"Ready for lunch?" he popped his head into her office without knocking. Anyone else would get an eye for doing that, but never Andy. She snapped out of her daze, and then she tried not to groan out loud. Oh, there was that uniform. She really, really liked his uniform, Andy IN uniform. It had been driving her crazy all day. She knew it, and she knew Andy knew it was driving her crazy too. He'd caught her staring at him throughout the morning and had winked back at her, smirked at her, and flashed his dazzling smile at her on, well, too many occasions to now count.

"Ah, yes," she smiled. She sighed the paperwork in front of her, closing the file. She stood and looked to Andy. He was grinning at her, and she tilted her head to question his expression. 'Yes?" she drew out.

He stood grinning in the doorway, "Oh, nothing," he continued to watch her. "Somehow losing that bet of ours wasn't such a bad deal. Yeah, I've got to wear this thing," he gestured to his uniform, "but, watching you get flustered all morning has been worth every bit of it."

She scoffed at him as she walked around her desk, "I'm not getting flustered." She stopped to talk to him as he stood in her doorway. She ran her hand up his shirt to straighten his tie. He glanced down at her hand and then to her, raising an eyebrow.

"If I'm going to lunch with one of my lieutenants in uniform, he'd better look sharp," she nodded, finishing with his tie and stepping back.

"So, does my appearance classify as dashing?" he grinned. Sharon's face got red, and she heard Andy start laughing.

"I think I'll pick up the cake on my own," he grumbled and started toward her other door.

"Oh, come on, Sharon," he chuckled, as he stepped toward her, tugging on her arm. He flashed his puppy dog face at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"We'd better dash out of here before Buzz puts the pieces together and Provenza tries to tag along," she commented.

"I'll dash," he said, smacking his sides. "I was told my uniform is getting a bit snug, so I need to dash," he winked, gesturing for her to go ahead. She groaned again, and the two walked through the office.

"Lieutenant, we'll be back shortly," she nodded to Provenza. Andy waved to the room, and the rest watched them leave. A quiet, "Idiots," could be heard from Provenza, and the rest of the team chuckled at said idiots as they left.

They had the elevator to themselves, and Sharon glanced to Andy's tie and moved to fix it again. Andy loosely stilled her hands, putting his around her writs. "Captain, that's the fourth time this morning you've messed with my tie," he flashed a grin.

"I can't help it if you keep messing it up," she said as she smoothed it. "There," she smiled. "You wouldn't have to wear it if you hadn't lost the bet."

"The bet," he grumbled. "I can make you talk right here," he smiled, his hand going toward the back of her neck. She ducked out of the way.

"Andy," she sighed. "You're like a child," she hissed and shook her head as the elevator arrived at the parking garage. "I'll drive so you don't have to lose your parking space."

"Oh, thanks. I love parking next to my captain," he grinned as they arrived at her car. They both got in and started toward the bakery. There was a restaurant in the same shopping center, and they had decided to eat there and then get the cake so it didn't melt in the summer heat.

"That game tomorrow is going to be great, Sharon," he smiled, sitting back and relaxing. "I can't wait. The team is excited too. Hopefully, things aren't too crazy for the ride along tonight so I am not too exhausted."

"About that," Sharon told him, "if you are too tired after the game, you don't have to stay and watch the fireworks. I should have thought that through."

"Are you kidding?" he turned to her. "I can't wait for that either. I love watching the fireworks, and you have one of the best views in the city. The company is great too."

"Well, if something comes up, it's not a problem," Sharon said. She took a couple more turns, and then she pulled into the parking lot. "Here we are. That wasn't too bad. I thought about walking, but it's just a bit too far."

"Plus," he nodded, "you have on those killer heels," he smiled. "I'm in this thing," he nodded to his uniform.

"Hmm, two reasons not to walk," she added as they got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. They found a booth and sat, both quiet as they studied the menu.

"What are you ordering?" she asked.

"I guess I shouldn't eat anything. I have been told I need to lose weight," he said playfully.

"Andy," Sharon rolled her eyes, "I was only teasing. You don't need to lose weight. You look very handsome in your uniform?"

"Yeah?" he grinned. "I knew you were teasing," he flashed a smile. "I wanted to see if you'd admit to it and admit you like me in this uniform. Two points for the captain," he winked. Before Sharon could reply the waitress walked over. They both asked for water and placed their orders. Sharon looked to Andy and noticed he was messing with his tooth.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

He started to look around, stood, walked to the counter, and then he returned. Sharon watched with question. He plopped a toothpick in his mouth and explained, "I may have tried out some of your fresh fruit this morning that you put in the break room," he smiled guiltily. "I have a seed or something in my tooth," he explained. Sharon had lost all sense of awareness, as she was now focused on the toothpick. That stupid toothpick. She knew he loved them; she had two boxes in her kitchen just for when he was there. Rusty had even asked about them, Jack too years ago, but she always made sure she had toothpicks on hand for Andy. Now, he was talking, but she wasn't hearing any of it. She was focused on the toothpick.

"Sharon?" he questioned. He stopped talking and looked to her, trying to gauge the faraway look in her eye. "Sharon?" he said again. She watched as he moved the toothpick from side to side as he spoke. Before she knew what she was doing, she snagged it from him and put it on the table. "Sharon?" he asked again.

"What?" she snapped out of it. "Sorry," she blushed. "The toothpick was driving me crazy."

Andy smiled smugly, "So, let me get this straight. The toothpick was bothering you, so you just yanked it out of my mouth? Think you have that right?" he teased.

Sharon's face turned even redder than it had been, "Yes, I do. I needed it gone," she said as she started to push her hair out of her face, her fidgeting mechanism. She started to twirl a strand of her hair, trying to talk her way out of the situation.

Andy nodded once and stood. He walked over to the counter, grabbed another toothpick, and this time when he returned, he slid in the booth next to Sharon. She looked up at him, wondering what he was doing. His hip nudged at her, and she moved over. He put the toothpick back in his mouth and used his hand to still her hair.

"Well, I need this gone," he gestured to her twirling her hair.

"My hair?" she said in a disgusted tone.

"No, the twirling. It's bothering me, driving me crazy," as you said. He had shifted to where he was almost whispering at her. The second toothpick was hanging there, driving her crazy once again. He smiled at her, almost baiting her.

"Why is the toothpick driving you crazy, Sharon?" he said quietly, looking to her eyes.

"It just is," she said, now flustered. "Why is twirling my hair bothering you. It's just a thing I do."

"As is this," Andy gestured to the toothpick. He pulled it out and put it on the table. "The hair is distracting because it's sweet to see you all flustered," he said sweetly and stood and quickly slid into his side of the booth. Sharon let out her breath; she didn't know she'd been holding it and threw a smirk toward Andy. "Plus," he added with a grin, "I like your hair. When you play with it, I can't take my eyes off it."

"Well, that's not the case with the toothpick," she spat out, now visibly flustered. "Where's our food?" she said, now nervous and looking around.

Andy reached over and stilled her hands. They were now tapping on the table. She looked to him, now somewhat irritated he'd gotten her all flustered again. "The fireworks tomorrow," he started, "yeah, I'm not leaving your condo until we watch those and talk about whatever has had you distracted so much lately. I think it's time," he nodded to her. "Put everything on the table."

"Oh, like the toothpicks out on the table," she gestured to them now sitting on the table. She needed a distraction, a clear way out of THAT conversation. She saw him start to open his mouth, but their food was delivered. Andy left the conversation as it was, and both started to eat.

Andy's phone rang when they were both about done eating. He groaned, but stood. "Provenza," he told Sharon. "Let me step outside. It's a bit loud in here. I'll be right back." Sharon nodded to him, and she watched as he walked out the door. She looked back to the table, noting the toothpicks were staring back at her. What was it about those toothpicks? Sharon got into a staring contest with the toothpicks, focused on them. Her mind started to wander. She almost couldn't take it, watching Andy with the toothpicks, and finally, after several minutes, she figured out why. Andy's lips liked those toothpicks, and she was having trouble focusing because she wondered what his lips were like. He'd kissed her on the cheek and on the head many times, but as her feelings for him were changing, she was envisioning what it would be like to feel those lips on hers. Stupid toothpicks. They got her every single time. She'd have to go home now and throw out every single toothpick she had in the house.

"Ready to go?" he reappeared, taking Sharon by surprise and causing her to jump. He chuckled when he put his hand on her shoulder in reassurance. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you at all." He squeezed her shoulder. "Are you all set?"

"Yes," she nodded as she grabbed her purse and stood. She pushed her hair out of her face and flipped it over her shoulder. She saw Andy wince, but didn't know why. "I didn't get the check yet," she told him.

"Already paid," he waved to her. "I walked into the bakery while I was on the phone with Provenza and picked up the cake. Would you believe he called me wanting me to bring him some doughnuts?" Andy chuckled. "So, I was that guy, the stereotypical cop, going into the bakery for doughnuts," he rolled his eyes. "Should have told him they were out of doughnuts."

"You already got the cake, and you already paid?" Sharon asked, trying to snap out of her fog. "Where was I, and how did I let you pay again?"

Andy's eyes drifted back to the table, "You were there in what looked like a staring contest with those dreaded toothpicks," he winked. "Come on; I'll even drive back to work." Sharon scoffed, but she didn't seem to argue. When they got to the car, she didn't even protest about going to the passenger side door.

"Wait," she shook her head. "When did you get my car keys? The cake is in the car?"

"Sharon, you handed them to me when we walked into the restaurant," he chuckled. "Don't you remember?"

"No," she sighed. "I seem to be in a daze."

He shrugged and winked as they got into the car, "It's the uniform. Dashing, some might say."