"You're going to put your back out." Sharon says quietly as she leans against his chest. His arms hold her entire body. She was more sick than she cared to admit.

"Rather put my back out helping you than by sneezing...I did that once." Andy smirks, honestly worried about her. She had been on the sofa for a couple days already, "I want you where you'd be more comfortable. The couch is great, sure, but I'd be able to take better care of you in bed." He then realizes how that may have sounded, shaking his head, "I mean-"

"I know what you mean." Sharon weakly smiles as he places her onto the mattress. He was right. The bed contained a thick gel topper, something her bones could just melt into. "And I thank you. I haven't been this sick in years. Possibly because I haven't had a child living at home in years."

"Probably." He leans down, tucking the covers around her, "Didn't you say that you set up a grocery-"

"Delivery service. Why?" Her weak voice croaks as she watches him with tired eyes.

"You need some Gatorade, something with electrolytes, and I'm not about to leave you alone. Not for a second." Andy sits at her bedside, "Some crackers or bread for toast." When he notices her ready to protest, he shakes his head, "I can have them delivered."

"We are still working, Andy." Sharon swallows, watching him, "We still must-"

"Margo watches us like a hawk, you know that? She stares through her shutters with a pair of binoculars like Agnes Kravitz from Bewitched. That's why I keep opening the blinds." He smirks, "I know what I'm doing here. Part of that is the illusion of a marriage."

"Did that for twenty-some-odd years." She pulls the covers up a little more.

"I;m going to go place that order and then I'm going to come hold you." When Andy notices her smile softly, "All for the job, of course. Definitely not going to take any pleasure in it at all. No sir. Not me."

"You're an awful liar." Sharon attempt to keep herself from laughing as he walks back to the living room.

"Are you kidding me? Why in the world would they pull the two of you to do something like that? She's our Captain, for crying out loud, she's got a job to do. Something more important than what they need her for." Louie Provenza sat in the break room, rolling his sleeves up before taking hold of his fork, "I mean, think of the implications-"

"I don't know why you're complaining so damn much. You get to be in charge for a change. You'd be the ranking officer while we're out on this thing." Andy Flynn sunk his teeth into an apple, piercing the skin with an audible snap as he read his newspaper with his other hand, "You've always wanted that."

"Yeah, but not like this. Something short of torture on your end."

"Come on, Sharon isn't that bad."

Provenza nearly slammed his fork down, "I hardly know you at all."

"I know you're a damn drama queen." Flynn raised an eyebrow, "She's attractive, single, intelligent-"

"Right, all the things you aren't." When he recieved a look from his friend, knowing he was joking, he continued, "She's also our boss. Going after her would be a bad idea. Besides, you aren't known for your poker face, what makes you think she doesn't already know how you feel about her?"

"Same day service...it's incredible. Sharon, this is incredible!" Andy carries the grocery bags through the house, putting things away, knowing the woman could hear him. He moves to the doorway, looking down at her.

Sharon opens an eye slightly, having been in and out of sleep for most of the day. "What are you bellowing?"

"I didn't know you were sleeping still. Sorry." He lowers his voice, a regretful look to his face, "Guy brought by the groceries. Margo was watching, even though she was attempting to disguise it as just her doing her gardening."

She rolls to her back with a soft moan, "She has beautiful begonias."

Andy nods slowly, "Not bad at all."

Sharon smiles softly, "How long was I out for?"

He shrugs, sitting at the side of the bed, "Few hours. How about I get you some juice?"

"What flavors are there?"

Andy raises an eyebrow, "Didn't know there were flavors. Thought they only had colors...they all taste the same to me."

Sharon hums a soft laugh, her voice hoarse, "Rusty enjoys them. They all have flavors, believe it or not. Nevertheless, I'll have fruit punch." When a confused look fills the man's face, she clarifies, "That would be the red colored juice."

"Coming right up, my beautiful bride." He calls out, stopping abruptly when the doorbell rings. Andy casually walks over to the door, opening it. "Margo, how are you?"

Margo stands before him, pot of something between her oven mit clad hands, "I hope I'm not bothering you all. I couldn't help but notice that dear Penny has hardly stepped outside since you all moved in...and you had delivery bring your groceries-"

"Spying on us, are ya?" He replies jokingly.

"Course not. Just thought I'd pop on over with some of my grandmother's special 'Get Well Stu'. Should get sweet Penny up in no time." Her sympathetic eyes meet his, "It is mighty hot, I'd be happy to place it on the stove for you."

"Oh, that'd be great, thanks." Andy steps aside, watching as the woman walks past him, knowing where the kitchen was from the week earlier when she and her husband visited, "Was just about to get her something to drink. Sports drinks. Gets some of those electrolytes back into her. I got her some Smart Water too, but I'm not telling her that part until she drinks some of those sugar drinks."

"I heard that." Sharon stands in the doorway, playfully scowling toward him.

Margo turns, slowly taking her mitts off after placing the pot down, "Oh, honey. You shouldn't be out of bed!"

"I've been lying down for eternity. I'm not up for long. Just need a few moments, don't you worry." The younger woman shakes her head, blanket pulled around herself.

"I do hope Christopher has taken decent care-"

"The best of care. I couldn't ask for better." Sharon softly smiles toward him.

Margo distractedly nods, "Wish I could say the same for my husband. I could be on my deathbed and if the ball game was on, he'd be at home...in that chair of his, instead of with me."

"Oh, I'm sure it isn't that bad." Andy shakes his head.

The elder woman gently pats his arm, "I'd better get back. He'll be home from his golf session in an hour or so and I need to get a start on dinner. If the two of you need anything, don't you dare hesitate to call me over." She begins to make her way toward the door, stopping midway, "Penny, you'd better get back to bed before you zap all of that energy."

"Yes, ma'am." Sharon smiles to her, "Have a good night, Margo." Watching as the woman leaves, she sighs, "She seems quite unhappy." She picks her elbow up to her mouth, coughing into it.

"Yeah, but we can talk all about it once you get back into bed." He waves his hand for her to turn around, "Spongebath later?" Andy teases, chuckling when he receives a glare from her.

"You must not say anything to anyone." Sharon stood in her office, glancing out the window. Her arms pulled around herself, folded.

"Well, uh-" Andy used his hand to speak, the other in his trouser pocket.

"You've already said something to Lieutenant Provenza, I presume?" She turned slowly, a soft smirk playing at her lip as she nods, "And I expect to inform Rusty. The only thing we must do is keep the location of this quiet. Think that would be possible?"

He nodded, "Of course, and I plan to let my children know. Just in case, of course."

"It all must be done in person, Andy. Nothing over the phone." Sharon watched him.

"Sure."

"Because if it gets out that either of us has told a single soul-"

"Sharon, we're fine." Andy smirked, "We're married, remember?" He could tell much was on her mind, none of which he was about to bring up.

Sharon takes a moment, glancing back through the window with a gentle smile. This case was going to be something so far out of her comfort zone, that she wasn't sure if she would be able to actually handle it, to be remotely believable.