"Oh, this wasn't my doing. No, no." Sharon glances around, showing the neighbors the layout of the place, "In our old home, we had a den, among other things. Chris would go in there to watch his sports broadcasts while leaving our main living area looking...decent."

"You're being modest. Ever see those rooms people bar others from going in? Not that we had any of those, but that's what the living area looked like. That was all Penny's place. I just had the den. So, when we moved, she's allowed me to have the luxury once more." Andy smirks, "Anyway, could I get you folks something to drink? This cake looks great, Margo."

Margo, a stocky, roundish woman in her mid-70s, stands before the pair, "Just something quick to welcome you both to the neighborhood. Orange bundt cake. Hopefully you enjoy it. Can't imagine Penny taking a single bite with that figure."

"Please, she eats sweets all the time. I'm surprised she isn't a diabetic." He continues, "Sweets and hot tea, all the time."

"I do not do either of those things 'all the time'." Sharon playfully scowls towards him before looking back to the other couple, "So, Gene, are you as obsessed with golf as my husband is?"

"Own one of the Majesty Prestigio Super7 drivers." Gene shrugs. He isn't much taller than his wife, well fed, with dark hair and rosy cheeks. A brown cardigan dons his shoulders as well as a pair of worn jeans. A jolly way about him.

"You're kidding!" Andy shakes his head.

"I wish he was." Margo nods.

Sharon glances between the pair of men, "Is that a good one?"

"Honey, that club cost this jackass a few thousand dollars. The reason for it, I don't know. I don't really understand why anyone would need to spend that much on something they're just going to swing around in the grass all day." She folds her arms, "However, he's stayed out of my hair since he's gotten it."

"I'm trying to slowly get the whole set." Gene shrugs, "The Japanese make some great clubs. What can I say?"

"I know it." Andy nods, "See, honey? That's what I mean. You should let me get one of-" When he receives a look from her, he sighs, "I know, I know. We're on a budget now. Always with your budgets." He smirks.

"Exactly." Sharon walks behind him, patting him on the arm.

"Well, we'd better get out of your hair. Let you settle in more. If you need any help, we're the ones right across the way. Ridiculous car in the driveway." Margo motions.

Andy walks closer to the window, "Is that...is that an Aston Martin DB5?" An excited expression quickly spreads across his face, he turns to face the man, "I'll be damned. How did you manage?"

"1965 model. Only four of those exist. Pet project when I first retired, before the golf clubs." Gene walks next to the man, "I clean her once a day. You should come join me sometime. Might even let you buff a door."

"A whole door?" Margo feigns shock, causing Sharon to giggle, "I'd better get him out of here before he brings it down to just the door handle. It's a pleasure meeting you both." She grabs her husband's arm as she walks to the door, allowing it to be opened by Andy Flynn, or as she knows, Chris Montgomery. "Stop over for brunch tomorrow. You'll be able to meet more of the girls, Penny."

"I'd be delighted." Sharon nods, wrapping her hand around Andy's arm. She waves to her free hand to the pair as they retreat across the street. "They were lovely."

"They're loaded." Andy nods, closing the door.

"Really?"

He smirks, "She seems like someone who doesn't live beyond her means. I don't think she knows just how much money they have."

"Just how much is that car?"

"Sharon...trust me on this. He said he had a 1965 Aston Martin DB5. I'm no car nut, but there's just some that ya got to appreciate the design of 'em. I've always been a fan of that car since I was a kid." Andy glances back to her, "We found our focus...well...until you go to your brunch or whatever. Call in and get some history on them, maybe?"

"And here I thought you weren't taking this seriously." Sharon moves away from him, folding her arms, amused.

He raises an eyebrow, "Since when do I not take things seriously?" When he receives a look from her, he continues, "This thing is...it interests me. I miss doing undercover work."

"Well, if this goes well, maybe they'll ask you to do more. Chief would love that." She sighs, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "I've really got to get to the grocery."

"I'll call then. I trust you in whatever you decide to buy. just remember I'm a vegetarian." Andy nods, "I think you're close to it too."

"Well, I like to eat healthily, yes. Lean meats if I eat any. Occasional slice of pizza." Sharon smiles to him.

He chuckles, "Regular college kid diet you've got there."

"Rusty, are you home?" She glanced about her condo, noticing one of the lights off that's usually on, but then seeing the young man's bedroom light illuminating around his door. "Rusty?" She slowly pushes the door open when she hears coughing from within. "Hey."

Rusty coughs again, picking his head up, "Hi." He offers a soft smile. "I left early."

"Oh, Rusty." Sharon says quietly, moving into the room.

"I know you wanted me to come to the station, but-"

"Honey, you're sick. I don't expect for you to do much of anything." She sits at the side of his bed, placing the back of her hand against his forehead, "You're burning up." She sighs softly, "Let me go get you a cool cloth."

"You don't have to do that." Rusty replied weakly.

"I'm going to take care of you, whether you like it or not. It's what we do for the people we love." Sharon offered him a gentle smile before walking away from him.

"Look at you, completely out of it." Andy smirks, peeling an orange. Their fourth day here. Things are going well, better than he thought they'd be going at least.

Sharon scowls to the man, "I am not, as you say, 'out of it'. I'm completely fine."

"You're pale, you sound like your throat hurts, your nose has been running-"

"Does this line of observations have a point?" She folds her arms, pulling her black cardigan closer around herself.

"You've got a cold. Least you can do is let me take care of you." He raises an eyebrow, offering her a sliver of his orange.

"We are on a mission. I haven't the-"

Andy places a hand on her back, guiding her toward the sofa, "Yeah, we're on a mission where we have to look like we're married. Husbands and wives take care of one another when illness strikes. This is no different. So, I'm going to make you some soup, maybe some tea. We'll have you up and going in no time."

"I've probably got whatever Rusty had." She sighs, slowly taking a seat and sinking into the cushion, "He was...he had the flu before we started this. Before I left. I can't get the flu, Andy."

"Andy was your boyfriend before we got married, I'm Chris. Man, you really are sick."

Sharon smirks, attempting to stifle a chuckle, "I must be."

Andy nods, "Exactly, so put your feet up, relax. I'll go get you a throw blanket."

"You really don't have to do this."

"Yeah, I do." He leans down, softly placing a kiss at her hairline. "You hate not being in control of what's going on around you, but you have to trust me, Penny. Once in awhile."

"I trust you plenty." Her voice small as she tilts her head back to look up at him.

Andy hums his approval, "Tea with honey?"

"Would be lovely, thank you."

He nods as he walks away from him, a smirk playing at his lips. A part of him is a little excited for this. She must rely on him, something she isn't used to doing and he knows that. However, he's going to make the best of this. All while keeping his focus on the mission.