Two months later

Andy nervously drummed his fingers on the back of the couch, the gold ring on his left hand glinting in the sunlight coming from the sliding glass door. He'd been waiting for Sharon to come out of the bedroom for over twenty minutes, and now that he had time to think about what they were about to do, he couldn't stop fidgeting.

When they had returned to LA after he'd been released from the hospital, it had been awkward for him. He didn't know if she would want to be in a relationship now that they were back in real life, and he had had hours to think about it on the trip home, but as soon as they had walked through her door (well, he more leaned on her than walked) she had turned to him with a wide smile and a look in her eyes that left him no doubt about how she felt about him.

She had led him to her couch and dug in her purse for his prescribed (non-habit forming) medication, got him a glass of water, and made him feel right at home. That night they'd had a long conversation about what they saw for their future and what they wanted to happen, and had mutually decided that they wanted to live together and be together.

In the ensuing weeks, she had helped him sell off his house rather quickly. Rusty and Sharon had brought everything he needed from there, then hired a company to pack up the big things and put them into storage. Andy still wasn't strong enough to stand for long periods of time, and she had threatened him within an inch of his life if he so much as lifted a finger to help.

Rusty had been surprisingly OK with Andy encroaching into his and Sharon's space, although the disgusted look on his face never quite went away when he was around them. He didn't even like it when Sharon touched Andy's arm, let alone the ONE time he had caught them kissing. Now he walked into a room with his hand over his eyes asking if it was safe.

Andy couldn't wait until that stopped; it annoyed the hell out of him.

Teenagers.

A few days after they had returned from Nebraska, Sharon had noticed that he hadn't yet taken his wedding ring off, and she asked him why. He had shrugged and put his arm around her shoulders, then kissed her temple and said, "because I like the thought of belonging to you, even if we aren't actually married."

Her eyes had become a little misty, but she didn't say anything further and it made him worry a little. She hadn't seemed upset though, so he had decided to let it go. It was probably just one of those things he didn't understand about women.

The next morning when she'd come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he noticed that her wedding band from the undercover operation was back on her left ring finger. He'd smiled widely, but quickly hid it as she turned to ask him a question from inside her closet.

Since then, neither one of them had taken it off.

When they were released to go back to work about a month later, the first thing Provenza had done was pull Andy away from the group to ask him "what the hell he was thinking" and gestured at Andy's left hand. Provenza had noticed the ring on her finger as well. "You idiots didn't go and get married did you?" The look of horror on his face had been priceless, and if Andy had been a little quicker, he would've taken a picture to show Sharon later.

It had taken the other officers time to get used to the fact that they were in a relationship, but once it had been cleared with Taylor and they kept a professional distance when they were working, people had gradually started looking at them normally again; to their immense relief.

Things had really returned to normal when they found out that Tom and his cult had been arrested and charged with the murder of at least four people. Andy was sure they would be linked to other murders once unsolved murders were looked into more. Tom hadn't died after hitting his head on the windshield, but he would have mental and physical issues the rest of his life because of it. Sharon hadn't been able to make herself feel too bad. He was a psychotic murderer, after all.

Andy's reminiscing was interrupted by Sharon as she walked out of the bedroom looking breathtaking in high heels and a navy blue suit. She smiled widely when she saw him looking at her.

They were getting married today.

Two weeks ago, Andy had sat down next to her (his torso still wasn't completely healed, so he couldn't kneel) and asked her to make it official and marry him. She had leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, then nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, honey. Nothing would make me happier." When Andy had began talking about planning a wedding and finding a date, she'd interrupted him with a squeeze of her hand, "Let's just do it in front of a judge, I've done the big wedding thing once already. As long as you're there with me, I'll be happy."

That night had been the best night of his life.

Andy was once again pulled from his thoughts as Sharon walked in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Are you ok? No second thoughts, right?"

He stood up slowly, then leaned forward and kissed her softly. "Never."

She smiled as she hooked a finger through his black suspenders and pulled him forward. "Let's go get married then."

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close as they walked towards the door. "I can't wait."

I really didn't intend to make you guys wait this long for the epilogue, I'm so sorry. Hopefully all the time jumping is easy enough to follow. If not, let me know and I'll fix it.

I hope this didn't disappoint too much, I'm always sad when it's time to end a story. I do intend to start writing again for "One of Convenience", so watch for that if you're still interested.

Please tell me what you think. You guys are great! :)