~Really Not Fine at all~

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Sharon's POV

Sharon sat gripping her steering wheel. This was great; here she was in her pajamas and being pulled over. As she reached to get her driver's license out of her wallet she realized in her haste to see Andy, she didn't grab her purse. "Perfect," she said out loud. Now Sharon Raydor needed to rely on the police officer knowing her and within the LAPD that could be a good or bad thing, especially with traffic cops. As head of IA Captain Raydor had had a lot of run-ins with that division or had demoted a lot of officers down to Traffic.

Looking in her rearview mirror Sharon was wondering, what was taking the officer so long anyway? She was sure they had run her plates by now and knew whom the car belonged to. That meant they were either planning to mess with her or trying to figure out if the car was stolen. It wasn't protocol to let a civilian sit and wait this long to wonder what was going on. She was debating on stepping out of her car, pajamas are damned, to ask that very question. Sharon was sure this would all become just another story going around the force about her. How so-in-so got to pull over the Wicked Witch, in her pajamas no less.

Getting frustrated with waiting, adding to her already horrible day and night, didn't help with Sharon's patience at all. That thought made her mind wander back to where Andy could be this late and with whom? Until her fingers started hurting, she didn't realize she had a white-knuckled death grip on the steering wheel. It didn't matter to her or shouldn't matter anyway, what he was doing and who he was doing for that matter. She had pushed him away. A person could only take so much before they gave up completely and Sharon didn't blame Andy. No, this was all her fault. She hadn't given him reason to think she cared about him as much as she did. It was as she told herself over and over it's what she did with the men in her life she pushed them away.

Sharon literally jumped in her seat when there was a rap on her driver's window. Catching her breath then turned to look at the sound, she was startled again to see that lopsided smile looking at her. Hitting the window button she asked when it was halfway down, "Andy, what are you doing?" Had her mind conjured him up from thinking about the man too much?

She noticed he didn't bother to answer her question just repeated his own. Leaning on her car as he bent over to look in the window, she heard him ask in a firm officer tone, "I asked for your license and registration, ma'am."

"Are you serious?" Sharon couldn't help the roll of her eyes at his corny line. Sharon noticed that his voice was lighter when he said he needed her insurance information, but his using the term ma'am was making her feel old and as if they didn't know each other. "Andy, stop calling me, ma'am," she warned him.

When he spoke again, Andy used that ma'am again, she knew he was doing it just to get to her. What made her mad was it was working. Before she knew it she snapped back harder than she meant to, "What I'm not allowed to go out for a drive?"

Sharon sat there and just let him talk. She figured it would be better than saying the thing she really wanted to say. She even sat there silent as she let him open her car door. Letting him think he had the better of her, but when she heard him mention calling in backup for being noncompliant, Sharon had enough. She cut Andy off by suggesting, "go on. Go right ahead and I will be here waiting to list off the all the LAPD rules and regulations that you are breaking by pulling this little stunt."

Since her door was open and Andy had already seen what she was wearing, Sharon proudly stepped out of her car and stood there arms crossed as glared at him as she confronted him. Firmly she asked, "and pray-tell what rules am I breaking?"

She watched him just stand there. Sharon knew she had him, but he seemed distracted. Why she didn't know. Andy had seen her in her nightclothes before and he had seen her look worse. They stood there staring at each other until he finally said, "there's statute 113.7. It clearly states where a…"

Sharon shook her head and tried not to smile at him making up a random number. "Andy, there is no such number or rule."

"The one about driving in ones' pajamas?" She could see that Andy was trying to lighten the tension and she let herself relax a bit. He did have that effect on her. They really were opposites but that's what seemed to draw them together. The other seeking what they didn't have in their life.

Smiling as she answered, "No sorry there's no rule or law against it." Sharon knew that Andy knew them as well as she did. Ok maybe nobody knew all the LAPD rules and laws as well as she did.

"Being too beautiful?" She was speechless. Andy had once again turned it around on her, but it was the truth of what he felt showing in his eyes that kept her from being able to voice anything. With only the night sounds around them, his voice seemed louder when he spoke again. "Well, there must be a law against you breaking my heart or at least there should be." Now that hurt. She didn't want to break Andy's heart, she just didn't know how to follow her own. It had been too long since she had to take that chance.

Sharon was grateful when he broke the silence even if it was him acting as a traffic cop and asking for her ID. "Hum, so no driver license means no photo ID. No proof of ownership of the vehicle either, ma'am?" Though hearing Andy calling her ma'am again got to her. He always did have that way of making things better or easier for her but also knew what annoyed her. That came from knowing each other for so long and so well.

Not being able to stop her frustration from coming out, Sharon stomped her foot and loudly said, "You know I own my car and you know who I am!" She quickly glanced around to see if the neighborhood was watching their exchange.

"All right let's make a deal. You agree to follow me home and by home I mean back to my house. Or…" She could hear the softness in his voice now. So he knew better than to keep this up but was she ready to do that. Go to his place and work this out or make it easy on herself, she thought, sometimes fighting with Andy was easier than talking to him.

Now here he was trying to get her to calm down after he got her to this point, so to stop him Sharon quickly said, "it's fine, Andy. I can get home just fine" Even to her it didn't sound convincing.

"This is really not fine at all, but if you come back to my place and we talk it could be fine or even better than fine." Sharon didn't miss the hiss of her use of the word fine. Nor did she miss the plea in his voice and she knew Andy Flynn didn't do that for many people.

At his words, she gave up inside. She knew he was right in a way. She was done with running one way or another it needed to be settled. Sharon stepped back into her car, pulled her seat belt on and as she was reaching to close her door, she asked lowly, "So am I following you?" As she glanced up at the intake of air she heard from him, she thought Andy actually looked happy at her question. Then he hurried off to his car.

Stepping into Andy's place instantly calmed her nerves. There was something about it that always made her feel at home. Though she was calmer, inside she wanted to turn and run. He didn't think she was ready for this. Yes, she knew she was coming over tonight to talk to Andy, but she was tired of everything right now and her body ached. As Sharon was about to say she needed to leave, she felt a warm hand in her chilled one. With no words spoken from her, she allowed herself go follow where he led her. She didn't feel like talking, but she didn't want to fight this whatever this is anymore. She knew she needed to let him help her; it was something she was learning slowly. Sharon let out a light hmmm when Andy mentioned football. She did like other sports too, but he knew that the NFL was her favorite. She had to admit she liked that idea and they always had tomorrow. Yes, they could talk tomorrow.

Letting him led the way to his couch, she was pleasantly surprised when Andy sat next to her. She knew she hadn't been giving him very many chances to be close, but she really wanted to be tonight and he must have sensed it. Sharon just wanted to enjoy this moment and not think what daybreak would bring. For now, she was content to stay right where she was. It felt good to be so close to his warmth and strength. Right now those were two things she didn't feel like she had any left of. To just be held by the man, she could admit to herself easier now, that she loved was worth the entire struggle she had been putting herself through. She did feel guilty for causing Andy all this hurt, but she wanted to stop thinking for one night.

Sharon let out a small breath, kicked off her Uggs, folded her legs up under her and tucked her head up against Andy's shoulder. Placing a hand on his solid chest, she agreed, "tomorrow." Relaxing in the safe feeling of his arm tightening around her, feeling content for the first time in a long time, Sharon's eyelids grew heavy. Tomorrow would be upon them soon enough.

~TBC~

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