Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words and surely the mistakes. These two characters were created by James Duff for The Closer/Major Crimes, I just borrowed them for my story.

It's a fictional story that possibly violates all reasonable concepts of what these two would actually do, but that's the fun of writing a fanfiction.

Andy was so nervous.

He had just finally been granted to watch over Sharon full time, during his off-time from the Major Crimes investigation, and now another body had come to the morgue. He wanted to throw everything up in the air everything and punch every wall he was walking by; but he held it together and started walking in the opposite direction where he was supposed to: the morgue!

"Lieutenant, you cannot be seen here!" Chief Johnson had just come out of the examination room with Dr. Morales and Provenza following.

"I need to see her," Chief Johnson had a quick look at Provenza, knowing he had been the bird speaking in their division to his partner, but she didn't seem as angry as everyone would have expected.

Dr. Morales had tried to oppose, because Andy wasn't supposed to be involved, but Chief Johnson assured him that nobody was going to know about it.

They let him in and he came out devastated, only Provenza could understand why.

"Her name was Lynette," Andy was standing in front of the white board. They came back upstairs with all informations from the morgue and pictures of her bruises. She had been tortured, burnt and stabbed several times, left bleeding out to die after a failed attempt of suffocation. "She was my only serious relationship after my divorce," he didn't want to think about her. He had surely loved her, his own way, not the same as it was now with Sharon, but they had been together for several months and it had been intense, and destroying, and they had had a past of fights and yellings, but he had loved her. And because of that she was now dead.

"Flynn, is everything alright?" Provenza approached to his partner. He was visibly shaken by this last discovery.

Andy didn't say a word and simply nodded, "I need a favor. When you have a minute I need you to go to my place and put a few things in a bag, I won't be home for a few days."

Provenza agreed to help but he couldn't understand why. He had wanted to ask but Chief Johnson had entered the room quickly and sent him out because Pope was about to arrive. He wasn't to be seen there, and he also had another place to be, at this point.

Two things had been clear to Andy after this last discovery: the killer had something to do with him, and he was perfectioning at his thing, because now it was evident he had a scheme to arrive to the highest of targets. The past women had been just a trying, even Lynette was, but differently from the previous five, she was more important to Andy.

With these thoughts he walked his way down to Sharon's office. It was empty. "Setective, where is Captain Raydor?"

"She went to the toilette, she wasn't feeling good," he replied.

"And you didn't follow her?" Andy shouted while running to find her. He had asked him to guard her the whole time and never let her go anywhere alone. He didn't even think that he was entering the ladies room. "Sharon!" He shouted looking for her.

He heard noises from one of the cabins and coughing, "Andy?" Hearing her voice, even if broken and in pain, gave him relief. "What are you doing in here? It's the ladies room." She threw up again.

Andy opened the door of the cabin and leaned down to help her, "They told me you were here, you got pretty screwed up with this virus thing," he grabbed her hair and held her head. Another very embarassing moment for Sharon, she surely hadn't wanted him to see her like that, but she couldn't help it.

When she finally felt she had thrown up everything possibly left in her stomach, she gestured him to help her up. He walked with her to the sink for a quick wash. "You didn't need to come in here and see me like this," she was quiet and whispering. There was nobody around but she was whispering to him, he could still feel some anger into her tone from having followed her into the doctor's room before.

"Sharon, look. I know I did wrong before, and I'm sorry about it." She had finished washing but he was still grabbing her hair not to let them wet, "but you cannot ask me to wait outside here, knowing you are suffering. Okay? I want to help you. You are sick, and weak and even if you don't like to admit it, you need my help and I am not going to leave you alone in this, okay?"

Sharon nodded, and when she finally was all put back together and ready to leave, he left go of her hair and she hugged him. She had only been sick when pregnant before, and nobody had been around helping her, she was still mad at Andy but grateful he hadn't given up on her. "You are irritating, Sharon you know?" She looked at him puzzled, "when I was sick I made a mess and you are well organized even when you're sick," she hadn't made a mess anywhere.

They went out that he was holding her and she was solidly trusting his hug to keep standing, "I'm burning," she finally admitted being sick.

-O-O-O-O-O-O-

Sharon woke up in her bed, she must have been very sick and tired and didn't remember anything that had happened after he helped her in the bathroom at work. She found a tray on her nightstand, with a plate of food that didn't seem to have been touched.

On the other side of the bed, Andy was sleeping. He way laying on his stomache, with a leg out of the bed, still dressed in his suit but without the jacket. He must have fallen asleep from tiredness, she thought.

Sharon stood up slowly, not to wake him up but also because her head was spinning badly. She tried to get out of bed quietly and without making noise, and as soon as she managed to stand up without falling back, she turned to find something to put on. She saw him looking in her direction with one eye open.

"Where do you think you are going, princess?"

"Bathroom," she could barely talk feeling the dryness of her throat. He had put a glass of water on that tray and she drank it all in one shot. It was refreshing, and good and it seemed to give life again to her system.

"Okay, let's go." Andy had been so tired not even to be able to take off his shoes, before he crashed onto the bed, but he had now jumped to walk with her to the bathroom.

"You don't have to, go back to sleep," she had wanted to push him back on the bed but she was too weak.

"I am awake already, what else do I have to do otherwise?" He shrugged and grabbed her arm.

Sharon looked at him as they started walking, "reading, cooking.."

"You didn't even eat what I cooked," he interrupted her.

Sharon sighed, "going to work!"

"Oh I have been reassigned, I have flexible hours and I can work from here," he was thrilled to describe this new job he had been assigned.

"And what would that possibly be?" They arrived to the bathroom and Andy let Sharon enter first, but as he was entering too she closed the door, she didn't shut it completely but left it open slightly in case she needed for him to hear her shouting for help.

Andy leaned on the wall, "Pope assigned me to private vigilance," he waited a few seconds for a response. "To you!"

"What?"

She had heard him. "Sharon, we need to talk when you get out. It cannot wait anymore," it had arrived that time he needed to tell her all the truth. She had to be put apart about the sixth body and the importance of that woman for him, and also she had to be informed about his theory, because she was possibly going to be the next one.

When Sharon came out of the bathroom she looked scared. She couldn't know what this discussion could possibly be about, but she wasn't happy about it. From his tone, she understood it wasn't an easy thing.

They walked slowly to the living room, and sat down on the couch. Sharon was covered into a blanket and Andy was gently stroking her legs that she had put up to rest on his. They talked for a while and about everything. "So that's all about it," Andy had told her everything about Lynette, how important she had been to him, and he also informed her about where and how they found her, about the tortures and everything else. "I think this dirtbag wants you, and this is why I am now assigned to your private care!"

"Okay, I understand the worry. But why me? Why not your ex-wife? Or your daughter?" Sharon couldn't understand. They hadn't told anybody about them, only Chief Pope and Chief Johnson knew about it and only in the very recent days. How could a stranger have known unless having followed them?

"Well I guess," he thought about it. "My ex-wife, I mean, we can barely stand each other. I'm not saying I would be happy to see her dead, but it's not as intimate as you," Sharon smiled to this. "And my daughter, I don't know. Maybe it's not that personal. If you think about it, it's all about women I dated so-"

"Are they sure it's a man? Maybe it's a woman who…" there was a knock at the door that interrupted their conversation. Andy stood up and walked to it.

He took in a deep breath before he opened it and winked at her, "Now tell me why the hell do I have to bring your stuff here!" Provenza had arrived.