I am good but also mean for making you wait so long. You are all lucky the alarm clock system seems to be working. In the past it could have maybe been months until I would update again. So then the wait is not that long ;) Either way your review put a smile on my face.

Also maybe I should have mentioned this before; I know nothing about the law, about police work, none of it. Neither am I a doctor. Or specialized in whatever occurs in SI. The only subject I do know something about is child development psychology and pedagogics, as that is what I have a bachelor degree in. So whatever you read here, might not even be possible. I know that during bail hearings the cops are not called on the stand. I have no idea whether I even thought about that, while writing the last chapter, though. It has been quite a while and mostly I don't even care while writing. I just write what I believe is fun and do not bother with whether it is remotely possible. I thought what would tick off Sharon more than being questioned by Jack and for him to make it personal? For that Sharon would have to end up on the stand.

Happy you didn't care either guest reviewer, as you liked the scene anyway, but you are right that is not the way bail hearings work and maybe I should have put up a disclaimer sooner that I don't know a thing.

Like they of course will end up at the hospital at some point, I have no idea how things work in hospitals. I have no idea what a recovery time from certain injuries is. I don't know a thing about bloodtests and ultrasounds and whatever. So please keep that in mind while reading.

Sometimes I do research, but mostly I don't put the energy in that. I did while writing part 2 and Sharon ended up in the trunk and drank her own urine. I wanted to know if that was even possible and it was. I only checked that, because I even believed that was a bit extreme what popped in my mind there. I guess that was the only time I did.

Real writers do research, maybe other fan fiction writers do as well, probably. I don't, mostly, I am just having a bit of fun, mainly for myself. I don't read my fics thinking is this possible? I read my fics relishing the turmoil I put my characters through. So that also means Sharon goes through soooo much. How unlucky can you get as a police officer, stabbed, shot, kidnapped nearly dying in a trunk, being shot at again, now targetted by some nutter who is shooting cops? And a lot more bad things are in store for Sharon. What are the odds right? It is totally unrealistic. It might be more balanced if the stuff would happen to others as well, but that is not the way I write. So if you don't mind all that, keep reading :)

I hope some will have fun reading this next chapter and thank you for taking the time to review!

Disclaimer, these are not my characters, just playing with them a bit. Rated M for violence.

Chapter eleven

Another round of fire echoed in her ears. This man became more bold with each shooting. There were civilians around. She wasn't able to tell if anyone of those were hit.

"Elliot?!"

"Flynn?!"

Sharon heard both Cohen and Zygerski. She was supposed to respond, but she couldn't form the words. All her mind could think about, was the fact that Andy wasn't responding. He wasn't responding, because of that crimson red that stained his chest. No matter what you were trained for, Sharon panicked. Her breathing elevating. Andy. Andy, his name sounded in her mind over the drum of her heart. She could feel it clench with fear in her chest. She could not lose him. That thought was the only thing she could think about. Her training disappeared, her usually calm nature. There was no time to compartmentalize her emotions as they raged like wild in her mind. Short circuiting her brain.

For just a moment she closed her eyes, trying to pull herself together. Silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Andy . She needed him. At that moment she suddenly realized how much she needed him. No, no, he needed her. He needed help. Andy needed help. Repeating that in her mind, she tried to keep her thoughts in order. Reclaim control of her body and mind.

Through her tears, she tried to focus at her surroundings. Andy wasn't far away from her, he had been right beside her. There was no gunfire, at least not at the moment, but who knew for how long? It didn't matter, Andy needed help.

Sharon couldn't think straight, as she saw Andy's lifeless body. Every color drained from his face. His eyes closed, his lips grey, slightly askew. Like the moment his last breathe escaped his lungs, was frozen in time. Her eyes drawn to the crimson red, the stale odor of the blood invading her nostrils, until she tasted a coppery taste in her mouth. It made her feel sick. Like so many times lately. This was different though, the dread filling her stomach, caused it to turn and turn, until she felt the bile rise in the back of her throat. This wasn't the moment to threw up though.

'Grab yourself together, Sharon'

Andy needed her to be strong. She could do that, she could be strong. For Andy. It was like a switch pulled inside of her brain. Instinct taking over, making her act. Sharon knelt down beside him. Shutting out her emotions, while accessing the body. The blood gushed out of him. That was all her mind registered. Was he alive? Was he breathing? She held her hair back, as she angled her ear towards his face. Her eyes lingering over his chest, while her ear tried to pick up the sound of his breathing. Her skin waiting to feel that gush of breath. His chest wasn't moving. Her eyes watered up, misting over, while she counted the seconds in her mind. How many seconds? Her father taught her, already at an early age, but her brain still could not function properly. Her eyes fixated on the blood, which was leaving his body in a rapid pace.

Stop the bleeding. No. No, that wasn't what was most important. Shaking her head she tried to clear up her fogged over brain. Oxygen was, a pumping heart. Andy had neither.

Sharon fell back on instinct. Her right hand covered his nose, opening his mouth, while her left guided his head backwards, clearing his airway. Sharon breathed into him. . .once, her eyes on his chest, it moved up as his lungs expanded, because of the air she breathed into him... a second time. Then chest compressions. Thirty times, just like her father once told her to do. He told her she would remember, even at a time like this. He was right. Like a machine, she continued the CPR.

Cohen and Zygerski rose, slightly disorientated, because of the chaos surrounding them. Their eyes searched for Flynn and Elliot. Neither had responded. They found her crouched beside his body, doing CPR.

"Dammit Flynn was hit."

Cohen's eyes wandered off as he saw a car approach. The shooter. Cohen looked over at Sharon, she was exposed and seemingly unaware of anything that was going on around her, her only focus on Flynn. "Elliot get down! He's back! Elliot!"

Sharon heard Cohen screaming at her in the distance. Her mind registering the meaning of his words. She couldn't stop though. Right now she was the only reason why Andy's heart was pumping, why oxygen went to his brain. Sharon counted in her mind, while she heard Cohen's voice in the background, soon followed by another round of gunfire.

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Jack smiled at Daniel. "SO, the DA office…"

"That was low, Jack. if you want Sharon back, this isn't the way."

"Are you seriously giving me advice on how to deal with Sharon? You must have been real disappointed she did not come running to you."

Daniel shook his head.

Jack raised his eyebrow. "Come on Daniel, I know you have an eye on her."

"Sharon seems very happy to me."

Jack's eyebrows crunched together in a frown. "Because of that Flynn you mean? That is not going to last."

Now it was Daniel's turn to raise his eyebrow in surprise. "And you believe she'll come running back to you? Wake up, Jack. You've had your chance. There wasn't a man, who didn't instantly fall in love with her, her eyes , her smile, her heart. You were the lucky one and you screwed it up."

"We'll see…" Jack turned his head in surprise, when they heard the gunshots followed by the screaming. Peope in panic running into the building.

"What….?" Daniel looked as confused as everyone around them.

"Sharon." Jack didn't think twice, as he began running towards the exit. She must have been outside too. Only having walked away a couple of minutes ago. His heart drummed in his chest moving his way through the panicked people who tried to seek cover inside. Jack was going the opposite way. He saw Sharon kneeled over a body, doing CPR. She wasn't hurt, she was fine, that was all that mattered. His heart rate calming, until Jack saw the car approach. Heard someone scream her name. The gun held out of the window, while several rounds of fire were shot. Why wasn't she going down, seek shelter form the bullets, risking her life?

"Sharon!" Jack ran towards her, praying the car wouldn't return. Hoping she was alright. Counting the steps in his mind, while he crossed the distance between them. "Sharon!" All the while he kept yelling her name. Even when he was in touching distance of her.

"Sharon!" Jack's voice having a stern and harsh wasn't she even acknowledging him? His hand touched her arm, grabbing it, when she wouldn't turn around. "Sharon are you insane?! You should be down, we should get inside."

For a moment she looked up at him. He had never seen Sharon like this. Her eyes so vulnerable. Tears showing her despair and fear. Jack more shocked by the empty look he saw in her eyes, than by the gunfire that just sounded.

His voice gentler. "Come on, he might return." His hand nudged her arm, to get her to move, to get through to her at all.

"Andy needs help." Sharon's voice was so soft, not much more than a whisper. Jack heard her choke up, his eyes travelling towards the body next to her. His stomach making a double turn, seeing the blood. Flynn's ash grey face, the only time his chest moving, when Sharon's hands pushed it down. He would have to get her away from him, Flynn seemed too far gone already.

"We need to get inside. I'm sure an ambulance is already on the way."

Sharon wouldn't move, instead she continued doing CPR. Jack felt frustrated, putting his hands on both of her upper arms now, trying to pull her away.

"Jack don't." Sharon tried to shake off his hold.

"I won't let you risk your life." A building frustration seeped into his voice.

"Jack, I mean it, let go of me!"

The vulnerability disappeared from her eyes, replaced by a rage, as she pulled herself from his hold and gives him a shove, making him lose his balance. Jack surprised by her strength.

Cohen crawled towards Sharon and Andy, having seen Sharon pushing Raydor out of the way.

"Elliot?"

"Andy needs help." Her voice was filled with panic. Cohen had never seen her like this before.

"Ambulances are surely already on the way." Cohen looked around. "We need to find shelter, that guy keeps coming back. We're like sitting ducks, out in the open here."

"Andy can't be moved." The words rushed from her mouth, trying to keep the fear from taking over again.

Cohen looked at him, while Sharon breathed the air in his lungs. That chest wound looked bad. Blood was still seeping out.

"She's not up to reason. I won't let her risk her life. Can't you order her or something?" Jack could not believe that they were all just standing around like that.

Cohen couldn't believe the guy, his face distorting with disgust. "No I can't. I don't outrank her and even if I did, I doubt she would listen to me." Did that guy not notice that? There was no way Sharon was going to go anywhere without Flynn. Without there being paramedics who could take care of him. Cohen couldn't blame her. Flynn was much more than a partner to her. They were in love and from what he had seen, that love went very deep. She'd rather die here with him, than give up.

"Sharon…" Jack tried again as he could tell the others weren't going to do a thing.

"Leave her alone!" Cohen couldn't do much to protect her, but he could keep Raydor of her back.

They heard the sirens approach. Sirens of police cars. Finally back up, they could put up a road block or something. Soon aid fanned out.

Sharon heard the wailing sirens of the ambulances. Their sound differed from the police cars. Help was near. She whispered to Andy during chest compressions. "Just hang in there. Only a little bit longer, okay? I need you, Andy, I need you to hang on. I can't lose you. Please…"

She didn't allow herself to feel tired. To think about her own safety. As long as his heart pumped, oxygen still went to his brain. She'd continue for as long as he needed her.

Cohen watched the paramedics approach. "Sharon, they're here, you need to step back, so they're able to take over. "

Sharon looked up, while she continued the chest compressions, staring into the faces of two paramedics.

"You did fine, ma'am, we'll take over now."

Her heart still beat in her throat. It took a moment for her brain to register their words. To comply. She retreated her hands, they trembled, covered by Andy's blood. She hadn't even noticed it before. Sharon stared at the crimson red, there was so much of it. It was everywhere. Her hands, his chest, the ground. All she could see was red.

By the way Sharon stared and just stood there, Cohen could tell she was going into shock. She did not need to be interrogated by Internal Affairs. Definitely not in this state of mind. Cohen touched her upper arms, trying to get her attention. "You go with him, Elliot. Go on."

Her eyes stared blank at him, so he increased his hold on her. Practically pushing her towards the ambulance, the paramedics were heading towards. Cohen addressed them. "She's going with you. She's his partner."

Sharon's eyes a mixture of shock and panic, while Cohen pushed her in. Still partially unaware of what was happening. "We'll deal with IA." Cohen nodded at her, hoping she heard him.

Only then Sharon realized Cohen's urgency. Her eyes blinked. If IA arrived they would keep her there for questioning, for God knows how long. Andy still needed her and she needed to be with him.

"Okay?" Cohen looked at her trying to determine whether she understood his urgency.

Sharon nodded, stepping into the ambulance, immediately focused on the paramedics helping Andy. The oxygen mask was over his face. They ripped open his blouse, his tie already discarded. Her stomach turned, as she saw the blood pulsing from the entry wound. Like blobs. How much more blood could he lose? Her eyes unable to leave the sight of his chest, no matter how badly she wanted to.

One of the paramedics covered it with a large white bandage, applying pressure to the wound. The other made preparations to shock Andy's heart. Two large patches placed on his chest. She watched him move the peddles in circular motions against each other. It all happened so fast. Tears slowly rolling down her cheeks as she heard him say 'clear'. His body moved up from the stretcher, but the sound of the monitor didn't change. The peddles were charged and while she heard the second 'clear', Sharon closed her eyes. Her mind trying to shut out the noise, focusing on a silent prayer. At this moment she could only seek refuge in her faith in God. She needed Andy so much, Sharon had never loved anyone the way she loved him.

"Clear."

Again silence, but then her heart jumped, as she suddenly heard the beep she'd been praying for so much.

'Thank God'.

"He's back, ma'am. You did a very good job." The paramedic tried to look as reassuring as he could. His hands still working, as they put in an IV.

Her lips moved telling the man Andy's blood type, but she only seemed to hear her own voice and that of the paramedics in the distance. Her mind completely focussed on the beeps that indicated Andy's heartbeat. They were giving him blood, while blood still seeped through the patch of white material that now covered his chest. The paramedics seemed less rushed though. So was that a good thing?

"You kept him alive, ma'am."

A faint smile covered her face. "Can I?..." She wanted to touch him, feel him. Other than how her hands had touched him the last... what had it been? It felt like only minutes, but she knew it must have taken longer. It didn't matter anymore. All she could think about was holding him now. Making sure he felt her beside him, so he would hold on with everything he had in him.

"Sure." Again the paramedic smiled, but she wasn't sure whether he smiled, because it was really okay, because Andy was doing better, or because he granted her this small moment as Andy was on the verge of death.

It didn't really matter. The need to touch him too big. Sharon moved closer, so she could take his hand in hers. Slowly rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb.

"I need you Andy Flynn… Please… I love you…"

Her breath hitched, a lump forming in her throat, preventing her from speaking further. There was so much she wanted to tell him. Had to tell him, but the words wouldn't leave her mouth. Instead she moved his hand to her lips, kissing it, in between murmuring 'I love you's'. Tasting the salt of her own tears, that fell through her lashes. Sharon just wanted to hug him. Burry her face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around her. She needed him, his comfort, so much. The thought that she would never feel the steady drum of his heartbeat beneath her, calming her, she couldn't bare thinking of.

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All that Sharon could do was stare at the doors, Andy had disappeared behind. In her mind it seemed like a movie was playing on repeat. Everything that had happened in front of the courthouse. The ride over. It all happened so fast, that it seemed like her mind could not keep up with it. Then the moment they had arrived at the hospital, so much happened. Doctors yelled at nurses, at each other. With every word spoken, a shiver went down her spine. The words they said hardly registered her mind, but by the way they yelled she understood the urgency.

Andy's heart still beating, but that didn't give them a lot of reassurance as it seemed. Her own heart jumping over, as they'd began to run. Her legs moving by itself, not knowing where they were heading. Just mindlessly following Andy's gurney, until they had disappeared, behind these grey doors, she still stood in front. Frozen into place and time. Sharon wasn't aware of how much time had passed. She could only stare, feeling a weight pressing on her chest, while her heart clenched. Fear settling in the pit of her stomach. Unable to move. Two firm hands had held her upperarms, keeping her outside those grey doors. Lips moving, but not sure what they told her. She only knew that Andy was somewhere behind those doors and that he was fighting for his life.

Another police officer involved shooting. That news travelled the hallways fast. The hours Mark spend at the hospital these days, were marked by fear. An overall tension filling his body. At home he saw the effect it had on Diane. The strain the events put on his wife was etched on her face. These days the paper laid unopened on the small cabinet in the hallway. Neither of them read it , as they didn't need to be reminded of the danger their daughter was subjected to. The tv no longer turned on as the news bulletins there were something to be avoided as well. The media had jumped on top of these killings, every detail on display, every single minute of the day. L.A. was in its grip. For them it had a whole different meaning. It was their daughter out there who could be the next target.

Diane wouldn't go out to dinner anymore. In fear of not being home, when.. It was no longer an 'íf', but a when. By now he seriously contemplated sleeping at the hospital, as Diane was haunted by nightmares. It made him feel awful. Wanting to be there for his wife, but if he would have to go out in surgery the next day, he would have to be on top of his game.

This had to end. Mark wasn't sure how much longer he could take it, to walk around these corridors, searching for news, after having heard about another police officer involved shooting. Trying to catch the officers name, who else had been involved. Trying to find his daughter somewhere in the crowd, so he knew she was safe. The relief of hearing yet another officers name, making him feel ashamed.

His heart beat loud in his chest, while he walked through the corridors, trying to find that relief. As he rounded the corner, his heart made a small jump. There she was, at the end of the corridor. She was standing with her back towards him, but he recognized her by her hair. He only knew one woman, with that particular shade of auburn. Even under this lighting it looked alive and on fire.

" Sharon?" Mark , looking around him. She was the only one standing there. He was used to large groups of police officers by now. "Sharon?"

She just stood there, frozen, Mark quickened his pace to cross the distance, as he was sure it was her. Touching her shoulder. "Sharon,darling?"

No movement. So Mark walked around her, taken aback, as he saw the dull look in her eyes. Eyes travelling down to her dress. The once white dress, now stained with blood that had dried. Quick he scanned her body. Although the still rational part of his brain told him it wasn't her blood. It couldn't be, or she would not be standing there. Mark allowed his gaze to travel towards her hands. They were dropped beside her thighs, but held together in tight fists, her fingers blood stained like her dress.

"Sharon, darling?" He rubbed her arms, looking at her. The look in Sharon's eyes frightened him. He'd seen that dull look before, once, a long time ago. She didn't respond, because she wasn't even there. Her mind at whatever had happened.

"Oh darling…"

Slowly Mark wraps his arms around her, holding her in a tight embrace. Sharon didn't respond, so he did the same as a long time ago. Softly Mark strokes her hair, placing gentle kisses on her hairline. Murmuring that she was safe and everything would be okay.

"Andy…" Her voice was so soft.

Concerned Mark backed away a bit, so he could look at her face, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Something happened to Andy, darling?"

Sharon nodded, but her eyes still had something vacant. Her lips quivering, her face pale, as if this was her blood. This was taking too long. He needed some answers fast, if he wanted to help her out of this state of shock she was in. Mark took her face in his hands, making her look up at him. Forcing her dull eyes to connect with his.

"Is this his blood?" Mark chastised himself, as he saw her eyes travelling down. The panic as she saw the blood. As if she no longer had realized it was there. Coming back to the present in a rush.

Mark's hands forced her to look back at him. "Don't look at it, look at me. Come on Sharon look at me."

"Andy.." Her eyes broke, tears welling in that sea of greens, that usually looked so sparkly, but they almost resembled a grey now. Like all the light had left them.

"Yes, was he shot?" Mark coaxed.

"They took him there." A confused frown appeared between her eyebrows. Like she wasn't completely present yet. Her eyes glancing towards the doors, she had watched Andy disappear behind.

"Into surgery." Mark was hesitent to ask the next question, but he had to know. "Where was he shot Sharon?"

"His chest." Her voice only a mere whisper, her lips quivering as the words passed her lips.

"Where exactly?"

Mark saw her slowly move her arm. Her hand trembling, her fingers pointed at her own chest, right before the hand dropped again, as if it's weight was too much to be held up. Mark schooled his features, he didn't want Sharon to know how bad it was.

"I did CPR… I…"

Her voice gained strength now, wherever she'd been she was returning to the here and now. Mark touched her cheek. "You did fine, darling."

"Can you? … I need to.." Her eyes filled with despair. Of wanting to know, of dreading the answer she might receive. Mark understood all that. He witnessed it before.

So he nodded. "I'll see what I can find out. In the meantime I need you to call Andy's parents. They need to know, Sharon."

Her father's expression couldn't hide the unspoken words. "It's bad, isn't it?"

Mark tried a faint smile, but Sharon still saw the truth in his eyes . "It would be better if they'd come over. Can you make that call, Sharon? I could if…"

Quick she grabbed herself together. Sgaking her head "No. No I can do it." The tremble disappeared from her voice. It seemed like she had managed to gather herself somehow.

"You go to my office to make that call. I'll come as soon as I knew more. Okay?" Mark's hands rubbed her upperarms, making a final connection with her eyes. He'd rather not leave her, but she needed answers. They all did.

Sharon nodded, closing her eyes, as her father kissed her forehead.

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Sharon sat down in her father's brown leather chair. He had one at home too. She remembered being little, crawling onto that chair, when she missed her daddy. Back then it felt like the chair was hugging her. How she longed for the uncomplicated days of her early childhood now. To just let that chair hug her again. Allow her mind to travel off to somewhere safe and uncomplicated.

There was no safe though. Her bloodstained hands catching her sight, while she reaches for the phone. A short flashback in her mind. Her hands on Andy's chest, pushing it down, feeling the blood oozing out, its warmth as it ran between her fingers. Shaking her head, she tried to focus, get herself back to the present. She had ignored the horrified look of her father's secretary. Trying to detach herself from the situation. Compartmentalizing the fear. She had to be strong and call Andy's parents. That was her task now. It was all that she could do, while doctors were doing the rest.

Happy she knew the number of the Flynn's by heart. Another thing you learned at the Academy. You knew the contact numbers of your partner by heart, just like his blood type. She wouldn't know her parents blood type, nor Jack's, but from the day they had partnered up, she had known Andy's.

Her fingers still lightly trembled, dialing the number. Hearing it ring, counting. A feeling of unease settling in her stomach, making her feel nauseous again, while she waited for a voice on the other end of the line.

"Francesca Flynn…"

For a moment Sharon couldn't find her voice. She had once thanked her for raising Andy into such a good man. For teaching him how to cook. What would she tell his mother now?

"Hello?..." There was impatience seeping into the voice on the other end of the line.

"Mrs. Flynn…" Sharon's voice didn't sound like herself. She fought to keep it steady and against the tears that welled in her eyes again. She didn't want to break apart in front of his mother. She had to be strong, reassuring, not worry them even more. That was what Andy needed from her right now.

"Sharon, is that you?" Francesca had talked to Sharon on only a few occasions, but now something wasn't right. She sounded upset.

" Yes, sorry, I…"

"What's wrong? You sound upset, darling."

Tears spilled Sharon's eyes, at the endearment. She should pull herself together, trying her best to not sound shaky. "Is Mr. Flynn around as well?" Sharon didn't want to give her this news, if she was all by herself. Although it wasn't like it could wait.

"Something's wrong with Andy, isn't it?" Francesca Flynn had been restless all day, her husband mocking her. A mother's instinct, how many times had she worried about their children, and they had always landed on their two feet. She had felt right though. Sharon could only be this upset, if something horrible had happened to Andy.

"Andy…" Sharon took a deep breath, swallowing down another lump down her throat. "Andy was shot. Daddy is trying to find out more about his condition, but I believe it would be better if you would come this way." Sharon exhaled, feeling better, as her pragmatism allowed herself to take back control over the situation. "I will arrange for you both to get the next flight to Los Angeles…."

"Darling, we can't…"

"Please?" This was no time for that Flynn pride. It felt like the least she could do. "I will make all the preparations.."

Francesca didn't want to take her up on her offer. She knew Brian wouldn't want it either. At the same time she knew Sharon wouldn't take no for an answer. Besides this wasn't the time to be proud, they would pay her back later. Andy's condition serious, so all she really wanted right now was to be near her son. To be there for the woman he loved as well. So she swallowed her pride. "Alright.. Thank you."

"I'll book you two a flight and call back with all the details." Sharon closed her eyes, as she hang up the phone. Just a moment to gather her thoughts, but startled as the door opened.

Her heart in her throat as she saw her father. "Daddy, how's Andy?"

"He's in surgery, darling, I can't tell much, only that it will take awhile."

"But he'll live?" Her eyes filled with hope and need.

"I don't know, I wish I could promise you that, but I can't."

Mark walks towards her, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm so sorry, darling, I wish I had better news. I know how much you love him. "

Sharon held on tighter. "I can't lose him." The words rushed out her mouth filled with despair and need.

Mark closed his eyes. He had never heard his daughter this desperate. This filled with fear. All of the events from the past year reentering his mind. "I'm so so sorry for everything that happened. For not supporting you, for involving Jack. You're my daughter, I love you so much, I should have…" It was clear now how much she loved this man. How stupid he had been for not seeing that.

"It's okay, daddy."

It was not okay. This was a daughter forgiving her father. Way too easy. He would do everything in his power to make up for all the wrong he did her. "I'll make sure everything possible is done to help Andy."

Sharon hugged her dad tighter, knowing it was his way of telling her he welcomed Andy into the family, as his son in law. The feeling bitter sweet as Sharon could only pray it wasn't too late.