Thank you so much for the support for this story! One reviewer was wondering how many chapters it will be, and the answer is twelve. Another reviewer wondered if the rest of the team has noticed anything between Sharon and Andy, and I would say probably not up to this point. There is a short reference to them in an upcoming chapter, however. Thanks for the great questions! If you have any more, feel free to ask. And as always, I welcome your feedback.

I do not own Major Crimes or any of the fabulous characters.

Chapter Seven

She had him pressed up against the wall of her foyer. Her hands frantically searching for skin. He felt his shirt being yanked out of his pants and her seeking hands slipping under his t-shirt to caress the skin on his torso. Her lips were covering his in sloppy, uncoordinated kisses that we're starting to have the opposite effect than what she intended. When she ran her small hand down the front of his pants and gripped him firmly through his layers of clothing, he felt the panic rising up from his gut.

"I can't do this," he breathed, finally managing to free his lips from her dominating mouth. She giggled.

"I think this big boy begs to differ," she replied squeezing his hardening length. At that moment, Andy wanted to curse his virility. He pushed her away lightly.

"I'm sorry-" Andy started, but realized that he couldn't remember her name. Was it Hannah? Hailey? Screw it, he thought. "I just can't do this," he said tucking his shirt back in. The young bubbly blond turned her features into a pout, and Andy was sure she thought it was sexy.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while," she replied, licking her lips seductively.

"It's a tempting offer, but there's somebody else and-" he said, but she cut him off.

"Wait? You're not single? You told me you were!" She protested. He rolled his eyes. What had he been thinking going home with this girl? Well, he knew exactly what he was thinking - she was nothing like Sharon and he just wanted to get over her. To get her out of his head, and more importantly, out of his heart. Clearly, it had been a flawed plan.

"Relax. I'm not seeing anyone. I'm just..." He trailed off unsure how to answer.

"Hung up on someone?" She supplied and he nodded. "Well, I'm very good at making men forget," she assured him with seduction written over every inch of her. Andy didn't doubt her words. The problem was, he didn't want to forget. Not really. He simply wanted Sharon. He wanted to stop the all-encompassing ache he had been feeling deep down in his chest since they made the disastrous decision to take each other to bed.

"I'll have to take your word for it," he said before turning and heading towards her front door.

"Oh, Detective," she sing-songed unaware of the fact that she was using the wrong rank. At least she remembered he was a cop, Andy thought. He couldn't even remember her name. He turned around to face her and was surprised to see that she had untied her wrap dress and was standing there holding it open. He was also surprised to see that she wasn't wearing a damn thing under it. She really was sex on a stick. All tight, toned muscles and perky round breasts. Andy indulged in the sight for a moment, but quickly turned back towards her door and left. She was nothing compared to Sharon. Nobody was.

Provenza wasn't a fan of being woken up in the middle of the night to loud, incessant pounding on his front door. In the interest of preventing whoever was bothering him at this ungodly hour from waking his entire neighborhood, he threw on his robe and trudged down his long hallway to his front door. He threw it open with all intentions of reaming out whomever was on the other side when he caught a glimpse of the broken man standing there. It rendered him speechless for the briefest of moments.

"Flynn, what the hell happened to you? You look like shit!" He said, stating the obvious. Andy barely registered his partner's colorful description.

"Can I come in?" he asked, and Provenza could hear the sadness in his voice. He nodded and moved away so Andy could enter.

"You haven't been-" he started, but Andy knew what his partner was thinking, had anticipated it.

"Not a drop. If I had been drinking, I'd be in a much better mood," he said as he made his way to Provenza's living room and plopped down on his couch.

"Well, what is it then? Did something happen to your family?" Provenza asked carefully as he followed him. He had never seen Andy like this, and it was starting to really worry him.

"Everyone's fine. I screwed up," he said defeatedly. Provenza sat down in the chair facing him.

"What did you do this time," he asked, and Andy began slowly telling him the entire saga of what had transpired between him and Sharon. He didn't want to spill Sharon's secrets to one of her subordinates, but he had no other choice. There was no one else he could turn to with this situation. Normally, he would have gone to Sharon. She would have listened intently, graciously pointed out his mistakes, and offered excellent advice. But, clearly, that wasn't going to work this time. When he finished, Andy watched Provenza for his reaction. The older man shook his head and kept his focus straight ahead.

"Wow, Flynn, you really did screw up," he said finally. Andy laid his head against the back of the couch.

"I know," he said quietly.

"What the hell were you thinking sleeping with the captain? You just couldn't keep it in your pants, could you," Provenza complained.

"Obviously not, so what the hell do I do now?" He asked annoyed. Provenza's anger seemed to deflate.

"How are things between you now?" He asked. Andy shrugged.

"Fine, but that's part of the problem. She left my house all distraught after we-" Andy began to explain, but redirected when he saw Provenza's balking face. "And now, she's acting like nothing happened and everything is fine".

"Maybe it is. Have you spent any time alone with her since?" Provenza asked.

"No. It's been over a week, but we've been busy. I want to talk to her, but she seems to have moved on from the whole thing," he said.

"What is it you want, Flynn?" Provenza asked suddenly. Andy's brows creased in confusion. "With her. What is it you ultimately want?"

"Ultimately?" He asked and Provenza nodded. "I want her. I want a relationship and everything that goes with it," he admitted. Provenza nodded.

"You have feelings for her. Well, the way I see it, you have three options," he explained and Andy waited for his response. "Option one, you tell her how you feel".

"Nope, I can't do that," Andy protested. "That would push her away and I'd lose her completely".

"Ok, then option two, you stop being her friend and stop spending time with her and hope your feelings go away," Provenza said.

"That's no better than option one. I still lose her," Andy protested.

"Then there's option three, you do nothing. Pretend nothing happened and go back to being just friends. BUT, and I cannot stress this enough, Flynn, you stop this sleeping together nonsense," he explained.

"Yeah, I know," Andy replied, running a hand over his face. Provenza nodded sympathetically.

"First thing you do, though, is get some sleep. The guest room bed has clean sheets on it. Help yourself," he said getting up, ignoring his protesting knees. Andy nodded and got up as well. The two men began walking towards the back of the house to their respective bedrooms. Andy patted his partner on the shoulder.

"Hey... thanks," he stated simply. Provenza nodded.

"Just don't go making a habit of it".

TBC