The movie was okay. Sharon wasn't exactly sure what they had seen. Graham asked her if she had a preference, and this night, she really didn't. Graham excitedly told her he liked science fiction, which was probably Sharon's least favorite type of movie. Andy didn't like it either, and Rusty just made fun of how fake things looked. Andy had always joked about how many movies could you really make about zombies? Sharon chuckled thinking of that comment, as she sat watching zombies take over a fictional world. Part of her issue was also Graham's hands and where they were and where they seemed to want to be. Sharon was really trying hard, but she hadn't dated in over 30 years. She couldn't remember how she was supposed to feel. Was this anxiety normal? Should she be more excited to make out with Graham at a movie? They were both almost 60, and the idea seemed absurd on some levels. Yet, Graham seemed to like her a lot, and while he was really engrossed in the movie, he appeared to be really interested in Sharon too. He spent the movie holding her hand, running his hand up her leg, kissing her, and trying to get her to shift more toward him than she was comfortable. Sharon was having trouble relaxing.

Once the movie ended, Graham took her hand as he escorted her out, "Did you enjoy the movie?" he asked once they got outside and walked toward his car.

Sharon shrugged with a bit of a laughter to her voice, "Well, how many movies can you really make about zombies taking over the world?" she chuckled.

Graham started to laugh too, "Okay, point taken. What are you-romantic comedy type?"

Sharon nodded, "Yes, that, historical fiction type, and even some action. I am a cop, you know," she smiled as they reached his car.

Before opening her door, Graham turned her around and kissed her again, "Thanks for another wonderful evening. Dinner, movie. It was great. Sharon, I have to ask though, are you uncomfortable? You seem to tense up when I kiss you."

Sharon sighed and bit her lip. She shrugged to look him in the eye, but she did, "Yes," she said sheepishly, "a bit. I'm sorry. I'm working on it."

Graham nodded as he looked down, "Okay. Thank you for being honest. So, I have an idea-" he started to say, but Sharon's phone rang. Sharon groaned and rolled her eyes as she dug it out of her purse.

"Captain Raydor," she answered, and Graham watched her as she listened. He loved how her eyes moved back and forth, processing information. He heard her give some orders, and then she promised to meet the team at the scene.

Once she finished her call, she bit her lip and looked up, "I'm sorry. Work," she shrugged.

He nodded and opened her door, "Can I drop you off at the scene? Would you be able to get a ride with someone then?"

Sharon thought for a moment and looked up the address, "Actually, that would be great. It's not far from here, but if you took me home and I came back, that would take over an hour."

Once they were settled in the car, Sharon gave Graham the address, and he turned the car toward the crime scene.

"So, Sharon, I was about to say something when work called," he chuckled.

Sharon turned in her seat, "Oh, I'm sorry. You were. What was it?"

"Well," Graham said as he pulled up to a stoplight and turned to her while it was red, "I was thinking. I know we just started dating, but I want to do something nice for you for Christmas. You and I discussed how neither Ricky nor Anna were coming home for Christmas, so that got me thinking. Sharon, I would love to take you to San Francisco the weekend after Christmas to visit our kids. They could meet each other, and the four of us could spend some time together. Of course, I'm also hoping for some alone time with you. Sharon, you are such an amazing woman. I thought a trip like that might help you relax somewhat too, and well, we could get a really nice hotel room overlooking the bay. What do you say?"

Sharon's eyes grew huge, and she was glad the stoplight changed and Graham had to turn his head away from her. A weekend away with him? She wasn't ready for that, at all with him. My goodness, she was having trouble kissing him without freaking out. Sharon knew she had to say something; the silence was too much. She also knew they were a mile from the crime scene, and this conversation needed to end before it got out of hand.

"I, um, Graham, I am not sure what to say," she started. Graham reached over and rubbed her knee, "Sharon, it's been a short time, but honestly, since I saw you at Nicole and Dean's wedding a few months ago, well, you took my breath away, and you have been amazing since. I think we have a good thing going so far, and I think we could have a fantastic future," he grinned at her. Sharon sat there, frozen.

"Graham," she started, her voice, shaky, "First off, aside from Jack, I've dated very little. I'm also not that sort of woman, regarding the umm, physical aspect of a relationship. I stick close to my faith, and well, basically, this is much too soon for me."

Graham had pulled up to the scene, and Sharon knew she needed to get to work. The last thing she wanted was for her team to be nosing around her life either. Graham turned to look at her before she got out. He put his arm on hers, "Hey, I don't want to rush you. I'm sorry if that's too much. Sharon, I think you could be wonderful in my life. We could retire together, travel, and I'd be honored to be with someone as amazing as you."

Sharon's head was spinning, and the only thing she could think was, "Graham, this is all too much. I think I need to get to work right now, and it might be best if we didn't see each other. I'm sorry, but I don't think we are at the same places in our lives. I'm not ready to retire, not by a long shot," she chuckled. "You are a wonderful man, but I think it best we say good-bye."

Graham frowned, his hand still on her knee, "I'm sorry to hear that," he traced circles on her knee, "I thought we had a great chemistry. Before you do something you might regret, promise me you'll think about the weekend? Sharon, I think if we have time to be alone together, in a romantic city, well," he wiggled his eyebrows, "it could be amazing," as he ran his hand up her knee.

Sharon pulled back sharply, "Graham, thank you again. I need to go," she said swiftly as she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. She all but slammed the door, as she tried to collect herself. She was a cross between mad and ready to cry.

The team had noticed Sharon's arrival out of the corners of their eyes, and while all wanted to watch the scene unfold, they tried to look busy at work. Andy had been interviewing someone again, so he had actually been the least involved in seeing Sharon's arrival. Provenza went over to him and tapped him after he noticed Sharon was still in the car for quite awhile.

"Idiot," he tapped Andy, "Captain just arrived in what I'm guessing is Graham Cracker's car," he nodded in the direction. Andy thanked the witness, snapped his notebook shut, and whirled around. He and Provenza stood there, assessing the situation.

"Looks like she's getting out," he added, as he saw the door opening, illuminating the interior. They could see Sharon say something, hastily grab her stuff and almost jump out of the car. Andy could tell she was upset and flustered.

"Go," Provenza waved, "this is your chance. Don't screw it up, please! Your soap opera needs to end!"

Andy took off in a jog, which got the attention of the rest of the team. They all followed his direction, noting he was headed toward a disheveled Captain. By the time he reached Sharon, Grahammy Boy had taken off in his car, and Sharon was still standing there, looking much unlike herself.

"Hey! What's wrong? Did he hurt you?" Andy asked, now very worried. Sharon wasn't herself at all, and she was staring off into space. The rest of the team had stopped processing the scene to walk closer and observe the scene. They remained at a distance, but close enough to hear whatever was about to transpire. Something was definitely off with their Captain.

"Sharon?" Andy tried again, this time touching her elbow to get her attention.

Sharon snapped out of her haze. She was mad, sad, and just all around irritated. How did she drop her defenses for Graham? She should have trusted her instincts more. He was looking for a new wife, someone to take care of ALL his needs, travel to visit his kids, and that wasn't going to be Sharon.

"Sharon? Are you okay?" Andy asked again, now visibly worried, "Did he hurt you?"

Sharon looked Andy in the eye and shook her head. She was on the verge of tears, yet still fuming mad too, "No," she squeaked out, "I'm fine."

Andy rolled his eyes, as he got a tighter grasp on her arm, "Yeah, and I'm the Easter Bunny," he said sarcastically. "Sharon, I know you well, and you're not fine. What happened?"

Sharon collected herself now and looked at him, "Andy, I'm sorry! I don't want to disappoint you, seeing as how you wanted this to happen and set things in motion, but I just can't date Graham. He wanted to go away for the weekend with me. Andy, I can't go spend a romantic weekend with him!"

Andy's eyes grew huge as he listened to Sharon. Unbeknownst to them, the team had moved even closer. The murder scene could wait, "Sharon! What are you talking about, and at the same time, he was trying hard not to pass out at the idea of Sharon spending a romantic weekend with any other guy."

Sharon shook her head, "Andy, I'm sure you were trying to be sneaky, but I figured out that you, Nicole, and Dean were trying to set me up with Graham. I tried dating him, and I just can't. I hope it's not too awkward. I know he's a friend of the family."

Andy was ready to explode. Sharon wasn't making any sense, "Sharon!" he said loudly, "Listen to me. I don't know what is going on, but why on Earth would you think I'd set you up with Graham?" he asked now, blood pressure on the rise. This woman could get to him.

Sharon stood there, now visibly confused, "Wait? What? You wanted us to talk, right? You thought we'd be a good match? That's why we were left alone at the ballet to talk?"

Andy shook his head and rubbed his hand over his face. He was sure he could hear, "Idiots," in the background, but he ignored it, "Sharon!" he said loudly again, so much so she jumped, "Sharon, I would NEVER set you up with someone else. Are you serious?"

"You wouldn't?" Sharon asked.

Andy raised his hands in the air. He was beyond frustrated. How could Sharon not see it? "Let me be very clear. Sharon Raydor, I love you! I've loved you for years. You can irritate me to no end, like right now, but there's no way I would ever set you up with someone because I want you to be with me! You really think I want to hear about you going off on a romantic weekend with some Graham Cracker?" he shouted, and in the moment, he closed the distance with Sharon and kissed her deeply. Andy could care less if they were at work. This mess had to end and end now.

Sharon was taken by surprise, but on one hand, the surprise was she was glad Andy kissing her. She hadn't realized how comfortable she felt in his arms, with him kissing her, and she had to admit; he was a fantastic kisser. In the background, she started to hear cheers, whistles, claps, and finally phrases such as, "Way to go Lieutenant!" "It's about time, Lieutenant!" "Finally!" and of course, "Idiots."

Andy broke apart from Sharon but kept his forehead against hers and his hands around her hair, "Sharon, I made a huge mess of this. I had no idea you thought I'd set you up with that guy. I'm sorry. I must admit when I heard you were going on a date with him, my heart sank. I haven't slept in days. I've been to more meetings than I go to in a month. Sharon, I should have made this clear a very long time ago. I'm sorry. I was trying to give you space after your divorce and not be the jerk swooping in. Sharon, I want you, only you, and I want you to be with me, NOT with anyone else," he smiled at her.

Sharon's eyes glistened with tears, but she held them back. This was not at all how she saw the crime scene going, yet it felt right. It was the most comfortable she'd been in over a week, here, late at night, at a murder scene with half the LAPD nearby."

Sharon smiled up at him and let out a giggle. She schooled herself and looked at him, "Andy, I'm so, so very sorry. I messed up all of this. I should have known. I'm the idiot, as Provenza would say," she chuckled but whispered to him, "Don't tell him I said that," and Andy grinned. "Andy, I hurt you. I know. I'm so blind as to not see you right in front of me. I thought you weren't interested in me. I kept trying with him because I thought that's what you wanted," she shook her head. Andy stopped her head from moving and had her look right into his eyes.

"Sharon, let me be clear. I'm very, very interested. I want no one else. Just you. I'll wait for you as long as it takes, just as long as I don't have to watch you date anyone else or have thoughts of you going on some romantic getaway with anyone other than me-when you're ready," he added. "Sharon, I thought I was losing you," his breath caught and Sharon shook her head at him.

"Andy, I don't know how I can apologize enough. I screwed all this up, and I can't imagine how much it hurt to watch. I am deeply sorry. I should have trusted my instincts something was off. I kept comparing everything to you," she said as she pulled back and started to pat down his tie.

"Everything?" Andy asked.

Sharon nodded, "Yes, I took for granted everything we have built together. Andy, he took me for Indian food!"

Andy smiled and chuckled, which surprised Sharon, "I know," he grinned.

"You did? How?" she asked.

Andy started laughing now, "You smelled like Indian food. I always love your perfume, as you know. I bought it for you, but the night you had Indian food, well, that's not a good scent."

"Oh!" she smacked at him, "guess I had that coming."

Andy pulled her in and kissed her head, "Yup, so how was the bagel with the lox?" he laughed again.

Sharon started laughing now too, "Alright! I get your point. I didn't even tell you yet we saw a sci-fi movie tonight."

Andy pulled back and looked at her, "Really? I mean, come on, how may zombies can you create to take over fictional worlds?"

Sharon chuckled, "I said the same thing," she grinned at him.

"So, everything?" Andy wiggled his eyebrows, "How does kissing you compare?" he whispered in her ear.

Sharon laughed at him, "Andy Flynn, you are wonderful, and I can say without a doubt, NO COMPARISON," as she grinned up at him before she leaned up and kissed him herself.

"Woohoo! Captain! You go Ma'am!" they heard, and it was at that moment, the reality of where they were hit them.

Sharon broke them apart, "Andy, this is bad. We're at work, at a crime scene!"

Andy shrugged it off, as he turned, pulled her into his side, and walked her over to the officer in charge of making sure the detectives signed into the log book, something Sharon made sure the team followed-all the rules.

"Chuck," Andy asked, "has Captain Raydor logged in for work yet?" he asked, obviously with a trick up his sleeve.

Chuck made a production of looking and grinned up at Andy, "No, Lieutenant. Captain Raydor has not signed in yet. She still has 10 minutes before I would have to note that she is late. Also, I logged you out a few minutes ago, noting a personal matter you had to discuss."

Andy nodded, "Thanks Chuck," and turned back to Sharon, pulling her away from the scene by a few steps. "You see, we're fine," he grinned. Sharon was in too good of a mood right now to argue, which was ironic after her initial arrival.

"Andy, we need to talk after this case, but let me be clear, so there is no question about it. I want you too," she grinned up at him.

Andy winked at her, "I'll cancel my date for tomorrow then," he joked with her as he pecked her on the lips. Sharon's eyes grew wide, and then she chuckled.

"Get back to work, Lieutenant," she admonished him.

Andy saluted her and turned to walk back to the crime scene, "Oh Andy," he heard and turned back to Sharon, "thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful."

Andy grinned brightly, "They reminded me of you," he winked and turned again.

This time, Sharon was more formal as she loudly said, "Lieutenant Flynn?" and he turned back to look at her, grinning.

"Yes, Captain Raydor? What can I do for you Ma'am?"

"If you ever try anything like that again, your," she flared her arms, "your display there, you'll be back in sensitivity training," she scoffed at him.

Andy winked at her and turned, and as he walked back into the roped off area where Provenza, Tao, Amy, Julio, and Buzz were all standing, mouths hanging open, he said loudly enough for the whole scene to hear," Worth it! Oh, and while I'm digging my hole, Captain, you look hot in those jeans!"

Sharon, who desperately needed to regain her role as officer in charge, ignored the comment, rolled her eyes, schooled herself and started walking and pointing, "Everyone, back to work," she barked. She walked over to Chuck, "Chuck, Captain Sharon Raydor checking in."

"Thank you, Captain," he replied. "I believe Lieutenant Provenza is ready for you, and might I add, Captain, Congratulations. It's about time."

With that, Sharon shook her head, as she tried not to blush and looked at Provenza as she walked up to him, "What? Don't just stare, Lieutenant. That's rude. You can get all the details from your best friend later. Now, catch me up," she told him.

"Idiots," he mumbled, and before he addressed Sharon, he turned, "Sykes? Pull the betting pool when we get back to the office."

There will be one more chapter..stay tuned!