A/N: So, I have had a few other ideas lately and thought I would go ahead and be brave and post another one of them. This is once again a Shandy AU... This time set during The Closer era, starting during Old Money. I know this is not anything close to what we saw in the show, but it is an 'eh, what if.' The other characters will be in and out, so it isn't just Sharon and Andy. Same disclaimer: the characters are not mine, but I take full responsibility for any mistakes or ridiculousness. Thank you for reading!

With A Bit of Luck

After his partner had dumped him at his house, he had only had the strength to kick off his shoes and drop to the couch. Any further plans of moving to the bedroom were gone as soon as the cushions folded in around him. The couch was his home now, he would sit here until the end; or until he could move without feeling like he would explode.

Andy relaxed uncomfortably on his couch, dozing on and off as he tried to focus on his television. Although, Sports Center was doing nothing to help him forget about the pain in his side, or the fact he could not be out there investigating who had tried to have him killed. Instead, he was stuck in that zone of not quite being able to find any kind of rest, but also not quite being able to focus on anything else for more than a second or two. Just as he thought he would never feel like doing anything ever again, he heard a knock at the front door.

From his home on the couch, he grumbled lightly to himself, hoping whoever it was would just leave him in peace; he needed rest. Another knock had him briefly considering attempting to get up to answer, if only to yell at the dirtbag who was disturbing his recovery.

As he started to think of that idea as a solid alternative to the noise, he heard the jingling of keys and the turning of the lock. The door opened and the soft footfalls that sounded through the entry way told him it was not his partner dropping by to check on him, but the other owner of his spare set of keys.

"I know you have been through it," came a knowing voice behind him. "But, just because you ran into a friend does not mean you get to cancel our plans completely."

Andy rolled his head to the left to see Captain Raydor, keys in one hand and a bag of takeout in the other staring slyly down at him. He squinted up at her, "Yeah, well what can I say. I'm a popular guy. Lots of friends, lots of plans, sometimes I have to change them with little to no warning."

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, too bad many of those friends seem to want to kill you." She dropped the to-go bag onto the coffee table before gently sitting beside him on the couch. "Can't say the thought has never crossed my mind though either, but still."

Andy groaned slightly as the dip in the couch shifted his aching body, causing a tiny pull on his incision. She ran her hand along his hair line as he closed his eyes tightly and breathed out shakily, "Lucky me. Always did have a way with people. Bound to catch up with me at some point or another. Bad news for them, I don't go down without a fight."

She hummed in agreement, her hand now delicately cupping his cheek, "Isn't that the truth." She rubbed her thumb over the bandage just below his eye, "How are you holding up?"

"Just peachy. It doesn't feel anything like I have three dozen or so stitches in my side, like my shoulder is wrapped in fire, or like my head has been bounced off the pavement a few times." He rolled his eyes in her direction, "I mean if it wasn't for the sling and bandages I would have no idea."

"At least you haven't lost your unique charm and witty disposition," she reasoned pulling her hand away from his face to gently rub his uninjured shoulder.

"Shouldn't you be out gathering evidence?" He drawled, closing his eyes not able to play any longer. "I mean I would like to be cleared at some point. To get back out there and catch the assholes who had me stalked out of that meeting."

"I know, but you almost ruined that investigation by not picking up my hints. I was doing what I could to try to further that part of it along. Luckily you, or at least the Chief, understood what I was trying to not say, and I was able to send my evidence along to the lab." She eyed him cautiously, "So, since the tests take a little more time than I would usually be okay with, I decided to come over here. I knew you were being released. Thought you would be hungry. However, if for some reason you would rather be alone, then please continue to question my motives."

He sighed, "I know." He opened his eyes and nodded minutely toward the table, "What did you bring?"

"Oh, you think it's okay now to stop being snarky? Now that I've brought you food?" She teased before dropping her voice to a more serious tone, "Never mind that I was genuinely worried about you. Plus, you shouldn't have been released and then left alone. Your partner should have known you needed supervision, you have just been attacked."

She pulled away slightly recalling the earlier phone call...

"Captain Raydor," came Andy's voice over the line.

Sharon smiled into the receiver, "Andy, now I sincerely hope you haven't for-"

"This is Lieutenant Flynn," he interrupted.

His tone sent a surge of panic through her. In her living room she stood up abruptly, "Andy? What's wrong?"

"It's your lucky day," he stated without further explanation.

"Lucky day? No, I need me more information than that, Lieutenant. Are you still at the church?" She quickly gathered her things, and threw on her trench coat. He only hummed back at her before she continued, "I'm on my way. Flynn, you better be okay."

As soon as she hung up she quickly called in the incident and gave dispatch the address of the meeting. On her way out the door she tried to call Andy back, but there was no answer. Now sitting beside him in his living room, she shivered slightly at the memory of not knowing what she would find when she rolled up to the scene.

Andy felt her position change and flinched slightly at the movement. "Look, Sharon," he exhaled trying to turn his head to face her. "I know I probably scared you, hell I was scared myself. I am tired and pissed, but I appreciate you coming over. Provenza is Provenza. Sure he dumped me over here, but he is at least probably out there working to find the guys who did it. I don't really want to keep talking about all of that tonight though. So, let's not be too hard on the old guy, he tries."

Sharon waved a hand as she sat up, "He tries? More like he tries my patience. Well, actually all of you do. You are the only one though that drives me absolutely insane. Lucky day, I mean really Andy? Come on..."

Still lying back against the couch Andy lifted his left hand and patted her leg, "It'll be all right Sharon. I'm here. You're here. He's not. The team is out working. You are going to get through your reporting cycle, but for now there's food..."

As his voice trailed Sharon shifted forward to pull out the soup she had brought and placed it on the table. "Very true. Let's just focus on food and rest for now. I know it isn't much, but I figured something light would be easier on your system."

Andy pursed his lips and drawled, "Oh joy."

She laughed softly, "Well, if you rest and heal quickly... and stay away from dirtbags with knives, maybe we will be able to enjoy the dinner we were supposed to share."

"Deal," he stated still not moving from his cushioned position. "Okay, let's eat. I need food, and I need sleep. I don't know if you can tell, but I am a little banged up and it hurts like hell."

Sharon smiled, "I had noticed." She handed him the small bowl, "Here. Try this. It actually isn't too hot anymore. You could probably just drink it."

He took the soup and lifted it to his lips. After a couple tastes he handed it back, "Thanks, but I think that is good for now." Sharon took it back without a word. Andy closed his eyes again, "So, are you going to make sure I have supervision tonight? Or are you out of here?"

"I think I have some availability in my schedule, Flynn." She snuggled gently into his side, "After all we wouldn't want you to be alone if they came back to finish the job."

He moaned, "Don't even joke about that, Raydor. I would prefer to stay away from hospitals for a while."

"Sounds like a decent goal," she lifted her head and gently brushed her lips against his jaw.

"I guess that all depends on how many other people are out there waiting to get even with you."

He slowly wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, settling further into the couch, "Always the comedienne."

"Ye' Gods!" Provenza exclaimed from the center of the living room. He had entered his partner's home to check on him and now was wondering if he had the right house. "What am I looking at?"

Andy grunted at the noise as he struggled to open his eyes. He felt Sharon stretch beside him. "What?" He asked groggily, "Looks to me like you just woke up two people on a couch. And you call yourself a detective?"

"I know what it looks like, Flynn!" He yelled, "What I don't know is why? How hard did he hit you? I mean, do you know who that is?"

Sharon closed her eyes tightly and curled further into his side, "Andy, tell him to go away. I still have five minutes before my alarm."

"You heard her man," Andy said as he waved his uninjured arm in his partner's direction. "Five more minutes."

Provenza stood in front of his friend's couch in shock. He opened and closed his mouth a of couple times, unsure of even where to begin. "Five more minutes?!" He squealed. "Five more minutes, what in the hell? And why is she calling you Andy?"

"That's my name," he casually answered. "Nice to meet you, pleasure to see you, but please leave."

Provenza put both hands on his hips, his anger rising, "Leave? I came to check on you, and to let you know that we found a connection between you and dead Bobby Harris. So, Flynn, if you would like to know who sent the guy and why, I suggest you untangle yourself from the she-witch and get moving."

"Why does he always revert to name calling?" Sharon pouted as she delicately pulled herself away from Andy.

As she moved away he gently patted her shoulder. He turned his face in her direction, ignoring his reddening partner and reasoned, "Well, you have been known to possess some of those traits, Shar. But I will tell him it's rude to resort to name-calling. Especially this early in the morning."

"Traits? You mean that wonderful trait based in my uncanny ability to show up at the perfect time and whip everyone into shape?" Sharon raised an eyebrow at him, "To save your jobs and the reputation of the department as a whole? Those types of traits?"

Andy smiled, fully meeting her gaze, "Those traits. But I will have a talk with him about his name calling, deal?" Sharon smirked back at him, completely disregarding the grunts and grumbles of the other man.

"You have got to be kidding me? I am standing right here!" Provenza exclaimed, interrupting whatever game of teasing they were involved in. He pointed between the two of them, "This is revolting. And since when do you disagree with the names? You're the one who started them?"

"That is true. I mean really Andy, could you not have thought of something more original than a witch?" She rolled her head back in his direction. "I have tried so hard to develop my reputation as a strict no nonsense Captain, and you just reduce all of that to a witch? So original." After a beat she looked back at Provenza, her eyes sparkling, "Besides I am so much more."

"Sure are," Andy smirked, rubbing her back and bringing her attention back to him. "I apologize. I'll work hard to think of an appropriate alternative."

"Good," she patted his chest before fully shifting away and addressing Provenza. "Well, Lieutenant, as lovely as this morning has been, I have to get to work. You two behave. I already have one case going, I would hate to be dragged away from it to address one of your schemes."

Provenza's jaw dropped again, too offended to think of an on the spot rebuttal. He stood motionless as he watched her gather her things and leave the house. After the door closed he turned back to his partner, "What in the hell is going on?"

Andy shrugged his shoulders, wincing slightly at the pain from the fresh injury to his right one. "She came over to check on me. Brought me some soup. It was late and we fell asleep sitting here." He shifted marginally, preparing to stand, "Now, what can you tell me about the guy who hired Harris?"

"That's it? She came over with food, you fell asleep, and now that's it? We are just going to go straight into work talk?" He looked skeptically over at his partner, "I was wondering why she had all of the sudden seemed to be so much more cooperative. Ew Flynn… I just… ew."

Now fully standing Andy sighed in an attempt to control the pain, "Look Provenza, I've had a rough couple of days." He pointed to his sling, "Let's just catch the dirtbag who tried to kill me. Then you can go back to having a coronary about finding Sharon over here. I don't feel like going into details at the moment."

"Sharon? Details?" He spat out, "Ugh it's worse than I thought. How about we not go back to that. I want to burn all memory of this from my soul. You and the Captain are playing with fire..." He paused to help Andy balance, but could not completely drop the subject. "Idiots. I am not interested, and I don't want to know anything about it." He shivered in disgust, "Now, get dressed. Let's get you moving around and hit up the diner for a bite. I'll drive this time, but you are buying."

Andy rolled his eyes and muttered, "Of course I am."