"How did it go?" Provenza asked as he looked up and watched Andy slowly sit down in the chair across from him. Andy had moved from one coffee shop to another, from one chair to another and was now seated opposite Provenza.

Andy gently put his hands on the table and met Provenza's stare. He shrugged and commented, "It went okay."

"What does that mean?" Provenza gestured and nodded his head toward Andy. "Well?"

"I mean, it went okay. We talked. Neither yelled. Actually, it went better than okay. I held Hannah," he admitted with a small smile.

Provenza sat back and nodded, "Okay, you talked. She let you hold Hannah. Okay."

"Exactly!" Andy almost exclaimed. "That's what I said. I told you it went okay."

"Okay doesn't really tell me anything," Provenza pointed out.

"Which is why I told you we talked, and I held Hannah," Andy admitted.

"We are going in circles, talking about this," Provenza said.

"Okay," Andy rolled his eyes and gestured with one hand.

"Well," Provenza encouraged Andy to say more by gesturing.

"Well, what?" Andy asked.

"Flynn! You know what I'm asking. How were things? What was said? Are we going back to L.A. now?" Provenza asked.

"Yeah, we can go back to L.A.," Andy nodded. "I'm not sure what comes next."

"What do you mean? Isn't that what you two discussed?" Provenza gave him an odd look as he asked. "You were gone a half hour, and I hope you discussed something, anything!"

"We talked about Hannah, about a lot of things. I told her I was regretting my actions, that I made a mistake signing that paperwork. She listened and didn't say much. Hannah woke up and was hungry, and Sharon said she needed to get to work. I was able to hold Hannah a couple minutes while she got her things together, but as she left, Sharon gave me a slip of paper. It had her address and new phone number on it," he nodded with a small shrug. "She said she was trusting her judgement to give me that. I don't know what comes next. She didn't yell or scream. She didn't run from me. She listened, and she gave me that."

Provenza's eyes rose as he listened to Andy, "Flynn, that's a good sign. I mean, she isn't exactly offering you a Father's Day gift, but it's a start."

"It is," Andy nodded as he tapped his fingers on the table. "Thing is, I don't want to scare Sharon or anything else. I want to tread lightly, you know? She trusted me with that, and I appreciate it. I'm just not sure what to do next. I mean, do I call her? If I do, how often? When do I call her? Oh!" he exclaimed and smacked his hand on the table.

"What?" Provenza frowned at Andy smacking the table because it spilled some of his full cup of coffee.

"Sorry," Andy grumbled as he gestured to the spill that Provenza was now wiping up on the table. "I was so focused on talking to Sharon and holding Hannah, I forgot to give her that medical paperwork. I have those gifts for Hannah too. I didn't expect to run into her, and now, I still have all that to give to her."

"Oh," Provenza sighed, "well, you could stop by her work now and do that."

"Yeah," Andy shook his head, trying to think of the right thing to do. "I hate to do that to her. I want to give her that space, to not roll into her new job and bring that drama. I think she'd hate that, and all my goodwill might backfire. Last thing she needs is to explain who I am and why I'm here. No, I need to do something else."

"You have her address," Provenza gestured. "You could mail it to her."

Andy made a face and gestured with his head back and forth. It was an option but wasn't one he liked. He shook his head, "Yeah, I mean, I could do that, but I'm right here. Maybe I could drop it off after she is done at work."

Provenza eyed him, "So, you want to wait around for her? That's not stalking," he chuckled and picked up his cup for a sip.

"No, I mean, I could tell her I have all this, and if she's okay with it, maybe I could get it to her after work. That would delay us leaving here, but we could just drive overnight. Provenza, I don't to leave without giving her the paperwork and Hannah the gifts. I hope you understand that."

"Flynn, I haven't understood much about your behavior for at least the last year. I will say, though, that I understand your need to finish everything on this trip. You brought gifts for your daughter and want to give them to her. You brought medical information you want her to have. Fine," he raised his hands. "I am here to make sure you don't do something completely idiotic. You want to wait until the captain finishes with work? We can do that. How are you going to do all this?" he asked.

Andy drummed his fingers as he held his other hand up to his lips while he thought. "How about this-I will send Sharon a text message, thanking her for the number and address. That way, she has my number too, because," he rolled his eyes, "I'm sure she burned that with the rest of her previous life. I can tell her I have things for Hannah and ask her what would be the best to do. How is that?"

Provenza pondered it for a moment and nodded, "I think that's reasonable. You can't surprise her again. This doesn't seem like a terrible idea."

Andy nodded and pulled out his phone. Provenza watched as he typed, and Andy focused on his message. He sent it and looked up at Provenza. He nodded, "Sent."

"What's the plan now? We aren't going to sit here all day and wait for her to respond. She might not respond," he pointed out to Andy. Andy just nodded.

"I know. The hard part, at least from what I see, is over. I found Sharon, and I talked to her. I even have her contact information now. I got to spend a few minutes with my daughter. Provenza," he grinned, "she's so beautiful. She has dark hair, a lot of it, and she has the most beautiful eyes. Sharon said she has my eyes," he shook his head and made a face, "but I don't see it. I see Sharon in her eyes. She's just a gorgeous girl."

"Hannah or the captain?" Provenza crossed his arms and sat back, his attention focused on Andy. Andy snapped his head up at him.

"Wait, what?" he asked.

Provenza gestured, "You were talking about how gorgeous she is. You mentioned Hannah, but then, you said she looks like the captain. So, who is the gorgeous one now? Are you still interested in the captain, after all of this?"

"I don't know!" Andy gestured wildly. "I mean, yeah, sure," he nodded. "Sharon is really attractive, and we had a great chemistry together. I'm well aware she and I have been through it this last year, that she's got a lot going on, maybe more than I can imagine. She's had it rough. I don't know what I think. Is she beautiful? Oh yeah," he nodded. "I think she is. I couldn't have picked a more beautiful woman for the mother of my daughter, no offense to Sandra, but seriously, Sharon is drop dead gorgeous. Hannah had better look like Sharon because I'm nothing to look at," he scoffed. "As far as anything more, I don't know. I'm so focused on the idea of never seeing my kid right now, that I haven't processed anything more."

"You realize that she's a walking disaster?" Provenza asked.

"Maybe," Andy nodded and shrugged before he continued, "maybe not."

Provenza narrowed his gaze and pointed at Andy, "Sleeping with her again would not be a good idea. In fact, I would advise against it. Things are messy enough."

"Look, right now, I just want to focus on the fact that we found them. I want to spend more time with Hannah. Anything else," he closed his eyes and shook his head, "I can't deal with it now."

"Tell yourself that nothing good will come from you sleeping with her," Provenza told him.

"Hannah came from that," Andy smirked and winked at Provenza.

"Nothing else good will come from that. You know perfectly well what I'm saying, Flynn, but I know you too. You sleep with anything that walks if she's interested, or if you are interested and pursue her."

"Right now, I'm interested in spending time with my daughter," Andy explained. "I haven't been sleeping with anyone lately. I've been so focused on finding Sharon and Hannah. That's for the advice. I've heard it, and I'm not discussing it now. I have enough on my plate."

Provenza rolled his eyes and shook his head at Andy. The two were quiet for a few moments before Provenza gave him a nod, "Speaking of plates, let's get out of here. I'm hungry. We need to find somewhere to eat."

Andy gestured around to where they were, "We're in a coffee shop."

"Precisely," Provenza said and threw up his hands. "They serve coffee."

"You know they have food too," he pointed out.

"They don't have anything I want for lunch. I already had a muffin. I'm ready to have lunch. The girl at the counter earlier told me there is a good barbeque place in town. Let's go there," he nodded to Andy.

"Whatever," Andy threw up his hand. "I'm not hungry."

"And, that's why I picked barbeque with the vegetarian. I thought as much, that you wouldn't be hungry. You can watch me eat, tell me how you aren't going to pursue the captain, and we can wait for her to maybe reply to your message."

As if almost on cue, Andy's phone alerted him to a next text message. He grabbed his phone quickly and read the message. He looked over the top of his phone at Provenza, "She's going to let me drop off what I have, told me it wasn't necessary to get Hannah anything."

Provenza rolled his eyes, "She can take care of her on her own, yeah, yeah," he waved. "Fine, we can eat, and then, while we are waiting for your baby mama to finish work, we can find a store."

"For what?" Andy raised his eyebrows.

"A Christmas gift!" Provenza exclaimed. "Baby Hannah needs a gift from Uncle Provenza. I can't have you outdo me."

"I'm here dad," Andy pointed out. "She's a baby too."

"Somehow, that hasn't stopped you," he pointed out to Andy.

"I'm her dad! I'll say it again. I don't want all of this to fall on Sharon," he said, now flustered.

"Yet," Provenza pointed at him, "you were okay signing that paperwork before. You knew she'd raise the kid."

"I signed it because that's what she wanted, and I thought I was doing the right thing. Let's call it a moment of temporary insanity. I've come to realize it was a bad idea."

"It was no moment," he nodded to Andy. "You slept with her several times last winter. That's more than a moment. You still are insane. I'm glad she's letting you see the kid, but I can see it in your eyes, Flynn. You have this idea with her, and it's going to be a mess."

"Look, I don't know what will happen. I don't know if she will really allow me to spend time with Hannah or not. Right now, I'm counting my blessings. I was able to see her today, to talk to Sharon and Hannah even. As far as the future," he shrugged, "I don't know. I'm not sure what I want or would be okay with, but the one thing I know is I want to be in Hannah's life."

"Getting involved with the captain could ruin all of that, Flynn. Don't mess around with her and expect everything to be okay. Custody battles can get ugly when relationships go south."

"Well aware," Andy said. "We had a good chemistry before, but that's all we had. I remember that, but let's just focus on today, that I get one more chance to see Hannah before we leave. I'm excited Sharon is going to let me drop off the things I have."

Andy expected the day to drag on, waiting for Sharon to finish work, but he was surprised it flew by, and before he knew it, it was after 5:00.

"Provenza," he called out to him as Andy walked toward him. The two were at the shopping mall and had been for a couple hours. In addition to shopping for Hannah, the men had decided to do some of their regular Christmas shopping while they had the time. They had been in many of the same stores together, but now, in this particular department store, found themselves splitting up to do specific shopping. Andy had found things for his grown kids and for his sister. That had taken care of most of his list. He'd wandered into the baby section, where he couldn't help himself and had bought several things for Hannah, all in larger sizes so Sharon would have them as Hannah grew. He found himself excited now, knowing she was giving him a small chance. He didn't know what would come of it, but he now at least had contact with Sharon, which gave him contact with Hannah. "Hey, I got a text from Sharon," he said and held up his phone. Provenza was in a lounge chair, reclining, near the lingerie department. He had spotted him from afar, and now, as he walked up to him, he started to chuckle. "Were you sleeping?"

"What if I was?" Provenza said and sat up in the chair. "These recliners in the lingerie area are ingenious. Guys can sit and wait while the lady shops," he nodded across the way. "Not a bad place to relax, Flynn."

"Whatever," Andy waved.

"Where have you been? Please tell me you didn't buy another tie. The last thing you need is another tie," he grumbled.

"I was shopping in the infant section. I bought Hannah a few things. Anyway, we need to go. Sharon said she was leaving work, and I could stop by her place. Let's go. I want to see them before we head home."

"No argument from me," Provenza grumbled as he groaned and stood. "Come on; let's go see your kid."

Provenza had to remind Andy several times they were not on duty, and therefore, he couldn't speed around in his personal car. Andy, knowing this, continually waved him off, excited at this opportunity to stop by and drop off the things he had for Hannah. He'd spent several minutes reorganizing the car before they left the mall and had put all of Hannah's things together. Her things took up most of the backseat. He had the saucer toy for her, wrapped, designated for Christmas. He had some clothing he'd bought her both in L.A. and here today. As they followed their navigation, he looked around at the area.

"Sharon is living in a nice part of town," Andy nodded.

"Was there any doubt? One thing I can say about the captain is she has some class. What she saw in you, messing around with you," Provenza raised his eyebrows at Andy and grunted.

"Oh, stuff it," Andy said, exasperated. "Hmm, looks like she's in an apartment or condo."

"Easier to take care of," Provenza added. "It's safe too."

Andy nodded and pulled into the complex. He drove around until he found the right building and parked, now understanding the way the address was written, that she was in an apartment complex. He got out of the car and looked back inside to Provenza, "Hey, do you mind waiting here?"

Provenza shook his head, "I figured you would want time alone. I'll be here. Just make sure to put my gift in too," he gestured to the backseat of the car. Andy held up the wrapped gift, something the two were glad to find at the mall-both the gift and the wrapping booth, and he put it inside a shopping bag. He pulled out the saucer, which was in a large box, and he put the paperwork from his sister inside one of the bags he had. After figuring out how to balance all of it, he took a deep breath.

"Wish me luck," he gave Provenza a small smile.

"Just use your head. Don't overwhelm her, and whatever you do, don't invite yourself inside," he scowled.

"Why?" Andy asked, now curious.

"Give her space. She probably sees her house as her space. Don't invade that. Just let her get used to the idea you are around right now. Besides," he shook his head, "you go inside, and there's no telling."

"Provenza!" Andy exclaimed. "You act like I'm going to jump into bed with her!"

"Well?" he shrugged. "You said it's been awhile, and you have been known to do exactly that with the captain."

"Not that long, and besides," he gestured. "I'm trying to get into her good graces. Come on!"

"If I wasn't here, you know you'd be thinking, it," he pointed out to Andy.

"That's not the point!" Andy stated in an irritated tone. "My kid is an infant in the same room. I'll be back-soon," he scowled and shut the door. He knew Provenza could be a good friend, but he could also be the biggest irritant.

Andy tried to refocus, to remember that he needed to be calm and collected as he saw Sharon again. He walked to the building and figured out where her door was. Andy walked to it, took a deep breath, and he knocked.

The hallway was quiet while he waited, but he soon heard Sharon on the other side of the door, unlocking it. He took a quick breath again and made sure to check himself over, before he looked up to find her opening the door.

"Hi," he offered quickly, with a small smile. He tried to calm himself and not seem to anxious.

"Hi," she said quietly and looked down around him. "What's all that? You said you had something for Hannah. That's more than a something."

"Oh, this," he gestured around where he was standing. He'd the saucer down to knock on the door and had then placed the bags next to it. He looked back up to meet her gaze and found himself almost lost in her eyes. She was beautiful, and he didn't care what she said about Hannah's eyes. He saw the same eyes on Sharon. "Ahh, this is all for Hannah. I brought her a few things, things I am sure she needs, and then, maybe a few things I just liked."

"I see," she nodded, her lips pursed. "You didn't have to bring anything."

"I know," he rolled his eyes again. "You can provide. I get it. I just wanted to get her this. I'm her dad, and it's the least I can do. I haven't done anything right yet. I'd like to start."

She bit her lip, wanting to reply to so much of what he'd said, but she just sighed and shook her head, "It's not necessary. She won't even know what is going on right now with Christmas," she explained as she nodded to the large wrapped gift. "You did give me that money for her. That was definitely something. I'm not asking for anything."

"I know," he shrugged. "I know, though, and I want you to know I'm thinking about her, about you. This is for you too, to just help. It's one of those saucer toys. Have you seen them? Do you have one?"

"You got her a saucer toy?" she asked, clearly surprised.

"Is that a problem?" he asked.

"No," she paused and frowned, trying to find the right words. "It's just unexpected. I didn't expect you to know anything about those."

"I've been brushing up on baby gear," he told her. "Anyway, I have some clothing here, all larger sizes for her. I hope you will take it and use it."

"You sent that before," she said quickly, and he looked up from where he'd been looking in the bags and looked at her. She repeated, "You sent that before," she nodded. "You sent her clothing after she was born. Why did you do that? You'd already given me that ridiculously large check, as I just mentioned. You have done more than I ever expected-or needed."

"I told you," he explained. "I want to help. She's my kid too, no matter what a paper says. I'm trying to do the right thing. Look, signing that, I suppose it didn't sink in then what I was actually doing. I mean, sure, I knew what it was on a piece of paper, but it's like as soon as I saw her, I had all this regret, like what have I done, you know? I'm not sure I can explain, but I'm going to do better; I'm going to be here, if you will let me, however you will let me."

"Look, Andy," she said breathlessly and looked away while he saw her take a deep breath, probably trying to figure out her thoughts. "I'm not sure what all this means yet. I'm not sure if I want you in her life. I'm talking to you, but that doesn't mean anything, at least regarding Hannah. I realize I treated you badly too, and I am sorry. I still want to do what is best for Hannah. I mentioned my son said something that has stuck with me. He told me that while Hannah might not need her father, perhaps later, she'd like to have one. I don't know why I'm still playing that in my head, but I am. I'm not sure if I want to go there, to open our lives, her life," she corrected, "to you because in my past, that has only led to sadness and disappointment. I just want what is best for her," she said again.

"As do I," he said quietly, their eyes meeting. He gave her a small smile, "That's all I want, and I hope you will see I have good intentions. I'm going to leave all of this here for you. There's a manila envelope in that bag," he pointed, "with my sister's medical information. Please, just file that away, and hopefully, Hannah will never need it."

She looked to the ground and nodded. Andy sighed and looked to his shoes. He looked up when Sharon spoke again, "So, you are going home?" Andy found her now standing, her arms crossed, almost in a defensive stance.

"Yeah," he nodded and decided to put his hands in his pockets, almost the opposite stance. He wanted to come across as being laid back and relaxed right now. "We have to work in the morning. Provenza will probably sleep all the way home," he let out a nervous chuckle. Sharon returned the same type of chuckle and looked to the bags. Andy followed her gaze, "Oh, I can put these packages inside." He saw her eyes change, almost to a fearful look, and he quickly added, "I'm not inviting myself inside. I'm only trying to be a gentleman and put these in your door. I promise I'm not staying."

"Okay," she said, her arms still crossed. She met his glance, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Thanks for accepting a kind deed," he added and picked up the package. "Where do you want this?"

"By the Christmas tree is fine," she said and stepped out of the way for him to move inside. Sharon quickly picked up the bags and brought them into the apartment. Andy glanced around and saw her tree up by the window. He walked to it and put the present down against the wall. He turned back to her and saw she had the bags. "Thank you for these," she nodded. "Hannah is growing quickly."

"I can tell," he added. "If you need anything else, let me know. I want to help. I'm leaving now, but is there a chance I could see Hannah?" Andy gave her a pleading look, and she turned slightly nodding toward the kitchen area.

"She's in her swing by the kitchen," she explained. "I'll get her."

"I will just wait here at the door," he smiled softly and took a step to the door. He noted she had closed it, but he couldn't blame her. It was cold outside, so he stood almost against the door to hopefully convey he wasn't trying to intrude.

He watched Sharon as she walked to the kitchen, and then he noticed the swing. He was trying to take in the apartment, to almost memorize where his daughter was living, and he saw Sharon pick up Hannah. He loved that little girl, as he watched her scrunch up her legs again as her mother picked her up. He watched Sharon, so carefully, put Hannah against her chest as she walked toward Andy. He noted Hannah had on a different outfit from the morning, and he couldn't help but smile at the sweet baby.

"She looks so peaceful on you," he told her and gave her a small smile. Sharon just hummed and patted Hannah's back. "That's a different outfit."

"She's dressed for bed. It's just about 6:00, but we've gotten into the habit of coming in, getting her a nice bath, and dressing her for bed. She'll take another bottle soon. I'm sure the schedule will completely change when she's eating solid foods, but this is working for now. We are both changed and dressed for the night in together."

Andy nodded and looked over both of them. Hannah was in an all pink pajama set. She was curled up on Sharon's chest, and he could hear her making small noises even while Sharon was talking. Sharon, he noted, was in what he would call lounge-style clothing. She had on leggings and a long-sleeve long shirt. He looked back at Sharon and found her staring at him.

"Thank you again for seeing me, for listening to me, and for letting me stop by here. I promise I won't invade your life. I do want to be in Hannah's life, though," he said again.

Sharon ran her hand over Hannah's back, and thankfully, she spoke before he had to again, "I know you want to hold her."

"More than anything right now," he sighed. "I'd love to hold her." Sharon gave a single nod and then easily lifted Hannah. Andy took her from Sharon, their hands overlapping, and he apologize. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snag your hand on mine."

She just brushed off the comment and crossed her arms again while she watched him hold her. He felt Hannah pull her legs up to him as she snuggled on his chest. He instinctively brought his hand up to the back of her neck to support her.

"She's getting stronger each day," Sharon said, nodding at that. "She's going to be rolling over and sitting up in no time."

"I hope you might consider letting me know some of that, you know, when she hits some of these milestones. I do really want to know," he told her.

"Andy," she sighed and looked to the floor. "I can't have her hurt like my other kids have been."

"I've hurt her already, walking away," he explained. "I want to fix that, and I want to be around. Please, I want you to know you can never ask enough of me. I want to help. I would love pictures, and I'd love to hear about her. Look, you gave me your number and address. Would you mind if I called sometime? I won't bug you, but I want to ask about her."

Sharon uncrossed and then crossed her arms again, almost squirming, while Andy stood there, Hannah in his arms, and he watched Sharon. She bit her lip again, "Occasionally would be okay."

"Great, thank you," he nodded to her. He glanced down to the side, now, just noticing she had a line of bags packed there by the door. He had not noticed them before now, his attention stuck on Hannah.

"Wait, what's that?" Andy nodded to the bags, his arms, still wrapped around Hannah. "Sharon, your luggage-are you running?" His eyes widened, and he looked back at her. "Seriously, are you running away? I can't believe you would run. We were starting to make progress, and I thought we could continue to talk about Hannah. Running?"

"Andy!" Sharon snapped, and he looked quickly back at her, now noting she looked irritated. Her arms were crossed again, but this time, he could see she was not happy. She pointed at him and shook her head. "Andy," she sighed. "I am not running. My bags have been packed for two days. My daughter," she said and then clarified, "my older daughter, Emily, is graduating from college this weekend. Hannah and I are flying to New York tomorrow night. I booked an overnight flight hoping Hannah would sleep okay, but I'm not sure that was a wise idea," she said and rolled her eyes. "I'm driving to Phoenix tomorrow, and my parents will drop us off at the airport. I'm not running," she stated again.

"Oh," he said quietly and looked to Hannah. She was looking up at him, and those eyes, oh, those eyes got to him. He looked back at Sharon, certain he was looking into the same eyes, "Listen, I'm sorry. I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I'm an idiot, but you already know that. Like I imagine you are doing, I'm working on trust. I want to trust you, as I hope you want to trust me."

"Thank you," she said quietly. She looked to Andy, almost wanting to tell him to hand over Hannah, but she held back. He could tell she was cautious of the baby, so he kissed Hannah again.

"I love you, my princess," he said quietly to her. "You be good for your mom. Sleep on the plane, and you have a great time with your sister in New York. I love you. I don't know when I will see you again, but I love you more than you could imagine, more than I could imagine." Andy pulled the baby off his chest and handed her back to Sharon. He could see Sharon almost relax the moment she had the baby back in her arms. He gave her a small smile, "I hope your trip goes well. Congrats on your daughter graduating. Emily, right?"

She nodded, "Emily, yes, and thank you. I'm very proud of her. She has a job there in New York with a ballet company."

"Wow," Andy's eyes rose in surprise. "That's amazing, Sharon."

"It is, yes. I'm glad I can see her graduate," she told him.

"Well, ahh, if you need anything, just let me know. You can call, text, email-whatever you want. If you ever want to send pictures of little Hannah, I would be delighted. I'll answer," he said in a nervous tone. "Say, so, maybe I will call you or something after you get back."

"Maybe," she nodded. "I am busy, though. After I get back, I'll be working some, and then, I will be with all my kids for Christmas in Phoenix with my parents. It's a busy time of year."

"It is," he nodded. "I'm going to get going. Merry Christmas, Sharon. I will call. I will give you space, but I'll call. I am working hard to rebuild my family, all my family."