Sharon woke the following morning to pre-dawn light coming through her bedroom window, the curtains pushed aside and useless against the weak sunlight. She stretched her arms above her head as a warmth around her registered in her still-sleeping mind. She blinked her eyes open to see Andy asleep beside her, his arm firmly around her waist. A smile crossed her lips and she checked the time before she settled into him, allowing her head to rest against his chest. He stirred and held her closer, but didn't wake. With still a few hours before she had to get up for work, she allowed her eyes to close. Andy felt comfortable beside her and it didn't take long before she drifted back off to sleep in his arms.

Her alarm woke her a few hours later, causing Andy to finally wake as well. He groaned loudly beside her and she felt him roll over, pulling the warmth and blankets from her. She pouted sleepily but sat up instead of taking the blankets back. Her glasses were on her face by the time Andy was awake enough to grumble, "It's too damn early…"

A soft laugh fell from Sharon as she slid out of bed, allowing her hand to caress Andy's arm as she moved. "I'm sorry," she murmured, a yawn quickly following. She was quiet for a moment in thought. "You're welcome to stay and sleep in… I won't kick you out just after sunrise."

He shook his head and sat up, raking his fingers through his hair and disheveling it further. "No, I should get home. Shower and change, things like that," he murmured and she could still see the sleep in his eyes.

"If you're sure. Do you… want breakfast before you leave?" She shifted beside her bed, fingers fiddling with the hem of the shirt she had pulled on before they fell asleep the previous night. She felt they had crossed the line of a one night stand, and she wasn't sure where this encounter now fell.

"I don't want to impose…" He looked up at her and smiled at the sight. She only wore her shirt and he could see a glimpse of her black underwear the she moved. "I can make breakfast for you while you get ready," he offered instead.

"Oh. Only if you want to." She looked surprised for a moment and he smiled again. "Um, everything should be in the kitchen. Batter and all that. Just shout if you need anything. She watched as Andy nodded and pulled his boxers on before disappearing into the hallway.

They parted ways an hour later, Andy returning home to change before work. Sharon's thoughts were occupied the entire way into her new office and she was grateful to have the privacy as she sank into her chair behind her desk, the blinds and door closed. She knew her team was busy and most were still a little iffy about her, so she didn't expect the knock on her door nearly an hour after arriving.

"Come in," she called after a moment, her pen tapping against the stack of paperwork on her desk.

She looked up to see Andy walk in with two cups of coffee and a sheepish smile. "This is for screwing up coffee this morning. I thought you might want it after getting up so early. I know I needed it." He laughed a little and set the cup on her desk, careful to avoid the stacks of files.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," she picked up the cup and took a sip, a smile crossing her lips, "but it's perfect. And I think the coffee maker did more damage to you." She couldn't help the laugh that followed her words; Andy's laugh was too contagious.

"I wanted to, and you don't seem to be complaining," he teased. Sharon rolled her eyes and wrapped both hands around the cup as she leaned forward on her desk.

"I'm not interrupting you, am I? I can go back down to my own floor." He laughed again and she shook her head.

"No, just paperwork. Although if you have work to do, that might be best. You might raise some eyebrows if you're up in IA for too long without a write up and your partner will complain, at least." She smiled as she referenced Provenza, the many objections Andy had made about him the previous night sticking in her head.

"Oh, he can shut it. I will need an excuse if I'm going to be up here more often." He looked thoughtful for a moment and Sharon watched him, her eyebrow arching up briefly.

She knew it was dangerously close to defining what their relationship was and was becoming and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. The flutter in her stomach tried to combat how she felt.

"Are you going to be up here more often?" she asked carefully, trying not to let her tumultuous emotions show on her face.

"I'd like to be. If you'll let me, that is." He shifted his weight as he stood on the other side of her desk, his hand holding his cup of coffee close to his chest. He took a sip, but he didn't look away from her.

"I'd like that too," she agreed after a moment, her eyes slowly looking him over. Despite their surroundings, she found herself thinking all too easily about the previous night in her bed. It caused a flush to rise on her cheeks that she tried hard to ignore. "As long as we… take it slowly."

He nodded immediately. "I can do that. Whatever you're comfortable with, Sharon." He smiled and she returned it after a brief moment. "Are we still doing Chinese and unpacking tonight?"

"If your'e up for it. I could use the help." She tilted her head a little and took another sip of her coffee.

"I'll be there." He smiled and poked her blinds aside so he could peek out. "I should get going. I'll grab the Chinese and meet you there around…. Seven?"

"Seven sounds fine. Thank you, Andy." She held the coffee up toward him as she thanked him and took another drink.

"My pleasure. See you later." He grinned and walked out of her office, the door closing firmly behind him.