Andy just followed his feet, his mind losing the battle down to her office. I can't believe I am about to do this. Once he was near her office, he just stopped to observe her for a quick minute. Only Sharon can make work look appealing. He watched her as she gently tapped her ink pen against her lips and discarding a report and picking up another. Just knock on the door idiot you know there's no turning back now.
Sharon's day was going by very smoothly, sure it had its small hitch with Andy this morning. I still can't believe I asked about Connie. Staring at the vast amount of paperwork she needed to finish, her mind kept distracting her. Well, I rather be in the murder room at least I can be around Andy. Ever since Jack brought to her attention of her little "slip up" during sex, her mind kept wandering off. Paperwork! I have to get back to work. She picked up one of the reports and began to read over it again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, and putting the end of the pen into her mouth she forced herself to focus.
Knock HMMM She hummed as her eyes took in Andy standing in the doorway to her office. Hands in his pocket and looking like he rather be anywhere else then here before her. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Captain." She shook her head and gestured for him to take a seat, laying the pen on her desk and focusing her complete attention on him.
"Not at all, Lieutenant." Getting to her feet she waited until Andy took the offered seat and sat back down. "What can I do for you?"
"I just wanted to come down and personally thank you for the invitation for dinner tonight..." He slowed his sentence when he noticed she stopped smiling and raised her eyebrow wanting an explanation now. Andy couldn't help but wonder why the color was slowly draining out of her face. When Jack had called him earlier this morning, he had planned on declining the invite. Knowing he did not want to sit at a table watching Sharon and Jack go through the motions of being married. What actually got him to say yes to Jack's invitation was his big curiosity to see her interact with him. "Jack..."
Sharon held up her hand to stop him, "Jack did what now?" JACK! getting back up to her feet and walking around her desk towards him shaking her head now. Andy squirmed in his chair sensing the anger that was quickly building up inside of her, then following her movements to her office door she grabbed the handle and gently closed the door. She slowly turned back to face him, crossing her arms she started to speak but he beat her to it.
"Umm are you okay?" He asked as he stood up, finding that it was better for him to look down to her then be under that intense gaze of hers. "Listen I don't know what is going on. I haven't heard from Jack in a while, and out of the blue today he calls me for dinner tonight with the two of you."
"Yes, I'm fine. As for Jack, well I was under the impression that he was leaving today." Sticking her hands into her blazer pockets and shifting her weight onto her right foot. Andy found refuge when his fingers gripped a toothpick out of his pocket and placing it in his mouth. This was getting awkward really fast, and internally he was blaming his feet for this. Sharon couldn't believe Jack would actually do this, he knew full well she did not like being put on the spot, and certainly didn't like surprises. Jack and his bruised ego trying to repair the damages she caused yesterday by inviting Andy to see how much of her so called fantasy was actually true. He is going to regret this.
"Oh." Taking this as a cue to leave, he moved past her reaching for the knob. Freezing when her hand gently touched his to stop him. He turned his head to look at her, once his eyes met hers she took her hand away and ran it through her hair. She looked so cute as he took her in, she looked like she was struggling to come up with anything to say. Dropping her hands to her side devoid of her pockets.
"Andy, you can join me for dinner. Jack however will not be there." Sharon smiled genuinely at him, and relaxed her body as Andy's nervous energy was replaced with a smile. "So if you can make do with the witch instead of the Wizard I would love for you to come." Oh god did I really just invite him over?
Reaching for his toothpick he pulled it out of his mouth and smiled. "Is this an actual invitation? Like is there really going to be dinner or have the Raydors' gone nutso?" He twirled his finger near his head, and smiled even more when she lightly giggled quickly covering her mouth with her hand.
hmm "I can't speak for Jack, but yes please come to dinner." Interrupted by her phone ringing on her desk she put up one finger to excuse herself. Andy couldn't help but think okay feet you were on to something, dinner with just Sharon now. Don't get too excited about that, you are not blind, you did just see her with Jack yesterday. Well, why isn't he going to be there. Which begs the question... Why? Reaching for her and grimacing when she saw Jack's name pop up, hitting the ignore button she turned back to Andy. "So dinner, how about..." glancing at her watch and quickly doing the calculations "8ish?"
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Andy sat at his desk going over everything that happened in Sharon's office. It didn't take a genius to know she was angry at Jack, for what he didn't know. Why would Jack inviting him to dinner set her off on a tear at her husband. Maybe she is worried he will start drinking again if I come around? His life was no secret, she had access to his file she knew every single incident that involved him and the bottle on the job, and some off the job that called for FID to come investigate. Hell Jack had even helped bailing him out a few times acting as his lawyer pro bono.
That was another line he knew he would be crossing, and constantly reminded him of his friendship with Jack. Their paths haven't crossed in many years, they weren't exactly best friends. Andy still had a reputation to hold at the LAPD, being friends with a lawyer wasn't exactly garnering any populartity votes. Remembering the first night he crossed paths with Jack, the guy was hilarious and the stories he told were welcome to his ears. Andy couldn't help but be reeled in by his charm.
He never really understood how Jack reeled in the ice queen of FID, Andy had his run ins with Sharon years before he ever met her husband. "Listen sugar tits, just write up your report so I can get back to some real work." She merely smirked at him, as she continued to scribble in her little black notebook. Eliciting a small annoyed hum, once she finished her eyes looked up at him.
"Once your blood alcohol levels make it to my desk then I can completely finish my report, and then you may have the oppurtunity to get back to some real work." Flipping the book shut, and sticking the pen into her pocket she turned to leave. "Just a suggestion, lay off the drinking to better serve. I for one would actually be grateful."
That hit a nerve in Andy the way she said for one, it was no secret on the force that his wife was at her wits end with him. Throwing him out of the house only months prior, and his drinking ending up becoming more of a past time as a result. They had their issues, and the more Andy drank the more of an asshole he became. "Go sing your song somewhere else lady." Hell even sober Andy was a jerk, his remark didn't phase her she smiled again and turned away.
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"Jack I don't know what you were even THINKING?" She was doing a final sweep of her apartment making sure she grabbed everything he brought along this time and throwing it all on the couch. "Pack it all up you are not staying here tonight!"
"Babe, I don't get what the big deal is?" Jack spoke as he started to fold his clothes she just strew along the couch and neatly started to pack his suitcase. Sharon was stomping down the hallway to the guest bathroom, and coming back with an armload of toiletries. "I already called in the order, and I PAID for it. Hell, before you even came flying in that door" He pointed at the entrance to the apartment. "I was just about to phone Provenza and invite him along too." That stopped her in her tracks, throwing out a loud UGH.
"Let me get this clear for you Jack!" She trudged up to him, and dropping his things onto the floor. "Never in this lifetime is Louie Provenza going to accept an invitation from you or ME, and you know this JACK! You of all people know this! I know exactly what game you are playing at here." She turned away from him swinging her arms wildly as she reached her door, jerking it open and waving him out. "I for one am not going to just sit back, and let you con me into your traps anymore. Get out."
Jack bent down to retrieve his cologne, shaving scream and a few other items. "Okay Shar, you win this round." HA she exclaimed, as Jack dumped the rest of the contents in his suitcase and shutting it. "I guess I can call Andy and let him know dinner is off."
"Already taken care of Jack, I always take care of your mess." She said icily, and watched as he slumped out. "It would be wise to not call for a while." She slammed the door behind him, a small part of her felt bad. She hadn't meant to lose her cool, but the moment she walked into the apartment and heard him on the phone with her favorite restuarant ending his order and paying for it she just started yelling. At least he paid for the food, now to clean this apartment before he arrives.
