It was a miracle. It was Valentine's Day, and somehow, the team hadn't caught a case. "Dirtbags in love," Andy had joked to the team earlier when they were all betting on whether or not they'd get through the day without a case. Now that they had, the team had started to disperse for the evening. Amy had left, not mentioning much of anything to the team. Buzz and Julio, without anything going on for the evening, had decided to catch a movie and a pizza, inviting Rusty along with them. That left the three lieutenants, all still at their desks working on various things while Sharon continued to work in her office.

Andy glanced up toward Provenza and Mike, wanting to say something, irritated they were still here, but unwilling to start any conversation because he had a feeling he knew why Provenza, at least was here. Andy and Sharon had been doing fine at work, all business, even making a few jokes with each other, but they hadn't really been alone under any situation since Andy had left the condo during the Stroh mess. He wanted so badly to tell Sharon he was fine sleeping with her, sharing her with another man, if that was even the right idea, but honestly, he wasn't okay with it. Provenza had made him feel self-conscious too, pointing out Andy's slip of his tongue. Andy had simply used the wrong phrasing. He'd tried to tell Provenza that, tried to tell him that he used that term, "making love" when describing his time with other women, but Provenza didn't buy it. Andy still wasn't convinced it wasn't just a slip of the tongue, but now, he was also very aware of anything regarding Sharon. His mind was having an internal struggle-he wanted to continue his arrangement with Sharon; he wanted to take her to bed again, but he wasn't sure he could handle the idea of her in his bed one night and another man's a different night.

Today, he was almost curious about her plans, wondering if she was going to see Paul, especially now that Rusty was busy. She was free to do whatever she wanted, but the more and more he wrestled with it, he wanted her to be with him. Tonight would be a great night for that, especially with Rusty busy, but asking her meant facing a possible rejection. It meant putting the ball in her court and having to possibly hear her say she was busy, had other plans because truthfully, if she said that, he had a pretty good idea about those other plans. It was making him sick.

So, he sat; he worked. He continued with his search, justifying that it was after hours now. Andy looked over toward Mike and Provenza again, "Hey Mike," he called out, and Mike turned to him, pushing his glasses up on his face again. "No big Valentine plans?"

"No," Mike made a face. "My wife is out of town, visiting her sister who is recovering from foot surgery. No plans tonight, but I half expected a case to be my Valentine's Day plan."

"Oh, yeah," Andy nodded and frowned slightly. That meant that Mike wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Andy shifted in his seat. If he shifted just right, he could sometimes catch Sharon's reflection off the glare of his computer screen. It was great because he could see her without being so obvious, without turning in his chair. She was sitting over her desk, her head propped up with her hand, and her hair was falling all down around her. He held back a groan; he loved that look on her, and there was something about the look that was so sexy to him. Some of it was just the image, seeing her with that same pose, her head propped on her hand while facing him in bed as they talked and laughed whenever they were together. He looked over at Provenza quickly, shaking the thoughts from his mind.

"What, none of your ex-wives were interested in your buffet steak dinner tonight?" Andy smirked at Provenza.

"Be quiet; I'm concentrating," Provenza said as he typed something on his computer. Andy gave him an odd look. It was a little unusual to see Provenza on his computer, doing actual work, especially at 6:00 in the evening. Andy sighed and sat back, crossing his arms.

"Andy, repeat to yourself it's not a good idea," Mike said casually from his desk as he flipped through a stack of papers. Andy's eyes widened, and he sat up in his chair, his elbows now on his desk.

"Wait, what? What was that Mike?" Andy asked again, scowling as he then looked to Provenza. Provenza paused, eyeing both men, and then, he went back to typing on his computer.

"You know better than anyone in the office that I might be quiet, but I'm observant," Mike said, turning fully to look at Andy. He lowered his voice, "Plus, a few weeks ago, Provenza and I had a little discussion about our observations, and we discovered we had both come to the same conclusion about your activities."

"You're serious?" Andy sat forward, gesturing with his hand. He glanced quickly back to Sharon's office, and he was glad to see she was still working. He turned back to Mike, aware Provenza had stopped typing, and he frowned at his friends, "How did you figure it out? It's not like it matters anymore; it's over, not happening."

"You are delusional if you actually believe that, Flynn. The way you are stealing glances at her- I wouldn't doubt you'd take her to the first bed you could find tonight if she was willing."

"Maybe it's the other way around, Provenza," Mike nodded. "Maybe Andy here is the one dragging his feet. Stranger things have happened, but he's not looking like the confident bachelor we both know. Andy," Mike called to him and rolled his eyes slightly, "I've known you a long time, not as long as Provenza, but come on. You can and have gotten most any woman you've ever wanted. I've watched you in action. It didn't take much in the way of detective skills to see this one coming a mile away."

"Who else knows?" Andy hissed, the panic now in his face.

"Just us," Mike shrugged. "We'll keep this in our lieutenant triangle, but I, my friend, am watching your back here tonight." Andy stared at him, his facial expressions between horrified, embarrassed, and impressed.

"Flynn!" Provenza stood up quickly, so quickly, his chair went flying back on its wheels. It was enough to startle both Andy and Mike; the men jumped and turned to him. He smacked his hand at his computer screen while he waited for a print out on his printer. "I got it! I found her."

Andy narrowed his gaze, and he looked at Mike, who had raised his eyebrows at Provenza. Both shook their heads, and Andy cleared his throat, "Provenza, we don't have an open case. What are you doing? Oh, wait," he grinned, "you found someone who will go out with you tonight on such short notice. You found some desperate woman, right? How much are you paying her?"

Mike started to laugh, nodding at Andy for his comment. Provenza ignored it, snatching the paper off the printer, and he then quickly made his way across the room. Andy gave Mike a look; Provenza didn't often move that quickly.

"Her, you idiot! I found HER," he said, enunciating the word. Andy searched his eyes, trying to figure it out, and Provenza nodded as he smacked a paper down on Andy's desk. "HER," he pointed to the paperwork.

"Michelle Smith, Seward, Alaska," Andy repeated as he read over the paperwork. Provenza had found some sort of tax receipt. It was old, but Andy scanned it, and he looked up at Provenza. "How did you find this? That's what you were doing?"

"Don't worry about how-I found it. I'm that good," he nodded. Andy looked it over again, and then, he looked back up at Provenza, shaking his head. "Sorry, Flynn," he nodded his head toward Mike. "I didn't mean to do this here. I got excited."

Andy waved him off, a dazed expression on his face. He looked to Mike, still almost shell-shocked, "Ahh, Mike, long story, but I've been searching for-we," he corrected, "we-Provenza, Sharon, and I have been searching for this woman. She had my kid-20 years ago now. I didn't even know her name until recently."

"Wow, didn't see that coming," Mike said, whistling. He pursed his lips, "Scientifically speaking, playing the flips side here, and again, I have no details-you're sure it's your kid? DNA all that can help."

"I'm pretty sure," Andy nodded, looking again at the simple paper. "I can't believe you found this, after all this time."

"It's from three years ago, but it's more current than anything you've found," Provenza pointed out. "I'd say you are getting close."

Andy nodded, still gripping the paper. He finally stood quickly, almost knocking Provenza over, and with the paper in hand, he walked to Sharon's office, knocking as he opened it. It was after hours, and honestly, he just didn't care.

"Provenza found her," Andy stated, his voice changing as he said it to her. "Sharon, he found her."

Sharon's eyes widened, and she dropped her pen, looking up at him, "What? He found her?"

Andy put the paper down in front of her and pointed, as Provenza and Mike followed into the office, "Alaska, can you believe it? She's in Alaska, or she was three years ago." Sharon studied the paperwork, her eyes almost dancing across the words. She nodded as she read it, and then, she looked up, finding her three lieutenants all there.

"Ahh, Mike, I see you have now been looped into this?" Sharon asked, giving Andy a glance.

"Just now, Captain, but I'll be glad to help, whatever Andy needs," he explained.

"Captain, it's after hours, and I was continuing a search I worked on the other day. I finally got a hit," he said, patting Andy on the back. "We're getting somewhere, Flynn. We can track someone down the last three years. It's closer than 20 or 21."

"Indeed," Sharon said, a small smile as she handed the paperwork back to Andy. He was there, almost grinning, so happy to have something, anything on his search. "What is the plan now?"

"I'm going to finish this tonight; I can't stop now," Andy said. "I can do this. This is more than we thought. Alaska. If she's still there, we'll find her."

"I was planning to finish a report I have and then had mentioned to my youngest son I might swing by his dorm to take him to dinner. He broke up with his girlfriend two weeks ago, but I can help with this tonight if you need," Mike explained.

"I'll help Flynn," Provenza said. "You and I can handle this. Tao, I think we can handle this part, but we might need your help whenever we send Flynn on his way, covering down here at the office. Someone," he glanced at Sharon, "will have to go with him. If Flynn's bartender in Alaska, I don't do cold."

"Lieutenant," Sharon said, her elbows resting on her desk as she crossed her hands and rested her chin on them, "you've told me you don't do hot weather either."

"Exactly, I'm very specific about what I can handle, and you'll definitely know what I hate," he grumbled.

"Provenza, I'm very grateful for your help," Andy said, nodding at him. He turned to Sharon, "You too, Sharon. You've been working on this a long time."

"It's not solved yet," she pointed out, gesturing at the men. "Go, it's getting late. No need to work on this here."

"Flynn, you can repay me by ordering my favorite pizza to be delivered to your place. We can work there. I know you still have beer from the last time I was there," Provenza instructed.

"Fine, sure," Andy nodded. "I have all of my research at home too."

"I'll help," Sharon offered, standing to be closer to eye level with the men. "I'm ready and willing; Rusty is out for the evening."

The men all looked at her, and she gave a slight shrug, "I don't want to bother you tonight," Andy shook his head.

"Good," she nodded. "You're not. You told me about this first, and I want to see it through to the end. Any issue with that?"

Provenza glanced at Andy, and Andy locked eyes on her, "I'd love to have your help again."

"Captain," Provenza smirked at her, "you wouldn't like double pepperoni, extra cheese, and mushrooms on your pizza, would you?"

Sharon, still looking at Andy, commented, "After Ricky and Rusty, Lieutenant, I eat about anything. I do love pizza. I'll even buy the pizza," she added. "I think we should be okay with your pizza, Lieutenant and maybe a veggie. Shall we meet at Andy's place to finally locate his daughter?"

"Not sure what is more unbelievable," Mike chuckled and added, "the fact that Andy has a long-lost daughter or that the three of you have become friends and are going to spend the evening eating together and working on a project."