This takes place in the days before Andy asks Sharon out to Serve. It's a response to a tumblr request for "fight," and also to a request from the lovely and always-faithful reader welshcwtch for Sharon to be angry with Andy and get back at him by flirting with someone else. I'm so sorry it took me so long!

These are for fun. I've taken some liberties with characterization.

Freaking Out is still in the works, but motivation for it has waned recently, for a variety of reasons. I'm trying to make myself get back into it :)

One Saturday afternoon, Sharon stood in her closet, trying to find something to wear. Andy had been dying to take her to play golf and had ignored her when she tried to tell him she didn't want to, and she'd finally run out of excuses not to go. She'd never had any interest in it and had no desire to learn to play, but she finally decided that one wasted afternoon would be worth it, as it would probably keep him quiet about it for a while. It had been a difficult week, and she just wanted to curl up on the couch with her book. Golf was the last thing she was in the mood for, but she'd agreed to it over a week ago, and she didn't want to back out if she really didn't have to.

Andy had arrived a few minutes ago, and she heard him calling for her from the doorway to her bedroom. "You can come in."

He stepped into Sharon's closet behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "You're still not dressed?"

Sharon held up her phone displaying the country club's website in frustration. "This dress code is ridiculous. I don't have many "appropriate" things that are comfortable."

"It can't be that hard. You don't have khakis and a polo?"

"When have you ever seen me wear khakis or a polo? I don't think I've owned khaki pants or a skirt since about 2005, and I've never liked the way polos look on me."

"I beg to differ."

Sharon rolled her eyes. "You've never even seen me in a polo."

"I don't have to." Andy started sorting through Sharon's clothes. "You own more clothes than anyone I've ever known, you have to have something."

"Why do they care what I wear, anyway? This is insane." Sharon finally settled on white pants, which she'd rather not wear on a golf course, but they were her most comfortable option, and a blouse.

By the sixth hole, Sharon's bad mood had turned sour, and Andy was grating on her last nerve. She was hopelessly terrible at golf, and even though she didn't care about the game, she was still annoyed that she wasn't good at it. Andy correcting every move she made wasn't helping a damn thing, either. He was being nice and patient about it, but she still bristled every time he opened his mouth. She should've known this wasn't a good idea today. She'd been in an ill mood because of work for the last couple of days, anyway, and anyone trying to teach her something always had the potential to annoy her.

"Hold on, stand like this." Andy placed his hands on her hips and gently adjusted her position to the ball. It felt so unnatural, and it was difficult for her to get the stance right the first time. "Keep your head down," he instructed before she'd even started to swing.

Sharon turned around and held up the golf club. "For the love of god, Andy, if you tell me to keep my head down one more time, then I'll be aiming for a different hole with this thing."

"Sharon, no one becomes a pro their first try—"

"Whatever." Sharon had no idea what possessed her, but she got on the golf cart and drove back to the clubhouse, leaving Andy to walk six holes back. After returning the golf cart, she went inside and sat at the bar. She was startled when someone came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Andy hadn't had nearly enough time to walk back. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Wha—Thomas!" Sharon stood up and gave him a hug. He was a former DA and an old flame of Gavin's. Sharon was pretty sure she had been more heartbroken than Thomas or Gavin when they broke up. "You read my mind. A glass of cabernet would be great."

"That I can do." Thomas patted her leg as he ordered drinks for both of them. Sharon knew he wasn't even remotely interested in women and was just a touchy-feely person, so it didn't bother her. Their drinks disappeared pretty quickly as they caught up, and Sharon was starting to wonder where Andy was when Thomas ordered them each a second drink.

"I was using the last of that bottle, so this glass is a little tall," the bartender apologized.

"No complaints, here." Sharon thanked him and took a long sip.

"So, where is this lieutenant who has managed to win your heart?" Thomas asked.

"He hasn't won shit yet," Sharon mumbled. "He won't make up his damn mind about what he wants from me. He acts like we're dating, and then he chickens out and takes two steps back. My son had to point out that we were 'dating' in the first place. I'm all for taking it slow, but I'm not even sure that there's an 'it' here at all."

"Well, he's an idiot if he hasn't taken you off of the market yet."

Sharon rolled her eyes. "You're so full of crap."

Thomas shrugged. "That's usually a safe assumption, but not on this one. You, my dear, are proof that being gay isn't a choice, otherwise you would be turning me down for the millionth time as we speak."

Meanwhile, Andy had taken the scenic route back and had walked slowly, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened and what to do about it. Sharon wasn't at the car, so he went to the clubhouse and looked around. He knew where to go when he heard a familiar laugh from the bar. He was taken aback to find Sharon talking with a younger, good-looking man who looked a little too comfortable touching her leg.

Sharon spotted Andy out of the corner of her eye, and her frustration with the afternoon and the fact that Andy had been dragging his feet about their relationship in general lately got the better of her. She took a long sip of wine and leaned a little closer to Thomas and returned his touches. Hell, she and Andy weren't serious enough for her to assume they were exclusive, and Andy didn't know that Thomas had no interest in women, so she was going to let him sweat it for a few minutes. "Hey, do me a favor and go along with me, okay?" Sharon whispered in Thomas's ear.

"The hell is going on, here?" Andy appeared behind them, his face turning red and his jaw clenched.

Sharon feigned surprise and guilt. "Oh, hey, Andy, this is Thomas. He used to work at the DA's office."

"You left me to walk six holes on the golf course to come back here and see someone else?"

"I didn't know he was here," Sharon explained. She bit back a laugh as Thomas shot her an approving I'd tap that look. "He's, uh, just an old friend."

Andy tried to cool down and offered his hand to Thomas. "Andy Flynn. Nice to meet you." He turned to Sharon. "You ready to go?"

"Give me a few minutes to finish my drink."

"Okay, uh, I'll go get the car."

Sharon chatted with Thomas for a few more minutes and finished her drink. "Thanks for the drinks, Thomas, it was great to see you again."

Thomas leaned over and gave her a quick hug. "It's always great to see you. Hope you guys work it out."

"I'm sure we will. Thanks."

Most of the ride back to Sharon's condo was quiet. Sharon knew that she hadn't exactly pushed the relationship forward, either, but she still wasn't exactly sure whether Andy wanted a serious relationship or just someone to do things with occasionally and to take to weddings or events when he wanted his family to see him with her.

"So, uh, what was that about?" Andy finally asked.

"Don't worry, Andy, I'm not his type."

"What, he prefers blonds?"

Sharon rolled her eyes. "He and Gavin dated a few years ago, and I spent a lot of time with them."

"So you pretended to flirt with him to hurt me, or…"

Sharon shook her head. "I'm sorry. I just…Where are we, Andy? If someone asked me out on a date, I would honestly feel free to go. We've had some kind of bizarre unspoken agreement that we're sort-of dating, but nothing has changed. We're still acting like we're friends."

"Yeah, but I thought you wanted to take it slow."

"The relationship, Andy, I want to take the relationship slow. But I honestly don't feel like I'm in one at all. We'll go out, but then sometimes it's like you freak out and we'll go days at a time where I wouldn't see or talk to you if it weren't for work. I'm ready to officially date if you are, but I'm done being someone you 'date' when it's convenient for you and don't date when you're afraid to commit."

Andy was pulling up to Sharon's condo by then. "So, what now? I take it you don't want to go out to dinner?"

"I think we both need a couple of days to think things through, but the ball's in your court. You know how I feel about you, but I'm not sure how you feel about me. I don't even know that you're sure how you feel about me."

A few days later, they had just wrapped a case, and Sharon was looking forward to going home and taking a long bath with a large glass of wine. She and Andy had been busy with the case and had managed to get through it without their argument getting in the way. Sharon had spent Saturday evening on the balcony with Andrea and a bottle of wine venting about it, and Andrea had given her some much-needed perspective. There was no need to even rush the existence of their relationship, and most of the time, Sharon was okay with the yes, no, stop, go status. The case had also reminded her that with them working together, they didn't need to begin a relationship until they were both absolutely sure that it was what they wanted. Which is why Sharon was surprised to come out of her office and be stopped by Andy. At first glance, it seemed that he had just asked her to go to dinner the next evening, which they'd done many times before, although there was never usually much planning. The word "romantic" threw her off, though. "Romantic?" She clarified.

Andy nodded. "Well, uh, that's how it's described."

"Oh, I see…" It was Sharon's turn to fumble for words as she tried to think quickly. "Um, uh, fine." She didn't miss the look of shock on Andy's face, and she needed to get the hell out of there before this got any more awkward. "Um, where's Hobbs?"

It took Andy a moment to find his voice. "She's in Interview One, I think."

Sharon turned away from him before he could see her grinning like an idiot, and she was still mouthing oh my god when she found Andrea.

This prompt was for a minor health emergency for Andy. I got the inspiration for the health emergency from a Golden Girls episode, although it's a little more severe here (but still okay).

Sharon was starting dinner one evening and listening to music, and she barely heard Andy come in from work. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and started singing along to the music. "Get with it, baby, 'cause you're fine and you're mine and you look so divi-ine. Come and get your love…"

"You don't have to tell me twice." Sharon turned her head to kiss him.

Andy pressed his lips to hers for a few moments before turning away and looking through the medicine cabinet. "Are we out of those Pepto Bismol caplets?"

"Yeah, I gave Rusty the last two last night, why?"

"My stomach's kind of bothering me. I don't feel sick, it's just kind of annoying."

Sharon finished getting dinner together and put it in the oven. "I'll run out and get some more."

"No, I can go—"

"I'll get it." Sharon gently pushed Andy toward the living room. "Why don't you lie down until dinner's ready?"

"Yeah, I think I will."

Sharon went to a nearby pharmacy and brought Andy a glass of water and the medicine when she got back. She sat on the couch beside him and ran her hand through his hair. "Where does it hurt?"

"It doesn't really hurt. This happened a couple of nights ago, and the medicine cleared it right up. It's probably just indigestion or something."

"All right. Dinner will be ready soon."

After dinner, Sharon sat on the porch with a glass of wine and FaceTimed Emily just to watch nearly-eleven-month-old Marie toddle around until Emily finally ended the call to put her to bed. She'd been walking, albeit unsteadily, for a couple of weeks now. Emily had been an early walker, too. Her sister called after that, and after they talked for a while, Sharon went inside to get ready for bed. With Rusty locked in his room studying, she was hoping for some quality time with Andy, but he was already in bed and looked like "quality time" was the last thing on his mind. She hopped into bed beside him. "What happened to 'come and get your love?'"

"It'll have to wait a couple of days," Andy muttered.

"What's the matter?" Sharon looked him over. He hadn't eaten much dinner, if any at all, but the medicine hadn't had much time to kick in then, and she'd figured he would go back for more after his stomach settled a little. "Do you feel sick?"

"I'm starting to. Julio was out yesterday because Mark had a stomach bug, and I was around him a good bit the day before. I'm afraid I caught it from him. Earlier, I really just thought it was nothing, or I wouldn't have kissed you."

"Honey. It would take more than the threat of a little stomach bug to keep me from kissing you, I can promise you that." Sharon pecked him on the lips. "But I believe this means that your and Rusty's cracks about how my cooking has caused a depletion of Pepto Bismol were completely uncalled for." Before she retired, she and Andy either took turns making dinner, cooked together, or got take-out, but she'd been cooking herself more often since she was usually already home early in the evenings. Rusty cooked every now and then, too. And, despite Andy's and Rusty's dramatics, she'd never caused any of them any digestive trauma. "Can I get you anything?" Andy shook his head. "Wake me up tonight if you start feeling worse, or if you need something." She gently nudged him over in the bed. "Sleep on my side tonight, it's closer to the bathroom."

By the time Andy fell asleep, Sharon wasn't quite ready for bed, so she got another glass of wine and read on the porch for a while. Having a sick husband, especially with Andy's medical history, was a bit like having a sick child, and she looked in on him occasionally until she was ready to go to bed. After making sure the path to the bathroom was clear and putting a glass of water on the nightstand beside him, she crawled under the covers. The sheets smelled vaguely of Andy, and the familiar comfort of his scent lulled her to sleep. Yeah, they were going to have to trade sides of the bed more often.

Sharon woke up a few hours later to go to the bathroom, and she could tell Andy was sitting up in bed beside her. She turned a lamp on and turned to him, a little disoriented from being on the wrong side of the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Andy winced and held his hand to the upper right part of his stomach.

Sharon quickly went to the bathroom, wrinkling her nose at the faint smell of vomit, and got back in bed. "It doesn't look like nothing, it looks like you're hurting. Have you gotten sick? Is your stomach upset?" Andy nodded. He knew she already knew the answer to that question. "And you didn't wake me because…"

"I know this is hard for you to believe, but it's possible for people in this house to vomit without you standing over them."

"Cut the crap, Andy, and tell me what's wrong."

"Just a little pain. I'm sure it'll go away. It's not low enough to be appendicitis, and it's completely the wrong side to be my heart," he quickly assured her. He felt like he was being stabbed in the stomach and his back, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her that. He was certain it wasn't his heart, otherwise he would've woken Sharon up a while ago, and he wanted to give the pain some time to go away before he did anything about it.

Sharon raised her eyebrows. "Not every heart attack or case of appendicitis is textbook, Andy, this could possibly be either one." She kissed his forehead and held the back of her hand to his cheek. "You have a bit of a fever. Something's not right. I'm taking you to the ER."

Andy shook his head. "I'd rather slam my balls in a car door." He'd had more than enough of hospitals in the last few years, both as a patient and a visitor.

"I'm sure I can arrange that, but we're going to the hospital first."

"Sharon, I know Rusty's and my hospital stints have spooked you—"

"'Spooked' implies that my concern is unfounded, which is absolutely not the case." Sharon reached over Andy to get his phone and scrolled through his contacts for his doctor's office. "I'll call the on-call doctor in your doctor's office and see what they say. If you're so sure it's nothing, I'm sure they'll agree." She disconnected her call a few minutes later and threw on some sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt over her nightgown. "We have to go to the ER…Andrew Flynn, you get your ass out of that bed this second," Sharon ordered when Andy didn't move.

"Such great bedside manner," Andy grumbled.

Sharon's expression softened. "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm worried, and I'm a little concerned that you're not worried." She slipped into a pair of sandals and helped Andy out of bed. "Your shoes are by the door. Let's go."

"In my pajamas?"

"You'll just have to change into a gown, anyway." Sharon wrapped her arm around his waist and led him to the kitchen. She grabbed his wallet, her purse, and his flip-flops by the door and helped him to the car.

When they got to the hospital, Sharon helped Andy inside and to a seat before going to sign him in. After explaining the problem and some of Andy's medical history, she was infuriated by the inaction of the woman behind the desk. "Excuse me, but my husband needs to be seen now."

"Ma'am, you'll need to fill out—"

"Ma'am, you need to find someone who doesn't need help with the word immediately." Sharon flashed Andy's badge that she barely remembered grabbing on the way out the door. "You don't want me to have to repeat myself, I can assure you."

"One moment, please."

"Yes, that's what I thought. Thank you."

A little while later, it was determined that Andy needed to have his gallbladder taken out. Sharon kissed his forehead before going to the waiting room. "I love you. I'll be here when you wake up." She pointed at the nearest person to her, having no idea whether they were a doctor or nurse or orderly or what. "He better wake up."

A few hours later, Andy startled awake and couldn't figure out where he was at first. He finally realized he was in the hospital, and the memory of having to have surgery came back to him. He remembered waking up in recovery and struggling to stay awake long enough for them to move him to a regular room so he could see Sharon, but he'd fallen asleep again while they were moving him there. He felt a soft hand encasing his, and he looked over to see Sharon sleeping in a chair right beside his bed with only the t-shirt he'd been wearing for a pillow. Damn, she had to be uncomfortable in that thing.

A couple of minutes later, a pressing need made itself known, and he begrudgingly called for a nurse. He doubted he could get out of bed by himself, and he'd been in the hospital enough recently to know that the nurses wouldn't want him out of bed by himself at this point.

Sharon's eyes fluttered when she sensed Andy stirring beside her, and she sat up and rubbed the back of her neck. "Hey, how're you feeling?"

"Not so bad…They didn't give me any…"

"Narcotics? No. You still have a local anesthetic, and they'll give you another one and some milder pain medicine before you leave the hospital. You okay?"

"Yeah…I just, uh, need to get to the bathroom. I called for a nurse, but I don't think I can wait much longer."

Sharon looked around for the receptacle the nurse had pointed out to her if this problem came up. "I can help you with this, or I can help you walk to the bathroom. I guess I'm better than you trying to go by yourself."

Andy shook his head. "I'm not using that thing, and you're not coming to the bathroom with me, either."

Sharon smoothed her hand over his cheek. "Well, if you really can't wait, then I don't see what other choice you have. Since when are you so shy about peeing in front of me, anyway?" That wasn't anything she'd ever thought about doing in front of him, but he never thought anything about waltzing into the bathroom and taking care of business when she was in there doing something else.

"It's not, uh, just pee," Andy mumbled.

Sharon nodded in understanding. "That's okay, I really don't mind. I'm sure the nurse won't be long. I'll help you get there, and then I'll come back out here when the nurse gets here."

"Sure, let's bring more people into this," Andy grumbled. Sharon was right, it was his only option, so he reluctantly let her help him out of bed. A nurse mercifully arrived as they reached the bathroom, so he took over, and Sharon gratefully retreated back into the room.

Once Andy was back in bed and had been examined by the nurse, he looked over at Sharon. "I know my gallbladder had to be removed because of gallstones blocking it or something, but I'm a little fuzzy on the details. What caused it?"

"They're not sure," Sharon answered. "Any risk factors you would've had for it, you took care of years ago. They've run a few tests to rule out some things, but it's possible that your gallbladder was just inefficient and allowed gallstones to build up. This just happens sometimes without much of an explanation."

"Nice…When can I go home?"

"Probably this evening, but tomorrow at the latest." Sharon ran her hand over his forehead. "Your fever's about gone, that's good…I'm sorry about last night. Or this morning, rather. I'm not the most pleasant person when I'm afraid for someone I love. I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

Andy nodded. "Literally. Speaking of which, we're going to have to switch sides of the bed more often."

Sharon smiled. "I was thinking the same thing." She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I love you. I'm so glad you're okay."