"Ahhh, the father of the bride decided to grace us with his presence this morning," Provenza called out to Andy as he walked toward his desk. Provenza was still in his "morning paper mode" with his feet on his desk as he finished his reading. Years ago, Taylor, who had been walking by his desk, had asked him if that was productive time for an LAPD detective, to which Provenza had fired back that it was, with a lengthy explanation of the "clues" he could find in the newspaper related to different cases. Since then, no one had commented on his daily ritual.

"I'm not late," Andy fired back at him as he looked to his watch. "I'm here, normal time, 7:15 for me, even in a good mood," he smirked at Provenza. "Besides, Buzz and Amy aren't even here yet, so don't call me late."

"I'm here," Amy called as she walked in behind him. Andy arrived at his desk and turned on his computer. He looked over to Provenza who now, with Andy there, had no reason to look at his paper anymore; he could torment Andy. Amy put her things on her desk and sat down. She looked around the room. "How was the wedding, Lieutenant?"

"How long has she been here?" Andy, looking at Provenza, hooked his thumb toward his chest, indicating Sharon, but he didn't turn that way or show any sign he was discussing her.

"Beats me," Provenza gave a small shake of the head. "She was already working in her office when I got here at 6:50. I dropped off Rusty at school," he waved, "some chess thing he's doing all day, and I was surprised she was already here too. I haven't wanted to bother her, figuring if she wanted to talk to any of us, she would come out of her office. You two did go to the wedding, didn't you? It would have been just like you to try and back out at the last minute."

"Of course," Andy gestured his hand in the air. "I have tons of pictures of the wedding. Nicole looked beautiful. I'm really glad I went."

"More like, you're glad the captain made you go," Amy raised her eyebrows at him and then turned back to her computer. "I'm glad you went, Lieutenant. Not a cool move to miss your own daughter's wedding; it just wasn't my place to tell you that."

Andy glanced toward Sharon's office, but she was hard at work, focused on what looked like a report she was reading and signing, but her blinds were open, so it couldn't be that bad. He turned back to the team, "Yeah, yeah, I realize I was an idiot. I made it and walked her down the aisle with that moron stepfather of hers."

"Sir, I'm sure your daughter was glad to have you there," Julio offered a small smile and nod.

"Andy, how did the captain do with your family?" Mike asked as he pushed his glasses up on his nose and turned to him. The rest of the team looked to him for that answer, and he just shrugged and gestured to them.

"She was great, the perfect buffer," he added, nodding. "She ticked off my ex-wife, simply for the reason she was there, and Nicole thought it was a surprise, a good surprise, I brought a date, even if," he held up his hands in defense, "it was not a date at all, just a friend helping out a friend. Try explaining that to my family, though," he rolled his eyes.

Provenza raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure Sandra had plenty to say about the captain."

"Oh, she did, believe me," Andy chuckled. "At one point, she pulled me aside and asked how much I was paying the captain to be there with me. Even when I told her we worked together, she figured I was repaying a favor or doing something in return. Whatever," he flashed a grin, one that as he said the last part, about it being a favor, he almost smiled more, but he held himself together. "It was a good time. It should have been," he huffed. "I paid a fortune for it, but last night was worth every penny, all of it, great evening. I had the best time when I thought it was going to be a disaster," he flashed a bigger grin.

"I'm sure your daughter had the wedding of her dreams. Very cool, Lieutenant," Amy gave him a soft smile. "IF, and I mean IF," she enunciated, "I ever get married, I know the cost is all on me. Not cheap," she pointed to him. "I will give you props for paying for her wedding."

"I've been trying to do the right thing with my kids; I can't even tell you how much I want to make things right. I've been realizing over the last year or so just how badly I screwed up everything," he sighed.

"Well, the wedding is over, so can we please get back to work around here?" Provenza asked.

"You're asking me?" Andy said, gesturing to Provenza. "You're the one sitting there reading your paper. I was trying to get to work, but I've had to play 20 Questions with all of you."

"Let's see the pictures Lieutenant," Julio ignored the comments and smiled at Andy. "Come on, I know you have pictures; you said you had pictures."

"Sure," Andy smiled brightly and stood, pulling his phone from his holder. He walked toward the group, and they all moved to crowd around Julio's desk. He started to describe the pictures, pointing out Nicole.

"Flynn, we can figure out Nicole," Provenza waved at him. "I've known her most of her life."

"Ahh, be nice, Lieutenant," Amy shook her head at Provenza. "He's a proud dad today. Let him show us the pictures. Why didn't you go to the wedding, Lieutenant?"

Provenza glared at Amy, "Sykes, the only weddings I go to are my own, or like when the chief got married, weddings I'm forced to attend," he complained. "Besides, someone had to keep an eye on Rusty. I thought I could eat a lot of junk food," he shook his head. "Rusty can put it away."

"She looks beautiful, Sir. Don't tell me the captain managed to avoid the camera," Julio looked over to him, questioning the pictures.

Andy shook his head and started to mess with his phone, "No, I got a few pictures with Sharon," he said and instantly, he felt everyone staring at him. "I mean, the captain, but seriously, guys," he started to chuckle as he looked up at them, "you can't expect that we were at Nic's wedding all evening, and I just called her by her rank, can you? I mean, she has a name. It's just a name. Yeah, Sharon took several of these pictures of Nic and me, and as she was taking them, one of her friends insisted Sharon be in the picture too. I think the friend just assumed there was more going on there, but here she is," he said, swiping to one of the pictures. He handed the phone back to Julio.

"Ahh, she looks gorgeous, as always," Amy rolled her eyes. "How does she do it? She was here all day, that crazy case of ours, and she turns into that. It's like she's her own Cinderella."

Andy chuckled at that, and he nodded, "Yeah, it was impressive."

"Nice date, Andy," Mike grinned at him. "I mean, yeah, I know, she's your boss, but I can see how she'd irritate your ex."

"I love the captain's dress. She looks good in, what is that, dark purple?" Julio asked.

"Yeah," Andy nodded. "It almost looks like a black dress, but it was dark purple. Julio, you really are interested in all of this," Andy chuckled.

"No kid of my own, Sir, and how often does your boss step -up and help like that?" Julio commented.

"Hopefully never again," Provenza grunted and walked back to his desk. "Let's get back to work."

"I'm just going to step in and make sure the captain got home okay," he nodded to the group as he stepped toward her office.

"You didn't take her home?" Amy said, almost horrified as she looked to Andy. "Lieutenant!"

"Calm down, Sykes," he waved as he turned around toward her. "She met me at my house because we were so short on time, and the wedding was closer to my place. It was late, so," he shrugged.

"Get back to work, people," Provenza called from his desk as he pulled out paperwork to sign. "We have a case to file. Flynn, it appears she got home just fine."

"Great," he smirked at Provenza, as he put his hand on her door, "my conversation shouldn't be too long then. Oh, and Provenza," he grinned, "some of the leftover wedding cake is in the break room. I knew you'd want some, all of you," he looked around the room. "Besides," he chuckled, "I paid for it."

Andy knocked and simultaneously opened the door to Sharon's office. He didn't think after everything else that would be a problem, and he could tell from a glance that she was signing paperwork and not on the phone or in some kind of meeting. He stepped in and closed the door as he did so.

"Morning," he said to her, and she looked up from her paperwork. He put his hands on the back of the chair, deciding to stand and not sit. "I just wanted to check in with you."

"Morning," she looked to him, giving him a small smile. Sharon put down her pen and folded her hands on top of her paperwork to look directly at him. It was almost a stance he recognized from the day before when he'd stopped in her office to talk to her about deciding to go to Nic's wedding. He smiled back at her, noting she was wearing one of his favorite tops, a green and black one. The green really pulled out her eyes.

"Listen," he looked down briefly and then back up toward her, "I know it's not really the time or place, but I wanted to clear the air considering we have a full day of work ahead of us. It's not even 8:00, so I'm just going to jump on his now so I can deal with it the rest of the day if there's a problem. Did I do something wrong?"

"I certainly hope not," Sharon said as she held back a small smile. She tried not to smirk at him and continued, "No complaints here."

"Oh, good," he said almost bashfully, and he looked to the ground to chuckle. He shook his head, and without looking up, he commented, "No complaints here either."

Sharon picked up a stack of papers, and he looked as he heard her shuffling them, "Sorry, but the entire team is staring, and I need to look like I'm doing my job."

"Sorry," Andy jerked his head up to look at her. "I mean," he fumbled for his words, "sorry to bring this up now, but as I said, I didn't want any awkwardness or problem this morning. You kind of disappeared on me. I mean, I did see your note, but it doesn't really boost a guy's confidence if the woman takes off while he's sleeping."

As she stacked things in piles, mainly to appear busy, she replied to him, "I realize that, and I hope you know it was nothing personal, I mean, nothing that you did or didn't do. I had a lovely time, but I decided it was best to end our evening. No need to make things more awkward in the morning with the wake up and sleepover issues. I needed to get home to shower and get ready for work. I thought I had plans to meet a friend for breakfast, but those plans fell through, so I just came to work," she gave a small smile. "I also knew that after the stress of the wedding you needed to get some sleep."

"Okay, sure," Andy nodded as he stood up. "My back is killing me," he chuckled at her. "I think I pulled something last night."

"If I played any part in that, I apologize," Sharon paused and looked to him, pursing her lips. "I meant what I said, that I wanted to thank you for a lovely evening. It was just what I needed."

"I determined that while I was shaving this morning," he nodded to her. "That, last night, the end of the night," he eyed her, "didn't just happen. You wanted it to happen."

"You didn't seem to mind," she shrugged slightly and picked up more paperwork to stack. "I explained some of it, but you caught my eye-more ways than one-but mainly seemed like a safe pick for many reasons. I hope you don't mind."

"Feeling used?" he winked to her. "Nah, I mean, not by you, and I'm your guy if you are ever looking for an enjoyable evening again. I'm rather impressed, though, at your boldness. Didn't see that coming."

"I may just take you up on that," Sharon said, opening her drawer. He watched as she pulled out more staples to refill her stapler. "I could be convinced of that if the conditions are favorable. I trust nothing remotely related to our extracurricular activities of the evening was divulged out there?"

"There?" Andy hooked his hand over his should. "Nah, they just wanted wedding info, and I explained that I wanted to make sure you got home safely, as I do want to make sure-you did get home safely, right? I get why you left, but you know that you could have stayed. It's not my intention to send any woman home in the middle of the night like that."

Sharon briefly raised her eyebrow at him, and then, she looked back to her stapler, "Thanks, but I got home just fine. Unlike other women who may have graced your bed, I am a police officer."

"I only meant-" he started to say, but she shook her head.

"It's fine. I wasn't trying to snap at you or judge you. Part of why you seemed like a good choice is that I knew you would have some experience in this area, dealing with this for what it was and nothing more. Your life is yours, just as mine is mine. We had a good time together last night, and that is no one's business, just as whatever you do with other women is no one's business, including mine."

"Did you sleep at all? Provenza said you were here before he was," Andy asked her.

"No, but I'll manage," she shrugged slightly. "I've had plenty of sleepless nights," she said, stressing her words. "Last night,' she shuffled a few papers and looked to him, "was my kind of sleepless night, one I haven't had in a very, very long time, and as I said, could be a possibility in the future."

Andy nodded and chuckled lightly as he looked toward his shoes, "So, we're good."

"Yes, we seemed to be compatible," she fired back at him, not with the answer he'd expected, but he looked to her and smirked.

"Nice working with you Captain," he flashed a grin and a wink. "I'm going to get back to work. So-" he left it hanging there for him.

"So," she said drawing out the word, "I will be in touch if the stars ever align for another such evening."

"Looking forward to it," he grinned and opened her door. For the team's sake, he said, "Sure, happy to help Captain."