A/N: So I totes planned on posting this on Friday but I was busy all day and then I went out to dinner and then I worked most of Saturday and then Sunday morning I worked so I was basically useless the rest of the day. And Monday I worked and then there was Major Crimes. Sorry I've become a real life adult... at least I play one on tv really well. So yeah here is the last chapter. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: They're not mine, all Duff's and TNT's. If I had any say we'd be cleared for seasons 5 thru 10 by now teehee. Also this is self-beta'd with the help of the hemingway app.

"Andrew Flynn, so help me, if you do not stand still I will leave this bathroom and let Rusty in here to shave and dress you for your meeting with Hobbs."

"Okay. Just let me sit down on the toilet seat, my back is killing me."

Sharon's eyebrows knit in concern, "Do you need to meet with Doctor Lewis again?"

"No it's just these damn painkillers. She suggested a stronger dose but I didn't want to risk it." He tried for a grin, that came out as more of a grimace, "Just gotta grin and bear it."

"Yes because that instills so much confidence."

"Really babe, my shoulder is getting better everyday."

"And I'm still shaving you because?" Despite her question she dispensed a good amount of shaving cream into her hand.

Andy smirked, "Because you care deeply for me and don't want to see me hurt any more than I have to?"

She smirked back, "More like I need my lieutenant back and in good shape."

He moved his right arm to cover his heart, as if wounded, only to wince in pain.

She huffed in amusement, "Serves you right. Penance for your pride."

He pouted as she smeared the cream onto his face and neck. She went through the process methodically, meticulous in this as she was in all things. Soon the process lulled Andy into a trance, his trust in her implicit. He was so relaxed that it took him a while before he realized she was asking him a question.

"Huh?"

Sharon turned his face to the side with two delicate fingers, taking the razor to trim his sideburn, "Are there other alternatives that you and Dr. Lewis can discuss?"

"I'm taking the alternatives. I have a directive against any opiates in the case of accidents. So that was never a problem, I just don't want to risk it- not that there's anything to risk with these meds. But I don't want to ever be on something strong enough to make me that numb again. If I have to put up with a little back pain, then so be it."

Done with the sideburn she turned him so he could look at her. Half of his face was still covered in "fresh-linen" scented shaving cream so she couldn't kiss him the way she wanted to. She settled for tilting his head back and kissing him on the forehead.

He smiled at her, "What was that for?"

She smiled back, "Being you. Now we have the other half of your face to finish."

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Needing to lighten the moment she smirked, "You don't."

He chuckled, swiping his finger through some shaving cream at the bottom of his neck. He took the finger now covered in foamy cream and smeared it down her nose and chin. Grinning, he replied, "Penance for your pride."

She spluttered, indignant, "You know I have a whole can left of this that I am not afraid to use."

He still had a wide cheeky grin, "You wouldn't"

Sharon raised her eyebrow, "You wanna test that?"

His eyes darted down and back up again, "If I'm not mistaken that's a Donna Karan skirt. And I'm just in my boxers and undershirt so I've got nothing to lose."

She sighed, "You are terrible."

"And yet here we are." He stole the opportunity to steal a quick kiss on her cheek, leaving a nice little shaving cream smear on her cheek.

In turn she just smiled, "You forget that now that you're staying here, I have more opportunities for payback."

His smile dropped, a little fear in his eyes, as Sharon laughed. It would be enough payback for the moment; she would let him sweat for a while.

The End