He about dropped the phone when it started ringing. Why did that always happen? Why, when you almost willed for something to happen, it didn't, and when you were trying to have a moment of peace, the phone always started ringing. Andy stopped his pacing and pulled the phone up to his ear, sighing when he saw the caller id.

"What do you want, Provenza?" Andy said, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was only 6:00 on Sunday evening, and he was already tired and exhausted from his weekend.

"Want to watch the game?" Provenza asked. "I'm done with my kid's birthday dinner already."

"It's 6:00," Andy said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Where did you take your family to dinner that you are already done by 6:00? You know what," he shook his head, "never mind. No, I don't want to watch the game."

"You don't want to watch the game? Why? What's wrong with you? Are you drinking? Do you have a woman there?" Provenza started firing questions at Andy.

"No and no. I am not doing anything; I just don't feel like watching the game. I've got a headache and really feel like crap. I might just go to bed now," he sighed.

"At 6:00?" Provenza asked.

"We've already established the time. You're the one done with dinner. Old guy like you should be ready for bed yourself," he smirked.

"I can come over and watch the game, cheer you up," he offered.

"No, I don't need you here. I'm just under the weather," Andy explained. "Look, why don't we meet for breakfast tomorrow, the diner by work, okay?"

"What time?" Provenza asked.

"Let's go with 6:00," Andy smirked again. "That time seems to be stuck in our heads."

"You mean A.M., though, I assume?" Provenza asked.

"Of course, I mean A.M., you moron! Breakfast. Does that work for you?" he sighed.

"Don't be late, and if you are getting sick, call me in the morning. I don't want whatever you have," Provenza pointed out to him. "We can talk about going to a game soon, maybe next weekend. Check your schedule and see if you want to go to the game on Saturday. It's one of my ex's birthdays, and that would get me out of seeing her Saturday if we go to the game."

"Plans like that always blow up on us," Andy grumbled. "I don't want to be your family excuse again. I always am. We can talk about this tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning," Andy grumbled and hung up the phone. He sighed and looked up at his ceiling. He hadn't realized just how long he'd been pacing in his own house, but he'd been doing it for quite awhile. He had a lot on his mind, and he was trying to get up the courage to call her and suggest his idea.

Things hadn't gone exactly smoothly Friday night, which had been their second trip to the symphony. It wasn't that things had gone badly, but the evening hadn't ended with dinner as he'd hoped. As he continued to pace, he thought about the evening, about how things had transpired, and he sighed, realizing that he'd really enjoyed Sharon's company and hated that she'd been called out to a crime scene.

He glanced at her when he saw her digging in her purse. The two had been focused on the symphony playing a variety of Pops music. He'd learned what that was; Sharon had been very sweet explaining the different styles of music to him. It was almost energizing, watching her get excited about something, and she was definitely excited about music. She gestured with her hands, and her eyes sparkled. He liked seeing that; it was a completely different side of her compared to work. Andy watched as she dug in her purse, his eyes glancing between her and the stage. He watched as she frowned when she glanced at her phone. She had the ringer on silent, but it appeared to be vibrating.

"Sorry," she leaned over and whispered to him, the smell of her perfume hitting him again. "I could feel my phone vibrating in my clutch. It's work. I am going to have to step out and take this. I'm afraid it might be a crime scene requesting my presence."

Andy just nodded; both knew it wasn't polite to talk during the symphony, but work was work. He noted her movements as she glanced at the program. She frowned and shook her head, pointing to the song that was playing. They weren't close to intermission, but she'd have to duck out as soon as the song finished. She gave him a sad smile and shrug, and he returned it with a shrug too. As the song ended, she collected her things and moved quickly out of her seat. He followed, which apparently was a surprise to her when she looked back as he held open the theater door.

"You didn't have to leave," she sighed, shaking her head as she dug out her phone again. "I'm sorry. I am not exactly on call, but I am sometimes requested at crime scenes."

"It's fine," he waved at her as she dialed her phone. He put his hands in his pockets and started to walk around in the lobby area, giving her some privacy. He looked up when she walked toward him. She held up her phone.

"Duty calls," she rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry I have to leave, but please, go back and enjoy the rest of the symphony."

"You know," he pointed at her, "this is a pretty sneaky way to get out of that dinner. I told you it wasn't a big deal, but I know we both came from work, haven't eaten, and well, as I've said, it's the least I can do, to buy you dinner."

She nodded, trying to hold back a small smile, "I would rather go to dinner than stare at a dead body."

"Oh, warms my heart," he clutched his chest, now chuckling. "Do you say that to all the guys?" Andy teased, grinning at her. "Right now, I can't be that guy, who left in the middle of a concert and then tried to sneak back inside."

"Please stay and enjoy," Sharon said, now clasping her hands in front of her, her clutch in her hands. "My dead body isn't reason to ruin your evening."

Andy chuckled again, "You have a funny way of putting things. I'm sorry we couldn't get dinner. I was looking forward to it, looking forward to chatting with you. The symphony is fantastic but being quiet the whole time does put a slight damper on it."

"Oh," Sharon pursed her lips, "I thought that's why you enjoyed it-no talking to me required."

"On the contrary," he nodded and then shook his head, the awkwardness almost building. He looked away.

"I should go," she said. "Again, sorry about dinner, but thank you for coming tonight. You'll have to let me know how the rest of the evening goes."

"Will do," he said, putting his hands in his pockets again. "I'd suggest you enjoy your evening, but you know,' he shrugged, "dead body."

"Yes, it's not exactly my preference. Night, Andy," she said quietly.

"Night, Sharon," he said, nodding to her. "I will let you know about the rest of the symphony."

"Looking forward to it," she said as she stepped away, pulling her keys from her clutch.

Andy looked to his phone now, standing in his house, and before he could talk himself out of it, he called her. It rang-once, twice, and as he was about to hang up the phone, she answered.

"Lieutenant Flynn, I hope you are not calling me from a new crime scene. I just walked in the door after filing my report on my last one," she stated.

"No, not at all," he said quickly. "In fact, it isn't a work call. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I didn't know you'd been at work this long. I was calling to give you that update from the symphony."

"Oh?" Sharon asked. "That sounds lovely, the symphony, I mean. My dead body was not, and the officer involved created quite a mess for himself. Sorry, I'm not going to talk work right now."

"I'll let you get settled at home. Really didn't mean to bother you. We can just talk sometime at work," he said, dropping into his recliner. He pinched the bridge of his nose again; the headache was back and throbbing.

"Andy," she cleared her voice and paused, "I'm glad you called. I just got done talking to my son on my drive home, a somewhat disappointing call. He'd hoped to come for a visit, but now, work is an issue. I can't fault him for that because it's been the story of my life too. So, thank you for taking my mind off that disappointment."

"Sorry to hear that," he nodded. "I will tell you that while the rest of the music was great, the company was disappointing too. I missed having someone there to share the enjoyment. I realized part of why I have enjoyed the symphony is that I've been able to go with someone who truly enjoys it. Besides that, I skipped any decent dinner, came home, and I made myself eggs and toast for dinner. That screams a good time."

Sharon started laughing on the phone, and when she finally stopped, she started to speak and started laughing again. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, but you saying that-you have no idea that I'm standing here in my kitchen with two bags of groceries. I contemplated that same thought in the grocery store. I did buy eggs and bread, but as I was almost ready to check out, I decided on a pre-made salad at the last minute with one of those rotisserie chickens. I can't tell you how close I was to just making eggs."

"Great minds think alike," he offered in a teasing tone. "Anyway, I'll let you get to your dinner, but I did want to thank you again for the tickets and tell you that I hope we can maybe do a raincheck on the whole night. It was fun, and I really like listening to great music like that with someone who appreciates it and can explain it to me."

"I think you are selling yourself short," Sharon said. "You have learned a great deal about the symphony, but I agree that it is more enjoyable to attend anything with someone, with a friend."

"We agree on that, and it had me thinking," he said, again, pinching his nose. He took a deep breath, "Look, crazy idea, but I really enjoy going to baseball games. I think you know that. Provenza usually goes with me. He can't go next weekend, and I wanted to see if you were available? I'm hoping that maybe you are not on call to hang out with a dead body, and maybe, you might be interested? I know you mentioned your son played baseball, so I thought you might actually like watching it."

"Baseball, oh, like the Dodgers?" Sharon asked. "I don't want you to have to drag me to a game. I watch baseball, yes, but I am not an avid Dodger fan. I might be embarrassing even. I don't know any of the players, haven't for a very long time."

"You don't have to be one, a huge fan, just come," he offered, gesturing to himself as he sat in his chair. "I mean, as long as you don't come rooting for the other team, it's okay. Honestly, though, don't worry about it. It was a thought, you know, since Provenza can't go. I wanted to thank you for being so kind and taking me to the symphony now twice. I just thought a game might be fun, and you can talk as much as you want at a game; it's not quiet like the symphony."

"Oh, ahh, well, I can check my schedule," she said. "I don't want to hold you up if you want to ask someone else."

"Game is Saturday afternoon, 1:00," he explained. "If that's a problem-"

"Saturday is fine," she said quickly. Andy pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at it, as if that would answer anything for him. She'd gone from the 'checking her schedule' excuse to agreeing in just a couple of seconds.

"Wait, I thought you said you needed to check your schedule, right?" he asked.

"I'm checking; Saturday works. My son was going to try and come then, so thank you for the distraction," she told him.

"Oh, well, great," he flashed a smile. "I mean, it's great you can go. I'm sorry you can go because your son cancelled. So, how do you want to do this?"

"Do this?" Sharon asked.

"You know, the game," he gestured again to himself. "It seems a little crazy for both of us to drive. Parking is expensive and annoying. I can pick you up if you like."

"I suppose that is the best idea, and you do know where I live," she told him.

"Great!" Andy exclaimed, trying to reign in his excitement. "Lunch is included, as long as you don't mind something from the stadium. I am joking," he said quickly before she could respond. "I mean, I thought we could snack there, and if you're hungry after, I'll be happy to feed you."

"Hmm, well, I enjoy a good Dodger Dog," she stated.

"Really, you? I figured you for a health nut," Andy said.

"I can kick back and have a good time," she teased. "I have raised two kids, so I understand game food."

"Sorry, right," he shook his head. "The offer stands for the afternoon-whatever food you want."

"This sounds like too much of a repayment from any symphony tickets," she explained. "I've told you none of it is necessary, and I never purchased those tickets; Gavin always sends me his tickets to use."

"I want to do this," he said quickly, and before she could say anything that would change the plans, he added, "I'm already looking forward to next weekend. I can't wait to show you something I really enjoy."