So remember how I said I forewent writing a Shandy add-on for 5x15 for now? Well, I wrote a scene later, like an hour after posting that Julio bit, only I saved the thing under the name 'urgh' instead of my usual episode name tag and totally forgot about it. XD

Despite overall liking the episode I was a bit salty toward Rusty for interrupting Shandy's conversation about Andy's heart attack, which I really wanna hear more about so maybe that saltiness spoiled the characters a bit here, I don't know.

Either way, I decided to post this even though I've already moved on to 5x16. You might wanna read chapter 18 here first, because there are references that will probably make more sense if you know what happened in my first add-on to this episode.

Anyway, sorry for the long intro. Here goes nothing!

Andy let himself into the condo just in time to hear Sharon say, "Okay, bye, honey."

He put his keys away and walked toward the sound of her voice in the living room.

"Ricky?" he asked, watching her put her phone down on the coffee table.

She turned her head and smiled. "Rusty," she said.

Andy's eyebrows shot up and he looked around the room, noting his absence. "He on his way home?" he asked, flopping down onto the couch next to her as he was loosening his tie.

She offered a bright smile and said, "Nope."

He chuckled. "Nope?" he repeated, amused.

"Nope," she reiterated, still smiling and turning slightly to face him.

"So, judging by that," he waved a hand at her face, "the Rusty-Gus crisis has been resolved?" he asked, smiling a little now as well.

"Yes," she let out on a relieved sigh, slumping sideways into the back of the couch, facing him.

He laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're happier about it than Rusty probably is."

She swatted him lightly on his chest. "Oh, hush," she scolded. "You know the funk he was in these past few days," she added, her hand that landed on his chest now giving him a gentle caress, "of course I'm happy he found a way out of it."

Andy grinned. "Funk, huh?" he said.

She rolled her eyes. "How'd the meeting go?" she asked.

He shrugged in answer. "I'm happy Rusty's out of his funk, too," he said over a pointed look that made her smile. "You're getting into the habit of changing topics, my dear," he told her teasingly, waving a finger at her.

That wiped the smile off her face. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, maybe just a tad too quickly.

"Mhm," he offered sarcastically, taking her hand and tugging her into his side. "Rusty, dinner's still warm," he mock-repeated her words from the previous night's dinner.

She snaked her arms around his waist, snuggling into him and hummed. "I was worried about him," she said, somewhat defensively. "Besides, you're the one who dropped your subject and asked about Stroh."

He hummed contemplatively before asking, "So if I pick the subject up again you won't try to change it again?"

She pulled back to look at him. "Well, I will, if you plan on going over what you've already told me about a hundred times so far."

He sighed. "I really don't get it though," he told her, the words ending on an annoyed grunt.

She sighed, too. "There's nothing to get, Andy," she said, pulling away completely to face him fully. "You had a heart attack." She offered a somewhat sad smile and, placing a hand over his heart, added, "You scared the crap out of all of us. And now," she took a breath, "you need to think about lowering your stress levels so that it doesn't happen again."

He groaned. "That still doesn't change the fact that you changed the topic," he said.

She gave him a temporarily wide-eyed look before shaking her head at him. "And who's changing it now?" she countered.

"We've had this stress-discussion a thousand times in the last few months," he grumbled.

"Which is why I found it safe to deal with Rusty first instead of you and your denial," she said, somewhat irritated now. "I was merely postpo-"

"Denial?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow at her and giving her a look of utter disbelief.

"Yes, denial," she said rather forcefully. "You are stressed, Andy," she added, poking a finger into his chest.

"I don't feel-"

She waved a hand in front of him and shook her head, cutting him off. "Yes, you do, you just call it worry instead of stress, Andy." She sighed at his unimpressed look. "You worry about a lot of things. About your health, about me, about work, about this assistant chief business. You even worry about Rusty," she told him gently. "I honestly don't know what else I can tell you to make you understand that." She pinned him with a hard look and added, "Andy, you need to take better care of yourself. I'm not sure either one of us can handle another heart attack."

He swallowed at the slight hitch in her voice in her final sentence and wrapped an arm around her shoulders pulling her into his embrace again. "I'm sorry," he told her honestly. "I know I worry you now, too and that was nev-"

"Worry me?" she repeated incredulously, effectively interrupting him again. "You terrified me, Andy!" she let out heatedly, wrapping her arms around him again, tightly this time. "You were terrified, Andy," she pointed out more calmly. "How can you not get it through your thick head that you're on light duty for a reason?" she asked, exasperated now. "And that, for the same reason, you might even stay on it?" she added.

He flopped his head on the backrest of the couch. "My thick head," he repeated sarcastically, "gets it. It just doesn't like it."

"None of us like it," she mumbled, lifting her head to prop her chin up on his shoulder, her grip on him loosening. When he rolled his head to look at her, she continued, "But that doesn't change the fact that we have to deal with it."

He sighed and lifted his head. "You and your dealing," he mumbled, giving her a quick kiss.

She smiled and pressed her cheek against his chest. He knew she was giving his heartbeat a listen, not for the first time since his heart attack, and probably not the last one either.

"So did you get it out of your system?" she asked when he offered no further complaints.

He chuckled. This really wasn't the first time they were discussing this. "I'm good for a few days," he told her.

She laughed, but in admonishment said, "This really isn't a laughing matter, Andy."

"I know," he said seriously.

She hummed in response.

"So," he dragged the word out slightly, clearly changing topics again, and, as expected, it had her lift her head again to look at him, "you said Rusty's not on his way home?" he asked, meeting her look.

She smiled. "No, he is not," she confirmed.

"Finally," he said on a forced sigh of relief.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Finally?" she repeated, the tone of her voice holding just the slightest of warning.

"Yes, finally," Andy said confidently, then gave the room a quick look. "I can finally," he repeated the word on a sly grin, "do this," he pressed his lips to hers for a moment, "without worrying about him stumbling into the condo and stealing all your attention away."

"He doesn't steal all my-" she started to say, shaking her head and furrowing her brow.

Andy violently nodded. "Oh, yes, he does," he argued. "But don't worry, I don't mind," he added, shrugging. "Especially since I know you'll make it up to me," he added, kissing her again.

She pushed him back, her palm flat on his chest. "Make it up to you?" she asked, giving him a bland look, although there was no denying the amusement in her tone of voice.

"Yes," he confirmed confidently, nodding. "Well," he added, suddenly rubbing his fingers over his chin, "maybe not make it up," he said, shrugging again. "But come on, Sharon, you gotta admit," he was grinning at her now, "you like having me all to yourself."

"Oh, is that so?" she challenged, failing to keep her own grin at bay.

He nodded. "And I mean outside the bedroom," he added.

She burst out laughing. She made an attempt to say something but instead only started laughing harder, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder, her laughter having her shake a little.

He gave the top of her head a surprised look. He had aimed for a laugh but had not expected this reaction. All he could do in response however, was laugh with her.

Finally, managing to pull herself together, she looked up at him again. "Oh, I needed this," she said on a happy sigh.

"Yeah?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah," she, slightly mockingly, repeated his word in confirmation. "Rusty, Stroh, this awful case," she listed off in explanation, absentmindedly looking past him. "Thank you," she said, her eyes refocusing on him.

He smiled. "My pleasure," he told her.

She smiled, too. "Speaking of pleasure," she started, inching her face to his.

"Yeah?" he prodded.

"I love having you all to myself," she whispered, before finally closing the gap between them.