AN:an early update for inlovewithlife87, you know why ;) I wanted to update as soon as I read your PM but I was so busy with the preparations for this weekend.

Also a big thank you for all the lovely comments I have received! I always love to read them!

Still rated m to be on the safe side and these are not my characters, just playing with them.

Chapter twenty- eight

They were the only ones left in the murder room, like on so many evenings. Even Commander Hamilton left for home half an hour ago, telling them not to make it too late. Andy looked down to Sharon, while he massaged her shoulders. She had the evidence spread on her desk.

"You know Andy.. It was something she said.. about her being punished.. What if this wasn't about that poor little girl? What if the motive was to punish Ireen?"

"For her affair.."

"Or ending it." Sharon threw her head back to look at him. "Who does all of this lead to?"

Andy knew what she was saying, he already thought about it as well.

"Someone with surgical knowledge, knowledge about the tools, the medical waste schedule… He knew all that… without the girl, there was no reason for Ireen to end the affair."

"We'll need prove though.. and we're not going to find that here, tonight. Let's get you home. To that bath you longed for so much."

Andy bend over to whisper in her ear.

"And I might…" His nose rubbed the skin of her neck tantalizing. "I might be persuaded…" His lips pressed a soft kiss on the sensitive spot right behind her jaw.

"Hmmm."

"To give you a massage."

Andy kissed her again. This time longer, more passionate, a gently suck on the sensitive skin. The warmth in her lower abdomen spread through her body. Her hand reaching up, her fingers entangling in his hair, pulling him back down as his lips released her skin.

She smelled so good. It became harder everyday to only kiss her. He wanted their first time to be at the right moment though. He wanted it to be perfect. Long lasting. Making her feel loved. He didn't want to simply answer to lust. Besides she wasn't in a good place right now, she had too much on her mind, troubling her. In the middle of this murder case and with all the emotions raging inside of her wasn't a good time.

Sharon closed her eyes, leaning into Andy. Her body screaming at her that she wanted him so badly. His patience was driving her mad sometimes. She couldn't imagine how different Andy was. So sensitive, so gentle. Not anything like the man he portrayed himself to be for the outside world. She relaxed her head in the crook of his neck, while his lips continues planting soft kisses on her neck.

"Hm..

Her hums send parts of his body throbbing.

"Well, well, well…"

Andy felt how Sharon's body went rigid. The moment of intimacy definitely gone. Raydor was such an ass. He bit his lower lip, slowly moving up to stand upright. Give Sharon the space she needed.

"All that time, I was right."

Sharon turned around and stood up from her chair, looking hardened, as Jack really had the audacity to sound like an ill treated husband, who just caught his adulterous wife.

" 'We're just partners, Jack'…" He huffed.

"We were, Jack." Sharon's voice was calm, even though she began to feel her stomach clench in uncomfortable ways.

"I'm not blind, I know what I saw just now."

"I used past tense, we weren't back then. I didn't cheat on you, so there's no reason for you to act like the deceived husband. Do I need to remind you, it was yóu who cheated on me?"

Jack stared at her, not amused over her bringing that up again, especially not in front of Flynn. He narrowed his eyes. "I wonder what your superior would think about this…"

Ending in a cocky smile, it was most definitely meant as a threat. Sharon saw from the corner of her eyes, how Andy tensed next to her. Her hand touched his arm, calming him. Last thing she'd want him to do was hit Jack in the face or something. She knew Jack, he'd file a complaint. She didn't want him to have the satisfaction. He didn't like the threat, neither did she, but she knew it was an empty one. The Commander knew about their relationship. He was fine with it. Sharon tilted her head, eyes fixed on his, matching his cocky smile with one of her own.

"Commander Hamilton seemed to be just fine with it, but by all means ask him if you're really that interested."

A wider smile appeared on Jack's face. She had him there, and he knew it. It was part of what he loved so much about her. He could have known. Sharon was all about regulation. He could have known she would inform her superior officer. It was the fact that she took a risk with her so precious career and that stung. That career that had been such an issue in their relationship. She apparently had been willing to risk all of that for this Flynn, that thought was infuriating. It made Jack want to lash out at her, hurt her where he knew it would.

"I don't believe this will help your career very much, my dear… Sleeping your way up the ranks."

Sharon acted before she thought about it. Her hand shot out, slapping him hard in the face, surprising both men. Her heart raced in her chest. Her eyes blazing fire.

Andy couldn't help smiling as Raydor touched his cheek. The man looked stunned, but he really had it coming. He would have punched him in the face himself, if Sharon wouldn't have hit him herself.

Sharon shot him one angry glance before she walked passed him without saying as much as a word. Raydor pursed his pips. He was angry as hell. He got what he deserved though. Andy suddenly thought about something Sharon once told him, about knowing exactly how to hurt one another when they loved each other. Raydor definitely hit a nerve, or she would have not reacted the way she did. Andy thought about how many times he must have irritated her, annoyed her. How many times one of the guys must have implied the same thing? She always ignored it and remained calm, but not now. Probably because it was Raydor who said it.

Walking after her, Andy realized this incident had made one thing clear to him and that was that Sharon could perfectly take care of herself. She didn't need him to fight her battles for her. God help the guy though if he would file a complaint on her.

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Sharon had been very quiet the evening before. His hopes for a romantic evening successfully destroyed by Raydor's remark. She'd been angry with the guy, but it seemed like she'd been also angry with herself, for letting herself go the way she did. It wasn't anything like Sharon, but not totally non understanding either. She was being hard on herself and he wished she wasn't . On top of it all, her mother had called to invite her for Sunday lunch. Sharon, the good daughter she was, didn't have the heart to decline.

Andy wasn't really looking forward to, a no doub,t awkward luncheon with Dr. Mark Elliot. That was if Sharon even wanted him to come.

He studied Sharon rubbing the creases form her dress. One of her nervous habits. Occupying her hands.

"Andy, could you zip me up?"

Without much of a reply he walked over to her. His hand comfortable on her hip, while the other effortlessly moved the zipper up. His nose moving away her hair so he could kiss her neck first, then her shoulder, as she tilted her head sideways to give him more access. A hum escaped her lips. He would never get tired of the way she hummed, as it always made his blood run faster.

"Andy?.."

"Hm.."

"You're Catholic aren't you?"

He stood upright, distancing himself from her a bit. "Uh, yeah I am. Mom and dad both. You know the Irish and the Italian, they're very Catholic. When I moved out I kinda distanced myself from the whole going to church thing."

She smiled a bit uneasy at him.

Andy looked curious. "Why?"

"Never mind."

Sharon tried to smile it away, but Andy frowned touching her arm.

"What did you want to ask?... "

Sharon had wanted to ask him something, but his answer about not going to church had shied her away. Maybe it worried her, as she was still practicing and so were her parents. Suddenly his mind connected the dots.

" I'd marry you in church if you'd want me to. I'd marry you anywhere."

Laughter relaxed her body, making her look less tensed. It was nice to see her more relaxed, although he had meant it more serious. He believed that was what had been bothering her. Now he was the one left feeling awkward.

"Good to know…" Her eyes twinkled.

"But that wasn't what was bothering you….Great."

He blushed a bit embarrassed. Sharon only smiled, because it made him look so cute.

"I was wondering whether you'd mind accompanying me to church today…" The serious look on her face returned. "I uh.. I really don't want to go alone. I know it's going to be awkward, so.."

Andy took her face in his hands, staring deep into her vulnerable green eyes. His thumbs stroke her cheeks. "Of course I'll come with you."

Smiling he gave her a kiss. He wasn't looking forward to it, as the last time hadn't been a success. Maybe he could be a buffer of some sort though, or contribute to them starting a normal conversation and make up.

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Andy sought out her hand, while driving over to her parents house.

"Are you sure you want to go to your parents house?"

Her father had been everything but welcoming, when they'd entered the church. Him being there only adding to the existing tension. Her mother unfortunately hadn't been very aware of the tension surrounding them. It predicted nothing good for that lunch. He could come up with a few excuses to just go home and offend no one.

"Momma is looking forward to it and if daddy decides he doesn't want to talk well that's just fine with me. He's just being stubborn. I did nothing wrong. "

"No you didn't. I just don't want you hurt, honey."

"I'll be fine."

Sharon said that so many times and he wondered how many times that sentence was just an act. Only lately he realized how vulnerable she was and how easy she could get hurt. He'd seen it during the argument with her father at the hospital. The disappointment, the anger because she was fighting against her tears. Her encounter with Raydor. Love could hurt so much. Andy knew he couldn't protect her for that kind of pain. He was still horrified over the idea that he might one day cause her the same kind of pain. But not tonight. He'd do everything in his power to protect her, even against her own father. She hadn't done anything wrong.

Before Sharon could open the door, he stopped her, putting his hand on her thigh, getting her attention as she turned back to look at him. She smiled, the way she only smiled at him, with those heartwarming eyes of hers. Curious, wondering why he had stopped her from opening the door. He looked intense at her, wanting to forget the world around them for a moment. The case, her father. He stroke a lock of her hair form her face, putting it behind her ear, before his hand cupped her cheek. The most loving smile, smiled back at him.

"I love you, Sharon." He wasn't sure whether tonight was the best night, but he longed for her so much. He just wanted to make her feel loved. "I want to show you exactly how much…"

Her smile grew wider. He had already made the arrangements at his place. Maybe it was stupid, but he wanted their first time to be in his apartment. In his bed. She'd been the only woman who'd ever been in that bed. Somehow that made it more their place. Andy knew it was unfair and she didn't give him any reason to, but in her apartment he still felt Raydor's presence. He wanted it to be special, romantic, something that involved just them, a time they would always carry around in their hearts.

"Only if you want too…"

Insecurity set in yet again. Andy was so adorable sometimes. Wondering even now whether she was ready for it. She had already been ready that evening they had their undercover assignment. A sigh escaped her, bending into him, so she could answer him with a kiss.

It was a bit surprising to feel her lips on his at first. His lips moving instinctively , hungry for the taste of her. Her lips capturing his lower lips, each time she inhaled, while her tongue made a warmth spread inside of his mouth. His hand pulled her even closer, his other hand burying itself in her thick auburn hair, grateful that she wore it down today. Sharon pushed him back, he could feel the door handle now pushing into his back. He didn't care. He couldn't think straight anymore, as each time her passion seemed to catch him by surprise. Just like the night of their undercover assignment. He was just used to being so careful with her.

Trying to catch his breath, Andy realized the bulge in his pants grew with every throb, but even more so that they were parked in front of her parents house. What if they could see from inside the house? Sharon practically on top of him inside the car.

They'd have to stop this. It was already uncomfortable enough as he could hardly walk in there with the erection he got now.

"Sharon, your parents. "

His breathing was heavy. Her eyes twinkled, while she bit her lower lips. Realizing beyond a doubt what they were doing. A blush covering her cheeks, her eyes casting down.

"Sorry, now we better wait a couple of minutes before we get in."

"Hm-mm and you being this close is not going to speed up the process."

Sharon giggled allowing herself to drop back in her seat.

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Silence reigned at the dinner table. Sharon's fork arranging the salad on her plate, avoiding eye contact with her father. Mark did the same. Busying himself with the food, making sure his mouth was full, so he wouldn't have to start a conversation. The situation became more awkward by the minute.

Diane glanced over from her husband to their daughter. Both of their body language tensed up. The silence at the dinner table at this time awkwardly deafening. She put down her own fork and knife.

"Alright.. Which one of the two of you is going to tell me what's going on."

Sharon bit the inside of her cheek, as she felt her mom's scrutinizing eyes on her. Focusing on the plate in front of her, not being very willing to talk. Let her dad give her the answers she wanted, he was the one who had started it.

Diane looked at Sharon's face. She looked angry. Her daughter was never angry. Unless… She looked over at her husband. They had talks about this. Lengthy ones. She had warned him. No matter how much he disliked Andy Flynn, it wasn't worth fighting over. Let it stand in between them and their daughter. It wasn't worth it, not as long Sharon was happy and she was. Diane would not take his side in this matter, he could forget about that.

"Mark?..."

He knew that tone in her voice. It wasn't anything like she was thinking here. This wasn't about Flynn. Thought his must be his influence on her. The Sharon he raised would never do anything like this.

"Ask your daughter…"

Mark was just as angry and annoyed, which was awkward, as he never in no circumstance had been this upset with Sharon, not even when she told them she wouldn't go to law school, but to the Police Academy instead. Diane looked confused forth and back. Sharon wet her lips finally looking up from her plate.

"Daddy does not like that we're questioning people at the hospital."

Mark put down his glass. "Questioning? You're accusing people."

"No, I did not. I asked questions, and you chose to keep things from me and that made it suspicious."

Diane's eyes widened, not believing what she just heard her daughter say. "Suspicious? What? Sweetie you surely don't believe your father had anything to do with this?"

"No of course not, but he didn't tell me the truth either."

Mark was unable to keep the annoyance from his voice. "And for that she came barging into the board room…"

Sharon pursed her lips. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't do this on your schedule.. This is a murdered child we're talking about and you deliberately kept things from me, because you knew it would incriminate your friend."

Diane looked confused at the two, who were shouting words at one another, with the speed of that of a tennis match.

Mark got red in the face. Frustrated because of his daughter's stubbornness in the matter. "You're being ridiculous. Phil would never murder a child."

Sharon sighed. "You won't help him like this."

"I didn't tell you because it was utterly ridiculous. And you had no right."

Her eyes widened, looking at her father. "I had every right. What you don't seem to get, is that you were obstructing in a formal police investigation and if you weren't my father I would have arrested you and questioned you at the station. I asked you several times and you lied to me. This is a little girl we are talking about. She was brutally murdered and her parents can't get closure. Every tiny bit of information is important."

"You're being stubborn." Mark grabbed his glass of scotch and moved up from the dining table. He had enough of this conversation.

Sharon shook her head. If anyone was being stubborn it was him and this endless faith in his friend, which she wasn't entirely sure he deserved either. She took her napkin from her lap and put it on the table.

"Momma, thank you for lunch it was lovely…" Sharon pushed her chair backwards, using her hands to push herself up.

Diane panicked thinking of a way to calm down the situation and get them back to talking to one another again. "Sharon you're not leaving already, are you?"

"I believe it's better if we do."

Sharon smiled as she bend over to kiss her mom goodbye.

Andy looked a bit uncomfortable at Diane. "Thank you for the lunch, Mrs. Elliot."

Somehow calling her Diane didn't feel right yet, although she kept protesting at the 'Mrs. Elliot'. She seemed too upset to protest now. Worry and concern in her eyes. So far his plans for a romantic evening. Sharon was angry, irritated, not a great mood to be romantic, especially not for something as special as they'd been longing for.

It became very clear that Sharon indeed had forgotten all about their special plans, when she closed the car door.

"Let's go to the hospital."

"What do you want to do?"

"I believe it's about time we question Dr. Haskell."

She was angry with her father's stubbornness, that's what fueled her. It wasn't an unusual move though. It made sense for them to talk to Haskell. Sharon wouldn't let her anger blind her and that spoke for her.