Andy looked to Provenza and frowned. He sighed as he turned his attention back to the elevator as the numbers rose until finally it stopped on 11. The doors opened, and as the two men started to exit, another woman got onto the elevator.

"Oh, Lieutenant Flynn," she smiled to him. "How was the wedding? You and Sharon got married, correct?"

"Hi, Barb," Andy nodded to her. She was a neighbor, several doors down. "I've told you to call me Andy," he smiled. "The wedding is today actually. This is my best friend, Louie Provenza. He works with us, another lieutenant."

"It's today?' she exclaimed. "Oh, congratulations then. Wow, you must be excited. I had no idea. Where is Sharon then?" she asked.

"At the house," he nodded toward the hall. "We aren't supposed to be here," Andy said through gritted teeth as he glared at Provenza, "but he missed his wife." Andy smiled smugly as he told Barb that, and Provenza looked to him quickly.

"Flynn! That's not true! I'm just hungry," he grumbled.

Andy just nodded to Barb, "We've got to get going. Nice to see you. We've got a really small affair today with the kids in town and a few colleagues. I'm sure if you stop by sometime, Sharon will be glad to show you the pictures."

"I will," she smiled. "Congratulations again. Nice to meet you, Lieutenant," she smiled at Provenza and stepped onto the elevator.

"Now why would you go and tell her we're here so I can see Patrice?" Provenza complained to Andy as they reached the door to the condo.

"Because you are irritating me to no end, and you won't give me my phone. Can I have it, please?" Andy put his hand out for the phone.

"Oh, fine," Provenza sighed. "You can't warn them anyway." He handed over the phone, and Andy turned the door knob. "Aren't you going to knock?"

"My own house?" Andy exclaimed. "No! I'm not going to knock. I'm sure I'll be stopped before we get very far anyway." Andy opened the door and was instantly greeted with Ricky standing by the door.

"Uhhh, why are you here?" Ricky turned and asked. He had a questioning look and was standing there with his keys.

"Nice to see you too," Andy smirked. "Don't ask," he sighed and hooked his thumb toward Provenza. "Provenza promised to take me to lunch, and he's so cheap his idea of taking me to lunch was to come here and eat whatever is on the sandwich platter Patrice bought."

"You're kidding, right?" Ricky grinned and turned to Provenza. "Nice to see you, Lieutenant. I always get the best stories about you." He and Andy nodded, and both men started to chuckle. Provenza jumped right in to find out why.

"What's so funny? You know, you two have this thing," he gestured, "like you are already related. It's like a twin talk or something. You know, it's just like you do with the captain. You just talk without talking."

"Yeah, well, the family that makes fun of Provenza together," he flashed another grin at Ricky, and Ricky started to chuckle again.

"Andy! Why are you here?" Rusty walked into the living room area from his bedroom and looked at him in horror.

"Why, hello to you too, Rusty. What a way to greet your almost parent," he rolled his eyes. "Let's not forget I live here too."

"Yeah, but you're just not supposed to be here," he added.

"Little brother, it appears this is the lieutenant's cheap lunch idea," Ricky interjected as he grinned at Provenza. "He would like to feed Andy sandwiches from the platter Patrice brought with her."

Rusty looked to Provenza, "You're joking, right?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Provenza raised his hands. "So, we want to eat. It seems silly to waste food. Where is everyone by the way?"

"Oh, Mom, Emily, and Patrice are all in the bedroom," Rusty hooked his hand behind him. "Andy, definitely don't go in there. The rest of the ladies are not here yet, which is why we are getting ready to get out of here."

"Where are you two going?" Andy asked.

"Lunch," the replied in unison and smiled smugly at each other.

"Now, see, there's my point. You two are leaving while there is perfectly good food here," Provenza pointed to them. "I'm going to find it." He moved by the boys toward the kitchen, while he left Andy with the boys.

"How's your mother doing?" Andy asked.

Both boys shrugged, "She's fine," Rusty told Andy. "Pretty calm and collected, which interestingly, is almost odd."

Ricky nodded in agreement, as he turned to Andy, "I would agree with that. She was up before dawn to make us breakfast, which you know is just her way of hovering and being the mom. She hasn't said much, only that she's so excited about today and wished she could talk to you."

"She can talk to me," Andy gestured with his hands as he waved them around. "Cover me," he nodded to the boys. "Keep Provenza busy, which shouldn't be hard if he's found food. I'll just say hi to Sharon through the door."

"Let me warn her, Andy," Rusty told him. "Tell you what-I'll even get her to move down to the bathroom door, for a little privacy."

"Perfect," Andy patted Rusty's shoulders. "I knew you were my favorite."

"Hey!" Ricky turned to him, a look of shock on his face. "Excuse me? He's the favorite?"

Andy shrugged, "I live with him. He's got no father figure, so you know."

Rusty grinned and nodded, "That's right. I'm an impressionable child. He's got to keep in my good graces otherwise-" he was cut off by Andy.

"Otherwise, what?" Andy teased. "You'll tell your brothers and sisters now about your mom and me? Old news. You already did that. You'll make fun of us for years while we figure out everything? Old news. You already did that. You'll come home at just the wrong time as your mom and I were about to-" he was cut off too.

"Okay, Andy, that's where we can stop!" Ricky exclaimed. "I really don't need to hear where that's going. Rusty's won the award. Yes, you're right. He's seen too much, and he's had to live through this painfully hard romance to watch play out. You've got to admit, old man, it's taken you a long time."

"Such a comedian," Andy rolled his eyes at him. "Rusty, tell your mom. Otherwise, I'm going to send Provenza in."

"Hold on," Rusty grinned and disappeared. Andy turned to Ricky.

"Where are you going to lunch? I'm starving," Andy told him.

"Burgers. We were just going to go to that grease pit nearby we like. You're welcome to come, but I don't see it as a popular vegetarian hangout," he said.

Andy nodded, "Oh, I'm coming with you. Provenza has tried to take me to the worst place in town, and surprise, surprise, it was closed for good. Looks like the place closed decades ago. The burger joint is fine. I've been there plenty with Rusty and Sharon. I can get a bowl of soup or something. Give me a minute," he put up his finger and disappeared down the hall to talk to Sharon.

"Sharon?" he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Andy," he heard her say sweetly and even heard her sigh. "Rusty told me you stopped by. Everything okay?"

He smiled just hearing her voice, "Everything is fine, or it will be in a few hours when I get to see you. Let's just say you owe me big time. I'm stuck with Provenza for the day, and the good news is at least we haven't found a dead body."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said as she started to chuckle. "I hope it gets better."

"I just need to eat. Provenza has had me on a hunger strike. I think he's hoping that I'll become delusional enough to want out of this marriage," he told her. He heard Sharon start to laugh even harder.

"It's so good to talk to you, Andy. I miss you," she told him.

"Same," he said as he looked down the hall and saw the boys pointing to their watches that they needed to get going. "Listen, I am going to take the boys to lunch. That may or may not include Provenza," he grinned.

"Thank you, Andy, for feeding them. We've almost eaten all the food Patrice brought already. I didn't realize how hungry I was," she told him. Andy flashed another grin, this one directed toward the boys.

"Oh, is that so?" he chuckled. "That was why we came by. Provenza told me he was treating me to lunch, and apparently, his idea of that was to stop by the house here and eat whatever Patrice had brought." Andy heard Sharon laughing even more.

"Then, please check on him because I don't kwon what he's eating. Emily was starving too. Nicole was here earlier to drop off a few things, and she had the boys with her. They took some food too, so really there isn't much out there," she said.

Andy listened and looked to the kitchen, "I have no doubt he's found something to eat. I'll get going. I love you, and I can't wait to see you."

"I love you too. I'll be there," she chuckled.

"I have no doubt," he grinned. "I'll be at the front of the church waiting, and I can't wait to see your dress."

"Andy!" he turned quickly toward his bedroom door where he saw Patrice standing. "Where is Louie? Emily just said Sharon was talking to you through the door, so I know my husband has to be here too."

"I'm here, Patrice," they both turned to see Provenza walking toward them with a plate of food.

"What are you eating?" Andy shook his head and walked toward Provenza.

"Pancakes," Provenza shrugged as if it was totally natural. "I found leftover pancakes. Patrice, what happened to the sandwiches?"

"Louie, I can only imagine why you are here," Patrice scolded him as she put her hands on her hips. "The sandwiches did their job; they were eaten. Why are you eating Sharon's leftover pancakes? Did you not feed Andy? I asked you to take him to lunch!"

"I did!" Provenza exclaimed. "We're here. There's lunch here."

"Oh, you are impossible. Andy, have you eaten?" she asked.

"No, I'm now taking the boys to lunch," he nodded toward the door where the boys were standing against the wall watching everything play out before them.

"Lieutenant, you really heated up the leftover pancakes?" Rusty grinned.

"Why not?" Provenza asked. "They were there. I found syrup. Taste delicious. Flynn, I will hand it to you the captain can cook."

"Patrice, we'll get out of here," Andy nodded. "Provenza are you coming to eat with us, or are you going to stay here and mooch all of my household food?"

"Andy, take him with you," Patrice sighed as she shooed at Provenza. "I can't believe it, Louie, that you wouldn't take your best friend to lunch on his wedding day! He's not only going to feed himself; he's now taking the boys to lunch. Go, and do the right thing!" Patrice scolded him as she shook her head.

Provenza mopped up the last bite of pancake, "Fine, I'll go. This was just an appetizer portion anyway. Patrice, I'll see you later," he leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Oh, you and syrup! Louie, I just did my makeup, and now I feel like I have been splattered with maple syrup!" she exclaimed.

"There are worse things, Patrice," he shook his fork at her. "Flynn, children of this whole union," he gestured to the boys, "let's get some lunch." Provenza walked his plate back to the kitchen, while Andy nodded to Patrice and then walked to the front door to meet the boys.

"Should we leave him here?" Ricky grinned as he smiled at Andy.

"The thought has crossed my mind, but I do want to marry your mother today. Something tells me he'd ruin things here. Here he comes," he nodded to Provenza.

"Where are we eating?" Provenza asked. "I'm starving."

Ricky led the way, followed by Provenza, and Rusty turned to Andy as the two walked out of the condo. "Andy, I'm just glad Mom ended up with you," he grinned.

"Why is that?" Andy asked, noting there was more to what Rusty had to say.

"Well, I mean, if she has a thing for office romances and dating her lieutenants, it could have been a lot worse," he gestured toward Provenza who was now right behind Ricky. Andy followed Rusty's gaze and started to chuckle. He patted Rusty on the shoulder.

"Never in a million years," he shook his head. "Your mom would have stayed married to Jack before dating Provenza."

Rusty grinned, "Dating? Who ever said you two were dating? I always heard you were just friends," he smirked.

"Such a comedian," Andy grumbled again and rolled his eyes at Rusty. "You're lucky I'm a nice guy and think of you as one of my own, Rusty, or I'd make you pay for Provenza's lunch as well as your own."