Andy was a big believer in the phrase, "I have one last nerve, and you are getting on it." That was what he had been thinking all morning. It had been a long morning, one in which he was ready to scream at the chief. He couldn't take her today, her nasal sound coupled with that accent. He just couldn't take it. It didn't help that she'd been late, had been snapping at everyone, and the team had discovered she'd run out of Hershey bars. Mike had even run down two floors to find a vending machine that had her precious candy bars, but still, she wasn't recovering, or at least, she was still irritating Andy. He was trying to lay low and just get his work done so he could go home, but he was about to lose it. It didn't help that he kept glancing at the manila folder that was tucked under a stack of paperwork, the folder in a spot he'd placed it, out of prying eyes, but intended for his eyes only. That folder, with its few pieces of paper, carried a lot of weight.

"Hey, Lieutenant, what's got you so irritated today?" Julio asked, pulling Andy's attention from his desk. He looked up and found the rest of the team staring at him.

"You're looking a little rough today, Lieutenant," Gabriel grinned. "Did you have that good of a time last night?"

"Ahh, that's what it is," Julio nodded. "I didn't know he had a date or really a sleepover last night," he chuckled. Gabriel, Buzz, and Mike chuckled too. Provenza ignored everyone and continued to work his crossword puzzle. He'd noticed Andy's mood too, but he had decided to let him talk when he was ready. Provenza didn't know what was wrong, but had a feeling it did have to do with Andy and a woman.

"What's so funny?" Brenda asked as she walked back into the room. She was carrying a stack of paperwork and had a package of cookies sitting on top of it. She'd gone down the hall minutes earlier, and now she was returning to her office.

"Ahh, we're just trying to cheer up the lieutenant, but we don't know what's bothering him," Julio admitted.

"Oh, Andy," Brenda sighed, "do you need a meetin' or something? If something is bothering you, let the team help. I know what might help, filing these to get your mind off it," she nudged the paperwork at him and gave him a small smile.

"I'm fine, everyone," Andy raised a hand. "Chief, Buzz usually files that."

"Oh, I know, but I thought if you were stuck on something, mindless work might help," she shrugged.

"Hey!" Buzz interjected. "Mindless? Thanks, Chief."

"Oh," she waved a hand, "you know what I mean."

"Chief, we were just trying to find out what lovely lady the lieutenant took home last night. He almost skipped out of work last night, and bets are on that he had a hot date, took the lady home, and now, we're thinking she was a clinger or something."

"Andy!" Brenda grimaced. "Please tell me you aren't still having one-night stands! You need to raise your standards. You are certainly capable of finding a nice woman."

"Oh, Chief," Provenza said, still glancing at his crossword while he spoke, "you have no idea. Flynn loves to play the field, don't you?"

"Shut up, Provenza," Andy hissed. "Everyone, I'm fine!"

Brenda jumped slightly when Andy started to yell. She frowned and looked to the team. Gabriel jumped into the conversation again, "Chief, maybe the lieutenant needs some of your cookies."

"I don't need any cookies!" Andy yelled and started to wave his hands. "I'm fine. I didn't sleep with anyone last night, not for lack of trying. I'm perfectly fine, and I just want to get through this crappy day!"

All eyes were on Andy after his outburst. Brenda stood there, now speechless, and it was Provenza who sighed, threw his crossword on the desk and stood, "Flynn," he gestured to the hallway. "We're going for a walk. Sounds like we just got to the root of the problem. Your date didn't want to go home with you, and now, we're paying the price."

Andy gave him a scowl and shook his head. Before he spoke again, Provenza gestured to him and pointed to the door, "Let's go, Flynn." He looked back at the team, "If everyone has this much time to stare at us, I suspect all of you can file away the chief's paperwork before I return. Chief, I'll deal with Flynn."

"Ahh, thank you, Lieutenant," she nodded, still stunned that their joking had made Andy snap. "Everyone, I'll be in my office with my cookies," she nodded and put the paperwork on Gabriel's desk as she turned to her office. Andy sighed, stood, and started to walk toward the door, with all eyes on him.

"I'm fine, guys, really," he grumbled. Provenza continued to point to the door. Andy nodded and dropped his head as the two walked toward the elevator.

"What's gotten into you today, Flynn? You've been grumpy and irritable since you arrived," he told Andy.

"I'm fine, Provenza," Andy sighed and shook his head as the elevator doors opened. Provenza pointed to the elevator, and both men got onto it, joining five other officers. They didn't speak as the elevator moved down to the ground floor. Once the two got off in the lobby, Provenza pointed outside, and after maneuvering through the doorways, the men found themselves on the street level.

Provenza shrugged at him, "Walking or sitting?" Andy dropped his head and just shook it. "Fine, we're sitting because I don't want to go for a walk, especially one where I have to hear about your bust of a night." The two men started toward a bench when Provenza turned back to Andy, his eyes wide, "Is this about Raydor? Did you two finally have a falling out about your arrangement? You've been trying to sleep with her again for weeks. Did that blow up in your face? What about that other one, Charlotte? Did she get clingy? Did she already flip the switch and tell you that you are the love of her life?"

"No! Stop talking!" Andy yelled. Provenza sat down, and Andy started to pace and gesture with his hands. "You have no idea the mess I'm in right now."

Provenza sighed, and he shook his head. "I warned you. Who's the problem?"

"Sharon! Sharon's pregnant! Raydor's pregnant," he exclaimed, careful to note no one was near them.

Provenza's eyes widened, and his face turned red. Andy saw him grip the bench, the new almost taking his breath away. He took a moment and then started to gesture too, "Pregnant? Raydor? She's still able to get pregnant? Is it your kid? You have to be kidding me," he started to now chuckle.

"Yeah, she's pregnant! She says it's mine. I asked the same," he stopped pacing and stood there, his hands on his waist as he stared at Provenza.

Provenza looked at him and then pointed to him, "It's not yours. It can't be yours. Flynn, didn't you have that taken care of years ago when I did? We talked about that."

Andy gave him a confused look, and as he thought, he rolled his eyes, "No! I didn't get a vasectomy. I didn't see the point. I was divorced. You weren't. You were on, what, Mrs. Provenza Number Three at the time? I didn't want to take off work to get that done, so I didn't. I didn't see a point."

"I'm guessing you are regretting that decision, Flynn," Provenza frowned at him. "How do you know it's even yours? I mean, come on, but she came onto you, at least that's what you told me. How many men does she have on the side?"

"I asked her all that. She said it's mine, and that I've been the only guy for awhile. I think she's telling the truth," he said as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Isn't she a little old for this to be happening? Maybe the test is wrong. Did you ask her to take another test? Just wait until she sees a doctor. I'm sure this is a misunderstanding," Provenza said, trying to encourage him.

"Louie, she's showing!" Andy exclaimed. "She's like with child, pregnant, knocked up, call it what you like but you can see the baby bump! This isn't a recent find, at least for her. She said she's like 14 weeks."

"14 weeks! That's over three months!" Provenza yelled. To anyone watching from afar, it would appear the two men hated each other and were in a screaming contest. Instead, Provenza was getting as fired up as Andy.

"I'm aware, stupid!" Andy yelled. "Yeah, I can do math. I did the numbers. 14 weeks. That would fit with the week or so we were together."

"How were you so stupid you didn't use something? Flynn, come on! You didn't get a vasectomy, so hello, please tell me you've been using something for all these women? Raydor isn't the first. How were you that stupid?"

"I did use condoms! I do!" he yelled.

"And?" Provenza asked. "Just how many times are we talking? I really wonder if she's just shaking you down, Flynn. You don't know anything about her, aside from the fact she's our greatest nightmare at work."

"Look, it was a lot, like a few times a night for a few nights," he told him. "We used protection most of the time. There's a time or two," he paused to think and then nodded, "we maybe didn't. She brought up one time we didn't. Things just happened so fast that time. I didn't tell her that another time I think the condom broke."

"You think?" Provenza asked. "She didn't comment then?"

Andy rolled his eyes, "At this point, it's kind of a stupid point to argue. She said she was done having kids. The condoms were just added protection. Obviously, we were both stupid."

Provenza paced and then turned to point at Andy, "You are a moron, a total idiot. I told you this would backfire on you. You can't even sleep with women without creating more problems. What does she want now, a complete baby daddy package?"

Andy frowned, "Actually, that's the surprising part. She doesn't want anything. She told me about the baby and then handed me a complete set of legal documents. She wants me to sign away any rights to the kid, said all this happened, and she wants to cut ties and just go our own ways. That's honestly what told me she was serious when she said I was the father. She wants nothing, no money, nothing. She wants my signature; that's it."

Provenza eyed him, "Something still smells. Wait," he snapped his finger, "was she using you as some sperm donor? I've heard of women who pay thousands in clinics for that, just to have a kid. Is this her mid-life crisis? Did she get herself knocked up with your kid just to have a kid? I knew she was up to something! Flynn, that's it. I knew she would never want to sleep with you like she did. All of that on the trip was so revolting. I wanted to throw up each night you came in from her room. You even smelled like her those nights. That must be it, Flynn! She was using you, got what she wanted, and now she wants you to walk away. Instead of paying thousands in a clinic, she used you."

"No!" Andy threw up his hands. "I really don't think that is the case. She's not happy about this. I mean, she's dealing with it, but she made it clear a kid wasn't in her plans. It's like almost dangerous for her to have a kid, but oh, trust me, she is. That baby is showing more and more each day from the looks of it. Look, she just wants to cut ties. She said she was divorcing her husband and wanted no men left in her life."

"Well, there you go," Provenza opened his eyes wide in gesture. "Flynn, hello, she's letting you walk away! This is good news if what you are telling me is true. You don't want a kid, and she's saying she doesn't want you. You always said Sandra pressured you into the kids before you were ready and have since been a lousy father. The kids aren't interested in a relationship, and here's a chance for you to walk away, free and clear. If all of this is true, why are you so irritated? I mean, I love my kids, but I did want them, even the ones with my crazy ex-wives," he rolled his eyes. "You never wanted kids, and now, you are in luck because the woman has told you to walk away. Does she want money or something?"

"No, nothing," he shook his head. "I have the paperwork at my desk. I've read through it more times than I can count. I couldn't sleep last night. It's simple; she just wants to walk away from me. I asked her about money, and she said she wants nothing."

"Flynn, I can't tell you what to do, but knowing you, this isn't anything you want. I'd sign that paperwork so fast, all before she changes her mind. If you sign, she can't come after you later for money and anything else. Let her keep the kid. No harm to you. You can walk away, right into the arms of, what's her name-Charlotte? Please, Flynn, though, get a vasectomy or do something because you can't walk around with that as a problem. Apparently, it is," he grumbled.

Andy sighed loudly and threw an irritated look at Provenza, "I just feel, I don't know," he sighed again. "I made the kid, and I'm supposed to walk away?"

"It's like the saying, something about if you can't do the time, don't do the crime, Flynn, except in this case, you did the deed, but she's letting you walk. It's a gift, Flynn, one you won't get from many. Consider your baby mamma a good one, which is something I never thought I'd say about Radyor," he chuckled. "Baby mama," he laughed again. "I can't believe Raydor is pregnant. I'm having trouble even seeing you with her. Now, that makes me want to vomit."

"I guess I'm not too worried about not raising the kid," he explained. "I feel bad that she's left with the financial responsibility alone. It's not like I want to pay child support each month, but even when she told me last night, she'd had to buy new clothes and all. Kids are expensive."

"Wait, so she told you last night? That's why you ran out of here!" Provenza's eyes widened. "You thought you were going to spend another night with Raydor!"

"Yeah, I did," he said through gritted teeth. "I was so in the mood. I had everything set, and when she opened the door, it took everything in me not to start right there like we did one night. Provenza, one night, my clothes were in the hall! That's how fast we got going. I think that was probably the night too," he sighed. "It was that night or the other, but again, it really doesn't matter."

"I don't know what you ever saw in her," Provenza frowned.

"I didn't! I mean, she came onto me. She wanted it, and you know I am always in the mood. It worked, that is, until it didn't," he groaned.

"Until you knocked up the captain, Flynn. You knocked up the captain of the most annoying division here, FID. Flynn, I swear you are the biggest idiot," he ranted again.

"I'm realizing this all wasn't a good idea!" Andy yelled. "Look, just keep this under wraps. I don't want anyone knowing."

He raised an eyebrow at Andy, "Flynn, it's going to be pretty obvious Raydor is pregnant. You know that can't be hidden. It will be the talk of the building because it's Raydor, she's old, and everyone will want to know about it."

"Well aware," Andy raised his hands in defense. "She's showing already, at least if you are looking. Plus, she asked me last night about my kids, about if they were big. My kids were huge babies, and she was saying she is showing a lot earlier. This could be a big one too."

"Idiot," Provenza sighed. "So, how are you going to keep this under wraps?"

Andy shrugged, "She's divorcing her husband. You are the only one who knows about us, and she said she's just going to let the rumor mill go with the idea the husband left her with a 'parting gift' as she said."

"You're okay with that?" Provenza asked. "Flynn, this is like the perfect outcome. She doesn't want anything from you, and she's going to let the deadbeat husband take the heat on the kid."

Andy finally stopped pacing and sat. He put his head in his hands, and he sighed. He glanced up at Provenza who was staring at him, "Yeah, I think I'm okay with all of it. I mean, I don't feel right about the money, but it's not my kid, or at least it doesn't feel like my kid. We weren't in love or anything. This all came from just the two of us being hot and heavy, nothing else. She wants the kid to herself, fine. I don't care. Yeah, I've been a crappy father and don't want another round of that. I'm in AA and doing okay with my life. I don't need more failure front and center with a kid. I don't love her; I don't even really like her, at least at work. She's not a horrible person, which is evident she's letting me walk away. That kid is hers for the rest of her life. I guess I'm okay with it all. We won't be fighting over visitation, what school the kid needs to attend, and what rules the kid needs to follow. I just needed to talk it through. I really don't feel right about not helping, at least right now."

Provenza listened, and he nodded. He sat down too, next to Andy, and then he gestured with his hand, "Okay, that is understandable. You said she doesn't want anything, and I think you are more than okay to walk away with that understanding. If you are so stuck on doing something, tell her that. Maybe you can give her some money."

Andy shook his head, "She's too independent to just let me help, and I think she'll think I want to be in the baby's life. I don't. I guess I just want to give her some cash now. I did last night. I threw everything I had on her table as I left."

Provenza eyed him, "What, like you paid for services?" he chuckled.

Andy's eyes grew wide, "No, oh, crap, that's what it looks like, isn't it? It looks like I paid her to sleep with me, just throwing money on the table. No," he sighed. "I just wanted to help. She had to buy all new clothing, and when the baby comes, she'll need all that junk for the kid."

"Look, if you are stuck on this, talk to her. Sounds like you are going to have to talk to her anyway, at least about signing that paperwork. I know," he nodded and continued, "maybe you tell her you won't sign unless she takes whatever money you plan to give her. It's a contract. Negotiate it. She'll think you aren't going to sign and will then just be glad it's as simple as money. Make it a legal transaction."

Andy listened and nodded, "Yeah, I think that's best."

"How are you going to handle seeing your kid around here?" Provenza asked.

Andy shrugged, "I don't know yet. I guess, I don't see it as my kid. Yeah, I made the kid, but I won't know the kid. I'm hoping that it's not an issue. I mean, I don't hate Sharon, so I can ask her how things are going, right? It's not like I'm taking the kid out for ice cream or reading bedtime stories. I can ask, just like last night, I was worried about her health. It's not exactly a walk in the park for her."

"So, you really would be okay if a little Flynn Junior is walking around the building? You'd be okay running into her with a baby boy or whatever in the building?"

Andy was quiet for a moment and then nodded, "Yeah, I would. I'm ready to sign, Provenza. I just want to live my life. I'm going to see if we can meet to talk about the money because I don't feel right about that, and I'll sign when she lets me give her some money."

Provenza eyed him, "This whole thing has disaster written all over it, starting with the moment you took off your first piece of clothing back in her dingy motel room in Texas. You had better make sure you won't be name as the baby daddy and won't become the talk of the building."

"Yeah," he sighed. "I know. Look, just let me deal with it. I appreciate you listening, and I know you will keep your mouth closed. I'll try to arrange a meeting with her to go over all this."

"What are you going to tell the chief about your outburst?" Provenza stood and started to walk toward the building. Andy had been sitting there, dazed, and when he looked up and saw Provenza walking, he moved quickly to walk next to him.

"Just tell Chief I had a bad night. I did," he nodded to himself. "I found out I'd created a kid. That wasn't in the cards at all for the night. I'll apologize when I get back into the office," he explained. Provenza just nodded as the two walked toward the building. The walked inside and stood waiting for the elevator. Provenza just shook his head at Andy.

"You really are an idiot. All of this could have been prevented by you, first by getting a vasectomy and second, by not sleeping with Raydor MULTIPLE times even," he glared at Andy.

"Well aware, Provenza," Andy sighed. "She didn't blame me completely. Honestly, it was refreshing to see she was taking her part in it too. She's not an awful person. She might be awful here, but she's at least not trying to screw me over with the kid."

Provenza groaned and shook his head as the two men stepped onto the elevator. They were silent again as the elevator was full. When the got off on their floor, Provenza gestured to Andy, "You need to do something for the chief. Get her some chips out of the vending machine or something."

"Fine, fine," Andy waved. The men continued down the hall, and as they were turning the corner, they almost ran into Sharon who was coming from their division.

"Captain," Provenza's eyes widened, and he instantly dropped his gaze to her stomach. He turned to Andy, wide-eyed, after noting he could see the visible issue.

"Gentlemen," she cleared her throat and glanced between the men, her eyes never making direct eye contact with either. Andy stood there, staring at her. "I need to get back to my office. Lieutenant Provenza, Lieutenant Tao and Detective Sanchez are needed in a case matter, an old one, tomorrow in court. I was dropping off paperwork for them."

"Oh, ahh, fine," he nodded, now staring back at Sharon.

"I'll be going," she moved around them. "Lieutenant Flynn," she nodded at him as she stepped around them.

"Captain," he called to her. She paused and turned, her mouth in an almost twitch. She eyed him but did not speak. "I need to make an appointment to discuss that paperwork you have for me."

She gave a single nod, "Email me about that, please." Andy's eyes lowered to her stomach too, where she was holding a stack of files against herself. It appeared she didn't notice that by doing that, she had given a clear outline of her baby bump. She could feel Andy's eyes on her and quickly shifted the paperwork to cover her bump.

"Will do," he said crisply. "I know you want that paperwork as soon as possible."

"I do. Thank you," she said in her most professional tone. She turned and started to walk away, the men left to stare at her retreating form. They stood there until she was around the corner.

Provenza smacked the back of Andy's head, "You can see it, Flynn!"

Andy grimaced and ran his hand over the spot where he'd been hit, "I know! I told you that! It's really visible when she puts anything near her stomach. She is wearing pants, so those must be maternity pants. She said nothing was fitting and had gone shopping. Provenza, she's got a kid in there."

"One you put there, you idiot, because you couldn't keep your pants on during a work trip," he grumbled. "Just take care of it. She has given you an out, and if you are so stuck on paying her, deal with this arrangement and move on. More power to you, Flynn," he sighed. "I'm surprised you are going to walk away."

"Yeah, honestly, though, what choice do I have? We're not together, and I don't want a kid. Walking away seems like a win for everyone," Andy admitted.

"Then, I say you deal with her, walk away, and never look back," Provenza gave him a nod and turned to open the door to their office. Andy stood there until Provenza swatted at him again, and the two men returned to their day.