Thank you so much for all of your support for my prior stories! I appreciate every single person who takes time to read them. This is just a fluffy little drabble that was bouncing around in my head as we approach the midseason premiere, and it's a foray into a new style for me. It's how I imagine Andy feels working side by side with Sharon every day and then spending his evenings at home with her. As always, I welcome your thoughts and feedback, especially since this is not my usual style of writing.

I do not own Major Crimes or any of the fabulous characters. That honor belongs to James Duff and co. I just enjoy writing about them.


From Afar

When he's at work, he can only admire her from afar. Their personal and professional boundaries a necessity to ensure the success of both their careers and their relationship. He understands. He completely agrees. But sometimes, he finds himself longing for her, the real her that only he gets to know. It usually only happens during a tough case or a major setback or just a difficult time. He knows they'll reconnect later. Admiring her, though, is something that never ceases.

A seductive waft of her perfume as she walks by his desk on the way to hers (enclosed in her own private office).

A sway of her hips when she crosses the room to the murder board.

A start of a theory that will, undoubtedly, lead them to the answers they have been working tirelessly to uncover.

A realization that she internalizes, allowing it to turn over in her mind before sharing with the squad.

He often finds himself caught in her rapt. Happy to simply exist in her orbit. Proud to know her, to be her best friend, her lover. To share his life with hers. And his heart. He's mesmerized by the simple things.

The gentle swoosh of her beautiful auburn hair when she turns around.

The low cadence of her voice and the way it so genuinely conveys her mood.

The signature tapping of her heels which serve as a prelude to the arrival of long, toned legs that never fail to disappoint or distract.

The small looks that tell him that they are so much more than colleagues.

The soft, gentle touches that always leave him looking forward to later when he gets her all to himself.

Yes, Andy Flynn is well accustomed to admiring Sharon Raydor from afar. He has been doing so for weeks, months, years (so many that one might quantify them in decades). Even when they found themselves on opposite sides of the red tape, he noticed. He always noticed.

But his favorite way to admire her comes later when they're both home and in each other's arms. The warmth of her body heating his. The feeling of her enclosed in his arms something that he never wants to relinquish. When his kisses and touches tattle on his heart and hers reveal her own heart. It's in the intimacy of simply sharing space and in sharing so much more. It's between their sheets and cuddled on their couch. It's quiet dinners and big family affairs. It's everything and moments of nothing.

At work, he can only admire her from afar. But everywhere else, he can admire her up close.

And he does.

THE END