Notes: Sorry to bring the sads down a bit with this "moment" - I'm going to have to extend this to a three parter based on how this has paced out! Enjoy. Don't hate me, there's some smut to make it up to you.

October 2001, pt.2

Once they saw Emily off for the evening, Sharon had suggested ordering pizza for dinner and let Ricky put in the order as she spent a little bit of time playing with the twins. After dinner she managed to get him into his room and the twins off to bed a little early, taking an hour for herself to watch an episode of Sex and the City. She'd missed the beginning of the season and Gavin had leant her his recordings to get caught up. She only managed to get the episodes in when she had time alone since the show was not appropriate for the kids, no matter how many times Emily and Nicole begged to watch it, and Andy didn't enjoy it.

After finishing the episode she slipped the VHS back into its sleeve, putting it up with the others before packing her books away and grabbing herself a glass to milk to take to bed after locking up the house. Ricky was always insistent on getting pepperoni and peppers on the pizza when he ordered and it usually ended up giving her a serious case of heartburn. She did not have the steel stomach the Flynn's seemed to inherit. Sharon only managed to finish a chapter of her book and the glass of milk before sleep began to claim her, prompting her to reach out and turn the light off.

Sharon hums as she stirs in bed, feeling a hand slip under her shirt to touch the warm skin underneath. She feels Andy's solid chest against her back and wrinkles her nose as she smells his cologne with the addition of the stale smell of the Parker Center. There was a fine line he walked after long cases. If it was short enough he would simply come home exhausted and sink into bed to sleep for twelve hours. Longer cases left him overworked and overtired and his mind racing. After enduring nights filled with tossing and turning and days of grumpiness, Sharon had finally figured out the easiest way to get him to relax was to have sex. It worked out well for them. By the time he hit that point in the case she hadn't seen him for a while anyway and was starting to miss him. And Andy wasn't hard to convince at all.

"You smell like work," She murmurs as he nuzzles her neck and presses soft kisses against her skin.

"I was hoping to talk you into a shower with me," Andy replies, his voice gruff against her skin.

"But I'm all warm," Sharon whines. Her breath hitches as his hand reaches its goal, cupping the weight of her breast in his palm.

"I wasn't planning on a cold shower."

"Carry me?" Sharon requests in a playful tone. Andy sighs and gets off of the bed. Sharon frowns and almost rolls over to see where he had gone to before squealing as he slips his arms under her form and snatches her out of bed. Her arms latch around his neck as he carries her into the bathroom, only pausing to set her down on the counter and turn on the low lights above the vanity. She watches as he reaches into the shower and turns the water on to heat up before shedding his clothes and dumping everything into the hamper. He turns his eyes on her and stands between her legs as he pushes the oversized t-shirt she was wearing up and over her head, "When do you have to be back?"

"Got a few days off," Andy murmurs his reply as his fingers skim down her sides before grabbing her underwear and pulling them down her legs, "Though we could probably pay for Nicole's first semester of college on the overtime from this case alone."

"Did you arrest him?" Sharon asks. It was one of the worst questions to ask a cop, but she couldn't help herself, wanting to know which side of Andy she was going to be dealing with the next few days.

"Yeah," Andy nods. Sharon could see that he was weary; his shoulders hunched, dark circles underneath his eyes, scraggly stubble lining his cheeks. Before he undressed his suit had been wrinkled with a coffee stain on the collar. She reaches up and runs her fingers over his cheeks and tips his chin up, studying him closer for a moment.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Andy nods again as he steps closer to Sharon, pressing his lips to hers. She hums and drapes her arm around his shoulder as the other moves up his side and around to his back, holding him to her as she kisses him back. A surprised sound escapes her as he lifts her body to his and her legs immediately latch around his waist as they walk to the shower.

Andy nudges the door open with his foot before stepping into the spray and using his back to shut it. He pulls back from their kiss and deposits her onto the bench that ran against the wall opposite the shower head. Sharon makes a face as he turns to grab his soap, the spray hitting her directly in the face. She shakes her now wet hair away before standing up and reaching beyond Andy to grab the soap from him. She lathers up the loofah before starting to scrub over his body.

Andy busies himself with washing his hair as Sharon washes him, only tipping his head back to rinse off when he feels a soapy hand around his cock. She drops the loofah on the floor of the shower and presses her body closer to his when she gets a response from her wandering fingers.

"I've missed you so much," Andy murmurs as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer.

"I've missed you too," Sharon replies as she kisses him softly, "But I knew what I was getting into when I married a police officer…homicide detective at that."

"I wish I did," Andy half smiles. Sharon smiles back and kisses him again, a little slower and deeper.

"How about we move this back to bed?" Sharon requests, "Little warmer and more dry."

"Promise?"

"Oh yeah," Sharon nods with a grin, reaching around Andy to turn the water off. She pulls him out of the shower and grabs a towel, half heartedly drying both of them off as they make their way back to bed. He takes the towel from her and rubs it over his head while his eyes drag over his wife's form as she folds back the sheets. He drops the towel over the footboard when she turns to look at him, her hands on her hips, "Where would you like me?"

"I don't know if I should find that incredibly sexy or…"

"Go with sexy," Sharon assures him as she holds her hand out to him. She pulls him to bed and climbs in with him, pulling the sheets back up around them. Andy groans as he sinks into the soft pillow top and she laughs as she shuffles closer to him, their fronts barely touching, "You sure you're not just going to fall asleep on me?"

"Have I ever?" Andy asks as he rolls onto his back and pulls her with him.

"No," Sharon murmurs before kissing him hungrily as her knees settle on either side of his hips. He groans as he kisses her back, his hands settling on her hips to guide her as she grinds against him. She slips a hand between them and wraps her fingers around him, stroking slowly to bring him to full mast. Her hips shift up and she watches his face as she guides him into her, groaning softly as her muscles stretch, "God…it's been so long."

"Yesssss," Andy groans in agreement, hissing slightly as he sinks into her. Her hand slips back up his chest with just the right amount of nail pressure before she slips her hands underneath him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She rests her weight against him as she kisses him softly.

"I've missed you…" Sharon whispers as he runs his hands up her back and thrusts into her, "I miss you when you're gone."

"I miss you too," Andy replies earnestly. His eyes darken as he moves underneath her, holding her close.

"I need you," She admits, a whimper in her throat. She knew that being slightly needy would get him off faster. Bring him to the release he so desperately needed and craved. None of it was lies. And she loved the way he held her a little closer, looked at her a little deeper, a furrow between his brow as he wondered how he had ended up with her.

Sharon bites at his bottom lip playfully before soothing it with a gentle kiss. She moves her lips along his jaw, her lips soft against the rough of his full shadow. Her teeth tug at his earlobe and a soft moan escapes her as her hips flex back against Andy's. She pushes herself up after loosening her grip, tossing her hair to the side as she looks down at him. Her eyes had changed to a deep forest green with wide dilated pupils, the few gold flecks still visible almost pulsing in the barely illuminated room.

The two of them continue to move together in silence, quiet grunts and groans permeating the air while they tried to be conscious of their kids asleep just down the hall. Sharon bites her lip as she grinds down against him, her eyes slipping closed only for a moment before they snap open and widen as Andy flips them over. He offers her a filthy grin as his hips rock hard into hers.

"Take me," Sharon whispers as she looks up at him with her hands clutching his biceps as they strain to hold his weight and support his motion. Andy groans and continues his quick hard pace, taking every piece of her he could as her moans continued to egg him on. He feels his limited control snap as he buries himself into her and whimpers her name as he cums hard. He groans as his body sags and he drops his head to her shoulder. His breaths come in heavy pants while he comes down from his high

"Fuck," He mumbles, lifting his head and offering her a sheepish look, "You didn't…"

"I'm good," Sharon assures him. She presses a soft kiss to his lips and rolls him off of her, sitting up on her elbow as she strokes his cheek, "You good?"

"Mmhm," Andy replies, his eyes already drooping. Sharon smiles and rubs her hand over his chest, stroking up and down as she gently combs her nails through his chest hair, sitting with him until he falls asleep. She takes a moment to clean up in the bathroom before wrapping her robe around her body and going to check on the kids. She peeks in on the twins, shaking her head with a small smile as she finds them in the same bed. Since they were infants they had settled easier if they were together instead of separate. Many times since they had moved them out of their cribs either she or Andy would come in in the morning to find one bed unoccupied and both of them curled up in the other.

Sharon takes a moment to straighten their blankets before going to check on Ricky and then heading downstairs to look in on her eldest. The alarm clock had told her it was a little after one and she hadn't heard Emily come in from her date at all. She'd meant to set an alarm, but had fallen asleep before she remembered. Sharon frowns when she sees Emily's door still wide open when she gets to the bottom of the stairs. Her daughter always closed her door at night when she went to bed. She steps closer to the room and feels her frown deepen when she sees the bed empty, no sign of the girl having been home.

Her heart begins to pound a little bit faster as she climbs the stairs again, making her way to the kitchen where the answering machine and phone base were. The machine was empty and there were no missed calls on the phone. Sharon reaches out and picks up the cordless, her thumb effortlessly dialing the number for her cell phone before she lifts it to her ear. The line rings twice before cutting over to an automated message.

"You have been forwarded to a…" Sharon angrily stamps the one button before lifting the phone to her ear again, just in time to hear the beep for the voicemail.

"Emily, call me. Now!" She barks into the phone before hanging up and dialing another number as she makes her way down the hall towards the bedroom.

"LAPD Dispatch."

"Karen, hi," Sharon says in a calmer tone as she shakes Andy's shoulder to wake him up, "It's Sharon."

"Sharon! I didn't…you're not on the call rotation tonight are you?"

"No, no, I'm calling for a favor," Sharon replies, letting out a small hmph as Andy continues to sleep on before holding the phone to her shoulder and calling out his name as she gives him a rough shake, "Andy!"

"Hmmm?" Andy hums, barely lifting his head from the pillow.

"Get. Up," Sharon demands before putting the phone back to her ear, "Could you tell me if any of the flags I have set up have been called in tonight…any time after about 530."

"You should have been called if there was a hit," Karen says as Sharon hears the clatter of keys on the keyboard in the background, "But let me double check real quick…"

"Thank you," Sharon murmurs before covering the mouthpiece as Andy sits up a little bit and rubs his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Andy mumbles.

"Emily isn't home, the phone is turned off, and there's no messages on the machine," Sharon explains to him as she grabs a pair of pajama pants out of the dresser and pulls them on before dropping her robe and tugging on a loose t-shirt.

"Sharon, I'm not finding any…hang on a second…" Karen trails off and the clacking returns, "I've got a call coming in from patrol…give me five minutes and let me call you back with more info."

"Ka…" Sharon sighs and drops the phone onto the bed as the call disconnects. She rubs her hand over her forehead and drops down onto the bench at the foot of the bed.

"Did you call dispatch?" Andy asks as he pulls on his own pajama pants and t-shirt.

"Yeah. Karen said she was just getting a call from patrol…She should have been home by now," Sharon explains, trying to keep the fear at bay, "The movie was a little after 8. I told her to call me if they went anywhere else."

"Who was she going out with?" Andy asks as he sits on the edge of the bed and scrubs his hands over his face.

"Brandon, Callie, and Tyler. Callie is in her ballet class and she met Brandon through her…both he and Tyler go to school with Callie at Regina," Sharon tells him, "I've met them both a couple times picking Emily up from some places."

"Where were they going?"

"In and Out and then the Chinese Theater…"

"And you don't think this is Emily just…testing the boundaries?" Andy asks.

"No," Sharon shakes her head and looks over her shoulder at him, "Not after the last couple times she got in trouble for breaking curfew."

"Should we call any of the other parents?"

"Not yet," Sharon shakes her head, "I want to see what Karen has…"

"Okay," Andy nods, rubbing his hands over his face with a soft groan, "I'm going to go make some coffee. Muster up enough energy to slam a couple doors later when she comes home."

Sharon reaches up and squeezes his hand as he walks by her and heads down the hall towards the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later with two mugs, handing her the purple one filled with tea before dropping down next to her as he takes a large gulp. The phone rings after a moment and Sharon reaches out to pick it up, quickly hitting the talk button.

"Hello?"

"I just got a call from patrol. They found Emily at Griffith Park, bystander called it in. She's alive but unconscious. EMS from Silver Lake is en route to pick her up," Karen explains.

"Oh god," Sharon says as she leans forward, her eyes immediately filling with tears.

"SAS is getting rolled out and I've noted to the officers on scene that this needs to be handled carefully."

"You didn't…" If Emily was going to be associated with either of them it was more beneficial that she be associated with Andy, but the longer they could keep either of them out of it the better.

"No, no names."

"Thanks Karen," Sharon replies before hanging up the phone and dropping it next to her leg, not flinching when it clatters to the floor. Andy takes the mug out of her hand as it begins to shake, "Patrol found her in Griffith Park. She's being taken to Silver Lake. They said she was unconscious…"

[TBC]