Andy Flynn holds onto his wife tightly in bed. This is how they always slept. Rusty never understood it. He liked being sprawled out and was accustomed to taking up an entire queen sized bed. Drawing her smell into his nostrils, he smiles at her familiar lavender and vanilla scent. He snuggles his face against her hair once more.

"We need to get up." Sharon's voice, thick with sleep, sent shivers down his spine, "Time is it?" Her eyes still closed, she can sense the sun shining through the windows.

He groans, rolling to his back and letting go of her to check his wristwatch on his bedside table. He holds it above his head, "Almost nine."

"Nine? You didn't set the alarm?" She rolls back, looking at his face. There was something about her in the mornings, "Katie should be at school by now-"

"Eve said she would handle it last night." A guest in their home, Sharon's daughter's apartment had a major leak throughout the building. Some of the residents decided to stay as it was not harmful, but with Eve in her sixth month of pregnancy, the smell was intolerable to her.

"Eve?"

Andy nods, "You were sitting right there when she said it. She works at the same place, there was no reason for her not to be taking her all this time."

"Only an extra hour of sleep. She's three, Andy. She doesn't need to be there so early just because it would be convenient." Sharon pushes herself up, violet nightgown loosely covering her back, a black lace strap falls off her shoulder, "Provenza hasn't called yet?"

"Said he'd handle things unless a murder gets called in."

"I need to clean."

"We have a housekeeper. You don't need to clean." Andy places his hand over hers, "Come on. Lay back down. We're alone." He waves his eyebrows when she looks over her shoulder to him.

"That rarely ever happens." Sharon smirks, "We can sleep in."

"Or do...other things."

"If you are implying sexual activity, as you know, I like my tea first." She rises from the bed, walking around to the bedroom door. She pulls her silk robe on, "Want something?"

Andy groans, watching as she moves around the room, "Put the coffee on? I'll be down in a minute."

Sharon smirks, opening the door and pads down the hallway. The house they chose together was beautiful. Architecturally modern, with familiar comfortable accents. She and the designer went through the entire place making up each room. Something girly for Kate, of course, while the other two guest rooms remained neutral, Mac and Eve currently occupying one each. The crowning glory of the upstairs level must be the master bedroom, however. The bedroom Sharon and Andy Flynn share has rich woods, deep purple and masculine fabrics, not to mention a deep purple ceiling. The color not only was her favorite, but it relaxed her in a way. Andy never complained, he had a large television in the living room for sports and that's all he wanted. Bouncing down the stairs, she smiles at how clean and open everything is before walking toward the kitchen. She pauses when she hears a knock at the door. Sharon raises her eyebrows, wishing she had put on her glasses. She swings the door open to see a young man before her, "Yes?"

The muscular young man stands before her, olive green worn duffle flung over his shoulder and resting on his back. He looks to a card in his hand before looking up at her, "Is this Andy Flynn's place?"

"Why yes, it is. I'm his wife, is there something I could help you with?" She narrows her eyes in an attempt to try to make them focus more, "I can't see well, I apologize. Left my glasses upstairs."

"Oh." He nods, "I'm Matt Flynn."

Sharon raises her eyebrows, a smile growing across her face as she wraps an arm around the young man, "Why didn't you say so? Please, come in."

"Sorry about that." Matt nods. Larger built than his father, but the same height. His voice deeper and more refined as well.

"We weren't expecting you for a few more months. He's upstairs. Should be down in a minute. Come to the kitchen, I'll make you coffee...or tea...whatever have you." She nods, leading him toward the area, "Hopefully he brings my glasses with him."

"You must be Sharon." He finds himself studying his father's new wife, "Just as beautiful as I thought you'd be." He smirks.

"Oh?" Sharon places a hand absently to her chest, blushing, "Well...thank you, I suppose." She turns her back to him, putting on a cup of coffee.

Andy jogs down the stairs, "Before you touch anything, you left your glasses on your-" He pauses, seeing his son sitting at the kitchen island once he rounds the corner from the stairs, "Matt?"

Matt slides off his stool, "Hey, dad." The muscular man looks uncertain, the whole cloud of anger that Sharon once witnessed over a video chat vanished, not he was just a little boy who wanted his father.

"Holy shit." He rushes to his son, getting what he can pulled into his arms of the young man, "Matty." He whispers, feeling a tear escape from his dirt brown eyes. The animosity between them seemed to evaporate once the younger man's arms reciprocated the hold his father has on him.

Sliding her glasses onto her face, Sharon cups her hands over her nose and mouth, overwhelmed with the sight before her. She knew how much this moment meant to Andy. She knew it was the world to him, his son's forgiveness.

Matt moves back once they break apart, "It's good to be home." He nods slowly, "I was wondering if it'd be possible for me to crash here a week or so? Just until I find an apartment."

"You think you're going to find an apartment in a week?"

He shrugs, "Did before. If I'm determined, I don't rest until I achieve my goal."

Sharon offers him a smile, "Of course, you can stay as long as you'd like. I can see if Eve would mind staying with my parents-" She had given her parents the bungalow she was no longer using when her father alerted her that her mother wanted to move to be closer to them.

"Eve...your daughter?" Matt smirks a little, raising an eyebrow.

She nods, "Her apartment building had a leak. Not harmful to anyone, but she's sensitive to smells and she couldn't bare it. So, she's here."

He nods, "You don't have to move her. I can take the couch. I'll keep my things in Mac's room."

"You sure, son?" Andy tilts his head to the side, "We'll even put you up in a hotel if it would be more comfortable. A houseful of women isn't exactly-"

"Choose your next words very carefully." Sharon raises an eyebrow, smirking to him.

"Isn't exactly the worse thing in the world and it's great." He makes a face.

Matt chuckles, "Just the couch, if it's alright. I swear I'll help around the house while I'm here."

"Of course. This is your home, Matthew. That's how it is for all of our children, including you." Sharon smiles, touching his bicep and squeezing it gently to reaffirm her point. "Would you like me to order breakfast?"

Andy nods, "I'll have my usual. Matt, did you want something?"

"Oh, uh...Eggs, toast. Pancakes, sausage...some bacon..."

"Is there anything you don't want?" He chuckles, watching his son. He keeps a hand on the other man's shoulder, not wanting to let him go. "Only kidding. Go ahead and order, Shar."

"I'll get you some money-" Matt nods, reaching into his military issue green cargo pants for his wallet.

"Put it away." Sharon puts a hand up, dialing the number with her mobile phone.

"Your mother know you're back?" Andy picks the bag up, leading the young man upstairs.

"Uh." He shakes his head, "No. She wants to cut Mac off and treat her like a dog, I don't have time for her."

"Fine, but at least let her know you're back."

"No. She'll want to meet up and I don't want that." Matt shakes his head, "It will only make it harder." He looks into a room, "Kate's room?"

"What gave it away?" Andy teases.

He walks in more, smiling to the near neon pink trim and zebra print ceiling, sparkling chandelier. "She do this?"

"For the most part. I mean, Shar and the designer let her pick pretty much everything. I think it works." He shrugs, "I'm not sleeping in here, so I don't really give a shit."

Matt smirks, "It's nice to be home for good."

Andy pauses, swinging his body around, "You're finished?"

"Yeah. Honorable discharge." He nods, "So...I figured I'd set up shop here and LA."

"That's great, son. LAPD is always wanting to hire ex-military, if that's something you're interested in."

"I'll think about it." Matt knows his past may prevent that.

"Good." Andy grins to him, "I mean it. I'm glad you're home, son."

"Me too." He pauses, "Is it alright if I take a shower?"

"Of course. Towels are already in there in the closet." He motions for his son.

Matt nods, walking past his father and leisurely removing his short sleeved cotton shirt.