A/N- Here's round two! This is about the time Sharon shot someone, if it's not your thing, feel free to skip (: It's not in depth or anything.

"Hey, Jack!"

Jack Raydor turned to face his ALA, Chris. He and Sharon still lived in student housing, even though they had been married almost a year before, in the summer after she graduated academy. They had moved to the school-owned apartments on the edge of campus, as it was cheaper than any other place in town.

"Hey, Chris," he replied. He shifted his books to his other arm and waited for the other man to catch up. "How's it going?"

"Oh, fine. I've only got two more finals, and they're going to be pretty easy."

"That's good. The same for me." Jack made a motion to keep moving, but Chris pulled him back. "What?" Jack frowned slightly.

"Everything okay with you and Sharon?" he asked. "I'm sorry to pry, but I just gotta keep up with my residents. . ."

"Yeah, no, I understand," Jack said. He frowned deeply. "We're good. Why?"

"Annie said something to me just a little while ago. Said she saw Sharon come in and she seemed pretty upset."

Jack shook his head. "I just got here. She left for work before I got up this morning. She got a couple of long shifts. She was fine then."

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything."

"Sure. Thanks for the heads up." Jack waved and walked the last few feet to his apartment. The door was unlocked, so he let himself in quietly and set his books and bag down on the coffee table. "Sharon?"

There was no response, but he could hear the shower running. He kicked his shoes off and walked back to the bathroom. Again, the door was unlocked. He pushed it open. "Shar? You in there?"

"Go away, Jack."

There wasn't much force in her words, so he let himself in, and nearly tripped over Sharon's uniform. It was in a crumpled heap in the middle of the floor. He stepped over it and pushed the shower curtain back enough for him to see her. He kept his eyes firmly on her face until he realized she was still wearing her underwear and a tanktop. There was a pinkish stain spattered across her chest.

"Sharon? What happened?" He reached forward and pushed the wet strands of her hair away from her face.

"Nothing," she said sharply.

He leaned against the shower silently, knowing she'd tell him. The water sprayed him, but he stayed, watching her. After another minute, he reached down and turned the water off. She stood still, water dripping, then sobbed loudly.

"Oh, Shar," he sighed. He reached forward and picked her up, holding her close and carrying her to the bedroom. He snatched a towel on the way out and fumbled it onto the bed before setting Sharon down on it. He laid down next to her and swept her hair back again. "What happened?"

She squirmed closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around her as best he could. She mumbled something into his chest.

"What?"

"I shot somebody."

Jack jerked back slightly to see her face. She looked like a tearful basset hound. "Tell me what happened."

She ducked her face back into his chest. "We pulled this guy over for a traffic stop and he came out with a gun. He kept coming towards us, and I told him to stop, but he didn't stop, and I told him to drop the gun, and he didn't and then he raised it up and shot at us and I think it was a warning shot because it was way off, and then he aimed again and-" she cut herself off and clung to Jack tightly.

He jumped slightly at the sudden pressure and returned it.

"I shot him," she whispered. "Oh my God, I shot him."

"Did you kill him?" Jack asked softly.

She twitched and shook her head. "No. I mean, I don't think so. I don't know. I just. . . there was this bang, and he fell down and Arthur was calling for back-up and an ambulance. And I don't know. It's all blurry. I think- I know- FID came and they took my gun, and I guess I told them what happened  and they put me on administrative leave for the next. . . Oh my God, I don't know. I don't even know when I can go back to work, Jack!" She started crying, so he just lay there and held her.

"Shar, you don't have to go back if you don't want to."

She looked up at him. "No, we need the money."

Jack tipped her chin up with a finger. "We don't need it that badly, love. We can find something else."

"Nothing like this. It pays well and it's secure. That's what we need. You still have two more years of school and we need my job to pay for that. I don't want to take out loans, and your internship doesn't pay enough." She took a deep breath. "Besides, I'll get over this. I'm pretty sure I'll be cleared, and then I can get back to work, and everything will be normal again."

He watched her calm herself with fiats and pragmatism, knowing that once she'd set her mind to something, she'd accomplish it somehow. "Okay. But if you change your mind, we'll figure something out. Okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled.

They lay in silence for an indefinite amount of time before the phone rang. Sharon jumped and rolled off the bed in a single, fluid motion, lunging for the receiver.

"Hello?" she said breathlessly.

Jack came to stand next to her, and she tilted the phone so he could hear, too.

"Is this Sharon Raydor?"

"Yes," she said slowly.

"Hey, this is Andy Flynn, from Vice? We met, uh, earlier?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "I already talked to someone from your department, I think."

"Yeah, yeah, you did," the man sounded vaguely impatient. "But look, I heard it on the grapevine that FID is gonna get you cleared by tomorrow morning. They've got some sorta deadline, and the guy you shot wasn't hurt bad or anything, and they've got something else on their hands, so they're trying to get you through their hands as fast as they can."

"Oh."

"Yeah, just wanted to let you know. I was in there a little while ago and heard them talking. You didn't hear it from me, but you've got a lot of cops rooting for you, and we thought you ought to know."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, sure." The man rang off, and Sharon looked at Jack.

"That's good," he said."

"It is. But it's completely illegal for him to tell me that."

Jack laughed. "Shar, illegal or not, I would buy him a drink for bending the rules like that. It's like a white lie. It's not a bad thing."

She snorted. "Jackson Raydor. You are a law student."

He grinned at her. "And your point is? Come on, let's go finish that shower."