The moonlight and glow of the street lamps seep through the sides of the drawn shades of the Major Crimes office. A lonely black office lamp remains lit as a single detective scrolls through the listing of evidence from a single case. He sighs, running a hand through his silver hair as he reclines in his manager style desk chair. The man glances to his watch and leans forward, shutting off the lamp and standing, picking up his sports coat. He glances up, noticing his boss's office light still on. Turning off his computer monitor before walking toward her office, he slips on his jacket. Standing before the door, he attempts to sneak a peek through the closed blades on the large office windows. He smiles pushing the door open, looking to the woman before him.

The middle aged auburn haired woman lies on the sofa, seemingly taking a nap. Her black heels placed perfectly at the bottom of the seat while her hair drapes over the armrest, looking almost angelic.

Andy Flynn can't help but smirk as he walks over to her, kneeling before her as he strokes her cheek, "Captain." He whispers, picking up her black framed glasses from the floor where they had fallen to. When he realizes she's too deep in sleep, "Sharon." He says again.

Sharon Raydor jumps slightly, opening her mossy gray eyes, "Lieutenant Flynn."

"You fell asleep there." He smirks.

"Seems that way." She swallows, picking her hand up to wipe the sleep from her eyes ever so carefully before running the same hand through her hair, "How long have I been out?"

"It's almost eleven. I'm sure Rusty is home...worried sick." Andy shrugs, standing slowly and offering his hand to help her up.

Sharon smiles a little, placing her petite hand in his, sitting up, but letting it linger on longer. Realizing just how long she is touching him, "He's staying with a friend...from the Chess Club." She nods, attempting to smooth her shirt out, "It's eleven?"

He nods, "Almost eleven." He grins, "You're exhausted, Shar."

"I forgot what it was like to be a mother...and do my job at the same time." She shakes her head slowly, "I just need to get used to it once more."

"Why don't you let me take you home? Grab take out." He nods, watching her closely. They have a past, these two. She would be at the meetings after her husband left her. Her problem wasn't necessarily a problem, but she wanted to handle it before it became one, "Do you need a meeting?"

The words almost stung Sharon Raydor. "My problem was a long time ago, Andy. I've learned to take control of my life and my issues-"

"I started going fifteen years ago. That's where I met you." He nods, folding his arms, "Even though I screwed up plenty of times, that's why I kept going back."

His words take the woman back a bit as she stands, walking to her desk, "You kept going to AA for me?"

"To see you, yes."

"Well." Sharon blushes, smirking as well, "That's...I don't know, that's very flattering." She shuffles papers around her desk, she has a slight touch of obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to her desk being tidy, "I had no idea."

"Yes, you did." Andy nods, watching her, "You knew." He leans his hand out, containing her glasses.

She slowly looks up at him, taking the glasses from his hand, "How do you figure?"

"Because you stopped going."

"I didn't need it. People there were way worse off than I was. I realized I didn't have the problem I thought I did."

"That's bullshit and you know it."

Sharon nods, swallowing, "You said take out?"

"Well, the only thing that's open right now is McDonalds and Chinese."

"I'm not one for French Fries." She smiles to him, pulling on her blazer that was draped over the back of her chair, with a little help from him, "Thank you."

"You're too tired to drive."

"Yes, probably." She nods, tilting her head to the side as she picks up her simple purse and takes his arm, walking to the elevators with him, "We haven't done this in a long time." They step into the elevator car, waiting for the doors to close.

He nods, "Too long, probably." Flynn looks the woman in the eye and leans over, kissing her passionately.