"Lieutenant Flynn could you take these files to Captain Raydor on your way out so she stops pestering me about them?" Brenda asked handing Andy a box.

"What is this Chief?" Andy asked surprised to see the files she spoke of being an actual file box.

"My incident records." She shrugged and walked off.

"And The Captain said your's was huge." Sanchez chuckled.

"Maybe she wasn't just talking about my incident file." Andy said wiggling his brow as he walked out of the murder room. A room of laughter made him smile.

Andy found an empty FID head quarters. He looked at his watch. It was after six. They would all be heading home. A light in Raydor's office indicated that she was still there probably trying to meet her seventy-two hour deadline.

"Oh no you don't." Andy stopped when he heard the famous Darth Raydor tone come from her office. "I don't have anything in here. Go raid Chief Johnson's desk. I don't want to shoot you, but I will."

What the hell is going on in there? Was she really trying to send a possibly armed robber to Major Crimes?

Andy quietly set the box down and pulled out his gun.

"Oh, no no no." Andy heard Raydor squeal. In any other circumstances he would have laughed and almost did, but then her voice came out in near sobs. "Please don't come any closer. Oh my god. Please just go away."

Andy crept closer seeing one of the blinds had gotten hung on the other one giving him just a sliver of sight into her office.

The sight made a smile cross his face. Sharon Raydor was standing in her desk with a stapler in her in one hand and her other on her gun. She'd discarded her blazer at some point in the evening because it hung on her desk chair. Andy stood on his tip toes to see what she was aiming at. A tiny mouse set in the corner staring back at her.

Andy reholstered his gun and covered his mouth to hold back the laughter. Once he recovered he knocked on the door.

"Captain Raydor?"

"Yes?" Raydor's voice was a little higher then normal.

"I have some files here for you from Chief Johnson." Andy watched her debate what to do. "I'm just going to leave them here on Elliot's desk."

"No, wait." Sharon said quickly.

"Are you okay, Captain?" Andy tried to sound concerned.

"There's a . . . Oh god." Andy saw the mouse scurry under her desk. Raydor's hands shook as she started to panic. "No, no, no, oh damn you."

Andy decided to put her out of her misery and opened the door.

"There's a . . ." Raydor's voice shook. Andy could tell by her breathing, she was starting to go into a full blow panic attack. "Mmm . . . mouse . . . under . . . under my desk."

"Calm down." Andy whispered. He received a glare from her that quickly turned back to fear. She began to look around watching for movement of the mouse. He slowly making his way to her desk. "Look at me."

"I . . ." Raydor started to argue but did as he said and looked at him.

"I'm going to carry you out of here." He reached the desk. "But keep your eyes on me."

Raydor looked like she was weighing her options.

"Fine." She finally nodded.

"Just look at me." He held out his arms. "Wrap your arms around my neck."

"Lieutenant . . ." She started to protest but he stopped her.

"I can just leave and you two can finish your stand off." He threw his hands up in surrender. "Your choice."

"I was just going to say I need my purse, Lieutenant." She rolled her eyes.

"Hand it to me." He sighed holding out his hand.

Raydor bent over in front of him to retrieve it from the chair on the other side of the desk. He'd noticed her long legs. He was a legs man after all. When she was ranting about the rules he sometimes imagined having them wrapped around him. But now he would have new fantasies about bending her over her desk and giving it to her.

"Lieutenant?" Her voice broke his train of thought. He took the purse and put it on his shoulder.

"Not a word." He nearly growled when she smirked.

Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck. He scooped her up. One arm at the back of her knees and the other at her lower back.

He saw the mouse run out her door out of the corner of his eye but chose not to react. Instead he wanted to have a little fun. He widened his eyes as if surprised and froze halfway out of her office.

"What's wrong?" She started to panic again.

"It just crawled up my leg." He whispered barely moving his mouth.

"What!?!" Sharon nearly jumped out of his arms.

"I'm kidding." He grinned stopping his prank before she went into a panic attack. "It ran out of the office as I was picking you up."

"Put me down!" She demanded.

"Are you going to harm me in any way?" He asked seeing the anger in her eyes.

"No." She shook her head. Andy set her on her feet. Once she was standing she started cursing and slapping at his chest. "That wasn't fucking funny."

"Hey," Andy grabbed her hands holding them behind her back. "Stop that."

"You're an asshole." She tried to jerk her hands from his grip but he held her tighter.

"I know." He smiled. Her eyes narrowed. She tried to break free again, but Andy held her tighter. "I'm an asshole."

"Let me go?" Sharon asked calmer. Her tongue darted out unintentionally drawing attention to her lips. "Please?"

Andy looked down at her lips and met her eyes again. He felt her breath hitch like she knew what he was thinking. He freed her hands. His dropped down to his side. She broke eye contact looking down at his tie.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. She didn't step back. Her face came back to his. Her tongue darted out once more licking her lips. His voice came out low and almost a growl. "You have to stop doing that."

"What?" Sharon asked confused. Her tongue started to come out again but she stopped herself. "Oh that. Why?"

"You're making it hard not to kiss you." He leaned just a hair closer.

"You," Sharon half laughed. "Kiss me?"

To Andy's surprise she still didn't step back from him.

"Yes." He looked back down at her lips. "That's what I want to do right now. Kiss you."

She tilted her head as if trying to figure him out.

"You always get what you want," A smile tugged at her lips. "Don't you?"

"Usually." He shrugged his shoulders.

Sharon looked like she was at war with herself. Her mouth opened then closed in a flat line. He hadn't realized her hands rested on his chest until she ran them along his tie.

Sharon shook her head and stepped back.

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Sharon forced a smile backing farther away from him.

"You're welcome, Captain." Andy said disappointed. He placed her purse on the chair next to the door as he walked out.