/LIVING PROOF 2/

"You are kidding me!"

Andrew Flynn arched one eyebrow and his upper lip curled in semi repulsion when his gaze landed on the butt-ugly gnome that rested in Sharon Raydor's arms as she came through the door into the corridor. They were on their way home from the Christmas dinner, the corridor eerily silent compared to the noise that echoed from the major crimes squad room, the party still going.

"Since when do you stoop to the level of kidnapping god-awful Christmas ornaments, huh?"

It was the last thing Andy had expected to find tugged against her chest when she showed up for the lift home he had offered to give her, her suitcase following her trail. He had felt in a chivalrous mood and had as such offered his passenger seat to her, the notion that if he prolonged the time he spent with her then surely he would think less of the plans for Christmas with his kids that lay in long ruin.

Sharon quirked back an eyebrow at him and her mouth twitched, "It was given to me, so no kidnapping or thievery is involved, lieutenant."

"Oh yeah?" Andy prodded, still not able to understand why the atrocious thing deserved such a comfortable place to rest or why she seemed intent on hugging it like a fond teddy-bear from her childhood, "Because I'm pretty sure that ugly thing belongs to the Johnsons'."

"Lieutenant," Sharon intoned with a drawl, her voice tinted by a low pleasant timbre that was always a bit more pronounced when she was tipsy, "It was given to me. A present if you like."

Andy angled his head and smiled at her, thinking she looked beautiful tonight. His eyes went over the rosy flush that had started creeping over her cheeks when she had finished the first glass of red wine. It had only blossomed into a sparkle since. There was something alluring about her tonight, something that drew him close – something that made him want to be even closer.

Andy felt submerged in her presence in a way he had not felt in a long time, enclosed into a little sphere where he felt giddy and tingly. It had been brought on by her close proximity throughout the entire Christmas dinner. She had landed her hand on his forearm a couple of times, merry tones as she joined in on Provenza's story from the good old days, filling the holes that Provenza purposely neglected to tell. Andy knew from the self-aware smile she tried to hide that she had not meant to touch him, and yet it happened again, her shoulder against his and her fingers gingerly on his wrist.

"You say that and yet I wouldn't put it past you to take the liberty of actually stealing that thing."

Sharon tilted her head, "I think you are once again confusing your own traits with mine."

Andy shrugged with an encouraging smile, "I just have a hard time seeing Chief Johnson giving away Christmas ornaments and to you nonetheless."

Sharon smiled, "I see your point. It was Willie Ray who gave it to me on account of being Brenda's friend," she smiled in a strange sort of way and Andy agreed those words sounded alien coming from her lips.

Her mouth curled with amusement, "So I am merely taking home what is rightfully mine. Do you have a problem with that, lieutenant Flynn?"

Andy shook his head, his eyes once again on the ugly gnome, "Well, if you want something to scare away your neighbors, you've got it. That thing is hideous beyond reason and frankly it would serve better as a scarecrow."

Sharon pursed her lips, "I happen to like it."

Andy gave her a look full of disbelief, "I don't believe you."

Sharon made a mocking grimace in return.

"On the other hand," Andy started as they entered the elevator to the garage level, "it's something your friend Brenda would adore." His tone was dry and he shook his head once again, "Really, that must have been the most awkward exchange I've ever witnessed, the Chief introducing you. Provenza nearly had a heart attack and I was ready to laugh my coffee up."

Sharon shrugged and took a step closer to him, her eyes crinkled as she confessed in a low voice, "I do like Brenda, if I have to tell the truth."

"Since when?"

"She sorta grows on you, doesn't she?" the way she intoned the words at the end clearly included Andy into the statement. Sharon had after all been privy to his less than stellar acknowledgement of Chief Johnson when she had first joined the LAPD, why, he had been an ass back then. A self-righteous bastard.

He grinned in agreement, "Yeah."

Sharon patted his arm, "We've both come a long way, hmm."

"Yeah," Andy agreed again, feeling goofy.

"You are extraordinarily eloquent in your vocabulary tonight, lieutenant," Sharon teased him as she leaned even closer, her eyes on him, "why, I'm starting to think your default function is to utter rough 'yeah's at me."

Andy leaned sideways, his shoulder bumping against hers, "I use big words when the need arises, Captain."

She rolled her eyes but her lips parted in a broad smile.

Andy smiled and then fired back in a light tone, "Apropos behavior and tonight, you seem to be in a flirty mood, huh. How much did you have to drink? I was sure you only had a couple of glasses but who knows, maybe you and your friend Brenda snuck out and shared a friendly toast?"

The light-hearted atmosphere was ruined almost instantaneously, a flicker of unrest to read in her expression before she averted her eyes to the ugly gnome in her arms as if it was extremely interesting.

Damn.

"I didn't mean it like that," Andy tried to backpedal because apparently making any sort of vague reference to the fact that they used to be more than merely friendly was off limits. One of those invisible rules that she had forgotten to tell him about but took for granted he knew about.

"I mean, you just seem to be in a happy mood – well, you know, happy despite the circumstances."

Sharon gave a noncommittal hum in response.

The rest of the ride in the elevator felt stuffed and awkward, Andy alternating between looking at the numbers and then at Sharon who still avoided his gaze, clearing his throat but not knowing what to fill the silence with.

Maybe he should just have let her take a cab home.

It would have been easier.

"Are you certain no one else will need a ride home?" Sharon asked when they exited the elevator into the garage level. Her voice was back to normal and her expression impassive when she looked sideways at him, the noise from her suitcase being wheeled across the concrete ground drawing his attention for a second.

Andy shrugged as he walked next to her, "They can fend for themselves."

She raised an enquiring eyebrow at his tone.

Andy huffed and then explained, "Buzz drove Mike home an hour ago and Sanchez well, I'm sure he will get home without a problem. Last I checked Provenza thought I had already left and only seemed miffed I was correcting his story about what he considers the glory days," Andy paused and then added, "He is not missing me and he can take a cab if he doesn't carpool with the Chief and her family."

Sharon smiled again, "Are you feeling a bit put out, lieutenant?"

Andy arched an eyebrow, "Put out?"

"Neglected by your partner," she explained with pursed lips, her expression too innocent, "I think he took offence to my presence and that I chose to sit next to you tonight."

Andy rolled his eyes, "I thought he was rather well-behaved, taking everything into consideration."

Sharon nodded, "We did have a somewhat civil conversation at one point."

"And now you are lying straight through your teeth," Andy shook his head and quickly took a two-step in front of Sharon and then walked backwards, his eyes on her with mirth.

Sharon smiled in a wicked fashion, "Oh no, we quite civilly agreed on your exceptionally dismal skill for wrapping presents. A blind toddler could do a better job of it."

Andy narrowed his eyes, "You are awful."

"Your wrapping is awful," she delivered back, her teeth showing as she beamed.

Andy shook his head, "Sometimes I am mighty glad you two do not get along more."

"Why?" she drawled, her smile once again flirtatious. It was the only word that fitted her tone and the only word that fitted the way she regarded him however much she wanted to pretend they were not flirting.

"Well, for one thing if the two of you were all friendly and in cahoots, I would have absolutely no one to complain to about Provenza."

"What's the other thing?"

"You would annoy me to an early grave," Andy deadpanned.

Andy's old Crown Vic came within view, the walk along the garage level seeming to take no time at all – or at least it felt like less time with Sharon by his side.

"There's no need to worry, lieutenant," Sharon smirked at him as she turned around to regard him with her back to the passenger side door, letting go of the handle on her suitcase, "I will refrain from cavorting with your grumpy partner."

Andy lifted one eyebrow and took a step towards her, "That's mighty admirable of you, Captain."

"I'm a very admirable person," she smiled back in retort, her eyes crinkled with mischief.

Andy was only focused on the way her lips begged to be kissed, colorful and slightly pursed.

In hindsight this was why he should have let her take a cab home.

It was Christmas, however, and he was lonely.

It only took a step forward and then his mouth fitted so nicely against hers, tentative at first but he met nothing but pliant and soft lips, so he took another step and pressed her up against the car door and let his lips fully cover hers.

His hands immediately found a purpose on her hips but not for long. He changed his mind and let them travel up along the sides of her stomach instead. He grabbed her shoulders as he deepened the kiss and moved his fingers to hold her head when he sought more skin contact.

Sharon made a noise at the contact, a continuous little hum that curled through his body like electricity with its familiar timbre. She opened her mouth more and drew him closer with one hand at the back of his neck, fingers seeking a hard grip in his hair.

That idiot gnome was still tugged against her chest, one arm clutching it in a death grip he noticed, the offending ornament not seeming that offending anymore. As long as he could kiss her nothing else really mattered.

It was pent-up frustration coming out in a torrent, his approach less than soft. He just wanted to devour her in some fashion, and when it came to this it meant kissing her as if his life depended on their lips being fastened together with glue.

"Andy," Sharon breathed when they took a short break, his lips tingling as they both took a steadying inhalation before the kiss continued.

Andy pulled her closer in reply, his hands splayed on the back of her spine before he slid them down and grabbed her ass and brought her pelvis into contact with his groin.

"I want you," he growled because shit that was the only thing he was aware of. The bulge in his pants ever so pressing and uncomfortable, the nearness of her body only riling him further up.

Sharon made another noise then, strangled and yet excited.

"I want to fuck you," he whispered into the skin before her ear, teeth scraping across her earlobe before his mouth slid down her neck, kisses along the way.

"Lieu -," Sharon started to say, throaty sound.

Andy covered her mouth once again with his own, drowning out her obvious attempt at putting this into some sort of order.

In response she curled her fingers through the small hairs at the back of his neck and then leaned her head back from his seeking mouth, the fingers tightening in his hair and making him groan in pain when she stopped him from leaning down and capturing her lips again.

"We are not having sex," Sharon said as she tried to control her voice, the words seeming absurd, "not here and not now."

Andy raised his eyebrow, "I only kissed you, Sharon," he then paused and with a crooked smile he drawled, "We are at least a couple of minutes away from having sex."

She shook her head, "Don't."

"Don't what?" Andy pursed his lips, trying to comprehend why she looked devastated.

"You were only supposed to take me home, nothing else."

"You kissed me back?"

She shrugged and let go of his hair, "I know, I know. But I am not ready – not for all of this," she looked down, eyes on his chest.

"It doesn't have to mean a thing," Andy said, his fingers going in circles around her hip in a caress.

She looked up with a jerk, her expression decidedly sardonic, "I'm thrilled to know sex with me means so little to you."

Andy rolled his eyes, sighing when she pushed him away with a huff.

He obliged and gave her a soft look, "That's not what I meant. Don't spoil for a fight, okay? It was just a thought," he shrugged before he turned and then started around the backend of his car, "I'll take you home, okay. No funny stuff, I promise."

Sharon pursed her mouth in reply, her eyes narrowed.

Andy quickly grabbed her suitcase and made room for it in the trunk of his car, a sigh escaping when he heard the car door opening and closing. He got in, trying to think of a topic that would bring back levity.

After a ten minute drive in silence Sharon spoke, "Just this once."

She shifted the gnome in her arms and then gave him a hesitant look out of the corner of her eyes, quickly looking away when he turned his head.

Andy hummed, not sure what to tell her, excitement mixing with apprehension in a strange concoction.

"It doesn't mean that we are getting back together," Sharon told him in a no-nonsense tone, this time catching his eyes, "okay?"

Andy agreed with a nod, "I know," he paused, eyes on the road as he swerved into a different lane, "A one-time thing on account of the shitty Christmas we are both having without our respective families."

She grimaced, "That sounds so impassive and dull."

Andy chuckled, "Oh don't worry, it won't be dull."

She made a sound that sounded like a repressed snort.

"Heck, Sharon, it makes sense. You're lonely – I'm lonely. It's Christmas and neither of us can be with our loved ones. So it's just one of those things that happen. It won't change our friendship. I mean, I'm not about to start behaving like an idiot again, or expect anything you are not ready for."

She gave him a sideways look, "You are one of my loved ones."

Andy smiled back, "Yeah, well, you know what I mean."

She rolled her eyes.

Andy smirked, "I love you too."

She rolled her eyes again but he caught the way her mouth trembled into a happy smile.

…

/UNKNOWN TROUBLE/

"Good morning, gentlemen," the unmistakable voice of Sharon Raydor rang out in a dulcet tone across the major crimes squad room, accompanied by the undeniable sound of high heels hitting the linoleum floor, the rhythm feminine and familiar.

Andrew Flynn spun around on his chair in surprise and caught Provenza's gaze across the room where his partner likewise looked up from his desk at the familiar voice, the knitted eyebrows and downturned mouth making him look partly more sour than when Andy had greeted him ten minutes previously.

"It's 6 am," Andy greeted Sharon back, his voice still raw from too little sleep. His idiot partner had awoken him before the crack of dawn, some ridiculous demand about showing up for work early.

"Yes, lieutenant Flynn," Sharon drawled with a content smile, "once again your talent for telling the time astounds me. It is indeed 6 am – otherwise known as morning. "

"Not much of a good one," Provenza grumbled, his face drawn into a scowl at Sharon's presence.

"What is that, lieutenant Provenza?" Sharon asked even if Andy would wager his bank account that she had definitely heard what the old idiot had said.

"It's too early for me to comprehend the existence of internal affairs, Captain," Provenza groused as he crossed his arms, "let alone comprehend it visually." Provenza made a hand gesture at Sharon and then with a smirk, "Don't you have a breakfast you have to catch and skin, or something? Lively little puppies that need to be boiled before consumption?"

Sharon shook her head, amusement written across her expression, "I have already had breakfast but thank you for the concern, lieutenant," she paused and gave a wry look at the two of them, "My, my, you look half asleep."

Andy turned his attention to her hands instead of replying, his focus on the tray with four Styrofoam coffee cups in it, the familiar logo declaring she had stopped at one of those delicious coffee places on her way to work. Just the idea of coffee and he was in a trance, his eyes exclusively on the coffee cups and he even thought he could detect the scent of caffeine.

"Is that for me?" Andy asked with an eager tone and cheeky grin, feeling more awake at the notion of warm coffee to slurp down and a warm place to rest his hands.

Sharon tilted her head and regarded him with humor.

Andy got up from his chair and approached her in a quick stride, catching Provenza's interest skyrocketing as his partner likewise became aware of the coffee cups.

Andy stopped next to Sharon unable to hide his enthusiastic demeanor, "Because I will believe in a good morning if that's coffee for me," he paused to smile and then added, "Pretty please."

"Seconded," Provenza joined in with a little gruff chuckle, "That would be the only reason to tolerate your presence today, Captain."

Sharon gave a skyward eye roll, deliberately giving Provenza one of those pouted looks that told a two-fold story, amusement under the surface.

"Oh gosh," Sharon started in a sardonic tone, "Had I only known it would take a cup of coffee to get into your good graces, lieutenant."

Provenza huffed with a repressed smile.

Andy grinned, and then taking a further step towards the coffee cups, "Well?" he prodded, "Is it for me?"

Sharon pursed her lips, "No, it's for the invisible man at your desk."

Andy rolled his eyes, "Okay, Miss Sunshine, no need for a full-out load of sarcasm this early in the morning."

She smiled and then offered the tray, "Here you go, honey."

Andy quickly grabbed a cup.

Provenza arched an eyebrow and Andy rolled his eyes and pretended to be put out but he quickly took a second cup and gave it to his grumpy partner who obviously thought moving and getting the coffee himself was beneath him.

"So, all is well in the kingdom?" Provenza enquired as he sipped his coffee, a smile momentarily twitching his face into appreciation before he doused it with his usual cantankerous facade.

"Yes," Sharon replied distractedly as she put down the tray on the desk she had acquired yesterday, her briefcase heavy when it connected with the desk top. She pulled out a chair and sat down, opening up her briefcase and started pulling out folders.

Andy watched her take a sip from her own coffee cup, the corners of her mouth lifting in contentment when she gave out a barely audible sigh.

"Who is the fourth cup for?" Andy asked as he stood by her designated desk for the day, curious about who she obviously wanted to bribe with coffee.

"Hmm?" she looked up with a small frown, already preoccupied by whatever her task was today.

Andy leaned a hip against the edge of her desk and crossed his arms loosely, "Well, who else are you bribing with coffee, hmm?"

She smiled, "Oh, I thought I would bring a cup for your chief as well."

Andy grinned, "Is it sweetened?"

"Pardon?"

Provenza butted in, "Did you pour a year's worth of sugary substance into the coffee?"

Sharon furrowed her brow, "No, of course not."

Andy shrugged, "Well, she won't drink it then."

Sharon raised one delicate eyebrow at him, her expression seeming to relay that she thought the notion was absurd. "You mean to tell me Chief Johnson only drinks coffee when it has been sweetened to the point where it no longer resembles coffee in any kind of way?"

"Yeah," Andy grinned, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Sharon shrugged, "I will remember that for the future then."

"So," Provenza gave her a narrowed look from the rim of his cup, a little suspicious glower, "why are you here today? I was sure you got everything you needed yesterday?"

"Chief Delk wants me to observe Chief Johnson's interview of Antwone Decker," Sharon replied formally as she took another sip from her coffee.

Andy looked at his wrist watch, "Then you are remarkably early."

Sharon leaned back in the chair and regarded him, her head tilted back to she could look him in the eye, "I have other things to do than tail your chief."

"Oh really," Andy drawled back, his mouth curving into an impish smile, "because from where I'm standing all you are doing is invading our squad room, tailing us."

Sharon caustically replied, "I've missed your wonderful company."

"You saw me yesterday," Andy retorted back.

"Please don't start," Provenza interrupted with a gruff tone, "It's too early for your ridiculous flirting, or whatever the heck you are doing. If you continue I am not going to be the only one able to tell you are idiots."

Andy turned his head in sync with Sharon and glared at the old man, "Oh shut up."

"I'll shut up, if you shut up Flynn," Provenza grumbled back.

Andy rolled his eyes.

"See, this is what I mean," Sharon smiled, "Your company sure is something else. Why would I stay in a dull office by my lonesome when I can feel this welcomed, hmm."

"Oh great," Andy groused at Provenza, "You've made her more sarcastic."

Sharon laughed.

"Good morning people," Taylor called out, making his entrance with a swagger that made Andy's insides twist in annoyance.

Provenza's expression darkened, "This day just keeps getting better and better."

Sharon's mouth curled at the sarcasm and she shared a look with Andy.

"Uh good morning, Captain Raydor," Taylor said with a smug smile, "Didn't know you would be here."

"Yeah, it's a regular bring-in-nosey-outsiders day," Andy remarked with an eye roll, enjoying the way Sharon crossed her arms and gave him a narrowed look, pretending she was offended by his comment.

"Chief Delk has a few things he would like to be implemented," Taylor said in a haughty tone, ignoring Andy's comment.

"Oh, knock it off. You are not assistant chief yet, now are you?" Provenza sighed, "and you've already gotten the job so why the continued ass-kissing?"

Taylor crossed his arms, irritation flashing through his expression.

"Coffee, commander?" Sharon interrupted before Provenza dug a hole for himself, her voice honeyed and her smile too bright.

Taylor being his regular Slimeball-self, none the wiser about what was really happening under the surface, gave in to a contented smile and took the offered beverage, his chest puffed out as he viewed the squad room.

Andy sighed.

This whole new business with reorganizations and new positions for some people were clearly going to be more than a simple bore.

Not that he was not glad to see Sharon but officially there was never much enjoyment from having internal affairs investigating your division, and her continued presence seemed to relay that it might not be a simple matter. She had never invaded a squad room like this, acquiring a desk for herself and making it look like she belonged. It was strange, however much he enjoyed the view of her.

And then to top it all off, the Slimeball was supervising or whatever it was the idiot was doing, smug because he was climbing the ladder and soon would be able to order everyone around.

"Now. When Chief Johnson is going to interview Antwone Decker, Chief Delk wants her to - ," Taylor started talking to Provenza who looked like he had swallowed a balloon or at the very least something that did not agree with him.

Andy tuned out the idiot and instead he edged a bit closer to Sharon, sitting on her desk his eyes intent on the calculated glint that now resided in her eyes.

"Talk about being an arrogant little shit, huh," Andy whispered to her, his head inclined toward her so his voice did not carry. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Buzz coming into work, the poor soul being pulled into Taylor's and Provenza's conversation about Delk's instructions.

"Who?" Sharon smiled lazily but there was something dangerous about that expression and smile.

"Chief Delk, the commander – you pick one," Andy shrugged, "why change a system that works perfectly."

"And what system would that be, lieutenant Flynn?"

Andy pursed his lips and crossed his arms; obviously Sharon had changed her personality for her on-duty mask already, that little smirk at the corner of her mouth a tell-tale sign.

Sharon spoke again, "Let's just wait and see, hmm, maybe nothing will be changed after all."

Andy shook his head, his voice full of disbelief, "I think enough has changed already, huh."

Her teeth showed, "Oh just admit it, it grates that you have to report to - you-know-who," she gave a miniature nod in Taylor's direction.

Andy leaned even closer, "Please don't pretend you are content with it either."

She shrugged, "Remember the last transition period we went through? When the higher-ups and the mayor wanted to turn everything upside down."

Andy nodded.

Her smile widened, "We came out of that more than alright, didn't we? Hmm?"

"Damn optimist," Andy groaned at her but in the end he couldn't help but smile back.

"Flynn?" Provenza raised his voice in a shout.

Andy ignored the old idiot, his eyes still on Sharon who blushed under his continued stare and then immediately started working on whatever it was she was working on.

"FLYNN!"

"Yeah, yeah," Andy groused and got up from the desk, "Geez, old man. There's no need to shout. I'm not deaf."

"Yeah, well, if you could just put on your damn hearing aid Flynn, then maybe I wouldn't have to shout your goddamn name ten times just to get your attention, huh," Provenza grumbled.

Andy rolled his eyes and somewhere in the background he was sure he heard Sharon snort.

It was definitely going to be a weird day.

…

/REPEAT OFFENDER/

Sharon Raydor wrenched her front door open with a rigid, stilted movement that certainly conveyed her irritation upon the early morning wake-up call, or maybe it was aggravation based upon the fact that the wake-up call consisted of erratic knocking and ringing her door bell nonstop on Andrew Flynn's part while he tried to balance two coffee cups in one hand and the grocery bag with breakfast in the other, a wide smile in place despite the early hour.

Andy stopped just short of knocking once again, his hand raised and the grocery bag hanging from the nook of his elbow and instead he elongated his fingers into a greeting wave.

"Hey you," he smiled.

"What?" Sharon bit out somewhat sourly, the short gruff word rather uncharacteristic but it did compliment the frustrated expression and the way she had her arms crossed in a defensive maneuver.

Andy was more engrossed in her outfit than focused on her annoyance, the unusual hairdo with a sloppy ponytail that left a few strands that curled wet and dark around her neck and shoulders enticing on its own merit.

However, what got his blood boiling was the night robe she wore, flimsy material that stopped well above her knees and clung to her frame.

For all practices and purposes she might as well have greeted him stark naked, he thought distractedly as his eyes roamed further on, the places where the robe stuck to wet skin beneath telling him she had been in the middle of a shower – a fact he found rather odd considering the hour. His eyes landed on her bare feet, the toenails painted a deep blue.

"I, erm," Andy stuttered, too preoccupied to remember why he was on her doorstep, "well, yeah – hey."

"Oh, for heaven's sake," she gave him a narrowed look, her lips twitching, "Please pick your jaw up from the floor."

"I would but I think it's permanently stuck," Andy retorted with a smirk.

"What on earth are you doing here, lieutenant? It's not even 7 am."

She sounded perturbed.

Andy gave a nonchalant shrug in return, turning up his smile, "Is this the way you greet all your guests?" he leaned against the door frame with a shoulder, not disguising the appraising look, "Because if that's the deal, I think we have to work on your bedside manners a bit."

She narrowed her eyes even further and the crossed arms tensed, "I was in my bathtub, lieutenant, and I hardly need to consider my manners when you show up unannounced wreaking havoc on my door with your incessant knocking."

Andy's smile grew proportionally, "I wouldn't be knocking incessantly if you'd answered your door."

"I would have answered my door if you'd showed up at a reasonable hour."

Andy grinned, "You are obviously in a dire caffeine deficit."

She pursed her lips, her eyes on the coffee cups in his hand, "And you are here with the express purpose of rectifying my deficit then? Is that it?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "and I even brought you breakfast being the charitable person that I am."

She hummed in a throaty fashion, "Charitable."

"Yeah, I can be charitable."

"Naturally."

"Yeah, yeah. By the way, Captain, you look," he paused deliberately and smiled at the area around the hem of her robe, "wet."

Sharon tilted her head and her lips twitched into malice, "Did you come here, at the crack of dawn nonetheless, to annoy me? Because I have the capacity and resources to have you on administrative leave before you can say 'union rep'."

Andy shrugged, "I thought you would be up."

"I could have been peacefully asleep, Andy," she said, a little strain to the tone.

"I knew you would be up," Andy smiled, "and seeing we have to attend the same funeral, I thought we could carpool."

"Lieutenant," Sharon sighed in resignation.

"So," he emphasized the goods in his hands, the grocery bag in his right hand swinging with the motion, "are you gonna let me in? Or do I have to beg?"

Her features softened somewhat and she shook her head fractionally, "Whatever am I going to do with you, hmm?"

"You could let me in and share breakfast with a friend, huh?"

Sharon smiled in return along with a headshake. She opened the door further and inclined her head before she left him and padded towards her kitchen. Andy followed her path, his eyes on her behind.

"Stop staring," she tossed over her shoulder, the order sounding remarkably like a humorous comment.

Andy smiled to himself and quickly discarded his shoes before he sauntered further inside her apartment, his uniform cap finding a clean resting place on her kitchen table.

"Plates?" Sharon asked over her shoulder when he approached the kitchen counter.

Andy nodded in affirmation, his eyes once again fixed on that hemline when she stood up on tiptoe to reach a top shelf. It inched up and he was only too content to ogle the back of her thighs.

Shit.

This was a recipe for a hard-on if there ever were one.

He adjusted his belt a bit, and loosened his tie an inch on an afterthought.

Damn uniform.

It was too hot and uncomfortable to wear this early in the morning, even more so when Sharon pranced around in barely a stitch. It did not help much that he was all bothered and full to the brim with desire, not to mention that the day would only bring more heat when the sun topped the sky.

"So, what brings you here with breakfast and everything," Sharon asked, her back to him for a split second before she turned around with two plates in her arms. She arched a derisive eyebrow, "Is this an attempt to lure information out of me?"

Andy put the grocery bag up on the kitchen counter and took out a large box with an assortment of fresh fruit.

He furrowed his brow, not understanding her question, "What information?"

Sharon gave him a probing look.

Andy shook his head and then bestowed a cheeky grin on her, "I'm strictly here on personal business, Captain."

Sharon gave a half slanted smile, "So, you simply woke up with an intense desire to bring me breakfast?"

Andy answered honestly, "I felt like seeing you, and well, it's a shitty day with the funeral and everything."

She nodded, the motion slow.

Andy pulled out another box from the grocery bag, this one warm, "Pancakes?"

Her mouth twitched on one side and then eventually she smiled in a soft fashion, "Why is it that you always seem to surprise me when I least expect it?"

Andy chuckled, "I don't know. Impeccable timing?"

She snorted, "No, that is decidedly not the reason."

Andy laughed at her comment and then he neatly arranged the many pancakes on the two plates in front of him, eyeing Sharon who was trying to disguise the way she was overtly looking for the syrup.

"So, why are you soaking in your bathtub at this ungodly hour?" he asked out of curiosity, taking the little container with syrup out of the bag and pouring the sugary substance on top of the pancakes with a knowing smile.

Her smile disappeared and with a shrug she replied matter of fact, "I couldn't sleep and needed to relax."

Andy moved one of the coffee cups toward her with a nod, "Any particular reason?"

She gave him an annoyed look, "Yes, but it's inconsequential."

Andy knitted his eyebrows together, "Inconsequential? How?"

"Andy," she sighed in warning.

He quickly raised his hands in apology, "Sorry, sorry."

She blew air out of her pursed mouth and then after a hesitant sip of her coffee, she fixed her eyes on him again. This time he caught the undertone of indecision in her expression.

"Jack called," she told him in a rushed voice before she tilted her head, obviously awaiting some kind of explosive reaction.

Andy tried to appear nonchalant, "Okay."

She sighed again, "He woke me up at 4 am, ranting."

"And that's the reason you couldn't sleep?"

She hummed.

Andy took a step closer to her, his hand briefly out on her shoulder, "Hey, we are past all this crap with me and my insecurities. I am not going to go ballistic at the mere mention of his name, okay."

Her lips trembled into a vague smile.

Andy continued, "You can share what happens in your life with me."

She nodded, "Oh, he just ruined my mood – nothing more."

"Hey, I think that's pretty much of a bother. Happens every time I have to talk to the ex as well."

She smiled, "I know – I have been privy to your phone conversations with her after all."

Andy grinned, his thumb in a caress on her shoulder now.

Her lips pursed and her eyes crinkled.

It seemed natural to lean down and capture her lips, the kiss gentle and brief.

When he made a move to break away, her hand landed on his neck and beckoned him forward, the pressure of her lips on his intensifying, insistent.

Andy gladly obliged.

"You clean up nice," Sharon commented when they broke apart for air, her eyes warm and connected with his before they averted. She hummed and her hands slid from the front of his chest and down his abdomen in a slow caress.

Andy sucked in air when he felt her fingers nearing his belt and then continue on downwards, the tingling trail that outlined his clothed erection.

Her tongue went out briefly and licked her lower lip, the motion enthralling, "I do enjoy you all suited up in uniform."

"And I really enjoy you naked," Andy retorted back, his own hands sneaking under her robe and finding warm skin.

Sharon hummed contently, "Do you want to have se-"

Andy quickly interrupted her with a raised eyebrow, "Of course."

She smiled, "Eager, are we?"

He pushed his hip into her hand, "You be the judge."

She palmed his crotch with a lopsided smirk, "You seem to have a little problem."

Andy cleared his throat and shook his head, his tone wry when he corrected her, "You mean big."

She rolled her eyes in slow motion, her smile curving more, "Oh I'm sorry, you are right. You seem to have a big problem."

She then dropped to her knees, one hand going up to his belt. She looked up and purposefully tucked in her bottom lip, the look she gave him anything but bashful.

"Do you think you will be able to not jerk your semen this and that way when you come?"

Sharon had a knack for being unbelievable direct and sultry when it came to sex sometimes, and yet at other times she seemed almost shy.

"Because otherwise your uniform will be desecrated beyond repair," she smiled sweetly, voice honeyed.

Andy cleared his throat, "I don't know." He tried to keep his face from crumbling into a massive smug smile and succeeded halfway, the corners of his mouth trembling, "Or you could just swallow."

"Mmhm," she raised an amused eyebrow.

She then unbelted and unzipped his pants, quick to move his gun and handcuffs and the holsters up on the counter, far out of reach. His pants pooled around his legs and then his boxers followed.

She continued to look up at him, her hand moving down along his abdomen and then sliding around the base of his shaft with a firm grip. She started up a slow rhythm, her hand going up and down while her lips parted more and more till the smile seemed more devilish than comforting.

Her slender fingers were so tightly coiled around him that he closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing, swallowing what felt like pent-up energy that was finally about to be released.

Andy reached out a hand and held onto the counter.

The rhythm of her hand was then followed with the motion of lips sucking around the tip of his cock and he abruptly opened his eyes again.

Fuck.

From his vantage point he had a glorious view of her auburn hair, the tumble of wet curls down her back when he reached in and undid the clasp that had held her hair up.

This would end up embarrassing he thought briefly, not sure he would last much longer. It was practically sinful. It was hot and slick as hell, that was what is was. Fucking unbelievable.

She hummed around his head, the floor of her mouth and the softness of her tongue enveloping him and it sent the tip of his cock into coiled tension.

"Just a casual reminder for you," Andy groaned, "I'm fucking old and there's no way in hell I am ready for round two before we have to leave. I think being late to Delk's funeral will be frowned upon."

Andy continued, "I'm just saying, if you wanna have fun with that," he gave a jerk in the direction of his erection, "it's not gonna work if I come now."

Sharon looked up with a sly expression, her lips letting go of his head with a wet sound, "Oh don't worry honey, I'm not going to suck you till you come."

She then bounced to her feet in one quick motion and the hand around his cock disappeared leaving him with an ache and a cold feeling.

Andy pouted.

She quirked one eyebrow and patted his cheek.

She took a few strides away, her steps taking her toward the sofa.

"Come here," Sharon beckoned with a curled finger, her voice low and soft. Andy obliged and managed to get out of the bunched pants and boxers around his feet, walking bare from the waist down bar the socks on his feet till he reached Sharon in front of her sofa. He watched as she occupied herself with untying his black uniform tie, her movements slow and suggestive.

"One of these days we are going to have to talk," she said, the look she gave him a contradiction to the seriousness of the words.

"Talk about?"

"You, me and you know," she answered cryptically.

Andy smiled and stole a kiss from her mouth, "I know."

"But not now," she told him and he agreed.

"Turn around," Andy told her in a growl and she obeyed, her elbows resting on the arm of her sofa and her ass nicely in position.

Andy pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his hands pushing her robe away before they came to rest on her hips.

He slid into her, her hand briefly around his cock to guide him.

"Fuck," Sharon breathed in a low tone that seemed to condense upon contact with air, throaty and on the brink of changing pitch into something higher.

"Yeah, that's the general idea," Andrew Flynn quipped in a raspy voice, tinted by the fact that he was occupied by the feeling of being inside her, his hands with an iron grip around her hips when he thrust into her again.

"Oh shut up," she huffed and backed into him, the last of the 'up' turning into a moan instead.

Her back arched again and she let out a little frustrated huff; which only meant he was supposed to speed up.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. More fucking, less talking," Andy growled and he gripped harder around her flesh, enjoying the way he could make her breathe differently with a few well-measured moves.

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