Monday's premiere was cray! It was beyond more than I expected, only thing I would have liked to see happen was that Shandy kiss, but I'm patient woman most times. Every time I replay Andy, flying from that car, I cringe, but to know Sharon is the one in charge of his care and supervision makes it all worth it, lol.

A/N: Sorry, it took me so long to post this one. My computer was in the hospital. Warning: Do not install Windows 10 and if you have, get rid of it. Consider this me saving you crap load of money!

All Afterthoughts are stand alone.

As usual, I don't own these amazing characters, except the two I created, I am just taking them on a ride! They will be returned to the Duffster! The dialogue from the show belongs to its rightful owners, no copyright infringement, intended.

Enjoy!

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"Let me keep you…It can burn us both."-

'Let Me Keep You' Morgan James

I could have lost him today.

It keeps playing on a loop in my head. As I sit stand here in the hallway as Dr. Harris exams him, there are so many things that were never said between us, that was almost lost. There are so many things that we have yet to experience. Some of those things are because I am still afraid. Some of those things are because of his personal fears.

When the team walked back into the Murder Room without, Andy, my mind automatically went to the worst possible thing. Maybe it was because we had our first disagreement last night. It was over something so minuscule. I knew Provenza was lying to me about Andy's mishap, but I understood why. He knows how deep our feelings are for each other. Any wrong move for either one of us, is bound to set our emotions off. We are kindred spirits. We can feel when something is off with the other. Provenza, in that moment, knew I needed to stay focused on the case, so he did what he felt was necessary.

When Andy, returned to the Murder Room, I tried my best to hide my panic and pain. But I know he could read my eyes, even with all the pain he was in. It was hard being Captain, and not Sharon in front of Taylor. I think a little bit of Sharon slipped out, when I asked if the doctor cleared him to return to work. It is really hard balancing the two, especially with something serious as this. Taylor, was right to advise us, to leave ourselves some room to maneuver. It certainly helps during those touch and go moments.

When he collapsed in my office I know Sharon, was on full display and I didn't care. My only concern was for Andy and his well-being. Andy has become the one I can depend on, no matter the time or reason. He has become the one who holds my deepest darkest secrets and passes no judgement. He is the one that I see myself building a future with, if I can just get over my fears.

"Captain Raydor?" Dr. Harris calls bringing back me my thoughts.

"Yes? Please call me, Sharon." I respond as I turn to look at him. He holds the room door open for me to come in. I walk in and I see Andy, sitting on the edge of the bed, still pale but looking a little better. "I have informed Mr. Flynn that he is not be left home alone for the next 48 hours and he seems to have an issue with that directive, Sharon."

My eyes widen and before I can even speak, Andy says, "Don't worry, Doc, she will adhere to your precious stipulation of my release even if I don't." He flashes a weak smile at me. I can't help but smile back before replying, "Dr. Harris, rest assured he will be in capable hands. Are there any more precautions I need to be made aware of?

"Basically, Sharon, he needs care and supervision and I believe you will give that to him." He says. I nod okay and he continues with the directives.

"He needs to do breathing exercises six times a day. Most people do them after each meal and the other three are whenever, you feel like he needs to do them," he says looking over at Andy, "he may not want to move around a lot, but he at least needs to get at least a 15-minute walk in, twice a day, so that he doesn't become too stiff. The pain will be a lot worse if he doesn't move around. Andy has informed that you know about his refusal of opiates, which is understandable. I called in 600mg Ibuprofen for him at the Walgreens near your home." He says and pauses, I look over at Andy, he cracks another smile. "He knew he would be staying with you, because he knew he would lose the argument. He conceded before the fight even began." Dr. Harris says, causing me laugh a little. "Sharon, he is a smart man. Count yourself lucky. Most men would have argued you down." He says. "He knows I always win." I whisper. Dr. Harris laughs, and continues, "Make sure he has a pillow under his side, those cracked ribs will need a little extra cushion. It would be better if he slept in a bed alone that way there will less chance of added injuries. Is that possible?"

"Yes. He will be sleeping in my son's room." I confirm. Andy cocks his head to side out of curiosity.

"Ok, perfect. I also prescribed him the lowest possible dose of Ambien, because he will have trouble sleeping, there is no doubt about it. I explained to him that in rare cases it can be addictive. So, I am leaving it up to you two, rather or not to pick it up. He explained to me that you are an avid tea drinker and you may know of some teas, that are perfect for getting a good night's sleep." Dr. Harris states.

"Yes, I am. I think I have the perfect blend at home for him." I confess.

"Ok, good. Well, here are his discharge papers. Mr. Flynn, I expect to see you back here next Tuesday at 9 a.m. Please, don't make this like your other follow up appointments, where my nurses call you over and over again." Dr. Harris says.

"Don't worry he will be here. I will be his personal reminder." I say as Dr. Harris walks toward the door.

"Andy, you've got yourself a good one, don't mess this up." He says walking out the door. I spin around to look at Andy and he is smiling brightly.

"How are you?" He rasps as soon as the room door closes.

"We can talk about me later, right now I want to get you out of here and into some comfortable clothes, so you can rest." I confess.

"Okay, but we will talk about it." He says as the nurse wheels the wheelchair in the room.

"Yes." I assure him as we leave the room.


As he sits at the table waiting for me to bring him his breakfast, he inquires, "Are you ready to tell me how you are?"

"No…You're not doing anything before breakfast, and then you're only doing your breathing exercises." I inform him.

"Oh, well, we agreed that you would only be the boss at work and that everything else would be a discussion."

"Well, your doctor said that you needed care and supervision."

He laughs causing him to moan in pain slightly, "Oh." "Okay, well, at least tell me what happened after I left."

"We found the money in Noah's room and the .45. It's like we thought it would be." I inform him

"So, he expected to steal the money, get away, and not hurt anyone." He states.

"And Howard Prager said his name, and that's enough of that." I assert reaching across the table for his hand. "How are you feeling?" I inquire.

"Better." He assures me.

"So, I hope Rusty doesn't resent me for, uh, "borrowing" his bedroom." He says as my thumb strokes his fingers.

"No, no, no." I assure him with a slight smile. "He volunteered it."

"Really?" He questions as if he can't believe it. "Yes, really. It's progress." I guarantee him

"So, he's at school, then 8:30 class?" He probes

"Not exactly." I confess.

"Well, would you care to tell?" He asks smiling at me. I shake my head no.

"Okay, then. How about how are you, care to share that?" He inquires taking a bite of his fruit.

"I guess it's only fair, since I said we would talk about it." He confesses. He offers me a light smile, the smile that melts my heart every time.

"Honestly, I feel confused. Confused as to why we let so much time go by without saying how we really feel about each other." I confess. He looks at me with admiration in his eyes, and says, "Hey, you don't have to say those three words, just because I got injured. I can tell you do just by your actions. Those three words, are just that words. Your actions are more important, I promise." He assures me as his other hand begins to stroke the inside of my wrist.

Smiling at him I say, "Thank you. But the only thing that kept playing on a loop in my head yesterday was the fact that I could have lost you. We just truly found this thing between us. I enjoy immensely, what we have and I don't want you to ever think that I don't. Sometimes I fear that you may resent this 'old fashioned' dating." He opens his mouth to say something and I shake my head no, and I continue, "I don't want you to feel like, I am putting you through a test. It's all me and all the things I still have to work out in my head. When you almost collapsed in my office yesterday, sheer pain and panic ran through my veins. Andy, I'm not ready to say those words just yet, but just know that I care a lot about you." I finish as he continues tracing patterns along my wrist.

Gazing into each other eyes, we exchange an understanding of our true intentions to each other.

"Sharon, I have always told you, I would wait for you and I mean that. No matter what I am waiting on. I care a lot about you too, and as I said before, your actions are what matter to me not those three little words. When we are ready, we will say them to each other. No rush." He says lifting my hand to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss along my knuckles.

I really care for this man, and I need to muster up the courage to tell him, I love him.

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