This chapter is quite short in comparison to the others, but I thought it should stand alone. Thanks again for all the lovely reviews. You're all awesome! Enjoy!

Sharon and Andy.

Flynn sauntered through the murder room with two red 7/11 coffee cups in either hand. Whatever Sharon had on this case, it had better be good. Not even the sight of her was enough to make him want to be out of bed and standing in the murder room at three in the morning. He rapped on her door jam with his knuckle and entered her office. She was wearing an oversized police hoodie and jeans and her hair was bushed back out of her face. She looked pretty, he thought to himself, as he examined her.

"Morning, captain," he muttered, setting one of the coffee cups down on her desk. He sat across from her and leaned back in the chair, exhausted.

"Morning, Andy. Thank you..." she smiled, taking the cup in her hands. "I'm sorry to drag you out of bed, but I think I may have something…and I think my daughter may be in danger." She couldn't hide the concerned look in her eyes. It was subtle, but Andy had come to recognize it well the last few months.

Andy straightened up and cleared his throat, "What do you mean, you think your daughter may be in danger? Did she ever make it home last night?"

Sharon nodded. She forgot to text him. Damn. "Yes, she came home, but she was a bit shaken up when she got there. Her date… a surgeon, mind you, told her some interesting facts about our current case. He knew where and when we found Amelia, and how she was killed. Needless to say, Christine was more than a little uncomfortable."

Andy winced. Having gotten everything off his chest about Abigail relieved some of the pressure, but it still pained him to think of Amelia lying in the morgue. He scratched his forehead and took a sip of his coffee, bothered that Sharon's family was being brought in to this, too. "You have a name for this guy? I can start with a background check and see if we can find any red flags on him tonight."

"Ah, yes. His name is James Reynolds, and he is a surgeon. Other than that, I don't know anything about him." She reached back and squeezed her own shoulders, rolling her head down towards her desk. She hadn't quite expected the exhaustion to set in this quickly, and her back was full of knots thanks to the stress of losing Christine earlier in the evening. Andy watched her carefully. If he looked closely, he could see she had black circles under her eyes, usually covered by her pristine make up. He'd never noticed how much of a toll the job seemed to take on Sharon sometimes until recently. Then again, he'd never really seen her as human until recently, either. She was easy to dismiss before, when he still thought of her as nothing more than a miserable bitch. Andy felt a pang of guilt as he looked on, studying her features. He really had been horrible to her in the past, but he had to respect her for holding her own. Even when the entire Major Crimes department made it blaringly obvious they didn't want her around, she often smiled, responded with some snark, and kept doing her job. He liked that she was strong. He was just sorry he was such an ass.

"You okay, Sharon?" his voice was quiet as he asked the question in to his coffee cup. Sharon smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes, just a little tense." She let go of her shoulders and pulled her sweatshirt off, then started to type on her keyboard, enjoying Andy's quiet company. "I've pulled his file," she muttered, concentrating on her computer screen as Andy concentrated on her form in just a cotton tank top.

Andy walked around Sharon's desk and settled in behind her, leaning against her chair as they looked through James' file. Sharon was very aware of how close Andy was to her now, and her cheeks reddened as she took in the subtle scent of his cologne. Trying to hold on to her composure and concentration, she moved her head side to side, and then refocused on the screen, willing herself to pay attention.

Andy reached up and rested his hands on Sharon's shoulders, squeezing them lightly. The action made Sharon jump and she laughed nervously, but didn't stop him. Andy began to work on her shoulders, keeping quiet as they both looked on at the screen, studying the file for anything that might stand out. He squeezed the flesh in between her shoulder blades and ran his thumbs up her neck, massaging her hairline. A quiet hum escaped her lips as he combed his fingers through her hair. The conflict was torture-she was thrilled he was that close to her, but disappointed he wasn't closer.

Sharon made a few notes as Andy rubbed her shoulders, trying hard to focus. He let his hands slip under the top of her shirt, his strong fingers digging in to her muscles. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, the temptation almost too much for him. He moved his mouth along her ear and down her neck, leaving a trail of light kisses on her skin. A chill shot through Sharon's spine and she couldn't help the goose bumps that rose on her arms as his tongue traced the line of her neck, then her collarbone. She closed her eyes tight, trying to shut it out. This was so inappropriate. Of course, at four in the morning there was no chance of being walked in on, but it still felt wrong to do this at work. She was afraid if she opened her eyes, she'd turn around. She'd kiss him. She'd let him take her on her desk.

Andy's hand moved around her, grazing her collarbone as he bit her neck-not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make her moan. She turned her head and caught his lips with hers, opening her mouth immediately to deepen their kiss. Andy traced his tongue along her lips, reveling in finally tasting her. He held her head with his hand, his fingers gripping her hair at the nape of her neck, and he ran his other hand over her chest, down her stomach. He hadn't meant for it to happen this way. He'd only meant to rub her shoulders, to make her feel better. Now, as he pulled her up to set her down on her desk, settling in between her legs as he kissed her, it seemed like they couldn't stop if they wanted to. Sharon pulled her own top off, revealing a black lace bra, and Andy's face immediately moved towards her chest, kissing the soft flesh as it was exposed. Sharon threw her head back and moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as she tried desperately to undo his belt. Andy wanted her, but he'd wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to cook her dinner, pour her wine, love her all night. "Sharon, Sharon..." he muttered, his hands caught in her hair as he buried his head in her neck.

Sharon was instantly annoyed, "what?" she snapped as she pulled at the button on his jeans. Andy sighed and wrapped his arms around her, wanting her to be as close as he could get her. "Not here." He was quiet, almost afraid of hurting her feelings.

Sharon let out a deep sigh and wrapped her arms around him in return. She knew he was right. They still had to come to this place and face their colleagues later tomorrow. How would she ever be able to get work done in her office thinking about what they were about to do in it? No, he was right. It was unprofessional, they couldn't do it here. She pursed her lips and nodded, lifting his head with her hands. She looked him in the eye and it was all he could do not to look down at her and just stare endlessly. She might have been pushing sixty, but her slim body was still next to perfect.

Andy grinned at her. He'd never look at his boss the same way again. "Sharon, I want you. I want you more than anything I've wanted in a long time… but I want it to be right. I want to take you out, and then I want to take you home. I want to take our time and enjoy it…" He kissed her gently, he couldn't help it. She looked so pretty sitting there on her desk, staring at him with a pout.

"I get it. I agree… I had no idea my hot headed lieutenant could be so sweet." She smiled, rubbing his back as they talked, her legs still wrapped around him.

Andy laughed and handed her her tank top. If he was going to keep his resolve, she needed to put her clothes back on. "Yea, well, your hot headed lieutenant didn't always want to take you to bed either, Captain Raydor."

Sharon smirked as she pulled her top on and wrapped herself back up in her hoodie. She slid off her desk and straightened her hair, then turned to him, burying her head in his chest and hugging him tight. "We should get back to work," she muttered, not moving to let him go.

Andy kissed the top of her head again and held her. "Yes, we should. Lets get through this case, get your kids safe again, and then I owe you some wining and dining, gorgeous. Deal?"

She liked the idea of a date with Andy. She liked the idea of seeing him exclusively. She even liked the idea of loving him some day. She couldn't pretend she wasn't nervous, but she was excited too. "You've got yourself a deal, lieutenant."