"Andrea?"
All Sharon received in response was a quiet hum from Andrea, who was clearly immobilized from exhaustion. Sharon raised her eyebrows in response; Andrea was slumped on the couch, still in her suit, staring at the television, which was fixed on Adult Swim. Peter Griffin's laugh was loudly blaring through the living room. Sharon quietly removed her shoes and walked up behind the couch, placing a hand on Andrea's shoulder.
"Babe, what on earth are you watching?"
"I lost the remote, and I'm too tired to get up and look for it."
Sharon's brows creased. Andrea had learned to put emotional distance between herself and her work, but this particular case had hit her personally. Any cases involving children was challenging for them both, and emotional exhaustion always took a much greater physical toll on Andrea than long hours at the office. Sharon bent down and lightly pressed her lips to the top of Andrea's head, squeezing her shoulder, before heading to the kitchen to pour them each a drink.
It was a scotch night for Andrea. Sharon reached for the ice, only to find herself doubling over in laughter when she opened the refrigerator door. The remote was nestled comfortably next to the giant bucket of Ben n Jerry's that Andrea had insisted on buying during their last grocery run. The freezer definitely wasn't the strangest place Andrea had left the remote; that title belonged to their last vacation, when Sharon opened up her toiletries bag in the Caribbean to find their television remote tucked under her foundation.
Armed with Andrea's scotch, Sharon tiptoed towards the living room. Andrea was in the exact same position, only now her feet were propped up on the coffee table. Sharon slowly drew the remote up and in an instant,
"JESUS CHRIST SHARON!"
Andrea jumped in her seat before reaching down her shirt and pulling out the remote. She threw a confused glare at Sharon, who tucked herself next to Andrea and was giggling like a schoolgirl.
"It was in the freezer!"
Andrea stared at Sharon, the hand accusingly holding the remote frozen mid-air. As realization dawned on her, she broke out into a smile. She had come home from work, picked up the remote to turn on the TV, and stood in the kitchen while eating ice cream straight out of the bucket.
"So clearly sticking a frozen chunk of plastic down my shirt was a good idea. You are so mature sometimes," she laughed, pulling Sharon to her and depositing a quick kiss on her lips. As much as she admired and respected Captain Raydor, Sharon was the one who came home at the end of the day, and Sharon was the one who never failed to cheer her up, even on the roughest of days.