Sharon stands at the kitchen island, cradling a mug between her hands of hot tea. Having returned not long ago from Margo's house, she was filled with a wealth of information. She knew she had to write her usual report, but was taking her time to do so. Hearing the door begin to open, she leans to the side slightly to see Andy walking through the door, "How did it go?"

"It's...it was too easy, Pen." Andy joyfully walks closer to her, "I was there for...I don't know, something like twenty minutes to a half hour, they said I seemed like a relaxed guy and then pulled out cocaine." He begins to chuckle, shaking his head, "It was too easy. I saw it. I can confirm that there's drug use here. I'm betting some distribution because James asked how much I thought I could do."

She smiles slightly, amused with his excitement, "And did you partake in the recreational drug use?"

"Told them I had a heart condition." He shrugs, "Gene didn't do it either."

"Good job." Sharon nods, taking a sip of her drink, "Proud of you."

"Thank you." Andy smirks, rounding the island toward the refrigerator, "How about I grill up some chicken for dinner? And..." He pulls out the small stalks of asparagus, "This, Maybe?"

"You want to make dinner?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Why not? I can grill."

"I never said you couldn't. I'm just amused that you want to since we've been buying out and dining on Margo's soup. I can make a salad, which you will eat." Sharon playfully narrows her eyes toward him, a smile starting at the corner of her lips.

Andy grins broadly, "Yes, dear."

Sharon closes the condo door behind herself, leaning against it with a blissful smile.

Rusty leans over from his place at the dining room table, catching sight of her, "I take it that it went well..."

She jumps slightly, her eyes widening before she walks toward him, "What are you still doing awake?"

He shrugs, taking a sip of his chocolate milk in front of him, "I was on a writing roll. I didn't want to stop. I usually don't finish the thought process if I stop in order to sleep." He slowly closes his laptop from the place in front of him, "Come sit. Tell me about it."

"About what? There's nothing to tell you about." Sharon sinks into the seat next to the young man. She begins to remove her heels.

"It was dinner. Like...actual dinner without anyone else there. Lots can happen at dinner. Also, I'm betting you were there for a while from when you called." Rusty playfully waves his eyebrows.

"We talked. It was just food, Rusty, really."

"The smile on your face says otherwise." The young man opens the screen of his laptop, beginning to tap his fingers against the keyboard of the compact machine, "You look great when you're happy."

"That was absolutely delicious." Sharon grins broadly, leaning over the table to touch his hand, "I am impressed."

Andy shrugs, "Just threw some meat and vegetables on the grill with a little seasoning. Nothing too difficult." He absently takes note of her hand on his own, "I can make dinner tomorrow night too, if you'd like."

"I couldn't-"

He nods, "I insist. Do you like steak? I tried to be a vegetarian for a while. Lasted a few years, but...I really missed steak." He chuckles to himself a little, "I don't eat much of it, but when I do, I like to do it well."

"You have to be careful. Red meat is not good for a man with a heart condition." Sharon scowls slightly, "I don't want you having a heart attack while we're on a mission. Imagine how that would go at the hospital." She shakes her head a little, "No, actually, don't imagine that. That would be awful...for multiple reasons. Mostly because seeing you so ill would be awful."

Andy smiles gently, "Seeing you sick was pretty bad too." He places his free hand over hers, "Knowing I couldn't really do anything about it was the worst part."

She stares deeply into his eyes for a moment before pulling her hands away, "What...what is happening here?" She mumbles, shaking her head a little.

He shakes his head, "Something we...maybe we could look into."

Sharon doesn't say anything before standing, taking her empty plate from the dinner table, walking from him. Something within her says he's right, but another part of her says that this is very wrong. Especially to explore here, while they're supposed to be at the top of their games.

Andy swallows, watching her. "Hey, listen...I didn't-"

"This isn't the time." She replies softly.

"I know that, I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for." Sharon washes the dishes as she speaks, her tone downcast. Sharon hasn't dated in over twenty years. When she and Jack would attempt to 'work things out', it usually ended in heartbreak yet again. Not only for herself, but for her children. She knows Andy isn't Jack. She knows Andy is far more responsible and caring than Jack ever was, or ever would be. However, could she let her guard down long enough to show her true feelings?

"Do you like sushi?" Andy asked her as they drove.

Sharon smiled to herself, "What is the fascination with Major Crimes division and sushi?" She spoke with her hands a little, "Seems that every time I turn around, I see takeout or hear about you all going."

"We go less often than you think. Amy goes most because it's what's left open between her and Chuck's schedules, and Provenza just talks about going." He chuckled, "Plus, the place isn't all that bad. Great."

"I love sushi, actually."

Andy smirked, "Good. I figure we'd both find something there that we'd like." He nods, "I'm really glad you agreed to this. It means a lot to me."

Sharon blushed, glancing toward the passenger side window. She felt the same way. Of course she did, but she knew she couldn't possibly tell him that. "Enjoy it while it lasts...shall we?"