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Her body jumped whenever the sound of her cell phone began to ring throughout the room, opening her eyes, she sat up in a hurry looking around for the device before looking at the screen. Hitting the answer button, she brought the phone to her ear and cleared her throat, "Captain Raydor."

"Morning Captain," Andy Flynn's voice spoke through the other end of the receiver, "Turns out the boyfriend did send out the nude picture of the girl from his cell phone, so we are bringing him in for more questioning."

"Okay, thank you for informing me. I will be there shortly." And with that she hung up her phone and laid it down on her nightstand noticing the time. She had officially got a solid four hours, a new high within the past few months. Sighing, she stood to her feet and padded over into her bathroom, turning on the light, her eyes squinting as they adjusted.

"Dear God," She said quietly to herself as she noticed her still red and puffy eyes from the night before and splashed some cold water on her face and then drying off with a hand towel that she had hanging from a hook on the wall. Brushing her teeth, and fixing her hair, she moved to her closet and looked at the massive amount of clothing she had obtained throughout the years and thought for a moment before deciding on a purple dress and her black high heels. Sharon never caked on her makeup, the only thing she focused on was her eyes and even with that she just used a simple mascara. Grabbing her glasses off of the nightstand, she slipped them on before grabbing her cell phone and exiting her bedroom after turning off the light and closing the door behind her. Glancing at her watch she knew that Rusty still would not have been up and it disappointed her a bit, the highlight of most of her days was spending time with the boy and listening to the shocking things that came out of his mouth. Walking down the hallway, she quietly and slowly opened up the door to check on him like she did always and smiled a little to herself as she watched him sleep. Closing the door, she shook her head and ran her fingers through her mane of hair, shaking it out as she returned to the kitchen. Finding a post-it note, she wrote where she was and left a message for him to call her when he awoke. After strapping her purse on her shoulder, she placed the sticky side of the paper on the door before locking it behind her.

Los Angeles traffic was not as bad as everyone made it out to be, Sharon didn't mind it really. Driving made her very nervous, she knew all the accidents people were in due to road rage or carelessness behind the wheel, so she tried not to get on busy roads. Luckily for her, the GPS system in her car knew all the shortcuts and back roads that made it possible for Sharon to get to the places she needed to be quicker. Parking in her reserved spot in the garage, she got out grabbing her small bag and once more put it on her shoulder before locking the vehicle behind her. Moving towards the elevator, she tapped her foot as she waited for the doors to open. She had never liked small spaces, and had to admit she always felt claustrophobic when she was put in them. After the incredibly long trip to her designated floor, she walked off only to be met by Detective Amy Sykes who had a file in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Smiling to the woman, she took the cup and thanked her before moving down the hallway- she knew she had forgot something that morning but she was too worried about checking on Rusty.

"Has the boy arrived?" She asked taking a sip of the hot liquid as they moved to her office. Pulling out the keys, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, hitting the light switch on. Placing the coffee down on her desk she opened up the bottom drawer of her desk and threw her bag in before kicking it closed with her foot.

"Yes, ma'am, he is waiting in interview room one." She said as she walked over and handed her the file.

"I want you and Sanchez to question him." She said smiling with a nod. Taking the manilla folder and holding it close to her chest, she grabbed her coffee and followed the woman out. Even though she knew Detective Sykes was sucking up to her- which she didn't have to, Sharon still appreciated the effort, it was nice to feel liked. She knew the whole squad was still iffy with her at times, and she tried her best not to take it personally, but sometimes the personal Sharon just could not disassociate herself from the work Sharon. Opening up the door to the technical room, she smiled seeing everyone in their places ready to go.

"Here we go," She said taking a seat and smiling towards Buzz, Flynn, and Provenza. Sipping her coffee, her eyes were glued to the screen as she watched Detective Sanchez and Sykes walk into the room to join the teenager.

"Brian, do you like embarrassing people?" Amy asked sarcastically as she laid a printed out picture of the one that was sent around of the victim and leaned forward, sliding the photograph towards the boy. "Phone records say you sent out this picture to multiple people in your high school. I have to ask, what did Abigail do that made you so upset that you felt the need to degrade her like this?"

"It was an accident," He shrugged his shoulders and sighed, rolling his eyes, and laughing a little.

"You think this is funny?" Sanchez yelled as he stood, leaned over the table toward the young man and keeping his face only an inch from the boy in question. "A sixteen year old girl is dead. Someone your age. Someone you have a history with. Her body is laying in our morgue and you are laughing? Answer Detective Sykes' question or I'll give you something to laugh about." Intimidation was one skill he was very good at.

"Of course I don't think this is funny!" Brian said throwing his hands up into the air, "I cared about Abigail!"

"You sure have a funny way of showing it." Amy said pointing to the picture. "Why did you send it?" Her tone of voice becoming more serious.

"Because she pissed me off. She teased and teased and acted like she would go all the way with me. When the moment came, she...she told me that she wanted to wait until marriage." Brian mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"So you were angry that she wouldn't have sex with you?" Amy rolled her eyes and sighed sitting back in her chair.

"I was mad that she played games. I loved her, I was in love with her. She was a great girl." He said as his eyes began to water.

Flynn shook his head and sighed, "Poor girl."

Provenza looked back at his partner as they stood in the media room, "Last time I checked, she was the one who sent out the picture. I'm sure she knew it was a bad idea."

Flynn shrugged his shoulders, "Doesn't mean this kid had to show everyone else. If he loved," His fingers made air quotes at the mention of affection, "her, then he would not have hurt her like that."

"I'm glad all of my children are grown. This stuff didn't happen back when they were this age." Provenza groaned and returned his eyes back to the screen.

Sharon sat quietly listening to the two men banter back and forth about the girl's actions and could not help but feel depressed. Maybe she was doing it out of love, maybe she was doing it to get his attention, even though it may have not been a smart call, she still could not help but feel saddened.

"Then help us understand this, If you loved her so much, why did you send it in the first place?" Sanchez asked as he turned over the provocative picture and kept his eyes on the kid.

"She broke up with me. Then, her friends said that she only went out with me because she felt sorry for me. I don't know, I was just pissed off. I was pissed because we grew up together and we got really close over the years." Brian shrugged as he wiped his eyes.

"Just how long did you know her?" Amy asked as she wrote down some information in her detectives notebook in front of her.

"Since middle school and she danced ballet at the studio I train at."

"You dance as well?" Amy asked looking up from her notes, surprised.

"No, I help out with all technical things. The lights, the sound, and I sometimes help put up the backdrops."

Sharon swallowed the lump in her throat as she listened to Brian say that Abigail had been a ballet dancer. She thought her personal connection ended last night after crying, however, she was finding thoughts of her own child flooding back into her mind. Not again, she could not delay her job like she did the night before. Bouncing her knee, she drank her coffee as she tried to focus on other things.

"Abby was a really good dancer, the best in her class, the best I have ever seen. She was the nicest person I've ever met, and even with her dad being who he is... she wasn't a snob. She treated everyone equally. I didn't kill her, I swear on everything. I wouldn't...couldn't do that." Brian's voice now pleading with the detectives.

"Do you know who would want to do this to her?" Sanchez asked as he passed over a box of tissues.

"The only people she ever complained about were her parents. I figured it was just normal stuff like we all have to deal with so I never really pushed her talk about anything." Brian answered. "She said the only time they were happy for her was when she got her solos...meant her last name was going to be published all over town and it gave them better press."

Sharon stood to her feet and sighed, her attempt at trying not to make a connection failing. "So, if the boyfriend didn't do it, and he, as well as her friends, are pointing fingers to the father, I think it's time to bring in Mr. Buckner. Mike, please make sure the boy gets escorted home and search the girl's cell phone?" She asked before turning around to face the older gentlemen, "Lieutenant Flynn, Lieutenant Provenza can you please bring in our state representative and his wife in for a little chat? Separately?" She asked as she picked up her now empty cup of coffee and threw it away in the waste basket before exiting the room.

It had been almost a whole hour since they took Maddie back and there had yet to be any word on her condition, Sharon was beside herself. Jackson had did his best with the resources available to clean up his daughter's blood off of his wife, but she was still stained red all over. Austin had moved over to the seat by the window and had not spoken a word since arriving to the hospital. The brunette could not stop her own sobs, her hands were trembling and her body rocked back and forth ever so slightly in the chair that she had been forced to sit in. She needed answers, she needed her daughter to be okay. Even with Jackson's frequent comments attempted to reassure her fears, she knew he was as clueless as she was. She knew that the man didn't know what was going to happen anymore than she did. Even if her daughter was simply "alright", she was never going to be emotionally "alright" and the thought of that terrified her.

The room was heavy with emotion, uncertainty more than anything else. Jack tried to hold it together, but Sharon knew him better than that. She knew that at any point, he would leave to use the restroom and use the time alone to cry. Picking her head up, she looked to her son, "Austin, honey." She said before clearing her throat and taking in a deep breath trying her best to steady her wavering voice. The boy turned to look at his mother for a moment, but then he returned his attention back towards the window. Maddie and Austin had always been close. They didn't fight a lot like most siblings did. Whenever there was a confrontation, the two had usually managed to work it out on their own. They were exceptional children. Standing to her feet slowly, she ran her fingers nervously through her hair as she walked over to the boy. Sitting down next to him, she placed a hand on his knee and tilted her head to the side in an attempt to make eye contact with her son. "Austin, your sister is a strong, strong girl. She's a fighter. Everything will be okay." Her voice was a whisper, she didn't feel comfortable telling her child something she herself was not completely sure of, but she wanted to reassure him.

"Why did she do it?" He asked quietly, his eyes not leaving the window.

Sharon opened her mouth to speak but the words were not coming out easily, shaking her head she returned her eyes back to her son's face. "I... I don't know. Sometimes people do harmful things to themselves to deal with certain issues, which is never the appropriate response. They usually don't know how to verbally express themselves." Her words trailed off as her mind went over every little detail about her daughter, trying to remember some kind of change that would explain it all, but she was coming up empty handed.

Austin looked over towards his mother, looking at all of the blood she had covering her body and clothes and felt himself become even more frightened.

Sharon noticed the change in his facial expression and looked down at herself once more, "It's okay, Austin." She whispered as she felt more tears build in her eyes then slowly move down her cheeks.

"I just want her to be okay," He finally choked out as he began to cry and buried his face into his hands.

Sharon closed her eyes feeling her heart drop and scooted over on the couch, taking her child into her arms and holding onto him tightly as her hand moved up and down to rub his back. "I know, honey. I know." She whispered as she pressed a kiss onto his head that was covered in unruly locks and rested her chin lightly on top of it. Her eyes moved over to her previous seat and noticed Jack had left, biting her lower lip she wanted to check on him as well, but she knew it would only make things worse seeing that he didn't like to cry in front of the brunette- or anyone for that matter. She was the same way. She could understand his train of thought in that aspect. The brunette continued to hold onto her child as she tried her best to control her own tears, she felt the need to be strong for the boy and not to scare him more than he already was.

"Raydor family?" A man in scrubs and a cloth bandana with some old cartoon covering his head, walked out from the large doors that led to the emergency medical bays looking at a file.