A/N 6.02 Sanctuary City Part 2 missing scene. No beta, all mistakes are mine.

A/N2 sorry to say that I'm already behind but work travel has gotten me off course. About 80% of this was written before last Tuesday's show. With any luck I'll be caught up before next Tuesday. Thanks for your continued support!

The pale green eyes reflected in the mirror lost their focus, the damp cloth clinched in her left hand floated effortlessly to floor, landing just to the right of her bare feet. She startled the instant his strong arms slipped around her, only to melt into the firmness of his chest not even a second later. "You okay?" His voice was soft, low against her ear even though he already knew what her answer would be. His surprise when her head slowly shook no against his shoulder was moments later replaced by small thread of fear as she turned in his arms, her muffled sob against his chest echoing across the silent bathroom. "Hey, hey," the fabric of her deep purple tank top was soft against his fingertips as his hands skimmed slowly up and down her back, "Sharon…"

She buried her nose in the crook of his neck, longing to stay in that exact spot forever. Her small, cold hands moved around him, slipping just under the waist band of his pajama bottoms, pulling him even closer. She wanted to forget for just a few minutes everything that was clogging her mind, she need to to forget for just a few minutes just how utterly tired she really was. She drew in a ragged breath at the feel of his hand slipping into her hair; a soft hum, the only sound she was capable of vibrated against his chest.

Andy's dark chestnut eyes slipped closed, the weight of her body albeit slight against his, offered a comfort that he didn't realize he needed. "Shh…" he soothed even though she was quiet now. His head bent lower, his nose nestled into her soft auburn curls, breathing in a lingering hint of her perfume and the intoxicating scent that was uniquely Sharon Raydor. Her breath was warm against his neck, while her fingertips in sharp contrast, were cold against his lower back. Minutes passed, neither moved, content in sharing a closeness that they both had longed for. Gingerly, Andy's hand moved from her hair, down her side to rest just below her waist. "Come…" he tried to step back, but she held firm. The soft shake of her head earning a low chuckle from him. He gently tugged at the hem of her shirt, "we are both too tired to stand here much longer, let's go to bed so that…" Her hands slid down his sides before he could finish his thoughts and she stepped away from him, tugging her shirt over her head as she went. He moved quickly behind her, reaching to unhook her nude lace bra as they stepped into their bedroom. Shrugging the bra down her arms, she tossed it on the bench at the foot of their bed before slipping on her favorite pale blue nightgown. Andy's eyes remained locked on her as he moved to his side of the bed, pulling the covers back, he settled flat on his back. Without speaking, Sharon sat on the edge of the bed before reaching to turn the bedside lamp off. In the stark darkness, she rolled into him, her head coming to rest on his chest, her legs easily moving between his. He pulled the cover up, before slipping his arm around her bringing her even closer.

There was so much that needed to be said, so much they needed to discuss yet both remained silent. Her fingers fisted at the soft cotton of his undershirt, while his hand moved to the gentle swell of her hip. "Love you," the low tenor of her voice echoed her exhaustion.

His finger moved in slow circles along her side in hopes of lulling her to sleep, "Goodnight sweetheart…I love you." She snuggled close for a few more minutes before rolling away, curling on to her side with a low hum. He longed to hold her all night, but sleep was the one thing that Sharon did not do well. After sleeping alone for most of her adult life, he more than understood her need for some space; he didn't like it, but he understood. His eyes slipped closed even as he listened to the hushed sounds of her breathing; the thoughts of his conversation with Rusty tugged at his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Morning came much to soon, rolling to his side, Andy was not surprised to find the bed beside him empty and cold despite the fact that their alarm hadn't sounded. Walking slowly into the empty bathroom, he couldn't help but wonder how long she had been up. Minutes later his question was answered as he padded into the living room. Fully dressed for work, Sharon sat at the dining table, her favorite turquoise mug nestled between her hands. "Morning…" his finger tips skimmed across the back of her blue blazer as he continued into the kitchen in search of coffee.

"Hey…" she breathed with a soft smile before taking another sip of tea.

Coffee in hand, Andy moved to sit beside her, "Sleep okay?" Her low shrug gave the answer he already knew. Taking another sip of coffee, he took a few moments to study her. Glasses off, the green of her eyes still look tired in the early morning light. The hint of ginger in the air from the tea she slowly sipped was also telling. It wasn't until he felt the weight of her hand atop his that he realized she was also studying him.

"Everything okay?" The concern in her voice evident.

"Yeah…yeah…fine," he nodded slowly but the raise of her brows told him she wasn't so sure. Her fingertips thumbed against the top of his hand in a gentle pattern. With a deep sigh and another sip of coffee Andy met her eyes again. "Rusty came to me yesterday…"

"Okay…" her questioning eyes search his.

"He…" drawing in a deep breath, "the kid wants a gun," the shock on her face was palpable, "and a conceal and carry permit."

"And he came to you because?"

"Because…" Andy started but she held up her and to stop him.

"He came to you because he knew you would agree with him."

"Sharon…" Andy shook his head.

Slowly she stood, "Andy, it's okay. I want him to be comfortable coming to you, but…a gun!" Walking toward the windows she reached to steady herself on the back of one of the chairs. "I don't know how…I feel about this. Andy…" she turned surprised to find him directly behind her.

"Come, sit back down," his arm slipped around her waist, leading her over to the sofa, he held to her side as she slowly sat. "Before you get upset," he started.

"I'm already upset Andy! I was upset about this whole situation before you added this bit of information." Rubbing at her temple, her eyes slipped closed.

Sitting beside her, concern washed over him, maybe he should have waited until she was feeling better. He watched as her face paled even more; taking a deep breath, she swallowed hard. "Sharon…" he placed his hand on her forearm.

Eyes opening, she shook her head, "A gun…he doesn't know anything about…" her voice trailed off.

"We'll teach him…together. I mean you're the best shot the LAPD has and I'm not…too bad," she rolled her eyes at his slight smirk. "You and I both know he's never going to agree to an undercover detail, maybe this is the next best answer."

She stared intently at him, unshed tears glistening in her green eyes, "There is no…best answer, except he needs to…stay…safe." She stood again with a soft groan, "I'm going to drive myself this morning."

"Sharon," following her back to the dining table, he was surprised at her quick change of subject. "It will only take me a few minutes to get ready. I would feel better if you let me drive you."

She looked at him over the rim of her tea mug before taking a small sip, "I need you to meet Mike at the morgue and I…need to have a discussion with my son."

Defeated, Andy slowly shook his head, "You're sure…"

With a sad smile, she brushed a chaste kiss against his stubbled cheek, "Yes Andy, I'm sure."

"Yeah…okay. If that's what you want." He wanted nothing more than to pull her close and never let her go, but he knew that wasn't an option. Worry settled deep in his stomach as she walked away from him back down the hall to their bedroom. How much more could she take before everything was too much.