Hi people! Happy 2015! (I can still say that, right?)

This fic is probably going to have 4 to 6 chapters. The first two chapters are kinda short, the other ones will be longer and more detailed. This story is not beta read, all mistakes are mine.

It started 9 months ago, after they arrested the murderer of a five-year-old girl.

Neither of them had slept in 20 hours and – despite being worn out – they doubted that sleep would come easily.

Sharon was driving him home. He had wrecked his car while chasing the murderer – that disgusting son of a bitch – through the city. Andy actually wanted to take a cab but Sharon insisted on driving him. It was less out of kindness or amicability but more out of selfishness: She didn't want to be alone just yet. Rusty was spending the night at a friend's house and she really wasn't looking forward to be at her apartment all on her own. She usually didn't mind, today however she did.

Cases that involved children were always hard and as much as she tried not to get emotionally engaged, in the end she usually failed at keeping a distance. And this time hadn't been any different. She had still been objective enough to be able to properly work on the case but she had been unable of not thinking about her own children and all kinds of "what if" scenarios.

As a mother she knew how intense the love was you felt for your children. It was unconditional and eternal. You would rather feel pain than see your children in pain. You would rather die than see your children die. Losing a child destroys you. It is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. Even thinking about it made Sharon cry. She would go mental if anything ever happened to Emily, Ricky or Rusty. They were her precious little babies and she would break all the rules and laws in the world to make sure they were save.

It took them twenty minutes to get to Andy's apartment. They hadn't talked during the ride. They had been comfortable with the silence. They had needed it. To think and to mourn.

Andy got out of the car and Sharon was just about to drive off when he opened the passenger car door again. She looked at him confused and he asked if she wanted to come upstairs for a while.

Sharon gave him a tired smile and nodded.

He didn't want to be alone either.

She followed him into his flat. It was the first time she was there and she was surprised how clean it was and how much she liked the furniture. It was simple but classy and very manly.

He made her tea and suddenly she heard herself asking if she could spend the night. She was surprised about her own question and for a moment she wished she could take it back. But when he said yes without hesitating, it felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders.

Andy gave her one of his t-shirts to sleep in and showed her to the guest room.

Before Sharon closed the door behind her, she turned around, put a hand on his arm and whispered: "Thank you."

He nodded and smiled "Anytime."

Thanks for reading. Would love some feedback. The 2nd chapter follows soon. If you want it?