A/N: I love Major Crimes and its fandom! After such a warm welcome from my other story, I had to write another. This was going to be something completely but then this inspiration struck. I read a great story where Jack attacked Sharon's ability in bed but I wanted to write a story where it was handled differently.

Disclaimer: Major Crimes does not belong to me… sadly.

Andy smiled as he waited, sitting on Sharon's bed in his black suit. "Tell me again why we have to go to this thing?" He asked fiddling with his emerald tie.

"Well, you don't have to go, if you don't want to. But I have to go because it's the winter gala for the Memorial fund and you know how Taylor feels about it. And, honestly we do need the money. So I have to go to play nice and hopefully get some funding. But, if you don't go, you get to stay at your place tonight." He could hear the grin in her voice.

"I mean, my stuff's already packed and here and I am already dressed… I guess I'll just go." His shit-eating grin enveloped his whole face. Of course he would go, and not for the implied sex afterwards or because he had already packed, but because it was the first time since they had gotten engaged that they were going to one of these events. And, since she had a ring on her finger, they no longer had to be discreet. He loved being there for her, to keep her from being too bored, but he was ecstatic to be able to have her on his arm, and to let the whole world know that this gorgeous woman was his woman. The door to the bathroom opened and Andy choked on his breath. "Absolutely breathtaking," he whispered.

A small blush crept up on her cheeks as she looked away from him. He stood and walked over to her grabbing her hands to get her attention. When her eyes connected with his, he took a moment to check her out while she was watching him. The emerald dress she wore matched his tie perfectly and fit her like a glove. The green accented her hair and eyes so beautifully that Andy couldn't form words for how beautiful she looked. He felt like a sap for the tears that tried pulling at the back of his eyes. He just felt so lucky. Not so long ago, his life was crumbling under addiction, but now, things were so much better and he couldn't have even imagined a woman better for him than the fiery beauty looking back into his eyes. Letting go of her hands, Andy slid his hands around her waist and pulled her into a hug, and kissing her neck. Pulling himself back together, he pulled away and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

She smiled at him, slightly wondering why he was acting so strangely, but loving the way that he's looking at her: like she is the most important thing in his world.

They pulled up to the gala venue, Andy making an offhanded comment about how the fund wouldn't be so low if they didn't rent such opulent places for these events. Sharon chuckled, knowing he was right but said nothing. Andy got out of the car and chucked the keys at the valet as he rushed to make it to her side before she got out. Extending his hand, he grabbed hers to give her the balance she needed to get out of the car in the tantalizing heels adorning her feet. When she was on her feet he brought her hand to his lips. Cocking her head to the side with a smile, she couldn't hold back any longer. "What's going on, Andy? You've been acting weird since I came out of the bathroom."

"I just love you so much, and it's been striking me like a club over the head all night," he whispered into her ear before kissing her cheek.

"I love you too, Andy." She smiled and kissed his lips. It was just a brush of her lips against his but a thrill ran up her spine as she realized that this was their first kiss in a public police affiliated place.

"Now, enough of this sappy stuff," Andy laughed. "Let's get in there so that I can show you off… in the most unmisogynistic way," he corrected at her look, making her smile.

Placing her hand into the bend of his elbow, she kissed his shoulder before leading him to the front door. Once they had entered, they located and walked to Taylor, figuring that talking to him would be the best place to start. They then began to mingle around the crowd.

Andy had just left to go and get them a drink when she felt a hand slide from the middle to her lower back. "You look so hot, Share-on," was humidly whispered into her ear. She forced her self not to jump away from his touch but she turned her head to match his gaze with her steely one.

"Are you going to remove your hand from my body or am I going to have to do it myself?" she asked icily, her threat evident to anyone who might have heard her words.

Jack chuckled as he moved his hand, "Come on, it's not like I haven't touched every inch of your body," he reminded her and she stiffened, silently thanking her lucky stars that the couple of donors had walked away right before he had slithered her way.

"You're drunk."

"You're correct," he chuckled, "as always."

"Here you go, Sharon," Andy stated as he handed her drink to her, his voice steely as well.

"So I see you've finally put a ring on my wife's finger. Gonna make an honest woman of her, Flynn?"

Andy's eyes shrunk to mere slits. "I don't know what you mean, Jack. Sharon is the most honest woman I know and as far as I, and the law for that matter, are concerned she is your ex-wife, not your wife."

"Oh, so she's stopped her whoring around then?" Jack asked as he downed the second half of his double drink.

"Come on, Andy, lets go find someone else to talk to." Sharon tried ushering him away before he got too angry.

Jack barked out a laugh. "Come on, Share-on, don't you think your future husband should know about your exploits? Did you really think that I didn't know about the men you fucked around with while we were separated? Some more than once, right? I don't know why, she was horrible in bed," He said to Andy as Sharon continued to try to pull him away. "Since you claim she's such an honest woman, she must not've let you touch her yet. I say you get her to let you try it so you know what you're getting into Andy-boy. She's not very good at anything other than just laying there. Luckily that's all it takes, ammiright?" Jack chuckled as he nudged Andy's shoulder. "But you might need to get her to do it more than once, because, from what I can remember, she cries the first few-" Jack was cut off by a swift punch to his face.

"Andy!" Sharon shouted as she grabbed his arm. Andy pulled away from her and picked Jack up off the floor.

"Don't you ever… ever talk about her like that again," Andy seethed. "Get yourself together, Jack, if not for yourself, then for your kids. How would they feel about the things you just said about their mother? The woman who stayed behind and took care of them and cleaned up the shit you left behind. The woman who dried their tears and tried her best to help them understand why you left them while also not turning them against you. You're one lucky son of a bitch to have her as an ex-wife so give her a break and fuck off." He began to walk away but stopped and turned back to him, "And it's Sharon, you moron." Andy wanted to tell him that he had, in fact, slept with his bride-to-be… many, many times. And that she was absolutely the most amazing bed partner he had ever had, and that she did so much more than just lay there. In fact, he couldn't remember a time where she had even allowed herself to be spoiled in that respect. She never let him do more than 25% of the work. He just thought he was lucky to find a woman that enjoyed doing all the work, no matter how frustrating it could be when he wanted to spoil her. Now, however, he was realizing that there were probably underlying reasons why he couldn't get her to stay still. But he wouldn't give Jack more fuel for his jealousy.

When he turned around, he made eye-contact with his fiancée. To anyone else, they would see the everyday, never-phased Sharon Raydor. He, however, saw the brokenness in her eyes. He had only seen her cry out of anything other than happiness once in the whole time that he had known her. He would never forget the look she had given him before she had burst into tears. It was the same one that she was giving him now. He had been shocked to see her go from stoicism to sobs so quickly but he knew now that he needed to get her out of there and out of there fast.

Grabbing her hand, he placed a kiss to her knuckles. Just like that the broken expression changed to one of fury and her gaze shifted to Jack who was crying, and walking towards her whispering "I'm sorry," over and over again.

"No, Jack, you're not," She stated mater-of-factly as she walked toward him. "Otherwise, you wouldn't continually do this. Stay away from me, Jack. The only time that you are ever allowed near me is for work purposes. Otherwise, I will have you escorted away. Is that understood?" He nodded. "Good. Andy," she turned to him, "let's go home." She walked past him to find Taylor, not waiting for him, still irked that he had tried to fight her battles for her but understanding where he had come from and grateful that he had not brought their sex life into it.

After saying their goodbyes, they left the gala. There was a heavy silence between them as they waited for the valet to return with their car. "I'm sorry, Sharon," he said but she shook her head.

"I'm not mad at you."

Andy chuckled dryly, "Beg to differ."

"No, really, Andy," she grabbed his hand and kissed the knuckles of the hand he had punched Jack with, "I'm not. I thought I was at first, because I can handle myself, but then I realized, you let me fight back as well, you just addressed what was said to you. And then I realized that I'm not actually mad at you, I'm just extremely pissed off with Jack."

"It's understandable," he whispered against her temple.

"It's- " she stopped, not sure if she wanted to say what she was about to. She threaded her fingers into his and took a breath before biting the bullet. "It's nice to not have to fight by myself anymore." He squeezed her hand and they made eye contact. Despite how badly he wanted he knew that she didn't want or need him to say anything back. He kissed her forehead right as their car arrived and he opened her door for her. Stopping before she got in the car, she turned to him, grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into a deep kiss, but right as she swiped her tongue across his bottom lip, she pulled away from him. "Take me home."

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please drop me a line to let me know what you think.