A/N: HAPPY MARY?MAJOR CRIMES MONDAY! Here is the epilogue. It's also a Flynn and Provenza episode this week so here's some shenanigans from our two favorite boys! Thank you so much for your reads and reviews and all of the favorites and just ugh, you guise are amazing. One last shout out to themagnificentsquid because really without her to fangirl with there would have been no story so here it goes. Also these characters are so not mine there the bbs of James Duff and I'm just taking them out to play and will put them back relatively unharmed.

Provenza was pleasantly buzzed. The combination of alcohol, the sense of accomplishment at a job well done, and being around good friends was enough to put his mood above begrudging to actually nice. Mike was in the middle of a story about his med school days that involved lab rats and a skittish TA. He got to the punchline and everyone laughed. Provenza let out a particularly loud guffaw. He was always a little loud after a few drinks.

His gaze spanned the group, still smiling, until he got to the couple across from him. The word to use was definitely couple. Andy was whispering something in the captain's ear, there was no space between them, at all. Sharon laughed, looking into Flynn's eyes. Much to Provenza's dismay she looked absolutely twitterpated. He blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the complexity of the scene in front of him. He must have been more drunk than he thought because he was 90% certain that they were going to start making out in front of everybody. And where were their hands?!

Provenza didn't even give the pretense of dropping a napkin before he bent over to look under the table. There they were clear as day, it wasn't good enough for them to just be holding hands, their fingers were intertwined and everything!

He shot up, his head barely missing the table. "Flynn!"

Still smiling at Sharon, Andy turned reluctantly. "Yes?"

"We need another round, and you're gonna help me get it."

Andy looked at Sharon, confused, then at Sanchez, who was sitting between him and the booth exit. Then back at Provenza. "I'm kinda stuck here."

"Sanchez is young, he won't mind moving out of the way. Right?" Provenza turned to the other man for confirmation.

He looked very confused but still answered. "Yes, sir."

Provenza smiled. "Good."

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"How long?" Provenza tapped his fingers against the bar.

Andy's face scrunched up in confused annoyance. "I'm cutting you off, what the hell is wrong with you? How long what?"

Provenza's face stayed flat. "You and the captain, how long?"

The blood drained from Andy's face. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. How long!?"

"About..." He checked his watch. "Three hours."

The older man looked horrified, his mouth gaping open. He managed to splutter out. "You mean to say that when I called the captain, you two were..." He flailed his arms around too done to even speak.

Andy smiled smugly, it wasn't often that he made the other man speechless. "I mean to say." He nodded his head in double confirmation.

Provenza shuddered. "I feel violated."

Flynn couldn't help himself. "Well if you hadn't have called when you did, she would have..." He didn't get to finish.

"No don't. No." He held up his hand to stop the words. "I still have to go to work Monday and be able to look that woman in the eye."

Still smiling Andy agreed. "Okay."

"Tonight could you two refrain from playing footsie under the table?"

Andy nodded.

"And for God sakes Flynn, leave room for Jesus." With that Provenza grabbed the drinks tray and went back to their table.

The End...for real this time