"Larger than I thought it would be?" Andy grins, taking in the architecture and room layout among other things. "I can tell by the look on your face that you don't like the furniture."

Sharon shrugs, "It looks comfortable." She sweeps slowly around the room, device in hand, scanning for any possible radio signals within the house. Such information could mean someone had previously bugged the place before they had gotten there. "Have you called Mom yet?" She looks to him, tilting her head.

"Mom?" He pauses, knowing by the look on her face that it meant something else and that he should know better than to forget it.

"Just use my phone." She scrolls through the contacts, having switched some of them around for this sole mission, "I'll call Rusty when you're finished."

"Yeah, alright." Andy watches her another minute, looking for her to mouth any hints to him, sighing when she doesn't. He touches the contact marked 'Mom' on the iPhone, bringing it to his ear after.

"Chris, how are you making out?" The supervising officer for the mission answers the phone, Morgan Thomas. Brilliant officer all around, trained under Sharon Raydor when she was fresh out of the academy. She's thrilled about the entire mission and getting to work with her mentor again, "Are you all settled?"

He chuckles to himself a bit, realizing who it is, "Yeah, just fine. Penny said the furniture isn't as nice as she thought it looked in the showroom. You know how she is."

"Sounds like her." Morgan nods, "Any action outside?"

"Nah. Seems pretty quiet so far. We just got here no more than a half hour ago though." Andy grins, watching Sharon climb onto the kitchen counter to check above the cabinets, "She's already cleaning. Just got here and she's already cleaning."

Simple code word, cleaning meant sweeping the area for outside monitoring devices. Sargent Thomas leans back in her seat, "That's good. Okay, I'm going to let you all settle. If you need assistance of any kind, you call me right away. Got it?"

"Absolutely, Mom. Talk to you later." The man touches the screen of the phone, offering a hand to Sharon to help her off the counter, "How is it going?"

"All clean." She gently takes his hand, nearly falling from her descent of the kitchen counter, only to be caught by him, "Thanks."

Andy grins broadly, holding her in his arms for a moment, "You're very welcome."

Sharon lifts her head slowly. She doesn't realize she's leaning into him at first, looking into his eyes. A solid minute goes by before she pulls away, "Yes, well. Okay. I, um, I believe I'll just call Rusty later before bed. I don't want him to think I don't trust him enough to stay by himself."

"Our boy is a grown man, honey."

An amused smile breaks across her face, "Sounds so bizarre."

"Have to get in the habit." Andy shrugs, "Have to get comfortable here and with one another. You know that."

"It's been a very long time since I've had to pretend." Sharon tucks her hair behind her ear, adjusting her glasses.

He tries to keep himself from sighing. It breaks his heart and he wonders if she's ever had true happiness. He wonders if there's ever been a time, where her children weren't concerned, that she's actually been happy. He hates Jack Raydor for doing that to her trust...for doing that to her.

"You were both specially chosen to participate in this exercise. We ask for your utmost cooperation during this mission as relations between our department and that of others relies on it." Russell Taylor sat before them, perched on his elbows as he leaned forward. "I think more than anyone in this department, the two of you would be most reliable and trustworthy in this situation."

Sharon places her clothes on hangers before placing them into the walk-in closet. "Do you have anything you'd like me to put in here?" She calls to him, knowing he was lounging on the bed, watching the television, not far from her.

Andy stares at her, though he knows she's unable to see him. "If you want to. You're better with clothing than I am. I was just going to throw them into the drawers."

"Throw what?" She turns, catching his eye, "Those button downs that you wear often? They should be placed on a hanger." She moves over to his large suitcase, lowering it to the floor and unzipping the side, "And you wonder why you haven't a girlfriend in the past year. No woman likes a wrinkled shirt."

"Nah. I haven't really been looking. I'm content for things to stay like they are for a while."

"Suit yourself." Sharon removes the shirts, noticing he hasn't bothered to fold them for the most part, "I'm putting these through the wash."

"Why? They're clean!" Andy calls out, using his hands to speak, "I washed them before I packed them."

"Fine, then I'm ironing them all." She stands up, placing her hands on her hips, "Do we have an iron here?"

"Well, this is a house. Not a hotel. So, unless you brought one, probably not."

Sharon makes a face, "I'm going to go to a store and buy one. No husband of mine is wearing a wrinkled shirt."

Andy chuckles, watching her, "Good to put your foot down on something." He nods, "I'm going to go walk around or something while you do that. See what the area is like."

"Are you sure? Wouldn't it be better if we do that together, later?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Are you coming onto me, Mrs. Montgomery?" He chuckles, only to receive an exasperated sigh from her, "We can go out later too. Just all the damn time. You should get us a dog while you go out to get your iron...and maybe a bag of chips."

Sharon walks closer to the bed, her hands on her hips, "So, you want me to grab an iron, a dog, and a bag of chips. Is that all? Is that all you plan to live on for a week until I go back again?" An amused expression on her face, "Do you know a store that carries all three of those items?"

"Walmart." Andy smirks, "Pick a cute one."

"We're not getting a dog."

"I mean the bag of chips."

"You're impossible, you know that?" Sharon attempts to keep herself from laughing, finally doing so after allowing a moment to pass.

He loves to make her smile, loves to make her laugh even more. Yes, he knows he has feelings for her. However, keeping her in the dark and restraining himself, that was the way to go with this. At least until she realizes it all on her own. Realizes that, maybe, she has feelings for him too, "I've heard it from time to time."

She sighs, coming down from her giggling fit, placing her hands on her hips, "You know, I-" She pauses as the doorbell rings. "Did you order anything?"

"Sharon, I've been standing next to you the entire time. It's probably neighbors welcoming us." Andy slowly rises from the bed, "Relax. Some things you don't need to be a cop for." He grins to her, walking through the house. He suddenly takes her hand, pulling her close to him before opening the door.