The room was quiet again when she returned. Provenza was dozing in the chair, but he woke up as he heard her enter the room. No change; Andy looked the same.
"Sorry to wake you," Sharon said quietly, as she walked in and put the bag down. She put the blanket on top of it. "Glad I'm not the only one who can't stay awake in here."
Provenza waved her off, "He's as boring as always. This is what it's like on a stakeout with us. He falls asleep, then I do, and well," he pushed his arms around in the air, "you know us, something always happens and the suspect gets away," he gave a slight chuckle and a nod of the head.
Sharon offered a small smile and turned to where she had put stuff down, "I brought more food," she said. "Sorry, no coffee. I don't think I can drink another cup right now. Hungry?" she asked him.
He shook his head, "No, I'm fine. Patrice said she had my dinner warming in the oven. She also knew I wouldn't be able to keep you away from here for long. Go ahead and eat, though," he offered. Sharon sat and opened Andy's bag, digging out the food she had brought.
"I didn't want to waste more time than I had to while I was out. I raided Andy's refrigerator, and it was still pretty well stocked," she explained as she produced some juice and yogurt. She also pulled out some crackers and a granola bar. "Luckily, I found plenty to eat there," she said, getting her food all setup.
"Shocking," Provenza shook his head and then rolled his eyes, "what a coincidence that Flynn has all your favorite staples in his kitchen. Well, glad Café Flynn came through for you. It is good, though, to see you eat, Captain. You need to do that."
"I know," Sharon sighed, as she took a bite of yogurt. "Speaking of food, Rusty was out with Julio and Buzz again for dinner tonight. I'll thank them myself eventually, but please let them know how much I appreciate them. They really are family," she smiled slightly.
"I will. They were talking about going to a movie earlier," Provenza told her. "Not sure if they still will," he added. She nodded in acknowledgement. "Did you speak to the ex?"
Sharon nodded as she had another bite, "I did. Sandra said if we need anything to let her know. She's been talking to the kids, and they hate they can't get back here right now. We had a good conversation."
He raised an eyebrow at Sharon, "I'd like to know how that is done. My ex-wives are all friends, claimed to have formed some club. They've even invited Patrice to come and join them. I told her she's not an ex-wife, not even a wife yet, technically," he offered a small smile, "but they like her," he shrugged. "So, how do you do that? How does the ex like the new one?"
Sharon raised an eyebrow back at him, "I wouldn't call myself the new one."
"Oh right," he waved a hand, "my mistake. You're not new. You've been around him, dancing around all this," he waved between Sharon and Andy, "for years. Pick your phrase, but how do you, as the current and well, the last love of his life, get along so well, with the former?"
She shrugged, "I guess we both want what is best for Andy, and I guess she, like the rest of you, sees that is me, or at least I hope that is. I hope I'm what Andy wants."
Provenza made a face at Sharon, "If you don't know that, you are the worst detective in the LAPD."
She let out a chuckle even as she tried to suppress it, and she looked to Andy, "When is he going to wake up?"
"I don't know. The nurse said the doctor would be in again around 11 tonight. You know, there's always someone on here, even overnight," Provenza said. "I know this is probably falling on deaf ears, but you really should go home."
"I will when he wakes up. Until then, I'm fine here. Don't worry about me. I will be fine here overnight. I picked up a book and a blanket at Andy's, so I'll be comfortable. Go ahead and go home to Patrice, please," she asked.
He nodded, as he stood, "I know you probably prefer to be alone with him anyway," he offered a slight nod. "You call me the minute he wakes up, you hear?"
"I will," she said, patting his hand as he put it on her shoulder. He nodded to her and turned to Andy before he left.
"Flynn, this is typical, causing a big hospital scene here. Wake up so we can all get back to normal, you know, arresting the creeps of LA. This one here," he looked to Sharon, "needs her beauty sleep, and you should want that too, so wake up and stop wasting our time." At that, he left, leaving Sharon alone with Andy.
She moved the chair next to his bed again, but before she sat down, she got the blanket from his bag. She also grabbed the book he was reading, figuring she might read it as well. She settled in the chair, food next to her and the blanket covering her. She took hold of Andy's hand again, still cool to the touch and squeezed it.
"Andy, I'm here again. Provenza went home. Oh, I see he messed with the angel," she said slightly irritated. Provenza had moved it just for the sake of moving it. She put it back where she had it originally and sat back in her chair to relax.
She was just settling in when she was sure she felt his hand move slightly. She sat up, and it did it again, but he continued to sleep. She decided to let the nurse know, and they ended up coming in, checking him, and reporting that he was still stable.
"He might be closer to waking up. Keep talking to him. Maybe something will make him want to wake up," the nurse said. Sharon nodded, thinking. She looked at Andy.
"Let's see, what can we discuss that might make you wake up?" she thought to herself. "Well, besides my sitting here pouring my heart out to you, I am not sure. Maybe though, I need to go a different route, tell you about Jack calling me last week. Yes, Jack called. He said he had a case coming up here in LA and would be back in town for it. He wanted to get together with me again, go out to dinner," she said, as she paused, watching the monitors. She noticed his heart rate picked up a little. "Oh, maybe you do hear me. Not liking that? Well, wake up and tell me! Yes, Jack suggested either going to dinner or bringing dinner to the condo. I'm not sure how I feel about that," she said, looking to Andy. She could have sworn she saw his face move slightly. Jack is persistent, but well," she stopped suddenly as she definitely felt his hand, which was still in hers, tug just ever so slightly on her hand. Sharon looked up, no other change to Andy, but she was sure he could hear her. "Okay, Andy," she smiled slight, "just for you, I'll tell Jack to take a hike. I won't ruin your perfect record. You've been the only man I've ever invited to dinner at the condo with me. I'm not counting parties, and Rusty and Ricky don't count. Jack showing up and inviting himself to stay a couple years ago definitely doesn't count. So, you've been my only dinner date, and I'll keep it that way," she patted his hand. "Well, if you can hear me, let's talk about something besides Jack," she said.
"So, when you wake up and finally get out of here, we are going to go on a real date. Yes, I am the moron who is jut realizing that is what the last couple of years, or really longer, have been, but if you are this real charmer, Andy Flynn, we are going on a real date. I don't even care where we go. We could sit in a fast food restaurant, not my first choice, but it doesn't matter. I guess I'd prefer a day we aren't called out for a murder, but that might be too tall of an order to expect. I'm telling you another thing, Andy. When you wake up, there will be no question that I am here for you, 100% and am totally in love with you. I am going to kiss you, a kiss like no other, that will attempt to make up for all this lost time. Now that I've been forced to see how much of an idiot I've been, I'm not going to lose any more time. I mean it Andy. You're going to have to get rid of me if you don't want me around, don't want to be in my life. I'm not going anywhere, and I think you feel the same way."
Sharon still had his hand in hers. He hadn't moved it anymore, and his heartrate had returned to normal after she'd toyed with him about Jack. It really was fascinating to her that he did seem to hear her, just how much, she wasn't sure. She studied his face again, then took her hand and ran it through is hair and down his cheek again. She rested her elbows on the side of the bed as she'd been doing on and off all day.
"So, Ricky, of all the kids, will be glad to hear that I've finally come out of my fog. I can't tell you how much he likes you. Overall, I think he wants me to be happy, and he's seen that I'm happiest with you over the last few years. Every time I talk to him, he asks about whatever we've been up to-dinner, games, whatever. I never would have pegged my computer geek son to be so interested in my happiness, but he is, and the few times you've been around him, he's already commented you've been more interested in him than Jack has been his whole life. So, I want to tell you right now that I hope all our kids are happy for us, but that won't stop me at least from wanting this with you. Our kids come first, but at the same time, they won't dictate our happiness. Oh, Rusty, he'll probably find it a bit odd, even though you and I already spend most of our time together. Rusty, he's one who doesn't like change, as you know, but he'll get over it. I just hope you will wake up soon so we can talk all this through together," Sharon babbled on. She looked again to Andy, and she was about to continue when the doctor came in.
"Hi, Ms. Raydor. I'm Dr. Todd," the man said. "I'm part of the team overseeing his care. I saw your name in Mr. Flynn's chart," he extended his hand. Sharon stood up to greet him. "So, how is he doing? I know you are concerned he isn't awake yet."
Sharon nodded, "Yes, I am. I've been here almost around the clock with him. I've been talking to him constantly like the nurse said, but he hasn't awakened yet."
The doctor nodded, listening to Sharon, "The nurse did mention his hand moved earlier?" he commented.
"Yes," Sharon offered a slight smile. "He did. I decided to try and irritate him a little, so I started talking about something that drives him crazy," she rolled her eyes. The doctor chuckled.
"Hey, that's good. Whatever works. What did you tell him?" he inquired, eyes sparkling.
Sharon shrugged, "I talked to him about my ex-husband. Obviously, he's not a fan, nor am I," she nodded. The doctor returned the nod.
"Very good. Well, hey, glad that worked, and you might have to continue with stories of the ex later if he doesn't wake up soon. I've gone over his tests and all. He's stable, but we are still watching for clots. That can happen at any time. Often, they seem to be doing just fine, and then we get one. We'll continue to monitor him. If you don't mind, I'm going to do my exam, and then we'll go from there," he explained.
"Of course," Sharon nodded. "I'll just go freshen up while you do that, and I'll be right back."
When Sharon returned, the doctor reported that Andy was still stable, and he saw no changes in him. He left her with Andy, promising to check on him before his shift ended again, and if Sharon saw anymore change, she was to alert the nurse who would call him. She resumed her seat next to his bed.
"So, why don't you wake up and tell me when exactly you fell in love with me, Andy?" Sharon prodded him. "I've had a lot of time to think, trying to pinpoint it, figure out when you started acting differently. The problem is it has to have been a long time, Andy. I am thinking that things really started changing for you, for us, back even at Nicole's wedding. Am I right? Oh, we danced so much that evening. My feet hurt the next day," she chuckled. "Of course, had I not worn those incredibly high heels, that might not have been a problem, but you really liked those shoes. You told me three times. I think that evening I realized what a kind man you are. I already knew I enjoyed working with you-we'd come a long way even then from when I started at Major Crimes, and before that even. I realized just how much you love your family and those closest to you. I guess another time you really surprised me is the day my divorce was finalized. You knew it was an oddly tough and weird day for me, and yet, you didn't push. Not many men would show up on my doorstep, after your AA meeting of course, with dessert to share. You knew me so well. You gave me time to be alone and think, but you made sure to know you were there for me as my best friend. Andy, you always seem to know what I need, and right now I need you to wake up." Sharon was met with silence, so she pulled up the blanket, clasped his hand in hers, and settled in for the night. Hopefully, he would have a good night, and the morning would bring about an awake Andy.