Something in green...
That colour brought out her eyes, he thought, as he watched her walk into the room and move to the front of the murder board. She had her back to him, so he took the opportunity to let his eyes travel her length. She was wearing pants today, with more sensible boots. Although he enjoyed the look of heels and a skirt, part of him wished she always dressed with a mind to practicality. She didn't get called out to the scene very often, which was just fine by all of them. Provenza didn't want to share the spotlight, and increasingly Andy was glad Sharon wasn't at risk in the action. The few times she had been out were nerve wracking enough. However, if she was in boots, she could get out of the way faster. That was his theory, anyway. In truth she moved just fine no matter what she was wearing.
She turned and caught his eye. She knew what he had been doing, and she had a slight smirk on her face just for him. He used to get embarrassed when she caught him watching her, but now he simply matched the smirk and awaited her reaction. She was always the one to turn away first. Appearances must be maintained.
Continuing to smile to himself, he lowered his eyes to his own tie, resting against his teal dress shirt. It kept their inner-office rumour mill busy, wondering how he and their captain always arrived at different times, but sporting similar colour patterns in their clothing. He would never share the answer. Besides, the team needed a distraction.