AN: Thank you all so so much for the reviews that increase with each week. I enjoy reading them so much! It is nice to know people still enjoy reading this.

Also thank you for being kind and respectful. I know that sometimes when you read a story you might get disappointed with where the story is heading. That is alright. I have had that happen to myself more than once. Then I would stop reading, as it is not my story and not my decisions that are to be made. I would never leave a review saying what I don't like, or what I would do different. Sometimes people maybe forget the energy and joy you put into coming up with your own story and that it can really hurt when someone is very opinionated about your choices. I surely stopped updating more than once, because of receiving such reviews. I doubt that will happen again. I now post for myself and the few readers who stilll enjoy. That does not mean it can't get to you though. So I am happy my choice, at least for now was respected.

To the guest reviewer who asked about warnings. Yes I will place warnings. I will go as far as place the warning in the story description, the one you can read when you come across Shattered Images part 6. There will be a warning right on top of the first chapter in the AN, because I want people to know where the story is heading and not start reading it, liking it and then boom be unhappily surprised when I only warn right before it will happen. AND there will be a warning in the specific chapter when something will happen. Which will be more towards the end of that part. I might even place it at the end of the chapter prior to it, just so no one will be unhappily surprised, triggered. Others might hate it, as basically some part of the storyline of part 6 will immediately be spoiled, but I don't care about that. As someone who has dealt with trauma for the major part of her life, who knows what being triggered feels like, I won't do that to anyone. Especially not with the topic to where I am heading towards. So yes there will be plenty of warnings. I hope I was able to take your worries away. If not send me a message, or just write it in a review.

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

Chapter fifteen

Hamilton put his hand on Sharon's arm, gently squeezing it. "How are you doing Elliot?"

She pulled up a mask fast enough. "I'm fine, thank you, sir."

Sharon could tell him all she wanted, fact was she didn't look fine. Although he admired her strength, her willpower that kept her going, he was still worried. Sharon had earned a lot of respect these last two days, from not only her own department either. Since the beginning they viewed her like a spoiled little rich girl from back East. Being out of place in their world. Her perfect record proved everyone wrong though. She was an excellent cop, with a brilliant mind. The last days showing everyone the strength and willpower she had. As long as Andy was still in the ICU, their division took rounds of being at the hospital. They wanted to support the family and Sharon. It is what you did in case one of your own got shot. That happened too many times these last weeks. How many more good cops would be thd victim of this maniac?

"Uhm shouldn't I make some sort of statement? I know IA is not interested in me as it showed fast enough I did in fact not discharge my gun, because I was too busy sav..." her voice cut off. Had she really saved Andy's life? She could not get the words to pass her lips as he still wasn't out of the woods yet.

Hamilton smiled reassuring. "It can wait. Your focus should be on Flynn now."

Sharon felt her anxiety rising again. Looking over her shoulder towards the glass door that separated her from the ICU, from Andy. Her father was with him now, so were the surgeons who had operated on Andy. She wanted to be in there as well though. Not that she could do anything, but maybe it would make her feel less helpless.

"If I know one thing then it's that Flynn's stubborn enough to survive this. He's got a lot worth fighting for."

Hamilton stroke her arm. Sharon had began to feel like a daughter to him. He was close to everyone in his division, they were all his responsibility. Each and single one of them were god at their job. Sharon had been a great addition to his team and she was good for Flynn.

Sharon smiled sad. Thinking about the baby growing inside of her. Andy didn't even know yet, he had even more worth fighting for. Ever since she heard the baby's heartbeat, she couldn't keep her mind from drifting off to that jungle of emotions. Unexpected joy, worry, anxiety, sadness. The fear that Andy wouldn't make it was paralyzing and all consuming at the monent,

"Did you get a look at the shooter?" Hamilton doubted she had, especially after hearing Cohen and Zygerski's version of the events. How Sharon's only focus had been keeping Andy's heart pumping and not the immediate danger of the guy using them as target practice.

"No, I didn't see much. I saw the car and then we dropped on the ground. When I got up, I immediately went to Andy, started CPR."

Hamilton nodded, that much he had heard from the other's. "It doesn't matter."

"Were there more victims?" Sharon's sole focus had been on Andy, but the courthouse had bern filled with people.

"It's a miracle only a few civilians got injured." Andy was the only one who was seriously injured.

"You know what wonders me is how he knew. It seemed like we were targeted, but how did he know we're cops? We weren't wearing our badges out in the open. Even how are you supposed to see those driving by? So how did he know?"

Sharon made a good point. They had already wondered about that. According to the bullet trajectories, they'd all been directed towards the four members of his division.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Sharon voiced what had been on her mind all along. "I've got the idea this is someone from the inside."

The frown between Hamilton's eyebrows deepened. "An insider? A cop?"

"No, I was more thinking about someone who'd been at the academy, but maybe didn't pass for some reason. Or someone who was fired maybe."

Hamilton rubbed his chin. Sharon's theory wasn't that farfetched. In fact it might very well be the case.

"His motive could be anger, revenge."

'I think you could be right there. It would indeed give him motive. "

Hamilton brief touched her cheek, an encouraging smile. He wasn't sure still how far he could go with her. If it had been up to him he'd pull her in a big hug.

"We'll catch him. In the mean time you take care of yourself. Okay?"

Sharon nodded, touched by his concern.

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Diane looked at Sharon, she couldn't stop pacing the room. She stayed on one side, while Brian kept circling the other. They would both walk a hole in the carpet. Diane didn't understand anyway how Sharon still had the strength to keep herself up on her feet.

She hoped Mark would return soon, he might be able to convince Sharon to rest. Or at least tell her what was going on with their daughter. She knew he had ordered some tests. He'd just been very vague about the outcome.

Diane followed Sharon's trail, trying to get her attention.

"Sweetie, can I please get you something to eat?"

"I can't eat momma, my stomach is one big knot."

"You need to eat something."

"No, I need to be with Andy, that's what I need."

Both Diane and Francesca stared at her, curious about her sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry. I just wish daddy would finally come out and tell us how he's doing."

Diane smiled, tugging a strand of Sharon's hair behind her ear. "I'm sure he'll be out soon, sweetie."

Sharon practically jumped as she heard the door open behind her. "Daddy?"

In a few quick long strides Sharon had crossed the distance between herself and her father. She was unable to keep the despair from her eyes. Mark held her by her upper arms, taking her in for a moment. She still lacked that glow pregnant women had. Instead she looked dead pale. Her eyes not sparkling by joy, they looked strained and dull. He couldn't help worry about her. This whole situation was taking its toll on her. it wasn't healthy for her nor the baby she was carrying inside of her.

"How's Andy?" Her words were rushed, her voice unstable, fighting the overwhelming emotions inside of her.

"He's stabile…"

"That's a good thing, right?

There was a glimmer of hope in his daughter's eyes that he didn't want to destroy. It gave her back some lifelines, the old Sharon who reminded him of the way she was as a child.

"Yes, that is a positive development."

"I hear a 'but'. "

Francesca fumbled with her sleeves, anxious, although she wanted to hear the truth and didn't need anyone to sugarcoat it.

"We've decided to keep him on the ventilator."

"Andy can't breathe?"

"We want him to use his strength for his recovery."

"When will he be taken of the ventilator?"

"We can't tell yet."

Sharon didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to hear about uncertainties. She only wanted to hear Andy would be okay. That he would wake up some time soon, that she could tell him they were going to have a baby. That he would tell her it would all be okay.

"I want to see him…"

"Sharon…"

"Oh , I'm sorry. .. You of course should go first."

Sharon looked apologetic at Andy's parents, she had been so selfish in her needs. They were his parents, she was only his girlfriend.

"No, dear, you should go first."

Sharon smiled grateful at Francesca. Andy's parents were so sweet.

"Darling I don't believe it's wise. You should get some rest. Eat. "

Sharon saw her father's eyes travel towards her stomach. She knew he meant that she should rest, because it was better for her baby, but being worried about Andy only added to her anxiety and that couldn't be good for the baby either.

"I want to see Andy."

Sharon didn't even wait for her father's response, she walked right passed him, heading towards the door that led to the ICU. She wasn't going to wait for more objections, she would do what felt right. It felt like all she had done since she had entered the hospital was to ask to see Andy, she had already waited for so long.

Her heels clicked on the linoleum floor, as she made long anxious strides towards Andy's room in the ICU. She'd been there before once, only outside. The image of Andy lying lifeless in that hospital bed was engraved in her mind. She felt her heart tighten at just the thought of it. As the nausea got worse, her steps began to falter, trying to focus on her breathing. She didn't want to spend this time she had, hovering over a toilet bowl, while she could sit next to Andy , hold his hand.

Sharon's hand slightly trembled while she pushed the door handle down to enter. The light was muted, blinds closing the windows. Her breath hitched , the only sounds she heard was the beeping of the heart monitor and the swooshing sound of the machine that helped him breathe.

His pallor was ash grey, his dark brown hair making him look even paler. Sharon drew ragged breaths, trying her best to compose herself, while she walked around the bed. She knew he couldn't see her, but she couldn't fall apart on him. What if he sensed it? What if the baby would feel how upset she was? She had no other choice than stay strong. She could do this. Andy would count on her to be strong.

For a moment she used the bed railing to steady herself. Seeing Andy this fragile and vulnerable reminded her of the fact that one time, not so long ago, their roles had been changed. She had been the one in that hospital bed, fighting for her life, because of a bullet. Only now she realized how scared and worried Andy must have been then. Her parents too. Now she was on the other side, she learned how hard it was to constantly worry about your loved one.

Sharon clenched her lower lip between her teeth, until the pink flesh turned white. This mantra of calming words forming in her mind. Telling her that she could do this, although she felt like crying.

Her hands still clenched the railing, her underarms shaking. She'd better sit down, she felt her knees buckle already. Maybe she should have eaten something after all. Her stomach kept knotting up though.

Sharon lowered herself onto the chair beside his bed. Her hands awkward in her lap, unsure what to do. Could he hear her? would he notice her presence? Slowly she stretched out her arm, her hand grasping his, mindful of the IV that was in the back of his hand.

Her eyes focused on her thumb slowly stroking his hand. She hoped he could feel her touch, that it would calm him, sooth him, give him the strength to fight his way back to her.

Sitting here with him she heard the gunshots. She had ducked. A reflex, getting down, take shelter if possible. It were random shots. She had waited for the shooting to end, before she had looked next to her. Andy hadn't moved, he was on his back. That's when she knew something was wrong.

Sharon clenched her eyes shut, the image of his blood covered chest popping in her brain. She couldn't handle that. She would probably never forget how his warm sticky blood had felt on her fingers. She would have to keep faith that he would make it. He would pull through and wake up. It might take a while for him to recover, but he would.

Bringing his hand to her lips, she kissed it gently .

"Hi, honey… oh gosh you scared me. I get it now, I get how you must have felt when I…"

Her voice broke, her lips pressing another kiss on his knuckles. A tear escaped her eyes, following its way down her cheek. She felt the salty taste in her mouth, quickly wiping away the remnant of the tear with her free hand. Sharon didn't want her anxiety to affect Andy's health. She was there to give him the strength he needed to wake up and completely recover from his injuries.

It left her thinking about their jobs, about the danger they were both in. She almost smirked thinking about the many arguments she had with Jack over the exact same topic. How she had expected him to simply accept it and not just him, her parents as well. Now she was on the receiving end, it all felt so different.

Andy and she both, loved their job, there wasn't a doubt about it. They both fought for what they believed was right. Ridding central L. A. of all its criminals and psychopaths who endangered the people who lived there. Was it worth dying for? She knew Andy believed that, and so did she, or she couldn't go to work every day. It were decisions they made, but it didn't affect only them. Andy had his parents, his siblings, his children.

Her free hand travelled to her stomach. Lying flat against the skin what soon would form a bulge. Sharon smiled a the thought that underneath that thick layer of skin and muscles, her uterus was the safe home of the baby they had created together.

Hearing that heartbeat had made it all so real. The dangers she had put her child in hitting her hard. That baby was still so tiny, so fragile, yet it had been exposed to numerous dangerous situations the last weeks. It was a miracle that her body had somehow managed to protect that teeny tiny creation they'd known nothing about.

Things had changed now though. She did know she was carrying a child, she couldn't knowingly put it in danger. For now her days as a police officer were over, especially with that cop killer walking around. After the baby was born… well she didn't know yet. During her arguments with Jack, she'd had such a clear image of what her future would be like and now she simply did not know. She would talk to Andy about it. The most important thing at the moment though, was for him to wake up and get healthy.

Sharon sighed, everything else would come later. One thing at a time, she couldn't take more at once while trying to keep herself together. At least Jack had left. He wasn't circling like a vulture anymore. Why did he believe she would want him there? Would seek comfort with him? Like she would turn to him if anything would happen to Andy. Sharon closed her eyes,trying to banish the thought from her mind. Andy would be okay, he had managed to hold on this long.

She thought about Hamilton's words, that Andy had a lot worth fighting for. Sharon knew how deep Andy's love went for her. An unconditional love she had only felt from her parents before she had received it from him. Jack was different, needy, he wanted her above anything else, at least that's what he claimed. Jack said he loved her, but most of the time not enough to make compromises. She was still amazed at how easy she could talk to Andy. Conversations, give and take, they hardly ever argued.

Everything she'd been so scared of while being engaged to Jack, now didn't seem to matter. With Andy she wasn't afraid to give up her independency, as she would not have to. Andy respected and trusted her enough to let her make her own decisions.

Once she noticed how much Andy actually loved her, she realized how lucky she was. Sharon knew she would never love a man the way she loved Andy.

The thought of losing him was clenching her heart again. It was a sharp pain, a form of anxiety that troubled her to breathe. Sharon was so scared of losing him. She had always felt the need for independency, but she needed Andy. She needed his love, his support, his friendship.

Tears pinched her eyes again. It must be the hormones, exhaustion. She was tired of fighting the tears, trying to stay strong. She didn't have the energy anymore. For the first time in days she allowed her tears to run freely.

Andy looked so peaceful but at the same time it looked like he would never wake up again. Sharon bend over him, her nose nuzzling his cheek, her lips whispering in his ear.

"You better wake up, Andy, I'm not going to put this baby on the world alone."

Her lips gently kissed his cheek, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on his scent and his warmth, praying he'd soon wake up.