He lifted the box's lid and looked inside, groaning quietly at the sight. He looked over to Sharon, "Thank you for this. I haven't had a cheesecake from that bakery in a long time, maybe Christmas. I'm impressed you remembered."

She looked to him as they pulled up to the stoplight near her condo, "You're welcome. Of course, I remembered your love for that cheesecake. Nicole was more than happy to help as well. She felt terrible about the game."

"Well, I told you I would get over my mood. I'm about there. Let's head upstairs to join the party. I'm sure most people are here by now," he said. She nodded as she pulled into her parking garage and found her spot.

The two got out of the car, and Andy offered his hand to Sharon's as they met to walk to the elevator. They walked hand in hand, quietly to the elevators. Once inside, Andy gave Sharon an irritated look.

"What's wrong?" she asked, standing next to him, their fingers still intertwined.

"We just drove here in your car. My car is still at work. There's no way I want you to drive me home that late. I can catch a ride with the team, but that means I won't get to hang out with you here later to watch the fireworks," he complained.

Sharon pursed her lips, "Tell you what. You're welcome to catch a ride with the team; I won't stop you if you want to do that, but I'll also let you drive my car home later tonight. I can take Rusty's car to Mass in the morning, and then maybe we can figure out a way to get you back to your car sometime tomorrow."

Andy thought for a moment, "Is Rusty going to Mass with you?"

"Sometimes he does," she nodded. "It's not something we've discussed, particularly for tomorrow."

"If you could get Rusty to go with you, I'll pick you up after Mass," he told her. "We could go to lunch and then swing downtown to get my car," he offered.

"I might be able to make that deal," she flashed a smile. "Let me speak to him. If he doesn't want to go, we can come up with a different plan."

"Your church isn't that far away," he reminded her. "I could always meet you back here after if Rusty doesn't plan to go."

"That would work too," she agreed, the elevator stopping on her floor. "So, with all your planning, I take it you would rather take my car home tonight?"

"Ahh, yes, no question," he nodded. "I'd much rather hang out with you to watch fireworks. Thank you for the offer of your car."

"Anytime," she said. "Now," she nodded to the cheesecake, "if you want some of that before Provenza discovers it, you'd better eat it soon."

"There you are!" Rusty opened the door to find Sharon and Andy standing in the hallway, talking. "Pizza guy just called from downstairs and is on his way up. Everyone was ready to take bets if you were coming to your own party."

"We're here," Andy grumbled, nodding to Rusty.

"What's that?" Rusty pointed to the box.

"Cheesecake," Andy gave him a look. "Right now, the three of us," he gestured to Sharon, Rusty, and himself, "know about this. It's that good cheesecake from the bakery near Nicole's house."

He started to say more, but Rusty interrupted, "Oh, that one from Christmas? That was almost as good as Sharon's cheesecake."

"Exactly," Andy said, pointing to Rusty, "so, don't say anything about this, and I'm going to hide it in the vegetable drawer. If Provenza discovers this, he'll eat it all, which will mean that none of us will get any. You follow?"

Rusty nodded and then got a grin on his face, "Yeah, I follow. I won't say anything. Does it mean I need to eat it later?"

"That'd be my advice," Andy shrugged.

"I heard you've been in a bad mood all day," Rusty pointedly told him.

Andy rolled his eyes, "Even more reason to keep quiet about this," he gestured to the cheesecake. Sharon just groaned and pushed Andy inside.

"They will definitely figure out your dessert if you keep standing here in the hallway," she pushed him into the condo and followed. Rusty stayed at the door waiting for the pizza guy to come up the elevator.

"Hello everyone," Sharon smiled to the group. They already had the game on the television and had put drinks out on the table. It appeared they were comfortable.

"Captain, glad you could make it," Julio smirked. "Sir, you get lost coming here? Been awhile since you had to drive this way?"

"Such a comedian," Andy sighed and instantly moved toward the kitchen with his cheesecake. Because the team was already watching the game, they didn't see his bag of food. Sharon moved around, taking off her jacket. She checked on her guests to make sure they all had something to drink.

"Anyone need anything while I am up?" she asked.

"Captain, we have beer here. Oh, Lieutenant," Buzz called toward the kitchen, "I put some cranberry juice in the refrigerator next to the same bottle already open."

"Thank you, Buzz," Sharon nodded. Andy looked from the kitchen area and nodded to Buzz.

"Thanks, Buzz," he told him. "Sharon, can I get you something to drink?"

"You know your way around that kitchen pretty well, Sir," Julio chuckled. "Imagine our surprise when we put up your favorite cranberry juice to find more in the captain's refrigerator."

"Oh, stuff it," Andy said, walking out of the kitchen. He handed Sharon a glass of her favorite wine, the wine he'd sent her home with before the case. She nodded her thanks to him, realizing she hadn't even asked for it, and then she looked to the door.

"Rusty, I thought the pizza guy was coming up?" she asked.

Rusty poked his head in, "He's coming now. He said he had another delivery in the building too."

Andy nodded to Sharon and ran his arm over hers as he went to the door to help Rusty with the pizza. It took a few minutes, but soon, everyone had food in hand and was had time to refocus on the game. Rusty stayed nearby, at the dining room table, but he was busy working on something. Andy had checked on him, as had Sharon, but both could tell he was preoccupied.

The discussion was kept to a minimum during the game, and at one point, Sharon retreated to her room to find her Dodger hat. Andy had his with him, as he'd brought it to work. She returned from using her bathroom with the hat on, Provenza noticing it first.

"Are you telling me you two even have a matching Dodger hat? Flynn, what happened to your old one? You had to go out and get a new one to match the captain?" he complained.

Andy rolled his eyes, "For your information, someone stole my old hat."

"Someone stole an old Dodger hat?" Julio shook his head. "That's sort of sad."

"It was a known assailant," Andy turned his eyes toward the dining room table. Sharon covered her mouth to keep from laughing. She grabbed a beer off the table. Andy had noticed she was relaxing this evening, and he was glad about that.

"Ma'am?" Julio grinned to her. "Your son is now a known criminal?"

Sharon burst out laughing. Andy had settled down behind Sharon, who was sitting on the couch. He had been standing and was now kneeling behind her.

"Okay, it's not exactly as Andy described it," she said as she reached up behind her head to pat his hand. She knew he was there. "We took Rusty to his first Dodger game, what last season, I guess?" she asked, now looking up at him. He nodded. "Andy offered to buy him a hat, but he complained it made him look silly, especially a new hat. Anyway, there we were at the game, and Rusty had forgotten his sunglasses. Andy offered him his old hat to block out the sun, and Rusty said that it least it was broken in and didn't stick out like a brand-new fan in a new hat," she chuckled. "So, he kept it," she shrugged. "I can't remember the last time I had a Dodger hat. The next time we went to a game, Andy showed up with these new hats."

"Next time," Provenza rolled his eyes. "Games, hats, outings with Rusty," he shook his head.

"We're friends, Provenza," Andy barked, trying to shut him up.

"Lieutenant, let me know when you need a new friend," Amy turned and flashed a huge smile to Andy. "Coop doesn't even take me to Dodger games, and he's never bought me a Dodger hat."

Andy rolled his eyes again and stood up. He walked back over to check on Rusty; he'd been doing that, going from Sharon to Rusty all evening. Sharon had offered him a place to sit, but he knew if he sat, they would get too comfortable, not that it was a problem. They were used to sitting together on Sharon's couch, but that was also precisely the problem. They would get comfortable, like they were used to doing, and that would definitely look out of place with the team.

"Hey, Flynn, got any scissors over there? I have a loose thread here on my uniform," Provenza asked as he continued to polish up his uniform. Andy waved him off and went to the kitchen junk drawer for the scissors. "As I figured," Provenza nodded to the group and looked to Sharon. "Captain, here's a hypothetical-let's say I'm at Flynn's house and you stop by. Would you know where his scissors are?"

Sharon smiled sweetly at him, "Lieutenant, I'm not going to answer that."

"He's got some in the kitchen and a pair in his laundry room of all places, at least as far as I remember," Rusty perked up. He had been part of several conversations. "Sharon knows his house pretty well, Lieutenant."

"Shocking," Provenza rolled his eyes. Sharon shook her head, and Andy just waved him off ignoring the comment as he delivered the scissors to Provenza.

"If those don't suit your needs, she's got another pair in the desk drawer over there," Andy gestured to the desk. "You keep your scissors in your kitchen drawer too, if memory serves."

"Well, we aren't here debating our friendship," Provenza pointed out.

"I'm not here to debate anything, Old Man! I'm here to watch the game because our plans of going to the game were ruined!" Andy exclaimed.

"Gentlemen," Sharon said sternly, "can we not argue about scissors and just enjoy the game?"

The rest of the team chuckled, but all settled in for the game. As the game ended, the team all groaned. It had turned out to be a game 'not to miss' as the announcers kept saying. The team scurried around to head up to the roof to watch the fireworks.

Most of the team caught the first elevator, leaving Sharon, Andy, and Provenza for the second. Rusty was still lagging; they weren't waiting for him. The three stood in the hallway before Provenza spoke.

"Flynn, are you taking me home?" he asked. "I rode here with Buzz and Mike in that Batmobile thing."

"No, I'm not taking you home, Provenza," he told him. "My car isn't even here."

Provenza's eyes grew huge, and before he could speak, Sharon jumped in, "Lieutenant, before you suggest anything inappropriate, Andy is taking my car home tonight. We rode to the wedding together, and instead of driving back downtown tonight or asking one of you to go out of your way, he's just going to take my car, and we'll figure it out tomorrow."

Provenza sighed, shaking his head. "I just don't need to hear it," he groaned. "I just need a ride to Patrice's house. Captain, before I forget, she asked if you would be interested in getting together. The way she said it, I think she was suggesting all four of us," he gestured to Sharon and Andy and then made a face at his own suggestion.

"Wait, Patrice wants to hang out with Sharon?" Andy chuckled, shaking his head at Provenza. "Oh, I'm sure you are loving this, Provenza."

"Well, she wants to get to know the captain better. Patrice doesn't have a lot of friends her own age, women friends, and she's heard all about you, Captain, from work. She even said she wanted to get some tips from you," he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, it's a snowball effect. I hang out with Flynn, which puts Patrice without anyone. She suggested hanging out with the captain, and anyway," he shrugged, "since the two of you are friends, as you say, she suggested the four of us go to dinner or well, anything."

Sharon glanced to Andy for confirmation, and he just gave a quick shrug, "That would be lovely, Lieutenant. I look forward to spending some time with Patrice, getting to know her better."

"I'll pass along the good news," he rolled his eyes. The elevator arrived, and the three stepped on quickly.

"Oh, I can't wait to see the fireworks!" Sharon exclaimed. Andy nodded to her, smiling, and Provenza just rolled his eyes again. They arrived at the rooftop and found the team in one corner. Others from the building were in different parts of the roof to watch the fireworks as well.

Provenza pushed ahead to get to the rest of the team. Andy lingered behind, walking slowly, with Sharon next to him doing the same.

"Can you believe that Provenza has actually found a woman his own age who seems to like him?" he chuckled.

Sharon laughed too, "It is comical, but I'm happy they found each other. Do you think he'll marry her, another Provenza wedding?"

Andy looked to Provenza before answering, "Yeah, he'll marry her. He'll at least ask," he pointed out. "I can't predict if she'll say yes, but he'll ask, so if she says yes, he'll get married again. Provenza likes to be married."

"Hmm," Sharon nodded as the two watched the fireworks. She leaned toward Andy, and he put his hand on her back. "It's almost hard to remember enjoying being married."

Andy nodded, "Yeah, you're telling me. Provenza just keeps going back for more."

They hung back from the team just slightly, mostly because they were comfortable as they were standing. Sharon was comfortable standing at Andy's side, and his arm, that had started on her back, had made its way around her waist. Neither seemed to mind, and the team had not noticed. Rusty only patted Sharon on the shoulder as he moved by her, also unfazed by their display of affection, and moved toward the rest of the team.

"Well, this isn't as good as seeing the fireworks for the game," Andy leaned down and whispered in her ear, "but, I do have to admit I will enjoy just walking downstairs when this is over and not fighting the game traffic."

"See?" Sharon teased as she smiled up to him. "There is a bright spot to this day."

"Hmm," Andy grunted, "some bright spot."

The fireworks ended, and Sharon and Andy stepped apart, both immediately missing the connection. The team started to say their good-byes, some heading home straight from the roof while others had to stop back at the condo. Sharon, Andy, and Rusty rode downstairs with Buzz, Amy, and Provenza.

"Buzz, can you drop me off at Patrice's house? Mike was taking Julio home," he stated.

"Sure, Lieutenant," Buzz nodded. "Rusty did you want to come over and play video games tonight? We talked about that earlier this week."

"Oh, yeah," Rusty looked to him. "Sorry, I've been working on that story and just made a huge breakthrough. Sure," he shrugged looking to Sharon. "Do you care if I go play video games all night, Sharon?"

"I won't say I'm thrilled about it, but go ahead," she gestured. "I'll be fine here," she nodded.

"Cool, "Rusty told them. "Ahh, Lieutenant, I can take you to Patrice's house if you want. Amy, do you need a ride?"

"Buzz is dropping me off too," she nodded to him. "Thanks, though."

"Okay, so I can drop off the lieutenant," he nodded to Provenza and will come over then. That work, Buzz?" he asked.

"Sure, I'll see you there," he said as the group arrived back at the condo. They gathered their things and left, leaving Sharon, Andy, Rusty and Provenza. Rusty ran back to his room to grab a few things, while Sharon and Andy started to clean up the mess. Provenza smoothed out his uniform again, checking it over for any problems.

"Are you really going to put that thing on tonight?" Andy asked him, a look of disgust on his face. Sharon had just stepped out of the room.

"I am," Provenza smirked. "Don't tell me she didn't comment on your uniform. I saw her messing with it several times," Provenza hissed. He'd lowered his voice and waved Andy over to tell him that. Andy shook his head.

"We're friends, Provenza," he sighed.

"Just get it over," Provenza told him. "Ask her out before I do it for you. You know that won't go well. You two are practically dating. She just doesn't know it. How is your girlfriend the last to know she's dating you? I don't see it," he shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. "I don't' see how woman find anything about you appealing. You can't even get your own girlfriend to notice she's dating you. You are a lousy boyfriend."

"Quiet down! I'm working on it, okay?" Andy sighed. "She's had a rough few months."

"Few months? Flynn if that is your excuse, you'll never get her to date you. She's had one thing after another since she started working with us. Add you to the mix now," he nodded to him, "and, I'm sure she'll have one thing after another with you. I'm not a fan of this, but obviously, she is just as much as you are. Lock this down, now, or I swear, Flynn, the team and I will figure out a way to do it for you," he complained.

"Yeah, I know. You're sick of it. Well, I'm sick of it too, at least the not knowing part. Lately, I think she's coming around. I'm not talking about it now, not before I talk to her, but just calm down," he sighed.

"Ready, Lieutenant," Rusty said as he reappeared. Sharon had gone to check on him, giving Andy and Provenza the few minutes to talk. Sharon followed, smiling at Rusty as he got his things for the evening.

"Rusty, be safe," she nodded to him. "Lieutenant, I guess enjoy your evening," she smiled to Provenza. Both waved as they left.

"And, then there were two," Andy smiled as he looked to Sharon. She chuckled, raising her eyebrows in jest. "Your place is clean, Sharon," Andy nodded as they looked around. He smiled at her and said, "What do you say to cheesecake and more fireworks?"