Moving on to episode 18! Yay! There are two scenes here.

The first one is actually set between episodes 17 and 18. You know by now that some of these add-ons are also follow ups to some of my previous additions, so it should be of no surprise to you that this one is, of course, connected to my added scenes for episode 17. :)

The second one takes place somewhere in the middle of the episode, on an imagined return car drive to headquarters after checking out that door at Mary's place. It has Julio, whom I just adore, in it!

Warning, I am Proflynnza-deprived at the moment, so I would like to apologize for the VERY silly turn these have taken. Especially the first add-on.

The first one

When they walked into the murder room, its only occupant was Provenza. When he heard them, he turned in his chair, not bothering to hide what he was doing as his eyes sought out his boss's left hand.

His eyes, however, practically popped out of their sockets when his investigation came to a surprising conclusion and Sharon only barely managed to suppress a smirk. Andy, on the other hand, shot her an unimpressed look while waving a hand at Provenza as if to say, "And this is what I'll have to deal with now."

In response, she shrugged, clearly more amused by it than concerned about it. Throwing Provenza a cheerful, "Good morning, Lieutenant," on her way, she walked past Andy and stepped into her office.

Provenza seemed too shocked to be able to voice a return greeting, however, the moment she closed the door, ignoring the fact that the blinds in her office were wide open, he was on his feet and on his way to Andy's desk.

"Are you kidding me?" he hissed, incredulous.

"About what?" Andy's voice went up in feigned defensiveness as he sat down on his desk chair.

He and Sharon had already made their peace with having to tell Provenza before anybody else in the squad. If he didn't tell him, they would just end up driving each other crazy and, as Sharon had graciously pointed out, that wouldn't do Andy's blood pressure any good either. However, that didn't mean that Andy couldn't try getting a rise out of annoying his partner a bit first.

Provenza slapped Andy's arm with the back of his hand. "Now I know why you didn't answer my texts!" he grumbled.

"I didn-" Andy started to explain.

"You chickened out," Provenza just kept on angrily talking over his partner's words. "You were bouncing off the walls for days," the last word left him on an exasperated groan, "and you chickened out!" For emphasis, he smacked him over the arm once more.

"Would you stop it?" Andy exclaimed, growing slightly irritated as he rubbed the now sore spot on his arm. He had not expected to be dealing with a violent Provenza. "And would you keep it down?" he added more quietly as he looked around them. "Not everybody needs to hear this."

Provenza scoffed and folded his arms across his chest, his gaze briefly falling on Sharon seated behind her desk, head buried in a manila folder. "Hear what?" He did lower his voice, but then unfolded his arms to wave a hand in Sharon's direction and to add, "Apparently nothing happened!"

That had Andy frown and he got to his feet to fold his own arms. He pinned his partner with an irritated look and when he spoke, he was no longer just feigning defensiveness. His earlier plan of getting a rise out of his partner had obviously spectacularly failed.

"Now, why would you assume I didn't ask, huh?"

"Because-" Provenza started angrily but then promptly shut his mouth and swallowed. "Ye Gods, she shot you down?" he asked incredulously. He even threw Sharon a quick wide-eyed look of horror, not that she seemed to be paying him any attention.

Andy sighed and rolled his eyes. He did his best to give his partner the most condescending look he could muster and said, "For your information, I did not chicken out." There was a bit of derision in the last two words. "I asked." He puffed his chest out proudly. "And she said yes."

Provenza swallowed again, then frowned. "But where's the ring?" he asked, again waving a hand at Sharon in her office.

Andy rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time and was about to explain, but Provenza once again decided to just talk over him.

"Got the wrong ring size, huh?" he said smugly, his words shaking with laughter.

Andy gave him a blank look. "The ring's at h-"

"You know," Provenza interrupted again and pointed a finger at him, "had you let me in on your plans before you went ring shopping, I could have helped you with that." A nod of his head emphasized his obvious point.

Forgetting what he originally wanted to say, Andy suddenly asked, simultaneously sounding concerned and impressed, "How would you know Sharon's ring si-" Before he could voice his question fully, its answer occurred to him and he scoffed, interrupting himself. "Of course," he unfolded his arms and waved a hand at his partner, "leave it to the serial husband to know everybody's ring size."

Provenza huffed, unimpressed. More calmly though he then asked, "So she said yes?"

With that, Andy relaxed and smiled brightly. "Yeah," he said, nodding.

"But you got her the wrong ring size?" Provenza added, snickering.

It took effort to hold back this particular eye roll, but somehow Andy succeeded and instead he said, "She left it at home." Provenza's eyes got wide, but thankfully, before he opened his mouth, Andy was able to further explain. "We told the kids. They were thrilled, by the way." He grinned. "But she wants to do a little party for you guys." Shrugging, he added, "You know, make a more formal, fun announcement. So we're not telling anyone here yet."

Provenza looked at him blankly. "So why are you telling me?" he mumbled completely seriously.

Andy gave him an incredulous look, his earlier calmness vanishing instantly, and threw his arms out. "Are you kidding me?" His voice went dangerously high.

Neither one had noticed that Sharon had, by then, gotten up from her desk and walked to her office door. Just as Provenza was about to say something again, she opened it.

"Is everything alright?" she asked innocently, making Andy give her a sarcastic look that said, "Like you don't know what's going on."

To Andy's surprise, Provenza smiled at her and extended a hand. "I hear congratulations are in order." He even sounded genuine.

Sharon seemed clearly surprised as well, but her raised eyebrows quickly lowered and she accepted his hand, smiling as she said, her eyes on Andy, "Thank you."

And that was as much politeness as they would be getting from Provenza because his next words were, "Can't believe you said yes to this guy, Captain." He hooked a thumb at Andy next to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Andy asked, offended. It didn't help his ego that Sharon chuckled.

Provenza shrugged and looked at him. "Well, I had no idea you even knew how to propose to someone."

"Oh, he was wonderful," Sharon assured him on a charming smile, but Andy ignored her support and narrowed his eyes at his partner.

"Just because you propose every other year," Andy muttered, "doesn't make you the resident expert on proposals." His eyes narrowed even more as he added, "Or marriages, for that matter."

Suddenly, Sharon laughed. "An expert on divorces maybe," she let out and, judging by the briefly startled look that crossed her features once she said the words, she had said them without thinking.

Andy burst out laughing, but Provenza whipped his head around to give her an offended look. "You two spent entirely too much time together," he finally said, pointing a finger at them. With that, he turned on the spot to walk back to his desk. He wasn't fast enough though to hide the amused smile on his face.

Sharon shrugged a shoulder guiltily at Andy, her expression a slight grimace, but Andy just kept on laughing quietly. "That was a good one," he told her, loudly enough for Provenza to hear.

From his chair now, he just shot him a glare in response, but seemed amused as well.

"Erm, Lieutenant?" Sharon said before walking back into her office. When he looked up at her, she went on, "If you would-"

Again Provenza interrupted. "Yeah, yeah," he waved a hand at both of them, returning his focus to what Andy assumed was a crossword puzzle, "secret's safe with me."

"Thank you," Sharon said and after another shrug and raised eyebrow in Andy's direction that said, "Well, that was interesting." she walked back into her office.

Andy grinned and shook his head as he sat back down. He only just pressed the button to turn his computer on, when a little ball of paper hit him on the left side of his head.

Instantly angry, he turned in his chair, rubbing a finger over the hit spot. "What the hell, Provenza?"

Provenza opened his mouth to answer, but just then, Mike walked into the murder room, a, "Good morning," on his lips, so he promptly shut his mouth.

They greeted the man, but Andy kept his angry glare on Provenza. It was a common enough occurrence apparently, for, if Mike noticed, he said nothing.

Provenza rolled his eyes at his partner, but then rather somberly, tilted his head toward Sharon's office, before closing his eyes and curtly nodding his head at him.

Knowing what it meant, Andy smiled happily. He nodded his thanks in return, then located the little ball of paper somewhere on his keyboard. When Provenza returned to his crossword puzzle, Andy threw it back at him, hitting him on his right temple.

This Mike noticed for sure, and when Provenza shot his now smugly grinning partner an angry glare, he let out an amused, "Ha!"

The second one

"Now how come I'm stuck in the backseat again," Provenza complained to Julio as they drove back to headquarters, "and she," he hooked a thumb at Sharon who was sitting in the front passenger seat, "gets to ride shotgun?"

Julio chuckled and shot his Captain an amused look. In response, she quirked a knowing eyebrow at him. The two knew Provenza was grumpier than usual only because, a few minutes ago after they inspected their crime scene again, he had to admit that he had been wrong about something. And what was worse, he had to admit that Buzz and Wes had been right from the get-go.

"I'm a gentleman," he quipped, meeting the Lieutenant's disgruntled look in his rear view mirror.

"And I hate to have to remind you, Lieutenant," Sharon added on a laugh, "but I also outrank you."

Provenza narrowed his eyes at her, but addressed Julio again. "You could have at least let me drive," he muttered.

"It's my car, Sir," Julio said, suppressing another chuckle.

Provenza sighed in defeat and leaned back in the middle of the back seat. "I miss Flynn," he grumbled.

"Don't worry, Sir," Julio said, grinning, "you'll see him in a few minutes."

That earned him an irritated glare from Provenza, while Sharon turned slightly in her seat to look at her second in command.

"I'd still be riding shotgun, Lieutenant," she said, trying to sound serious, but failing miserably since laughter shook her voice and she couldn't couldn't contain her amused smile.

"Ah," Provenza lifted a finger and pointed it at her, "chances are you wouldn't be here at all, Captain."

Raising an eyebrow at him, her smile faltered. "Fair point," she conceded over a single nod of her head as she turned forwards in her seat. She had only been out in the field more because Andy was benched for now. Catching Provenza's eye in the rear view mirror, she however, added, "I'll make sure he knows how much you miss him though."

Julio laughed.

"Stop it," Provenza barked at him. "Or I'll make you late for the judge tomorrow," he threatened.

Julio promptly stopped laughing, even if they all knew Provenza would never make good on that particular threat.

"Speaking of the judge," Sharon said conversationally, her attention on Julio. He glanced at her. "Any plans to celebrate with Mark afterwards?" She smiled and added, "I bet he's excited."

Julio smiled as well. "Oh, he's excited alright." He gave her another quick look. "I think I am a little, too," he admitted.

Her smile widened. "You'll make a great guardian, Julio," she said, tapping his shoulder.

He nodded, his smile becoming nearly shy. "Thank you, Ma'am. I will do my best."

"So no plans?" she inquired, reminding him of her original question.

It was Provenza who, in a huff, answered. "He's taking him for a round of," he made a grimace, "putt-putt."

"Oh," Sharon clasped her hands together excitedly, "that sounds like fun."

Julio nodded enthusiastically. "I didn't plan it as a celebration or anything," he told her seriously. "But it is fun," he added on a smile.

"Ye Gods," Provenza let out from the back seat. Sharon quirked an eyebrow at him but he ignored her and just raised a hand and waved it at Julio. "This one's into putt-putt." He looked at Sharon and repeated the gesture. "This one's becoming a Flynn."

Sharon smirked. "If I didn't know better, Lieutenant, I'd say your congratulations the other day were not as sincere as I thought they were."

The slight slump of Provenza's shoulders confirmed that they were sincere. He couldn't, however say anything possibly contradictory because Julio, looking surprised, spoke up before he could.

"The 'other day', Lieutenant?" he asked. "Does that mean you knew about this," he gestured at Sharon with a flicker of his hand, "before us?" He pointed the hand at himself then.

"Of course I knew," Provenza muttered. "That he'd propose, too," he added more matter-of-factly.

Sharon raised an eyebrow and shot Provenza a knowing look. She spoke to Julio, however. "The way I heard it, the Lieutenant, uh," she paused briefly, "finagled the information out of his partner."

Julio chuckled at the offended look Provenza shot her. "I'm surprised you didn't ruin the surprise, Sir," he told him. "You know," he shrugged, "payback and all that."

Sharon laughed softly.

"Well," Provenza drawled, "some of us are better than others, I guess."

Julio smirked, meeting Provenza's look in the rear view mirror again. "You already made him pay for that, didn't you, Sir?" he asked knowingly.

A smug look settled on Provenza's features. "Maybe," he quipped noncommittally, his gaze falling purposefully on the window to his right.

"Or maybe," Sharon now turned in her seat as much as she could to give Provenza a look that said she knew that there had been no paybacks now or in the past, "you were just a little bit," she pinched two fingers together, "excited for him?"

Provenza's head snapped away from the window to look at her. Recognizing the meaning behind her look, he just folded his arms and, shaking his head, returned his attention to the window. "I really miss Flynn," he muttered.

A broad smile graced Sharon's lips as she turned forward again.

Julio chuckled and, having reached a red light, took a moment to look at her. When, with her smile still in place, she raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him, he grinned and said jokingly, a touch of awe to his words though, "Ma'am, I'm not sure I miss Lieutenant Flynn at all."