I had this idea and decided to put it into words. This takes place in Season 3, just after the Christmas party at the office. You know, the party Andy and the kids move to the office to surprise Sharon...so, they aren't dating, but non-dating. This same episode, we learn about Patrice and Provenza, so a lot of good stuff. This would have been shortly after the episode with theawkward Nutcracker dinner conversation with Rusty and Nicole too. Anyway, just an idea of a funny scenario, and it's not that long, nothing like "Mini-Raydor," which is still in progress. Enjoy!

"Thank you for my Christmas present," she smiled into the phone as she answered it. Sharon didn't need to say anything more; her caller id had alerted her the caller's identity.

"You're welcome," he replied back, "though, I feel like I should have gotten you something more. I'm glad you like the angel."

"Andy, it's perfect. You don't need to get me anything more. I'm the one who should feel badly; your Christmas present is still here under the tree," she confessed.

"Sharon, it's okay; you don't have to cover like that. I don't need a present. We never discussed presents," Andy told her.

"I did get you a present," she stomped her foot, not that Andy could see it. "I should be offended you would think I didn't. I put a lot of thought into my present, and now, well, maybe I won't give it to you," she teased.

"Really? I should be crushed then that I may not get this mysterious present that you say is under your tree? Okay, Sharon," Andy chuckled.

Andy heard a click on the end of the line, and he realized Sharon had hung up on him. He pulled his phone away from his ear, staring at it, wondering how things had gone downhill so quickly. Here it was, Christmas morning, and Sharon had just hung up on him. As he was staring at it, he almost dropped the phone when it started ringing with a Facetime request. He chuckled at the person requesting.

"Yes," he smirked as he answered, "I figured you had hung up on me."

Sharon nodded, "No, I just don't know how to switch from a call to a Facetime call, so I needed to call you back so I can show you your present. See," she gestured to the tree, where there was a flat present under it. She moved up closer to it, where he could see her beautiful handwriting with the "To: Andy From: Sharon."

"Now you are sounding like Provenza being technology challenged. Okay, I'll give you the present, but that only means we will have to get together for you to give it to me," Andy smiled at her.

Sharon nodded, "Yes, that seems to be how presents work. Pity the kids didn't bring it with them last night to the Christmas party at work. Thank you for that, by the way. I know that was all you."

Andy shook his head, "Nope, not me," he grinned.

Sharon snickered at him, "Hmm, must be some great elf. Tell that elf whenever you see him that I wanted to thank him properly again. My sneaky kids hung mistletoe in the condo doorway, and he'll have to come by sometime for a proper thanks."

"Oh, well, if you say it like that," Andy started.

Sharon interrupted, "Oh, it's okay. I just wish I could find that elf. It was very nice of him to bring Christmas to work. I just hate I had to keep everyone there until the early hours of Christmas morning. Say, why are you calling now? It's barely 6:00 AM on Christmas. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Shouldn't you?" Andy replied right back to her. "Sharon, by now, I now you and your habits. I'm guessing you felt badly that there weren't any Christmas breakfast foods ready, and that Provenza ate the last of your Christmas cookies. So, I'm guessing-and this is just me-going out on a limb, you are standing in your kitchen, with that apron on, in your reindeer Christmas pajamas, cooking up a storm already, even though as a police captain you just worked through most of the night. You really should be giving those amazing legs a break and getting some rest, but no, I'm guessing you are in the kitchen."

"I'm not in the kitchen," Sharon smiled. "Currently, I'm sitting by the Christmas tree showing you your present."

Andy rolled his eyes, "Sharon, move the phone back-is the apron on-reindeer pajamas?"

Sharon rolled her eyes and stood, "Well, that's what I get for hanging out with the likes of you. Well done, detective," she smiled as she showed him exactly what he'd just described. Breakfast was in preparation, and she was in her Christmas pajamas with the apron.

"So, what's for breakfast?" Andy asked as he smiled at her.

"French toast casserole, want to come over?" she smiled back.

"No," he shook his head, "it's Christmas morning! Your kids are there, so spend the time with them. By the way, where did you put all of them? I didn't see anyone on the couch. Did you tell them how awful that couch is to sleep on? I think my back is spasming right now thinking about it. I've fallen asleep there one too many times while watching movies. In fact, that's what I should have gotten you-a new couch."

Sharon giggled at that, "That bad, huh? Well, Emily decided to sleep with me. She couldn't stand the idea of going back to Jack's place. The boys are camped out in Rusty's room. You never answered my question-why are you awake now?"

"I couldn't miss the chance to talk to a pretty lady so early on Christmas morning. Besides, I knew your sense of occasion would kick in, and as soon as those kids get up-or earlier if you wake them up-Christmas would be crazy. I wanted to talk to you in peace and quiet for a few minutes. So, you liked the angel? I didn't know if you had too many, but then I kept reminding myself of your saying, "You can never have too many angels."

Sharon smiled, "Well, that is very true, and yes, I love it. That one is perfect. I am surprised you knew which one to go back and get. That's the one we saw while shopping a couple months ago, right?"

Andy nodded, "Mmm hmm, I have a good memory and will never reveal my secret. I'm just glad you found the present in the village. I, I mean, the elf hid it well there when setting it up."

Sharon laughed at him as she stirred the batter for the casserole, "I admit that at first I didn't think it was from you. It was wrapped too neatly. Then, you had me intrigued later in my office when you told me to wait until I got home to open it."

Andy smirked, "Think you're funny, huh? I just so happened to have the shop wrap it. I learned after your last birthday present. Even I had to admit that wrapping job was terrible. Now, your office, well, I was a little distracted and wanted to spend a moment with you. The present could wait. I need to thank your kids for hanging all that mistletoe in both of your office doors," he grinned.

Sharon rolled her eyes.

"So, when am I going to get that present?" Andy asked. "It's Christmas after all. I can't run the risk of it sitting under that tree too long and possibly being regifted to random people dropping by."

"You think I would give your gift to a random person dropping by? Who might just drop by that would warrant your gift? I don't know now-maybe I will give your gift to someone else," she teased.

"Well, like I said, we didn't talk about gifts. I wasn't expecting one," Andy shrugged his shoulders.

Sharon stopped stirring and put her hands on her hips, "Andy, why wouldn't I get you a present? You're the only person I spend time with. We go out all the time, and as our children have so kindly pointed out repeatedly, they think we are dating. Now, I know after our discussion with the Nutcracker, we are both fine not calling this thing anything at the moment, but of course I got you a present. You're my boy- my friend who's a boy, so yes, I got you a present."

Andy smiled, "Thank you. I can't wait to see it, a gift from my lady friend."

Sharon smirked, "Of course, I also got the parking attendant downstairs a present too."

Andy stopped laughing, "Funny one, are we?"

"Well," she shrugged her shoulders, "I had to basically pay him off. He's the one who sees your car here all the time when we have our non-dates," she teased.

Andy chuckled too, and then he switched topics. So, part of why I was calling was Provenza.

Sharon raised her eyebrows, "Provenza? Really, Andy? You called me at 6:00 AM on Christmas morning to talk about Provenza? We certainly have other things we could talk about instead of Provenza," she said as she poured the last of the casserole into the pan.

"Looks great," he commented, as he watched her on the screen, "No, I wanted to discuss Provenza's lady friend, Patrice. Could you believe it? I told you he had to be dating someone."

Sharon giggled as she put the finishing touches on the casserole, "Oh, I know! It took everything I had to get everyone back to work. I wanted to grill her as much as you did. Yes, though, you are right. He had stopped poking in your business because he was dating someone."

"Can I get that recorded?" he joked.

"What?" Sharon asked distracted by her cooking preparations.

"You said I was right. Let's get that on tape. I can't believe he was going to take her to the beach for Christmas."

"He was going to take her to the beach?" Sharon stopped what she was doing to look at the screen. "You didn't tell me that."

"Oh, sorry, with that crazy case and all, I didn't get a chance to tell you all the details. Yeah, he told me about that. You saw her suitcase, right?" Andy asked.

Sharon nodded, "I did, but I for some reason thought she was going to stay with him. I didn't know they were going away."

"Yeah, well, after we finished the case, he caught me in the hall to ask me about nice places to eat. You know Provenza, he would take her to a steakhouse buffet for each date if he could. So, he stopped me and asked me to recommend some of our favorite places. That's how I know they guy is a goner. He's in love with her. He didn't haggle me about the two of us going out to eat all the time. He simply said, 'Flynn-give me the names of some of those places you take the Captain to dinner. I don't want to hear what you do there-just nice places to eat-you know, good atmosphere and all.' So, I did. I told him about the one we like near the beach."

"Oh, yes," Sharon smiled, "the food is wonderful. It's cozy and quaint, and I like all the dividers around the place. It's private and intimate. Shame you told Provenza. Now, we might run the risk of running into him there."

"Well, that's part of my idea. So, Provenza told me he was going to try and make it up to Patrice by taking her out to dinner tomorrow night. He had to see some of his kids and ex-wives now that he was staying in town for Christmas, but he wanted to take her out. So, how do you feel about a reconnaissance mission with me?"

Sharon started laughing out loud and put her hand over her mouth to quiet herself. She didn't want to wake the kids, "Andy, you are planning on spying on your best friend and his date?" she asked.

Andy nodded, "Most definitely. You think he wouldn't do the same to me if it wasn't you that I was going out with? The guy has given me grief over and over and over the past couple years about you. I figured we could spy on him, and after we get a little bit of information on his date, well, if you wanted to just happen for him to see us and not think we noticed him, well, we could give him a bit of a show too. He's never seen us out to dinner. He thinks we are all over each other, so I don't know, maybe give him a dose of what he's dishing out?"

Sharon stared at the screen, "I will never understand the two of you. So, you want me to go along, spy on him, get dirt on his date, and then pretend to be out with you, where he doesn't think we know he's there, and give him a show of his own?"

Andy nodded again, "Yup. You in? I mean, you have to eat, right, and that is your favorite place?"

Sharon rolled her eyes, "Why do I feel like I'm being setup in a Flynn/Provenza mess that could end up with police involved."

Andy smacked his hand on the table, "Pick you up tomorrow at 6:00. Maybe you can use your other Christmas gift then?"

Sharon raised her eyebrows, "Other gift?"

Andy nodded, "Yes, if you go back to that tree, there's another gift under there for you. That one is from me too. It's hidden at the back."

Sharon rolled her eyes and picked up the phone to walk back over to the tree. Buried in the back, even under some of the tree skirt, she found the gift and started laughing, "Now, that looks like an Andy wrapped gift."

"Hey, I did my best!" he smiled.

"Oh, I am sure. I'm sure my gift was your best work. I'm glad I volunteered to wrap all the gifts you got Nicole's family. Maybe that's what I need to get you-gift wrapping lessons."

"Or, you could save your money and just show me yourself next time," Andy shrugged his shoulders.

"Why do I have two presents now, Andy?" Sharon asked, and as she inspected it, she laughed more, "and Andy, why is the gift tag of Santa kissing Mrs. Claus?"

"Well, you are twice as special," he joked. "Maybe I just wanted to get you something else. I saw it and thought of you, and well for the gift tag, just totally random."

"Well, now you most definitely need to come over. I need to give you your gift too, and apparently unwrap this, unless an animal is living in all this paper mess," she joked. "As far as Mrs. Claus, well there's no comment."

Andy chuckled, "I can stop by earlier tomorrow evening if you want," he suggested.

"No, I should have thought of this earlier-why didn't I? Come over for breakfast. You are already up, so get yourself a shower, shave, and come over. You can eat with us and open presents. What, do you have a better offer on Christmas morning? I know you are going to Nicole's at lunchtime, so you've got to eat breakfast," Sharon smiled.

"I don't want to intrude. Besides, what would your kids think?" Andy asked.

"You mean, other than to think we are dating, and that their mom invited her-friend who is a boy-over for Christmas to spend time with her family? Okay, well, I think they think all that now, despite anything we tell them otherwise. So, are you coming?" she asked again.

Andy chuckled, "You drive a hard bargain. You sound a lot like my boss."

"She sounds like a lovely person," Sharon agreed.

Andy nodded, "Oh, she is. Hot too."

Sharon raised her eyebrows, "Hot? You mean as in physically hot?"

Andy laughed, "Well, no. Physically, she's as cold as ice. She'd agree with that. Lady can't get warm for anything, always burrowing into my coats. It's borderline harassment in the workplace. Now, her looks-that's where she's hot," he smiled and raised his eyebrows at her.

Sharon rolled her eyes, "Comments like that about your BOSS would be more than borderline harassment. Good thing she's understanding."

"Oh, she's more than understanding. In fact, she hasn't said it, but pretty sure she thinks I'm hot-both physically warm and a total stud," he smiled.

"A stud? Are you 20? I don't think your boss would ever say that," she added.

Andy nodded, "She probably wouldn't, but after the way she stares at me at work, she's at least thinking it."

Sharon scoffed at him, "Andrew, get over here. We'll eat whenever you get here."

"Okay, well, I'll get ready. Funny how you mentioned I should shave. You singled that out. Shower, shave, and come over. Any reason for that?" he smirked.

Sharon shrugged her shoulders at him and grinned, "No idea. I can't imagine I would say that. Now, your boss might-after those comments about her being hot, well, she just might want to slap you," she gave a slight giggle.

"Alright, I'm signing off before you hang up on me again. I'll see you in a bit, and don't let the boys eat all the Christmas cookies. I only got one yesterday," he complained.

"See you in a bit, cookies and all," she smiled, "and Andy, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Sharon."