A/N: I've been lurking in the shadows for a while now, and since the beginning of this story has been sitting on my computer just as long I figured I should go ahead and post it. This is my first dabble in the land of Major Crimes fanfic, but hopefully not the last…if they would just give in to our Shandy demands ;-) All mistakes are mine, though hopefully there aren't too many.

I don't own anything associated with Major Crimes, I'm just here to play.

All It Took Was A Kiss

Chapter 1

Sitting at his desk Andy Flynn felt the presence of someone behind him seconds before he heard the looming figure's rough familiar voice grumble something that vaguely sounded like "Well?"

Flynn temporarily looked away from his computer screen and over his shoulder to see Louis Provenza standing with his arms crossed, waiting impatiently for a reply.

"Well, what?" Andy answered, returning his attention in front of him.

"Are you going to tell me how it went?"

"How what went?"

"Don't play games with me Flynn, you know damn well what I'm talking about."

Quickly glancing behind him again Andy made sure Sharon Raydor hadn't snuck unnoticed into her office, even though he knew she wasn't there. He'd been watching and waiting for her to arrive for the last hour. If she'd entered the murder room he would've known. He'd have felt the unexplainable tingle that ran up his spine whenever she was near. It was a sensation that he had no control over, his body seeming at times to pick up on Sharon's presence even before he laid his eyes on her.

Since taking Sharon to his daughter's wedding all of his senses had become heightened where she was concerned and it was only now that Andy was beginning to understand why. His thoughts had become overrun with her, despite his constant fight to push her from his mind.

The decision to accept his growing feelings for her had opened up a whole new set of problems, ones that he knew could very easily rip him to pieces if he let them get out of control. But there was a part of him that wanted to lose control. He was willing to risk his heart if it meant there was even the slightest chance that he could be something more to her than a friend.

"It went good…it was great…" Flynn trailed off, hoping Provenza's imagination would steer him in a number of directions, one of which might lead him to drop the subject.

Provenza tilted his head, his left eyebrow lifting as he tried to get a read on Flynn's emotions. "It was great?" he repeated.

"Sure," Andy replied, trying his best to sound nonchalant. "I took her to dinner and then we went to see the nutcracker…everyone was happy to see her again."

Provenza placed one of his hands on Flynn's desk, the other resting on the back of his partner's chair as he bent forward, his voice lower when he spoke. "Dinner? You didn't mention anything about dinner."

Andy rolled his eyes. Provenza was the last person he wanted to be having a conversation with about his evening with Sharon. Even though they were virtually alone in the murder room this early in the morning, it made him feel exposed to be saying the words out loud.

"Look," he said defensively, "it was just a simple gesture to thank her for agreeing to go…nothing more."

The older lieutenant stood up staring down at Andy, not blinking, and for a moment Flynn wasn't sure if he was even breathing. "Why don't I believe you?"

The two men had known each other a long time and Andy had assumed that Provenza would eventually start asking questions about Sharon, he just hadn't thought it would be so difficult to answer him. Flynn shrugged his shoulders in response and Provenza immediately picked up on his hesitation.

"There's something you're not telling me Flynn."

Andy sighed, knowing that it was pointless to try and convince the other man that everything was business as usual when it was anything but that. His mind worked overtime to try and construct a plausible lie, but Andy knew with each second that ticked by Provenza was seeing right through him.

Letting out a long deep sigh Andy's eyes scanned the room one last time before deciding it might be better if he talked to someone about what had happened. Even if it was Provenza.

"Okay, I kissed her," he whispered, the thudding of his heart echoing loudly in his ears.

Provenza's bottom jaw dropped, his inability to speak only lasting a few seconds. "You what!" he spat.

Andy jumped to his feet, his anxiety and anger uncontrollable as he pushed his chair away. "It just happened alright, it was an accident!"

"Oh of course," Pronvenza scoffed, "I can imagine dozens of scenarios where you might accidentally end up with your lips stuck to the Captain's."

"I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, you know just to say goodnight, then the next thing I knew…"

"God damn it Flynn! What the hell were you thinking? Now the rest of us will pay because of your screw up."

Andy knew what he'd done could make things awkward, and he was also aware that the feelings he had for Sharon were dangerous and that his actions could affect more than himself. But no matter how many times he told himself what he felt was inappropriate, that he could never have what he truly wanted, the more his heart and mind rebelled.

"It wasn't like that…she actually…she kissed me back."

Provenza took a step back and looked Andy over. "Did you hit your head or something?"

"What?" Andy asked, confused for a moment before Provenza's words sunk in. "No! Why is it so hard for you to believe that she'd kiss me back?"

"You don't want me to answer that."

"I knew I could count on you for moral support."

Provenza began to walk away, pointing his finger at Flynn. "What you need is a reality check."

Andy shook his head. He refused to let his partner sway his thoughts. "I think that maybe we…that Sharon and I…"

"Don't say it Flynn...and will you stop calling her Sharon!"

"I think there's something between us, I mean it, something more than friendship."

Provenza threw his hands in the air. "I'm telling you now Flynn, do not go there. Find a way to fix this before it goes any further. Tell her you're sorry, that it'll never happen again, and then just drop it…trust me, no good will come from this."

"I don't want…" Andy's voice trailed off as he watched Sharon enter the murder room and head towards her office.

The swift clicking motion of her heels on the tiled floor as she strode in, and the way her body gracefully commanded instant respect, had Andy mesmerized. He'd admired her figure before, but now she seemed to radiate a glow that had gone unnoticed until this moment. He couldn't look away and he couldn't hide the way he was drawn to her, even if he wanted to.

She smiled as she approached the two men, her expression giving away nothing. "Good morning gentlemen. Lieutenant Flynn, do you have a minute?"

Andy nodded, releasing the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He watched her move towards the door to her office, unable to stop himself from admiring her a bit longer. His gaze dropped from her swaying hips down to her legs, a restrained groan rumbling in his chest.

Tearing his eyes away from her Andy glanced at Provenza, who glared back, mouthing the words, "fix it."

Flynn frowned at him, before following Sharon into her office and closing the door behind him. She walked around her desk, putting down her handbag and the pile of folders she was carrying, Andy shuffling nervously on his feet when she looked up at him.

"Andy, I think we need to talk about what happened last night."

"Okay."

"I don't think we should let that happen again."

Andy felt like he had a boulder stuck in his throat, but he swallowed against it, clearing his throat. "Oh…but I thought…"

"Professionally it would complicate things, you understand that right?"

Andy could see she was trying to take control of the conversation, and suddenly realized this could be the moment he won or lost her. If he let this go now, there was every possibility that whatever was between them would be over before it even had a chance to begin. He didn't want that to happen, nor was he going to let the fact that she was his superior mean she could walk all over him, despite being at work.

"It would only complicate things if we let it," he protested.

"Andy, that might be easier said than done, especially when we have no control over how other people will react."

"I don't give a damn how other people react. Sharon, what about what we want?"

"But there are rules…"

Andy rolled his eyes, he should've known she'd bring up the rules. He'd suspected she'd bring up her marriage to Jackson, and it was a momentary lapse in judgment to think the rules wouldn't come up at one point in this conversation as well.

"But we wouldn't be breaking any rules. You kissed me Sharon, can you tell me that didn't mean anything?"

He noticed a slight blush creep up in her cheeks. On the surface she appeared calm and in control, it was a façade she'd perfected over the years. He knew it well, and had been on the receiving end of that ice cold stare on more occasions than he could remember. But things were different now, he understood her better and had come to admire the part of her that was committed to her work. Underneath that tough exterior she was caring and gentle, and as he'd seen last night, vulnerable.

Sharon evaded his question, offering instead another reason to shoot his hopes down in flames. "It's safer if we just stay work colleagues and friends."

"Safer for who?"

"For both of us, for our jobs."

"Just tell me one thing and I'll leave this alone. Tell me that when we kissed you didn't feel anything."

Sharon remained silent, her eyes pleading with him not to make this more difficult than it already was. But Andy couldn't stop himself, he refused to just forget what had happened. He'd barely been able to sleep last night, and she'd been the first thing on his mind when he'd woken up.

The memory of their kiss was still so clear in his mind. He could still feel her body pressed gently against his, the softness of her lips as they brushed against his making him feel dizzy. Her delicate yet all-consuming scent had been ingrained permanently into his brain, the soft whimper that had escaped her replaying in his mind over and over throughout the night.

Andy wasn't prepared to just let it all go, he wanted more. He needed more.

"I felt something, and I can still feel it now," he told her, walking around her desk to stand beside her.

"Andy…" It was barely a whisper, but he heard the longing in her tone all the same. She was trying to deny her feelings, for whatever reason she didn't want him getting as close, or closer, than he had last night.

He could understand that she'd have fears, she wouldn't be human if she didn't, but he wanted to try and work through all that. No matter what it took, Andy couldn't just let what was happening between them slip away.

"Tell you what, I'll kiss you right here right now and if you can honestly say there's nothing between us then we'll never talk about it again."

Sharon shook her head, though she refused to look at him. "It's not that simple, and I'm not letting you kiss me here."

Andy felt a flicker of hope that she hadn't said no outright and he latched onto it like a drowning man. "Then name the place. I'll take you to dinner, the theatre, whatever you want."

"So you're saying you'd take me out on a date just for another kiss?"

"In a heartbeat...and isn't that what dates are for anyway," he smirked.

Neither of them acknowledged the fact that they had somehow progressed from there being no chance of a relationship to possibly going on a date. Andy understood her concerns about work but he was also aware that they wouldn't be the first people who found themselves in these circumstances.

"You're forgetting something else, I'm a married woman, Andy."

"C'mon Sharon, that is not a legitimate reason…it wasn't last night, and it's not now. Whatever your reasons are for not getting a divorce, I don't believe that love is one of them."

His words hung in the air for what seemed like endless silent moments. Andy instantly felt his confidence waver, did he subconsciously already believe that he was in love with her?

The built up tension that had been crackling between them turned slightly awkward, and Andy knew he'd gone too far. If she was scared before, then she'd be terrified now.

Finally the sound of Sharon's voice broke the silence. "I don't think we should talk about this anymore, not here."

"So let me take you out to dinner," he reasoned. "No interruptions and no onlookers. We need to talk about this Sharon."

"Okay," she finally agreed with a sigh. "Dinner. But just because I don't want to talk about it here."

"Dinner then, I'll organize it."

Andy tried his best to keep the grin that threatened under control as he walked towards the door. As much as he wanted to linger a bit longer, he didn't want to give her the chance to change her mind.

He opened the door and gave her one last long look before walking out and closing it, hoping she would follow her feelings and that she'd realize his were genuine.

Provenza looked at Andy suspiciously as he sat back down at his desk, appearing to go back to work. "So, did you fix it?"

"Not yet, but I'm working on it," he grinned, before adding. "Though probably not in the way you had in mind."

The older lieutenant leaned his elbows on his desk, his head falling forward into his hands. "Damn it Flynn! I don't get paid enough to have to put up with your crap."

TBC…