Lo and behold, I have started writing add-ons again! Since, as you know, I don't like straying from canon, I waited for a few epis to air to make sure I wouldn't, so it took me a while to start posting, but here I am with my first add-on for season 6.

Special thanks go to my partner in crime, who no longer goes by the username MajorCFan, but escapewithstories. She may have a new username, but know that she's as helpful, awesome and wonderful as ever. :)

Now, onto my add-on...

With a knock, Andy let himself inside Sharon's office. As he closed the door, he announced, "Team's calling it a night." Which was what she ordered them to do after the interview with Nuñez was over and she finished her impromptu meeting with Andrea.

Sharon looked up from the stack of papers on her desk and nodded. "Good," her eyes flickered toward the murder room where the team was in fact nearly done packing up, "we'll get nowhere running on fumes."

"Speaking of which," Andy leaned against one of the chairs in front of her desk, and eyed her meaningfully.

She threw him a bland look, then, at a deliberate pace, closed the open folder on her desk. "Happy?" she asked on a challenging raise of her eyebrow, the word failing to convey the exasperated bite she had hoped for.

"Only if I can drive?" Andy asked hopefully, offering her a crooked half-smile. She had come down with the flu before Mike and Nolan had, taking longer than them to shake it off, too, but that did not discourage her from returning to work when they did. As a compromise, since Andy worried about her lingering bouts of dizziness, he insisted on at least being the one driving her to and from work until the doctor gave her a completely clean bill of health. She had agreed because really, she hadn't felt fit to drive, but that morning she decided she was finally feeling well enough to take the wheel herself. Andy wasn't sure she really was as well as she claimed to be, or if it was the nature of their case that made her insist on driving herself, but relented, glad he would at least still be able to keep an eye on her from the passenger seat. However, now, when for once she actually even looked as exhausted as he knew she felt, he gave changing her mind one more try.

Sharon pursed her lips. "I don't think so."

Andy straightened, rolling his eyes at her despite more than understanding her insistence. Hovering, as it turned out, was something they were both good at and could be equally irritated with. "Then no," he said in just barely mock-petulance, "not happy at all." The decisive nod of his head and the finality with which he tugged on his jacket to smooth it out coaxed a small amused smile out of her, but Andy knew he was fighting a losing battle and decided he was glad she at least agreed to head home. Even if the fact that she stood and started gathering her folders into her purse indicated she planned on bringing work home, too. It was then that he noted the color of some of those folders. Several of them were not the usual, buff color, and his heart dropped into his stomach when his mind jumped to the worst conclusion. Questioningly, he started, "Sharon-"

"I'm fine, Andy," she cut him off over an exasperated roll of her eyes even as she smiled at him indulgently.

Andy couldn't really fault her for thinking he was going to inquire about her health status, his tone of voice was in fact reminiscent of the one he used for that particular question, but he still looked a little put out when he blandly said, "That's not what I was going to ask." He waved a hand at her, as he now noticed, somewhat fidgety state. "Something's up." He tilted his chin upwards indicating her folders. "It's not Stroh again, is it?" he asked, praying that he was wrong.

She waved the last folder intended for her purse at him, her heavy sigh and the way her face fell a little as she looked at him revealing she had hoped to bring him into the loop only after they arrived home. "It is."

Andy's shoulders slumped and he heaved a sigh of his own. "Ugh."

"Exactly," Sharon agreed with his less than eloquent response, finally stuffing the file into her purse. "That's why Andrea pulled me out of the interview earlier." She shrugged a single shoulder and added distractedly, "Although I did fill her in on the case, too."

Andy flopped onto the couch behind him, his hands landing on his knees to rub them worriedly. "Another one?" The fifth one, actually.

"Stroh's stepmother," Sharon confirmed, pushing her chair under the desk and taking her blazer off the back of it. "The DA's office decided to put Emma Rios under protection. Brenda as well," she added, slipping into the blazer. The pointed end of her sentence suggested Andy should figure out the rest himself.

The certainty in his words confirmed that he did. "They're recommending a detail for Rusty, too."

Sharon released her hair from her collar and nodded. "It happened in Arizona." Her hands ran over her blazer, but finding pockets non-existent, she settled on tugging on the lapels of it instead, the continued fidgeting mirroring her growing concern. "He's getting closer, Andy," she added, the way her voice temporarily turned hollow probably why she hadn't intended to discuss this at work.

"Son of a bitch!" Andy growled through gritted teeth. "I still can't be-" He closed his mouth when his eyes landed on Sharon and he quickly got to his feet.

As she looked away, she had taken a ragged breath, her fingers coming up to her mouth, like they usually did when composure threatened to slip away from her. She shook her head at him at his action though, stopping him in his tracks before he could get even halfway to her side of the desk. Taking a deep, calming breath, she steeled her voice and decisively said, "Let's just go home." Refusing to meet Andy's alarmed gaze, she proceeded to grab her purse and started for the door.

None of that prevented Andy from grasping her wrist when she reached him. Once she came to a halt, he made sure to catch her eye. His tone was low and gravelly. "We," he tilted his head toward the by then empty murder room, "won't let anything happen to him." Or you, he added mentally, not entirely sure Stroh would keep her off his list of targets.

Her gaze remained sad, but a corner of her mouth twitched upward gratefully, and she put her other hand over his, her thumb stroking the back of it as if she was reassuring him. "I know," she said thickly.

"Good," Andy said, the touch of finality indicating he was dropping the subject for now. He took hold of her hand, both glad and worried to feel her latch onto it tightly, and led them out of her office. Hoping to lighten the mood a bit, or rather distract her a little by annoying her, when they reached the elevators, he asked, "Keys, please?" For show, he even put a hand out, palm up, and expectantly wiggled his fingers at her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, reading right through his intentions. "Not a chance, Lieutenant." She lightly smacked his hand away.

He grunted in a half-hearted protest. "Stubborn, in-"

She bumped her shoulder against his, but it was the amusing smile which finally reached her eyes that cut Andy's muttering short, and he grinned back instead.

When the elevator arrived, unsurprisingly empty given the hour, and they stepped inside, Sharon quickly wrapped her other hand around Andy's arm, momentarily leaning into him, and mumbled, "Thank you."

Surprised, he looked at her with raised eyebrows, but quickly recovered. "Anytime, Sharon." He patted her hand with his, then pressed a button to get them moving. "Any time," he repeated.

I hope you enjoyed this! Any thoughts on it will be much appreciated. :)