Disclaimer: Sadly these characters are not mine, but any mistakes are.

The early morning air was cool as Andy Flynn leaned against the side of her car, in jeans and navy blue t-shirt, his body rested between her legs. Pulling her closer, she let her legs snake around him. He gently nuzzled his nose in to her tangle of auburn hair, the scent of vanilla and pears filling his senses. "I don't want you to go. It's already late or early depending on which way we look at it. Stay….Please."

Sharon Raydor leaned back from him, gently tracing his jaw with her index finger, "Rusty is expecting me at home. It's not that I don't' want to stay, but I can't. Not yet…Besides, how many times have we both come home from a crime scene this time of night."

Knowing she was right, he kissed her once more, gently on the lips, Andy pressed his forehead to hers, "I love you."

"I love you too. You're not making this easy for me, you know." She smiled.

"I know…I'm sorry," he grinned, stepping back and letting her slide down from the hood of her car.

"Liar," she laughed, gently swatting him on the chest.

Holding her by the waist, they slowly walked around to the driver's side of her car. Andy opened the door and held her hand as she got in. Kneeling despite the cracking in his knees, he gave her one last kiss goodnight. "Let me know when you get home. And not the parking garage…all the way in the condo…okay?"

"Yes, Lieutenant," she smiled. "See you in a few hours."

Andy stood for a few minutes on his front porch as he watched her drive away, his heart full. He still had to pinch himself sometimes. In the last few years, Sharon had become his best friend and now she was more than he ever dreamed of. He was pleasantly surprised when she showed up at his house tonight unannounced. Dress casually in black Uggs, leggings and red long sleeve tunic, Sharon sat curled up on his porch swing when he pulled into the drive after his meeting. A bag of their favorite pasta and Caesar salad from the little Italian place not far from his house sat on the porch beside her. As he thought back to their conversation from earlier tonight, he couldn't help but grin.

"Andy, I've made a decision and I hope you will agree with it."

He watched as she pushed the food around on her plate, not really eating. His chest constricted with concern as he wondered where she was going with this line of conversation. "Okay, what decision is that?"

"I think… we…" she stood quickly, taking the two steps that separated them and knelt beside him, gently cupping his cheek with her hand. "I've decided to inform Taylor of our relationship. It is way past time…well not based on the rules because the rule actually states…" His lips crashed into hers cutting off all words and thoughts. She deepened the kiss as he pulled her onto his lap. Her arms snaked around his neck as he teased her mouth with his tongue. After a few minutes, she pulled back and looked at him, her jade eyes on fire with love and desire. "I guess that means you agree."

He traced his finger down her nose and along her jaw. "That would be a yes."

"Good." she smiled, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Stepping back inside his bungalow, Andy began to busy himself in the kitchen cleaning up their plates from dinner. He didn't want to do it while Sharon was there; he wanted to spend what little time they had together cuddling on the couch. She let him go further tonight than he had ever been, but he respected her need to wait. He knew it had been a long time since she had been with anyone and he was more than willing to wait until she was totally ready. She had taken so many big steps in the last few weeks. She even surprised him more when she agreed that they should exchange keys tonight. The sound of his cell phone ringing brought him from his thoughts. Picking up the phone, Andy was surprised to see Sharon calling since she had not yet had enough time to get home.

Smiling, "Hey sweetheart, there's no way you could already be home," he answered.

"Andy."

Immediately, Andy knew something was drastically wrong just from the way she said his name. "Sharon… what is it? What's wrong?"

Her voice was low and strained, "Andy, someone is following me, a black Ford F-150."

Panic seized his chest; quickly, Andy opened the app on his phone to record their call. He didn't need to ask her if she was sure, because the one thing he was more than sure of is that Sharon Raydor never over-reacts.

"Sharon, I need you to turn around and come…"

"I did." She interrupted. Her voice had never sounded so panicked to him, "Andy, now there is something wrong with the brakes on my car. I'm having trouble…Oh my god…Andy! He's trying to run me off…Andy!"

"Sharon! Sharon! Talk to me damn-it!" Andy paced around his living room, tightly clutching his cell phone as the sound of screeching tires and mangled metal reverberated over the speaker. Andy held his breath, cursing himself for no longer having a land line to call Provenza on. Glancing at his phone, he silently said a prayer when he saw the call had not dropped. "Sharon? Sweetheart…Please…talk to me…Sharon, can you hear me?"

"Andy." She moaned his name. "I hit…a…light pole…the airbag…Andy…" her voice suddenly rising an octave. "Oh! He's right here…I can…see him in the…mirror…Andy…I can't reach my purse…my gun…Andy…Please!"

In a calm voice that did not sound like his own, "Sharon, I need you to tell me what he looks like?"

"He's coming…Andy!" she answered in a voice so raspy; he had to concentrate to hear her.

"Captain Raydor…I need you to describe the suspect!" he demanded stridently.

She let out a cough like moan and he could hear her drawing in her next breath, "white, 25 to 30, long dirty blond hair pulled back…he…6'2 maybe…scrubs…he has on light…light blue scrubs…a surgical mask…I can't see his…face…Andy?" Her breath caught and she moaned as she tried to cough again. "Take care of Rusty…and Ricky…Emily…I love them…Andy…I love you…"

"I love you too sweetheart; everything is going to be okay."

"I'm so sorry…"His heart broke into a million pieces as her voice caught and she began to cry. "Sorry, I made you wait….for us…I…"Her voice caught again and she let out a strangled sob. "Oh my…god! Andy…he has a…knife…he's here…he…Andy…please…help me…Andy!" Her voice was drowned out by the sound of shattering glass. "No…Please don't…Please!"

"Captain Raydor begging…hmmm that has a nice ring to it," the voice was strong and with a slight southern accent.

"What do… you want?" she rasped.

"I think that is fairly obvious, Captain or should I call you Sharon now that we're going to get to know each other much better. You know, I didn't think it was possible but, you are even more beautiful than she is." He replied as he reached out to touch her cheek, "Really just extraordinary, I must say. Those beautiful green eyes, and your hair…I can't wait to run my fingers through your beautiful, long hair. I've never been attracted to an older woman before, but I'm going to make an exception to that rule just for you, Sharon." the man crooned.

"You? …Andy, He…Please…No…No…Emily...Please Emi…" Her muffled cry was smothered out by something being placed over her mouth.

Having enough, Andy's voice boomed over the speaker of Sharon's car, "If you hurt her, you son of a bitch…I will personally…"

"Ah! You must be Lieutenant Flynn, the boyfriend. Andy, Andy, Andy…You've got yourself quite the catch. Your Captain is a very beautiful woman. But I guess you already know that, but too bad she's with me now." the voice interrupted.

"She won't be with you for long. I'm coming for her, and if she's hurt when I find her, you piece of shit…"

"I think it is a little late for that…she's already hurt. And believe me when I say, you won't want her anymore after what I have planned for her..."

"Sharon! Sharon… Please say something…Sharon?" Andy cried.

"She can't hear you now Lieutenant…Say goodbye." Andy stared at his phone as the call disconnected.