The drive home from the airport was awkward and tense for lack of a better word. Sharon insisted on sitting in the back seat, leaving Andy and Rusty to individually worry about her from their shared place in the front of the car. Finally, having enough of her one-word answers, Rusty turned in his seat even though the car was dark, "Mom, are you okay? Did you..." he glanced over at Andy, "two have a fight or something?"

"What?" Sharon started, "No, Rusty, of course not. I'm tired. It was a long flight, and with the time change, I just feel off, that's all. I'm fine, Andy and I are both fine. I promise."

"Yeah, kid," Andy tried to sound reassuring, "It was just a long day, and we both are tired."

Once they arrived home, Sharon couldn't sit still. She unpacked their suitcases and started laundry to wash while Andy showered. Close to midnight, clad in his pajamas, Andy had had enough and went to look for her. He found her sitting on the balcony; knees pulled to her chest on her favorite chaise lounge. "It's late, are you coming to bed?"

She slowly shook her head without looking at him. "I need to fold another load of laundry once they dry. You go ahead without me."

He studied her in the dim light, "Sharon… we can finish that tomorrow."

"Good night Andy." She interrupted, finally turning to look at him. "I love you."

He sighed deeply, "Okay…I love you. Please don't stay up too late."

Turning back to look at the lights off in the distance, she shrugged in reply.

Pulling the patio door closed, Andy stayed where he was for several minutes, wishing there was something he could do to make things better for her. But he didn't know where to begin considering he had no clue what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. It was too late to call Provenza, and Andy hated to admit it, but he was exhausted. Settling into bed, he tried to wait for Sharon, hoping she would finally join him. But Andy's tiredness got the better of him, and he surrendered to a deep, uneventful night of sleep.

Saturday morning came too early for Andy as he struggled to wake up. Rolling to his left, he expected to find Sharon asleep beside him, but her side of the bed looked like she had never come to bed. He hurried to the bathroom before slipping on his old green robe to look for her. Everywhere Andy looked, Sharon was nowhere to be found. He didn't begin to panic until he checked the swimming pool and found it empty as well. Making his way back to the condo, Andy dialed her phone only to have it go straight to voicemail as if it was off. He debated on waking Rusty to see if he knew where she was but decided against it. The last thing Sharon would want would be for him to upset the kid. In a last ditched effort, he slipped on jeans and loafers to see if her car was in the parking garage only to find it still in its regular spot. Defeated Andy returned to the condo once again, checking his watch, he decided it wasn't too early to call Provenza.

"Hey, it's me." He mumbled upon Provenza's hurried hello.

"For god's sakes Flynn, it's 7:30 on Saturday morning. A Saturday that I don't have to work by the way," the old man groused.

"I know, just hear me out."

"You certainly don't sound like someone who had a great time in sunny Miami! What the hell is wrong with you? Did Sharon finally come to her senses and cancel the wedding?" Provenza chuckled.

Andy's temper flared, "Don't you dare say a thing like that. I called because I need your help, not your abuse. Just never mind, I'll figure it out on my own."

"Hold on, hold on. Geeze Flynn, I was only kidding. Now for the last time, Andy. What in the hell is wrong with you?"

Taking a deep breath, Andy ran his hand through his already mused hair, "What do you remember about Alex Bishop or, more specifically, Bishop and Sharon."

"Ye, gads," Provenza swore under his breath. "Let me sit down and think. I haven't heard that asshole's name in years."

"Well, he's still an asshole, I can assure you." Andy stepped outside on the balcony just in case Sharon returned, or Rusty woke up. "I ran into him a few days ago; he happened to be working security at the hotel where we were staying. One thing led to another, and we got into a little tussle. Sharon broke us up, but…"

"What do you mean a little tussle?" Provenza interrupted.

"Listen, old man, don't you blame me!" Andy's voice rose, "He said some terrible things about Sharon, most of which I don't think she heard, and then he grabbed me by the shoulder, so I did what I had to. I elbowed him in the stomach."

Letting out a long deep sigh Provenza tried to make some sense out of what he was hearing, "Andy, the Commander told you time and time again, you can't listen to what these assholes have to say about her."

"Oh, now she's the Commander! Damn-it Louie, I don't know why I called you. Except for the fact that you're my best friend, and I'm worried about…" Andy's voice cracked before he could get Sharon's name out.

"Okay, okay. Andy, just calm down and start from the beginning."

Resigned, Andy continued, "I've told you all I know. Except that something is seriously wrong with Sharon, she's been different ever since we ran into Bishop."

"Maybe, she's still mad at you for…"

"No! No! No, damn-it!" Andy's voice boomed across the phone. "You are not hearing me. She is not upset with me. I promise you. She's scared or confused or something. I don't know," he stammered.

"Alright." Provenza slowly replied, "let me ask you this? Where is Sharon? Have you asked her what's going on?"

"For the love of god! Of course, I've asked her. What kind of idiot do you think I am? And don't answer that," Andy interjected. "Look," his voice lowered an octave or two. "She said she's fine, that there isn't anything to talk about, but I know otherwise. And as far as where she is, I don't know. She didn't come to bed last night, and she was gone when I got up. Her car is still here, but she's not."

"Have you called her?" Louie dared to ask.

"Yes, straight to voicemail."

"That's not like her," Louie's voice lowered. "Have you checked with Hobbs or Gavin?"

"No, not yet. I called you first, and I didn't want to seem like the crazy husband calling his wife's best friends."

"I don't think you two are married, yet," Provenza countered. "Unless there's something we don't know."

"It's just a technicality, you know how…"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Idiots…" Provenza playfully interrupted. "Give her a few more hours and then check with Gavin. And in the meantime, I'll see what I can dig up on Bishop. And Andy, try not to worry. I'm sure Sharon's alright."

Across town in Century City, Sharon rode the elevator up to the eighth floor. When the elevator doors opened, she wasn't surprised to find Gavin waiting for her in his blue silk pajamas. Hugging her to him, they walked down the hall to his condo. Once inside, Sharon settled in on the massive white leather sofa, while Gavin brewed some much-needed coffee.

Upon his return, Gavin handed one cup of coffee off to Sharon before sitting across from her. "I must say you look terrible." And she did, what little make-up she was wearing was left-over from the day before, her hair was up in a messy bun, and even her glasses couldn't hide her tired, red-rimmed eyes. She wore black leggings and an oversized Dodgers sweatshirt that had to belong to Andy.

Slipping off her white Adidas, she tucked her feet up under her, "Thank you, at very least, I can always count on you, to be honest."

"So tell me, Honey, what has that handsome lieutenant of yours done now"

She smiled sadly, "Nothing, it's not Andy. It's me."

Gavin pursed his lips in a frown, "Okay, what have you done? And before you answer that, let me say I haven't seen you this…off kilter in quiet some time. But I can't imagine you've done anything except maybe have too much wild sex while you and your brown-eyed beauty were away."

Rolling her eyes, Sharon sat her cup on the coffee table, "I'm trying to be serious here."

"And I'm trying not to be so serious. Come on, Sharon, whatever it is, can't be that bad. You have an amazing man that loves you, the two of you just got back from a free trip to Miami, and if I remember correctly, you are having the best sex of your life! Plus, you even like your job. So what could have you so out of sorts that you needed my help at 7:45 on a Saturday morning, when you should be snuggling in bed with your own personal lieutenant."

Standing, Sharon walked over to the door to Gavin's balcony, "I…" she started but couldn't make the words come. Hugging herself tightly, she looked back at where Gavin still sat, sipping his coffee. "I need to know what happened in the fall of 2008. Exactly what happened to me? And who…was, did Alex Bishop hurt me?"

With a deep breath, all the color drained from Gavin's face. He quickly stood, making his way over to Sharon, only to envelope her tightly in his arms. "Come, sit back down." Her tears started before they could get back to the sofa.

"So I am right!" She pulled away from his grasp, "Why can't I remember?" Dissolving into another fit of tears, Sharon sat slowly back on the sofa.

Handing her a handful of tissue, Gavin knelt beside her, "Sweetie, I need to know where Andy is right now?"

She looked at him, confused, "Home, he was still asleep when I left."

"Do you have your phone?"

Reaching into the side pocket of her leggings, she handed Gavin her phone, "Yes, but I turned it off this morning."

Gavin slipped the phone from her hands, turning it on, he found twelve missed calls from Andy. Hitting redial, he moved back over to the balcony door.

"Sweetheart, where are you?" Andy answered on the first ring.

Clearing his throat, Gavin answered, "It's me, I need you to come to my place as soon as you can. She's here, she needs you, Andy. Hell, we both need you."

Some fifty minutes later, Andy stormed through the lobby of Century Towers only to have to wait for the doorman to let him on the elevator. His nerves were already frazzled, not to mention the job traffic did on him. Once the elevator opened on the eighth floor, he found a pajama-clad Gavin waiting for him. "What the hell…" Andy started only to have Gavin grab him in a tight hug. He knew Sharon's BFF had a flair for the dramatic, so he surrendered to the embrace.

"Before you ask a million questions," Gavin pulled back, looking Andy in the eyes, "I slipped a sleeping pill into Sharon's coffee…"

"You What! Damn-it Gavin." Andy barked. "You more than anyone know how she feels about pills."

"You can be mad at me all you want, but Sharon is exhausted, and we need time to sort everything out. Now come on, and be quiet, she's on the sofa."

Once inside, Andy stopped to kneel by a sound sleeping, Sharon. He carefully arranged the blanket around her. Standing, he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead before following Gavin out onto the balcony. Too keyed up to sit down, Andy leaned against the railing, "I'm waiting…" his oblivious distaste for Gavin at the moment was evident.

"I'm sorry, but you are going to have to wait a little longer." Andy stepped forward, his anger evident. "Just until Provenza gets here." Gavin stammered.

"You called Louie?" Andy couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, we need all the help we can get, or I should say Sharon needs…" his voice died in a mumble. "Can I get you something to drink?

Andy grinned slyly, "Are you going to drug me too?"

With a roll of his eyes, Gavin stood, "Don't give me any ideas." He disappeared for several minutes, giving Andy time to calm down slightly as he looked out over the city.

Upon Gavin's return, he placed a tray of drinks and muffins in the center of the patio table. "Louie's on his way up."

Reaching for a glass of water, Andy sat in the closest patio chair. He had to admit, he was glad Gavin included Provenza, and he knew Sharon would not mind in the least.