Andy Flynn climbed back into Louie Provenza's car after his meeting, staring straight ahead.

"Well?" Provenza started.

"Well what."

"How did it go?" Louie glances to him, starting the car, "As bad as you thought it'd be?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He sighs heavily, staring out the window

Provenza nods, "Back home then?"

Andy doesn't exactly want to go home. He has no idea how he will be treated not only by his wife, but by his daughters that he knew were there waiting for him as well. He knew he wouldn't be able to bare the look of disgust on their faces. He could handle it with his AA group, but with Sharon and Mac...there was no way. "I have to get the car from the beach."

"I think it would be better if I just took you home." The shorter man glances to his friend as he pulls from the spot, "You need time with your wife."

"What are you a marriage counselor now?"

"No, but when you do things like this, you pull away. I'm not going to let you pull away from them, Flynn." Provenza sighs, "You got more on the line this time around."

"I had it on the line last time. Look what happened with that." Andy shakes his head, speaking with his hands, "I have a dead son and a daughter that was afraid to speak more or less tell me what was happening at home."

"Don't make the same mistake."

Luckily, his preferred place for his Alcoholics Anonymous meetings is only mere minutes from his home. He looks to the doorway, still sitting in the car. "Come on, Louie."

"Get the hell out of my car." Provenza grumbles, his hands enclosed on his steering wheel at 10 and 2. He cares a great deal for his friend and knows sometimes the only way to get through to his partner was to talk harshly to him.

Flynn swallows, opening the door and climbing from the car. He hears Provenza squeal off, knowing it would also alert his wife that he was home. He doesn't move from the sidewalk, almost frozen there.

Sharon hears the jarring sound from the car and rushes to the front door. She takes in the sight of her husband standing there. She feels her feet turn into cement for a moment as she stares at him and how small he seems. It's the weakest she's ever seen him, the most vulnerable. Even more than when he had his heart attack. Sharon starts to move to her husband, finally running to him. She wraps her arms around him tightly, letting tears spill from her eyes.

He swallows, instinctively wrapping his arms around her. Andy kisses the top of his wife's head, "I'm sorry." He whispers into her hair.

She quickly shakes her head, "Don't." Sharon collects herself just enough to look up at him, "Don't you ever do that to me again."

"I went to AA this morning-"

"I mean leave...and not..." She feels tears return to her eyes. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls his face down to be closer to her own and begins kissing him deeply, "And not tell me where you're going." Sharon finishes her statement after a few moments.

Andy nods almost absently, "Where are the girls?"

"Katie asked to see the baby...Mac drove." She kisses his lips again, "Come inside the house." Sharon doesn't exactly want to move, but she knows there's only one way they could possibly get there.

"I have another idea. Let's...Let's call a cab and have them drop us off at the beach. We can drive back with your car...that I left there last night."

"Must we go onto the beach? I'll have to bathe in sunscreen."

"And wear your big hat...we'll get an umbrella." His eyes dance ever so slightly as he looks at her, "I like the water and...you can wear that bikini that you were going to wear to Tahiti."

A grin creeps across her face. She knows just how much solstice the beach brings her husband. The sounds of the waves lapping against the sandy shoes brings pure relaxation to just about anyone. Relaxation is something she hasn't been able to attain in quite a while. "We were going to Tahiti?"

Andy shrugs, "Maybe someday. I know you bought it though...The red one with the gold buckles on the hips and between your girls." He nods towards her breasts. "We can call Mac...see if she'll stay with-"

"I'll take care of it." She kisses him again, "You still need to come in so we can get our things together. You need your swim trunks."

"And you need your big floppy hat." He takes her hand, walking to the modern home they share together.

Sharon never likes anything being spur of the moment, however, she knows her husband needs this. She sets up a beach bag, putting essentials into it, as well as her large bottle of sunscreen, "Andy." She calls to him.

Flynn jogs up the stairs, looking to her in their bedroom, "Yeah?" He smirks, taking in the sight of her body with a thin net-like cover up, "You look amazing."

"This old thing?" She grins, "I need you to put lotion on my back."

"Wouldn't it be easier to do this when we get there?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I don't want to burn on the walk from the car to the sand."

"You burn that fast?"

"Andy, I'm as white as the sheets on our bed." Sharon smirks to him, handing him the bottle.

Andy squeezes a dollop of the creamy lotion into the palm of his hand. He waits for her to lower her cover up before he begins massaging her back, "You're knotted up."

She closes her eyes, moaning softly, "Am I?"

"Yeah." He kisses the side of her neck, "All over, I bet."

She smirks, tilting her head to the side to offer him more room, "Probably."

Andy wraps his arms around his wife, massaging her protruding stomach, "I like this."

"Me too." Sharon grins, moving his hand to a particular area, "She's been poking here today."

"Never got to see this with Trudy. I worked when she was like this with my son and with my daughter...she kicked me out before she entered her second trimester." He kisses her shoulder.

"From the drinking?"

"Yeah. I think one of the contributing factors to my alcoholism then was that my wife wouldn't have me..." Andy kisses her shoulder.

"That's terrible." Sharon laces her fingers through his over the spot where the baby within her was kicking most.

"I don't think I'll ever have to worry about that with you." He kisses the side of her neck.

"Stop." Sharon quickly pulls away from him.

Andy watches her closely, "What's wrong?"

Swallowing, she shakes her head, attempting to get the flashback from it among other things, "Nothing. I have enough on. I don't want to use it up since I'll have to apply it again in a few hours."

He smirks, nodding as he rubs it on his own face, "Luckily, I tan really well."

"I can tell. Looks like you did yesterday...actually, you're a little burnt on your nose and cheeks." Sharon turns, kissing his lips softly, "Be careful. Wear your sunglasses."

Andy grins to her, "We've never been to the beach together."

"Not really. There was that crime scene with the girlfriend who murdered her boyfriend to sell his things...I think it was the Cassandra Mortin case, but other than that-"

"I don't really count that. It wasn't just us. I mean, I don't ever think it could be considered just us if Provena is within three feet."

"Good to know." Sharon grins, "Do you have cash? We're going to need an umbrella."

"Yeah, but maybe we should invest in one for next time." Andy nods, picking up the bag for her and taking hold of her hand as they walk, "Katie's never even been to the beach. Can you believe that? Almost four and she's never been."

"We'll take her soon." She opens the door, seeing a taxi waiting, "You called?"

"Yeah, while you were getting ready. I think you're going to be surprised."

"Why would I be surprised? It's a beach. All beaches are the same."

Andy shakes his head slowly, "Not this one, babe. Trees, so you might not even need that umbrella, secluded, away from the parking lots."

"Isn't that missing the entire point of going? To retrieve your car..." Sharon raises her eyebrow, watching him.

"It's where the car is." He nods, offering her a smile. The car ride isn't very long at the speeds it takes the driver. Andy grins, tipping him a little extra for going out of his way. He holds his hand out for his wife. "Welcome to Seclusion Cove."

"Tell me you didn't really name it that." Sharon grins, looking around. She holds his hand as they walk through the sand, setting their things up under a nice shady palm tree.

"And if I did?" He looks out at the water, keeping an arm around her as he drops the bag into the sand, "Would it be so bad?"

She can't believe just how beautiful the land is, the water lapping at the shore to welcome them. It seemed like they were on some island in a hide-away that no one knew of. They kept it to themselves, "This is beautiful." She whispers.

Andy nods a little, "Shar, I really am sorry about what happened. Really."

Sharon swallows, glancing up to meet his eyes, "Let me in. That's all I ask. Let me in."

"You're in, what do you mean?"

"You can't shut me out. You can't think that you can handle this on your own without support and love. It is impossible, Andy. I love you too much to let you go through that much pain."

Beginning to nod slowly, Andy leans in, kissing her softly, "Yeah, okay."

"I love you so much." Sharon places her hands on either side of his face kissing him again, "We're okay?"

"Of course we are." He starts humming and picks her hand up to his chest, slowly swaying, "I...I don't want nobody else if I...if I can't have you..." He sings into her ear.

A shiver runs down Sharon's spine. She hates that he thinks he has to make it up to her, but she'll take this. It's been a long time since it was just the two of them alone, "You know I...can't love nobody...unless I'm loving you..." She grins, singing back to him. She lays her head over his chest.

"The way you hug me, the way you squeeze me, the way you kiss me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. If I can't have you." They sing together, causing Sharon to fall into a fit of giggles. Andy grins, watching her and how bright she seems at that moment, "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life."

"Well." Sharon lies a large towel over the sand, sitting on it, "I guess it's a good thing we're married." She takes his hand, pulling him down to the towel.

Andy wraps his arms around her when he sits with her, just needing her close. He knows she feels the same way. It's this that is his anti-drug. This is what keeps him from the bottle. Hopefully, it would continue to be enough.