AN: By reader request here is the final installment, of this already completed story...hope it was worth the wait.

Andy rolled over in his bed surprised to find it empty. When he fell asleep there was another warm body next to him. Well at least he thought there was, although given the level of daydreaming his brain was doing lately he couldn't swear to anything. Rubbing the back of his head he let out a yawn. His imagination certainly was in overdrive the last few weeks. Despite his best attempts to forget about, ignore, or redirect his feelings he was failing miserably.

Yesterday he stared at another brunette. She was young and very attractive, built like someone else he knew. He tried to flirt with her, shamelessly in fact, but it didn't come as naturally as his normal charm. Not to mention the whole felony robbery in progress bit, that certainly put a damper on things, but that wasn't why the woman left him feeling empty. As he walked into the murder room and found himself face to face with the one-true brunette he bowed his head. Everyone else would assume it was out of shame for getting into another one of Provenza's schemes that backfired, never guessing the real reason. The minute he saw Sharon he felt guilty for flirting with "Bonnie," for trying to replace her with someone so empty.

Sharon stood with Brenda discussing the case, but caught Andy out of the corner of her eye. He looked like one of the nuns put him in the corner after whacking his knuckles. Figuring that he was just upset for having gotten in trouble with the boss, or for getting caught up in another scheme, she was reluctant to read anything else into it, but something kept nagging her. He kept stealing glances at her throughout the entire investigation. When she moved it felt like he moved with her, it was a strange sensation one that made her feel as though the lines between reality and lustful dreams were blurring.

They stood close to one another in the back of the elevator as they rode down with Frank and Liz. He smelled her perfume filling the elevator car, it made him delirious and he nearly forgot to step out when they reached the lobby. Not knowing what prompted her she lightly grabbed at the bottom of his jacket, giving it a gentle tug. Her hands were so close to his thigh that they both felt the heat of one another's presence. Their eyes met briefly, it seemed as though something had changed that perhaps they were sharing the same thought but the moment was broken as quickly as it came. The two gave Frank some space as they walked around the block, neither one talking but strangely enjoying the comfortable silence. The night air was cool for July. Sharon let out an involuntary shiver. Andy instinctively came behind her and rub his hands on her shoulders. He immediately stopped when he realized what he was doing, and to who. This wasn't a dream. They were at work and meant to be tending to the "evidence" not to the potential desire, potentially shared between them. Once more Liz and Frank interrupted the moment, a bit more thankfully this time.

Liz stopped Andy in the hallway when they returned, "She's not your usual type." Her insightful observation caught him by surprise, he had no idea anyone would notice him drooling over the Captain. He spun around to answer her, but she shook her head, "I think she'd be good for you. Give you a run for your money," Frank gave a tug on his leash and she followed before stopping and giving one last remark, "Just be sure before you go down that road. She deserves more than being a conquest." With that she walked away. His jaw dropped, Liz saw right through him, but he thought she was wrong about just wanting a one-night stand with Sharon. In the months since the bean bag incident, he found himself trying to get to know her better, well at least being polite. The little bit of information he gathered about her the more he wanted to be with her, not just in her.

After everyone else stepped out of the electronics room, Sharon found herself alone with Liz and Frank. Andy was sitting with their "Clyde" while the others were taking Bonnie to an interview room. He was wearing his leather jacket still from the undercover operation they ran the night before. She couldn't help the little sigh that escaped her lips as she stared at him, she always liked him in that coat. After he was stabbed she was worried that it was ruined, but it seemed to have survived the attack better than Andy.

"You know he feels the same way, don't you?" Liz asked.

Sharon nearly dropped the file in her hand, mouth sputtering searching for words.

"He's crazy about you in fact," she stood up and moved towards the door ready to track down her ex, "I know what it's like to have a rough marriage, don't miss out on your own chance to be happy."

Sharon sat there stunned, completely floored with what just happened. Was she that obvious? And was she right that Andy was interested in her too? She thought she saw signs recently, certainly felt something tonight, but had all but convinced herself it was in her head. After all she was married, what did she know about picking up guys.

It took her awhile to collect herself before she could leave the sanctuary of the electronics room. She hoped that Liz would be gone when she made her quick walk through the murder room in an effort to quietly sneak back down to the fourth floor. She was unlucky on all accounts. She nearly ran into Andy as she walked down the hall. Feeling his hands on her again was electric. Their eyes met once more before she apologized for not watching where she was going. Then the Chief stopped her, looking for moral support or some reassurances.

"I can't believe I had to beg Pope to let me investigate this murder with you," Brenda said obviously frustrated.

"It's hard being close to people you work with. It's always hard. If you gotta be patient with people that drive you crazy. I find that the good relationships sometimes depend on what you're willing to overlook." Sharon touched Brenda's shoulder. She had no doubt that Brenda would think that she was referring to her, as someone that drives her crazy, but in that moment it was about someone else entirely. She spotted him out of the corner of her eye standing near Julio's desk logging evidence. She purposefully turned the other way to leave to avoid making eye contact with either Andy or Liz. She needed a moment to think about everything before she dealt with Andy — if she even planned on talking to him at all.

Liz and Andy watched the flirting between Fritz and Brenda as they walked into her office and closed the door.

"Liz, the department owes you a thank you for all you've done." He said wanting any excuse to look away from the obvious happenings with his boss and her husband.

"Aw, you're welcome Andy," she said pulling him into a hug. Before she pulled away she whispered something into his ear, "Call her. You won't regret it."

She quickly changed the subject, moving onto the ex-wives club leaving Andy to stand in the murder room once again with jumbled thoughts. Reluctantly he moved back to his chair and stared out the window. He wasn't sure why Liz told him to call Sharon. Sure he wanted to, he wanted any excuse to talk to her or even spend time with her, but why would she bother with an old-washed up drunk like him.

He heard giggling from the other side of the door and turned to catch Liz and Provenza walking out. Taking a deep breath he picked up the phone and dialed downstairs, before he could lose his nerve.

Andy rolled over and grabbed his phone. It was 8:20. He never slept in that late. There weren't any missed messages, so he set it back down and rolled back onto his stomach. His face buried into the pillow. It smelled like her. He took a deep breath.

"Are you trying to smother yourself?" Sharon asked as she used the towel in her hand to dry the ends of her hair.

Andy sat up and threw the pillow to the side, "You're still here?"

"Yes," she gave him a puzzled look, "Am I supposed to be somewhere else?"

"No, uh, it's just, uh, I thought you left is all. I rolled over and you weren't there," he said trying to recover from his earlier statement.

"Do you want me to be there?" Her voice was shy and softer than usual.

Her question filled Andy was surprising confidence, "Yes, I do." He gave the bed a pat gesturing for her to come sit by him, "That looks a little big on you." He pointed to the light lavender colored button-up shirt he wore the other day. He didn't have much time to come home and change into the undercover clothes that he left his suit draped across the chair, where she must have nicked it.

She had rolled up the long sleeves a bit, showing her wrists as she continued to towel dry her hair. Andy took one of her hands in his and brought his lips to her bare wrists and left soft kisses. "What about you, any interesting in being here?" Looking up when she hummed, he grinned and sucked gently on her pulse point before letting go.

"Maybe. Perhaps. A growing interest. I guess it depends," she replied a bit nonchalantly.

"Hmm is that so, on what exactly?" He asked moving the collar out of his way as his lips made their way down her neck.

Her face gave nothing away, but as he was quickly learning her eyes betrayed her thoughts, "On whether that thing you did last night was a one-off, or if you're capable of a repeat performance?"

He returned to nibbling on her clavicles, "Oh I see. And what thing exactly are you referring to?" He asked knowing very well what she was referring to.

"If I have to spell it out, then I'm going to assume that it was a fluke," she moved as if she was going to get off the bed.

He held her in place, "Well it was no fluke, I can tell you that," he kissed her lips, "so I take it you liked it?" Once again he knew the answer, but wanted to hear her say it.

She took his face with both hands and placed a searing kiss on his lips, sucking down on his bottom lip giving it a little bite before letting go, "What do you think?"

Andy rolled them over and made quick work of undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, exposing her bare flesh. He took immediate note of her lack of underwear and gave her a filthy smirk. "I see someone was being hopeful."

She shrugged, "Just hadn't gotten around to it."

His lips hungrily pursued hers as he used his hands to hold her arms above her head. While they only shared the one night together, they quickly learned about their tastes and he found that when she couldn't touch him or herself it drove her wild. He raised his head and looked at her red swollen lips. Her hair was a damp unruly mess framing her face. There wasn't an ounce of make-up on her face, and yet he swore he had never seen someone look as beautiful as she did in that moment. He felt her shift below him, bucking her hips to meet his. If she couldn't use her hands, she wasn't above using any other bit of anatomy to feel his skin on hers.

He shook his head at her and pressed his hips to hers and he slowly slid down her body, still holding her arms. She let out a moan as she reveled in the heavy contact. His lips found their home. Another thing he learned about Sharon the previous night was how sensitive and responsive she was to breast play. He maneuvered his hands, keeping one above her head and brought the other one down to her right breast, massaging it, while his tongued swirled the nipple of the other. The way she breathed and how pink her chest turned when he played with her, he thought that he would be able to bring her to orgasm without even touching her. It would be a theory to challenge another day, this morning he was asked for a repeat performance and he was determined to give it to her.

He switched hands and began massaging the other breast when he felt her wrap her legs around his midsection and pull him towards her. His cock brushing up against her. Never had he been with a woman that was so strong, so passionate, so demanding for his cock before. She might be a little on the other side of 50, but there was nothing about her drive to suggest it. She was as full of lust and desire as he was, matching him thrust for thrust last night.

He brought both hands back up above her head and pulled back from her breasts. She gave a little pout at the loss of contact, "Now, didn't I hear you ask for a repeat of that thing from last night?"

A mischievous grin came across her face as she nodded and bit her lip. Something they both learned very quickly would set Andy off. How he'd handle that at work he had no idea, but it was a thought for another time.

"Well if you keep doing that," he looked down to where she was trying to join them, "Then we won't get there."

He could see the look on her face, she was torn. She wanted the thing from last night, but she also really wanted his cock. He saw in her eyes the moment she made the decision, but still wasn't prepared for her action. She pulled her arms out from under his hands, squeezed his hips with her legs, and flipped them. Before he could properly adjust to the new position she plunged herself down on to him. They both let out a satisfied groan, but remained still. All of this was still so new, and as much as their passion and desire made them want to rush they also wanted to savor it for as long as possible.

"So, no swirl—" he started to say when she leaned forward and cut him off with a kiss.

Her breasts dangling up above him, were magnates, his hands immediately latched on, palming them as she dueled with his tongue. When they finally pulled apart for the sake of air she responded cheekily, "I was thinking you could do that while I watch the game later?"

He laughed, "Is that so. So while you're watching the Dodgers I will be giving you another ride. Won't that be distracting?"

"No, you can do it during the seventh inning stretch," she smiled proud of herself for the ingenious thought, "Besides their hot new rookie of a pitcher Kershaw should be off the mound by then. You won't distract me from the game."

The woman knew her sports, it was another thing that made him so hot he nearly got a hard-on just thinking about it. "That sounds like a challenge to me."

She shrugged, "Maybe."

Andy gave her ass a little slap, "we shall see." His mouth took her nipple in and sucked hard causing her to yell out. Andy was surprised at how vocal of a lover she was proving to be. Not only did she physically respond to his touch, but she let out the most beautiful sounds.

Her hips bucked at the little slap, finally beginning to find a rhythm as they worked against his. She kept him buried deep inside, despite knowing that he probably wanted to thrust — and watch. Her clit rubbed up against his pubic hair creating a delicious amount of friction and pressure. Andy's hands moved down her sides and came to rest on her hips helping her rock back and forth. He knew if he let her ride this one out, he'd be handsomely rewarded later. Her hands pushed down on his chest as she bent forward slightly changing the angle. His cock felt that soft, spongey space just inside and knew she was close as he saw her nipples harden. Her pace quickened. Her nails began clawing at his skin. He moved his hands down to her ass propping her up slightly to give her a little more leverage as her thrusts became more erratic until she finally felt that tightness in her belly deepen. Andy knew the moment she came. Her walls tightened. Her juices poured out of her as she came. Her pace finally began to slow as she laid her body atop his, chest pounding, breathing hard.

He played with her hair, waiting for her to catch her breath before moving. After their tryst in kitchen, and then the couch, and finally the bedroom, he knew she could have another if he just gave her a little time to recover.

After a few minutes she rolled off him, still panting but mostly recovered. He turned to face her and smiled, "Better?"

"Much," she said caressing his cheek.

She felt his cock, covered in her wetness gently gliding up and down her leg, "I'm going to need another shower," she joked.

"Maybe I'll join you," he pulled back the shirt and kissed the inside of her shoulder. His fingers barely touching her as they moved down the valley of her breasts down to her navel. Her skin immediately covered in goosebumps. The burning returned to her center, she needed him again.

She moved onto her knees and glanced over at Andy. He got the hint and moved onto his knees as well.

"This has to go," he said reaching for the shirt still draping her flesh, "I need to feel your skin." His hands went up to the collar and gently pulled back as she moved her arms to the sides, so it came off in one swoop. She stayed sitting on her calves as he moved closer behind her. He pushed her now barely damp hair to the side and pulled her in for an embrace. His hands wrapping to her front holding onto her breasts as his cock pushed against her lower back. He nipped at her shoulders before she gave him a warning glare — the second rule of being with Sharon was no leaving marks where they might be seen. Every where else, was fair game, it was a rule he could live with.

She bent forward, resting her weight on her hands as she lifted her ass up into the air. Andy moved his hands around to her back and slowly with one hand he caressed each bump from her spine until he met the curve of her ass. He used one finger to move from her spine down between her cheeks until it met with her opening. Her whole body shivered under her touch. It was almost too much. She needed him in her again. Her hips moved back to urge him along. He didn't ignore the signal and positioned himself behind her. He spread her cheeks apart and watch as he slowly pushed himself in. It was a beautiful sight, one that he would never let go of. He hoped that like looking at the sun he would burn the image into his retinas, seeing it every time he closed his eyes.

He kept the pace slow for only a minute longer, they were both worked up and in need of a release. He placed two hands on her hips and leaned back slightly as he began to thrust more rapidly. His balls began to tighten, he could feel his orgasm coming soon. He moved on hand around and began to rub on her clit. He felt her walls squeezing him, she was nearly there. His movement became fast and wild. She cried out from the pleasure as she pushed her hips back up against him, hungry for her orgasm. He pushed himself as deep as he could and she screamed as it finally hit. She felt the burst of warm fluid filling her as his movement began to slow. They remained bent on their knees for another minute before stiffness and old age cried for them to change positions. Andy grabbed his boxers from the floor and handed them to her to wipe off the cum dripping down her thigh, before stepping into the bathroom. She stretched out her legs and immediately curled back up waiting for him to return.

Sharon snuggled up against him, as Andy began to doze off. She had put the shirt back on, much to Andy's disappointment. He was hoping she was lay completely naked next to him, but he couldn't fault her if this was more comfortable for her. At the end of the day he didn't care what she wore as long as she was here next to him. She played nervously with the cuffs of the shirt that had been pulled down after he gently yanked it off her earlier. "Did you really keep it," she whispered softly.

"Hmm," he muttered balancing in that state between awake and asleep.

"The bean bag. Did you really keep it?" She asked again.

He squeezed her shoulder and placed a kiss in her hair, "Of course I did." She let out a low hum and buried her face into the crook of his neck before he added, "A momento of changing feelings."