A/N: This is the last chapter and it's rated M. I hope you enjoyed this story and that if you have, I hope that you will take similar pleasure in this chapter. I thank you all for your continuous support, for your comments and messages.


Andy took Sharon's hand and led her gently down the hall. It took him nearly half an hour to convince her to allow him to cover her eyes with a scarf. He left her standing there and led Rusty whose eyes were also covered to the same spot. He smiled to himself and dropped a small kiss on Sharon's lips.

"We're almost there" he said, feeling the tension in the air. Both Rusty and Sharon were uncomfortable with covering their eyes, but eventually they chose to put their trust in him. They heard a creak and a crinkle and felt Andy moving away from there. Andy first took Sharon's hand, leading her through a door. She could feel that they were in a room that was rather small. She felt Rusty's shoulder rub against hers. "Are you two ready?" Andy asked.

"As ready as we'll ever be" Sharon replied.

"You can remove the scarves" Andy's voice was excited. Sharon and Rusty sent their hands and pulled the scarves over their heads.

"Surprise!" It took Sharon and Rusty a moment to recognize where they were. It was Sharon's living room and her squad was standing in the middle of it, looking exceptionally cheerful. The Christmas tree was gone and the couch was pushed backwards in order to make room for the entire squad. Sharon and Rusty looked around them. The walls were repainted and the curtains and couch were clean. The last time they had seen this room, everything was covered with soot that stuck to the soles on their feet.

"Oh, my goodness." Sharon fought the tears that rose in her eyes. "You all did this?" She wrapped her arms around Andy, and then moved on to hug Sykes and Tao. Julio seemed embarrassed when she wrapped her arms around him and Buzz seemed somewhat relieved. She stood in front of Provenza who gave her an alarming gaze. She stuck out her lower lip and raised her brow in a way that gave her the look of an adorable puppy.

"Oh, you manipulative…" Provenza sent out his hand to shake hers. That was all the Captain was going to get out of him, he thought crankily. It seemed to satisfy her and she offered him a winning smile. Rusty still stood there, dumbstruck.

"I can't believe you did this for us" Sharon said. "Thank you so much. You are incredible, each and every one of you."

"It wasn't our idea, Captain. It was Flynn who came up with this" Tao admitted.

"My house started feeling a bit overcrowded." Flynn shrugged and offered her a boyish grin. She squinted, knowing it was a show for the squad. She could play pretend too. In fact, she wouldn't have it any other way. She enjoyed having her very own little secret.


Sharon filled the bathtub with steaming water and added some bath salt. Normally she would light some scented candles, but one fire was enough. She could relax without seeing it. Actually, she would feel much more relaxed if she didn't see any fire around her. She slipped out of her robe and sat in the bathtub, leaned back and closed her eyes. Andy only had a walk-in shower in his houses and she didn't realize how much she yearned for taking a long, steaming bath. Being home again felt good and she was happy to be in her natural surrounding. Maybe now her life could go back to normal, she thought. She couldn't believe it's been three months since the fire, two months since her assault, three days since Tremblay signed the deal that sent him for twelve years in prison and five years of probation. The thought of him made her skin crawl and she shook her head as if to shoo the thought, spraying some water as her head swayed from side to side. Deciding to fill her head with positive thoughts, she closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, thinking of Andy, of his lips pressed against hers, of his arms around her waist. It made her quiver, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She let out a sigh. And then it struck her; she would be sleeping alone tonight and Andy was not there to hold her if she had a nightmare. He was not there to kiss her goodnight, his smell was not on her pillows and she would not feel his warmth next to her. Suddenly the water around her body felt cold, even though they were steaming just moments ago. She knew it wasn't the water that cooled down but the fact that he was not there with her in that bathtub. What seemed to be a simple pleasure was not gratifying if Andy was not around her to share it. She leaped out of the bathtub, almost slipping down on the floor. She grabbed the clean clothes she had prepared in advance and put them on without even bothering to dry herself. The mint colored tank top stuck to her wet skin and became wet and she could barely pull up her tights on her moist skin. She didn't even bother brushing her hair and it left damp stains on her shirt. She put on her flip flops and stormed out of the bathroom, grabbing her car keys and her mobile phone on the way out of her apartment.


The Elgar Cello Concerto 1st Movement was playing around the house and Andy sank into the couch, letting the music fill the emptiness that was created by Sharon and Rusty's departure. He didn't like classical music or the ballet before Sharon tiptoed into his life, into his bedroom, into his heart and mind, into his body and soul. She was everywhere in his house, her scent still remained in the air, her voice still echoed in between the walls, the tears she shed soaked into the pillows, her footmarks were still visible on the carpet. It was as if her spirit still lingered in the hall. And the goddamn dog! He threw a glance at Malin, who was sitting on his couch, her head resting on his knee. Sharon and Rusty left her with him until they got settled. He liked the dog, but she reminded him of Sharon or her absence, to be more accurate.

The music encompassed him, penetrated his soul, filled him, made him think of nothing but Sharon and it pained him. He could feel as if the cello pinched his heart, grabbed it and plucked it out of his chest. His eyes were slowly filling up with tears. Suddenly he heard knocks on the door and before he had the chance to get off the couch and open it, they became frantic.

"Andy, open the door. It's me" he heard her voice; it sounded almost distressed, as if she was gasping for air. He ran to the door and opened it in a swift movement. She stood there, her hair and clothes damp and her face wet with either water or tears, he wasn't sure which. He managed to sneak a gaze outside to check if it was raining before her lips pressed against him forcefully. Her arms grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her. "I love you." The words came out of her mouth as a cry. She pushed her body against his and thrust him into the house, her fingers fondling with the buttons on his shirt. He broke the kiss and gently pulled away from her, creating some physical distance between them.

"Sharon, did anything happen?" he asked worriedly.

"I was in the shower and I thought of you," her words flowed out of her mouth in a fast pace. "I couldn't think of anything but you and I realized… I realized that I wanted you. I wanted to feel you, because I can't breathe if you are not with me and…" she stopped and looked into his eyes. "I want to make love to you." Her words surprised Andy and she could see it on his face.

"Are you sure about it?" he asked.

"As sure as the sky is blue" she said, her mouth descending to his. Andy kicked the door shut and wrapped his hands around her waist; his fingers went up and down her back.

"You really did leap out of the shower, did you?" he asked into her lips and she confirmed with a hum. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes, Ms. Archimedes" he grinned as his fingers slid under her wet tank top and pulled it above her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and he smiled to himself.

"What?" she seemed to notice it.

"I'm surprised that you remembered to put anything on before you left the house, although I have the feeling you would run naked through the streets and scream 'eureka' if you could" he chuckled.

"I most certainly would" she exclaimed. "The love I feel for you is just as big as Archimedes' discovery."

"I'm flattered" Andy smiled and wrapped his arm around her half-naked body and lifted her in his arms.

"What are you doing?" she let out a surprised giggle.

"I'm taking you to bed" he replied as he walked down the hall to his bedroom.

"You're going to stretch a muscle in your back this way" she called out, but her voice was amused.

"There's nothing to it" he said as he gently laid her down on his bed. He stood above her, appreciating the fullness of her bare breasts. She reached out and took his hand, laced her fingers with his and pulled him towards her. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and then slid under his undershirt, pushing it upwards. He removed his shirt, throwing it backwards and leaned down on top of her, capturing her lips as his hand slid down and cupped her breast. His fingers massaged her nipple and she arched her back and moaned into the kiss. His lips abandoned hers and went down her neck, sucking on the skin there for a while before going further down until they reached her other breast. His fingers worked efficiently around one nipple as his lips surrounded the other, slowly and tantalizingly sucking on it, feeling her body tensing in anticipation under him. Deliberately, he emitted a long and slow hum and the vibration it sent through her body made her shudder under him. She could feel a familiar tickle in the bottom of her belly. It's been years since the last time she felt it, real and burning arousal. She let out a surprised moan that Andy interpreted as approval to continue. His hand left her breast and glided down her body, stopping at the hem of her tights. "So I'm kinda wondering…" he smiled against her nipple and his teeth grazed it as he spoke, "are you wearing any underwear under this?" playfully sliding his fingers under the band of her tights.

"Aren't you just dying to know?" she teased back.

"You have no idea." He lowered his head, kissing his way down and taking the band of her tights between his teeth. She arched her brow. Was he really going to take her pants off with his teeth?

"As much as I appreciate the effort, it might be more efficient to remove them with your hands" she suggested.

"I'm just messing around with you," he grinned and his fingers slowly pulled her pants down, his lips descending back to kiss her skin. "Ha! No panties…" he smiled against her skin. "Never took you for that kind of girl."

"Disappointed?" she wondered. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

"Not at all," he shrugged. "Actually, it makes my job so much easier, less garments standing in the way to our happy ending."

THE END