A/N: The story starts off a little rocky, but I promise Shandy will happen, eventually. Unfortunately, I don't own the amazing cast or characters, they are the fine creation of Mr. James Duff. I'd love to hear your thoughts and ideas, so feel free to comment or PM me!
It had been two weeks since Rusty pointed out that she and Flynn spent a large portion of their time together. It had been one week since the Major Crimes team was in a shoot out, one week since Andy was shot. It never should have happened that way, the team went to a suspected kidnapper's house and began to clear it. No one knew the suspect was hiding in a closet, .45 caliber glock in hand. When she heard the shot she had ran across the house, not thinking twice before shooting the son-of-a-bitch square between the eyes. Andy lay on the floor in a pool of his blood, a dark red soaking through his shirt and jacket right below his rib cage. Sharon had removed her jacket and placed it on Flynn's wound, applying pressure as best she could without injuring him further. Her face was tear-stained and her eyes were watery, his blood turning her hands a velvety-red.
She had told the team it was okay, that they needed to find the missing child. They unwillingly agreed and Provenza had called for both an ambulance and a coroner's van.
"Andy it's okay..." She had switched into Sharon-mode, trying to comfort her best friend, "Andy stay with me, the paramedics will be here soon."
"It's okay Cap." He replied, his eyes flitting around as he tried to focus, "It's just a flesh wound. I've seen worse." Both of those statements she knew to be false, but she let out a breathy chuckle anyway.
"So I guess we have to cancel dinner for tonight." She said slightly jokingly but had meant it in all seriousness.
"I guess so." Andy said, closing his eyes.
"Andy! Andy wake up! Andy!" The paramedics rushed in and placed Andy on a stretcher.
"Hello," Sharon said, trying to interrupt the hustle, "I need to go with him. He is my lieutenant."
"Come with us ma'am." One had replied and took her to sit on a bench seat in the interior of the ambulance.
"Andy." She whispered and wiped her eyes as the paramedics attached him to monitors and began assessing the damage, "Andy can you hear me?"
"He was still unconscious as the medic placed an oxygen mask over his face. The beeping monitors told her that his heart rate and pulse were low. She reached out and carefully held Andy's hand, covering her red and teary eyes with the other. She peeked through her fingers as the medics applied gauze and tourniquets to Andy's wound. If he didn't survive, he needed to know.
"I love you Andy. I love you."