I liked your dress today.
I'd like it better on the floor though.

Andy.

Hey, I saw you staring at me today.
Or at least certain parts of me. ;)

I do like that tie.

I hope so. You got it for me.

I know. It would look good next to my dress.

On the floor?

Where else?

Sharon rolled her eyes as she set her phone on the table, but a small smile tugged at her lips. It felt like ages since she had shared more than lingering gazes with Andy and even longer since they had touched each other. She could feel the evidence of how long it had been just by her reaction to his texts.

"Mom? Hey, Mom." She shook her head and looked up to see Rusty standing beside her, his phone in one hand and his backpack in the other. She glanced at her watch and realized he was running late for class. "Can I borrow your phone for a second? Mine's freaking out and I just need to text Buzz." He held the phone up, but whatever was on the screen made no sense to Sharon.

"Yeah, sure," she answered, nudging her phone toward him. "Ask Buzz if he can help with your phone too. If it doesn't stop "freaking out," at least." She leaned back in her seat and glanced at her watch again, just as her phone dinged with a text message.

It took a second for the sound to process in Sharon's mind and another second for the meaning to follow.

"Wait, Rusty," she tried, but her son's face had already paled and he locked her phone.

"I gotta go." He practically threw her phone at her and turned around in one move, out the door before she could get another word out.

She groaned loudly and leaned her head back before she forced herself to enter her passcode and look at the text that had come through from Andy.

I'd like to see you in my bed.

"Oh, god," she whispered to herself, another groan following her words as she set her phone on the table again and shook her head. She could feel the heat on her face and knew she was a spectacular shade of red.

She thought about responding to Andy in one way or another, but instead locked her phone and slipped it into her pocket as she stood up. She placed her empty mug of tea into the dishwasher and grabbed her purse and keys, trying to push the event from her mind as she hurried into work.

She hoped Andy would forget their conversation as she slipped into her office, ignoring her phone and the few times it had gone off in her ride to work. She left it in her pocket and closed her blinds, glimpsing Andy and Provenza walking into the murder room just before they closed. It took Andy all of two minutes to knock on her office door and step inside. She hurriedly opened the closest stack of paperwork and forced herself to wait a moment before looking up.

"Andy." She wasn't sure what to say, Rusty's face suddenly filling her mind. She closed her eyes for a moment to try to force it away.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Since you, uh, didn't respond earlier…" He shifted his weight and crossed his arms; she was grateful he had shut the door and the blinds were closed so no one could see how her face flushed.

"Rusty had my phone," she finally said, unable to look at him.

"Your—Jesus." Andy groaned and she couldn't hold back a nervous giggle. "Rusty saw?"

Instead of responding, another giggle slipped from her lips and she leaned against her desk in a desperate attempt to control herself. Instead, she continued giggling until it was uncontrollable and Andy's confusion radiated off him in waves.

"I don't see the humor in this, Sharon. Your son saw us practically… That's like your kid walking in on…." He couldn't finish a sentence and Sharon's laughter was only distracting and confusing.

"Andy…" she managed, wiping at her eyes as she continued trying to control herself. "It's… We're not teenagers anymore. I'm almost 60 years old and my son caught us…" She gestured between them, unsure of how to phrase what they had been doing.

"And that's funny?" he asked, stepping forward to lean against her desk.

"God, no. It's absolutely mortifying!" She wiped at her eyes and looked up at him; Andy was taken aback by how beautiful she looked while laughing so hard she cried. He couldn't remember ever seeing her laugh so hard. "It's so mortifying, it's funny."

He shook his head and sat on the edge of the desk, his legs stretched out in front of him. "Okay, how about we not do that if our phones are in reach of someone else, hm?"

"If was your text that started this," she huffed, raising an eyebrow as she looked up at him. She sounded composed, but he could see the mirth just barely concealed in her wide, dark eyes.

"Oh, but it was your phone that you handed to your son," he countered, trying to keep his grin off his face.

"We're both at fault then," she finally decided, leaning forward to rest her hand on his thigh. She glanced at the door just to make sure it was still shut. "And I'll make you a deal."

"Oh?"

"If your tie ends up on the floor next to my dress tonight, and no one mentions this… incident again, it'll all be forgiven." A sly smile drew at the corner of her lips and Andy allowed his grin to show.

"Deal," he agreed, leaning forward to kiss her quickly.

He stood before she could react and opened her door, winking before he disappered out the door and left it open behind him.