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Here are just two short, simple scenes I wish were squeezed in somewhere in episode 19. One involves Howard and Sharon, because I so wish we got to see more of them, especially with this Stroh and chief business. It's set after that scene with Morales. And the other one involves Provenza and Andy for the simple reason of still feeling incredibly Proflynnza deprived. Takes place after the end of the episode. They are really brief moments, but I hope you'll like them anyway. :)

I'm working on one more add-on about Sharon and Andy. But that's still a work in progress so I decided to just go ahead and post these two until I'm done with that one.

Have fun and as always, your thoughts on these are much appreciated!

One

"Uh, Captain?" Howard said, his eyes flickering from Sharon to Andy who held the door open for her. Julio and Morales had already gone ahead and left his office. When she turned around, raising an eyebrow at him, he went on, his gaze returning to her again, "A word please?"

Surprise briefly crossed her features, while Andy frowned, but she immediately said, "Of course, Chief," and stepped back fully into his office.

Andy lingered for a moment, but when she briefly closed her eyes and just barely shook her head at him, he threw a nod Howard's way and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Howard walked back to his desk, saying, "Not sure this is the right moment to bring it up." Sharon followed him and stopped to fold her arms just short of his desk. She gave him a patient, expectant look and waited while he rummaged through one of his desk drawers. Once he found whatever folder he had been looking for, he looked up at her and, shrugging, said, "But I doubt there ever is a right moment for this." With that, he bent the folder a little, then reached over his desk and offered it to her.

Sharon gave him an inquisitive look, but accepted the folder and carefully opened it, its red binding already hinting at what it was that the acting Assistant Chief was bringing up. She let out a soft, "Hmm," as she quickly scanned the newest addition to it.

"I hate to say it," Howard started, taking a seat behind his desk, "but these leads are getting thicker and thicker."

She closed the folder abruptly and looked up at him, either having read enough or having decided to read the rest later. "You're worried," she said simply.

He waved a hand, gesturing at a chair in front of his desk, and, as she accepted his silent invitation, asked, "Aren't you?"

She took a breath, her eyes dropping momentarily to the folder now sitting in her lap. When she looked up again she offered him a bitter smile. "When am I not?"

Howard leaned back in his seat, swaying the chair sideways a bit. "I don't like it, Captain. I don't believe in coincidences." He shook his head. "And if these aren't coincidences, then I'm more than just worried."

"When it comes to Phillip Stroh," she ran a finger over the edge of the folder, "yes, it is certainly hard to believe in coincidences."

Howard gave her a long look. He decided she either had nothing more to tell him or did not know what to tell him, so he said, "Just wanted to keep you updated."

She nodded, getting to her feet. "Thank you." She waved the folder through the air. "May I, uh-"

He waved a hand at her, nodding as well. "Keep it."

Again she nodded, then turned around ready to get back to the more pressing task at hand. He was already returning to his own pile of work, when, having reached the door, she hesitated instead of opening it and turned around to face him again.

"Things are heating up," she told him.

Surprised by the words, he looked up, but the moment he was met with her knowing look, he sighed, recognizing what 'things' she was referring to. "You think?" he said sarcastically.

She laughed before he could even register how rude that may have come across. "I may have picked up on a hint or two," she said on a bit of a smirk.

He chuckled. "Sorry about that," he said honestly.

He was about to say more, but she waved his apology off. "Nothing to apologize for, everyone's on edge, Chief." She shrugged. "Really, it's understandable."

Howard looked around his office. "This can be such a pain in," he did not finish that sentence, but shook his head instead. "But if Winnie gets it," he again left the sentence open ended, this time tilting his head as he gave her a knowing look.

"Yes, if Winnie Davis gets it," Sharon said, nodding absentmindedly as she looked around as well, "we're screwed," she deadpanned although it wasn't really a joke.

He laughed. "That we are."

Sharon smiled in amusement, then reached for the door again. "Don't let it get in the way of doing your job, Chief." She opened the door and quirked an eyebrow at him. "She's not running this office yet."

He half-smiled, half-scoffed. "Right back at ya, Captain."

Again she smiled. "I'll let you know how the warrant turns out."

With that she stepped out and closed the door.

She did not, however, walk toward the murder room right away. Through the blinds he saw her stop for a moment first. Her shoulders rose then lowered, probably as she took a breath. After another fractional moment of hesitation she finally walked away.

Howard shook his head in similar worry, then returned to work. Nothing they could do about it.

Yet.

The Other One

When he closed the door to Sharon's office, his partner turned in his chair, crossed his ankles and arms and shot him a smug, amused look.

"What?" Provenza barked, stopping to glare at Andy instead of walking back to his desk.

Andy grinned. "Hi, Louie," he mocked.

Provenza rolled his eyes and threw his head back briefly, probably asking the heavens for patience. Not finding any apparently, he instead, irritated, asked, "How the hell do you know about that?"

Andy just chuckled. "Does it matter?" He shrugged. "She does outrank you. She's allowed to call you that, isn't she?" he added, holding back a laugh.

Actually, he had caught up with Sharon quickly just as she left her office. He had only wanted to wish her good luck with her interview, but he couldn't help but inquire about the hug he caught a glimpse of through the blinds of her office or about the fact that, after that, she made it out of her office alive. She had only said, "Oh, Louie and I had a little pep talk," but that was enough to know she had done the unthinkable and had not only hugged the old man but had also dropped his rank.

After that, Andy spent a good five minutes waiting for his partner to stop staring out of her office window.

Provenza did not dignify his little jab with a retort. Instead, he just narrowed his eyes at him and huffed in annoyance.

Andy tilted his head toward his partner's desk and, changing the topic, asked, "What was that all about?" Rather convincingly he imitated, "Better late than never."

To Andy's surprise, for he had expected Provenza to just shrug it off and walk toward his desk, he leaned against Sharon's office door and sighed. "I wasn't so sure about the never part anymore."

Andy's brow furrowed. "You wanna retire?" There was nothing but utter disbelief in his words.

Provenza shot him a bland look. "Of course, I don't want to retire!" He spoke somewhat heatedly, but went on almost wistfully as he looked around the murder room, where their team members were oblivious to their conversation. "But I do wonder if it's worth the trouble anymore."

Andy nodded slowly as he considered his partner's words. He could understand him. He didn't like the current trouble either. Especially if he topped it with still not knowing whether he'd ever be reinstated to full duty. Change, both good and bad, was looming over all of their heads and change was something that never sat well with Provenza. So it wasn't really surprising that he would consider escaping it altogether.

"Did the hug help?" he asked and smirked when Provenza laughed.

"Not sure yet. I am still in shock." The last word left him over a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"Well," Andy said, chuckling as he got to his feet, "at least wait how it all turns out before you throw in the towel." With that he started walking toward the break room.

Provenza frowned and nearly hollered after him. "Wait." When Andy stopped and turned around, he waved a hand in the air and asked, "You are not even going to try talking me out of it?"

Andy smiled, shooting Sharon's desk a quick look. "I think somebody beat me to it." He ended his sentence by smugly quirking an eyebrow at him.

Provenza sighed and rolled his eyes. Not even gracing Andy with another look, he pushed off the door and started walking back to his desk.

Andy laughed and went on his merry way when he heard him groan and mutter, to no one in particular, "Ye Gods. And they're getting married, too."