Someone asked what Sharon's name was now, and here you go...enjoy!

"Is Sharon okay?" Rusty asked Andy when he reappeared in the kitchen. Andy had spent almost 10 minutes with Sharon back in her bedroom and bathroom area trying to calm her enough so they could eat.

He nodded toward Rusty, "She'll be fine. She's just freshening up right now. I'm not sure she's done crying, but at least, now, they are happy tears." He offered a small smile as Rusty watched. Rusty nodded too and turned back to dinner. "What can I do to help?"

"You can pull out the salad I made and the dressing,' Rusty nodded toward the refrigerator. "There's water and lemonade to drink. Sorry, we don't have any of your cranberry juice. Sharon hasn't bought any since we arrived."

Andy nodded, noting all that Rusty had said. The two worked to finish dinner. Rusty had pulled the lasagna out of the oven while Andy and Sharon had been in the living room, and now, it was ready to serve. They both put everything on the table and waited for Sharon before they did anything else.

"Oh, dinner looks nice," Sharon said softly as she walked back into the kitchen. She'd changed her top; now, she had on a simple black t-shirt to go with her capris. She'd cried so much, she'd ruined both her shirt and Andy's. Sharon squeezed Rusty's shoulder as she walked by him, and she situated herself between Rusty and Andy at the round table. She quickly reached over and took hold of Andy's hand. He smiled at her and both looked to Rusty.

"Right, I'll say the prayer," Rusty took the hint from Sharon. He looked to Andy, "We've been praying a lot more at dinner here. We pray for all of you every night."

Andy squeezed Sharon's hand, and they listened while Rusty prayed. Once they had served the food and started eating, the conversation picked up again.

"So, tell me," Andy looked to Sharon as he was ready to take a bite of the lasagna, "How did the department store fit into everything? That's what I couldn't figure out from all this. I knew you had to have chosen it for a particular reason."

Sharon and Rusty shared a small smile, one Andy noted, and then she turned toward him, "I work there. That's how the idea came to me. My job here is in that department store."

Andy raised his eyebrows to Sharon, "You are working in a department store?" He started to chuckle and shake his head as he turned toward Rusty.

"Yeah," Rusty grinned. "You heard that right. They put Sharon in a department store. We haven't run out of money yet," he smirked. "Why do you think I go the job on campus? I'm worried she'll come home one day and tell me she used the grocery money for clothes."

Sharon rolled her eyes as she turned to Andy, "Yes, I work there; however," she paused as she threw a glance to Rusty, "I work in the men's department. I manage it along with other managerial roles."

Andy started to laugh, and he and Rusty grinned at each other. "They put you at a mall?" he chuckled. "Oh, that's funny. Maybe I should check out your closet and see what you've added to your wardrobe," he said jokingly as he started to stand like he was going to do just that. Sharon glared at him, and he sat back down and winked at her.

"I've missed you, that," she gestured toward him and their banter, "so much."

"Me too, Sweetheart," he squeezed her hand again.

"Because catching up with the two of you isn't awkward," Rusty teased to ease the conversation, "Lieutenant, I've got even more for you about Sharon's job."

"What's that, Rusty?" Andy asked as he worked on chewing some of his dinner.

"A couple weeks ago, Sharon made a new friend, the head of the loss prevention area," Rusty grinned. "Sharon caught a lady trying to steal. It was as close to police work as she's gotten."

Sharon rolled her eyes and felt Andy looking to her. She looked to him, and he was grinning, "Showing your true colors, I see?" he teased as he asked her the question. She shrugged.

"It wasn't a big deal. I caught a shoplifter. End of story," she explained. Andy raised an eyebrow to her and then turned to Rusty for the rest of the explanation.

"What she's not telling you is that she caught a lady stealing almost $1000 worth of merchandise. The loss prevention guy has since been trying to take Sharon to lunch as a thank you," he grinned. Sharon rolled her eyes again and turned to Andy.

"Really?" Andy teased.

"Hmm, yes," Sharon nodded, her lips pursed. "He's been persistent."

"Well, then it's a good thing I got here when I did," he winked to Rusty. Rusty just shook his head as he chuckled.

"Oh, yes, most definitely," Sharon said now, obviously teasing. "He's shorter than I am, extremely overweight, and he has a mustache."

Andy grinned as he chuckled, "You hate mustaches."

"I'm aware," she nodded. "Our location may have changed, but not my taste or standards. Besides, he almost reminds me of Provenza. I think the two could really be serious competition for each other in a doughnut eating contest."

"Lieutenant, the guy has called her almost every day to see if she's free for lunch," Rusty laughed.

Andy turned to Sharon, "Could you use a buffer?" he teased as his eyes sparkled. "You were a good one at Nicole's wedding. I could return the favor, Sharon." He winked, and Sharon laughed.

"You'll have to stop calling her Sharon," Rusty pointed out.

"Oh, yeah," he nodded to them. "What is the deal with your names? Rusty, had Chris on your nametag, right?"

"Yeah," Rusty nodded. "Chris Jenkins. It's weird, and I really have to try hard to remember it. It's just not me. Whatever. Sharon and I have been doing fine with our real names at home. We're just careful when we go out or anything."

Andy nodded and turned to Sharon, "So, care to share your name?" he grinned.

"Are you trying to pick me up?" she teased.

Rusty groaned, and the two laughed. "Please, it's like you two can't even talk without flirting. Let me just end it here. Lieutenant, she hates her name."

"What is it?" Andy asked again.

"She's Sandra Jenkins," Rusty told him.

Andy raised his eyebrows at Sharon, and she sighed. "I definitely did not pick my name. I even asked if they would reconsider and change it. They refused and said they already were too far into the process to change anything."

"It's not that bad, Sharon," Rusty told her. He turned back to Andy, "They said it was really for me, that if I messed up and started on the "S" sound, it wasn't too far off from Sharon."

Sharon turned to Rusty, "I didn't tell you why I dislike it so much," she explained.

"Which is?" Rusty asked.

"It's my ex-wife's name, Sandra," Andy sighed. He turned back to Sharon, "They really gave you the name Sandra?"

"This face," she gestured to her own face, "not joking."

Andy shook his head as he started to chuckle, "Of all the names."

"Hmm, I'm aware," she flashed a fake smile at him. "It's been extremely annoying. I think of her, which makes me think of you even more," she sighed.

"Well, now, happy memories again," he reached over to squeeze her hand. "Why don't I tell you some of the junk Provenza has been doing at home? He's still with Patrice, and let's just say the team is betting on the next Mrs. Provenza."

The three laughed as they continued to eat. Sharon told Andy about her job, and Rusty told him about school. They sat and talked for over an hour, and Rusty finally noticed just how late it was.

"Wow, it's almost 10," he said when he glanced to his phone. "I didn't know we had been at the dinner table that long."

"Thank you for cooking, Rusty," she nodded to him and smiled. She turned to Andy, "You too. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed the lasagna."

"Great," he winked as he stood to help Rusty clear the plates. "There's plenty of leftovers, so even after I leave, you'll have it for a few days."

Sharon sighed as she stood and turned toward Andy, "You just found us. I can't believe you have to leave. What about tonight? Tomorrow?" She started to panic as she thought about the idea that Andy might be leaving them that evening.

"Hey," he walked over and stood in front of her. He squeezed her shoulder "I'm here until Monday morning when I have to drive back to Chicago. I already changed my flight to a late one, so I'll be here until almost lunch."

Sharon let out a long sigh, "Okay, okay." She nodded. "Wait, tonight? Where have you been staying? You don't have to leave do you?"

Rusty continued to do the dishes while Sharon and Andy stood talking. Rusty moved around them, gathering plates, and they didn't even notice. "I already checked out of my hotel," he told her. "I was staying in the city, not too far from the mall, he gestured. "I drove up there and picked up my things while Rusty was finishing his shift at work. Believe me, I wasn't about to leave you for a dull hotel room. I'll happily sleep here on your couch."

"You don't have to do that," Sharon protested at the same time Rusty joined the conversation.

"You can have my room, Lieutenant," he said.

"No," Andy shook his head. "No arguing. I'll be fine, more than fine," he smiled. "I'm just so happy I found you two, and I'd camp in the yard if it meant having more time here."

"Lieutenant, believe me, you don't want to camp," Rusty made a face. "There are like skunks, skunks, Lieutenant! I hate taking out the trash at night. I'm convinced I'm going to be sprayed."

Andy closed his eyes as he laughed. Sharon grabbed Andy's shoulder to keep herself from laughing too much. They both looked to Rusty, and he shrugged. "Laugh all you want; I don't do skunks."

Sharon nodded as she looked to Andy. For the first time in a long time, her eyes were sparkling. "Rusty has found rural life to be interesting."

"I gather," he chuckled. "I'm sure you have plenty of stories to share."

"Lieutenant, they moved us here in winter. WINTER!" he exclaimed. "Do you realize I now know 1-what a snow blower is and 2-how to use it? It's insane. I don't like farm life. Sharon's even got me cutting the grass here," he gestured to the yard. "Oh, which by the way, Sharon," he looked to her, "didn't happen today because of our visitor. I'll cut it tomorrow evening."

Sharon just smiled as she nodded, "That would be fine. Thank you, Rusty." She turned back to Andy, "As you can see, the country has been good for Rusty. He's developed a lot of new talents."

"Sounds like it," Andy chuckled.

"Rusty, go," Sharon nudged him. "I'll finish this. You worked today and made dinner. Go and relax. Andy and I can finish the kitchen."

"Okay," he shrugged. "I'm heading to my room where I plan to stay until morning," he pointed his finger at both and grinned. "Night you two."

Once Rusty left, Sharon turned back to Andy. He opened his arms, and she moved quickly to his embrace. They held each other for several moments as they enjoyed the silence.

"What else needs to be done here?" he asked. "I just want to sit with you."

Sharon nodded in agreement and pulled back to survey the kitchen, "Let's wipe off the table and the counters. I'll turn on the dishwasher."

When they finished in the kitchen, Sharon took Andy's hand in hers, "Come on," she gestured. "Let's sit." Andy nodded and followed as she led them. She didn't let go of the grip she had on his hand. When she continued through the living room and looked back to him, he raised his eyebrows in question.

"You didn't think I was going to make you sleep on the couch or worse yet, camp with the skunks, did you?" she grinned.