The Pregnancy Ship

Chapter: 2 Egbert and Egberta!

The bracelets took away the nausea, for Sharon and she was able to keep down a cup of herbal raspberry tea and a cup of squash soup. Now that they were finished dinner Sharon lay on the sofa in Andy's arms, her hand on her stomach. "I wonder how long it will take me to start showing?" She mused.

"It will probably happen a lot sooner then with your first two." Andy said.

"I didn't really start to show until I was 6 1/2 months, then all of a sudden it was like I had a basketball under my shirt. The people in FID would do double takes," she snort laughed. "The looks on their faces were priceless!"

"If you think that was funny, think what Provenza will look like when you come in looking like that! And with twins it will be sooner then you'd think."

"Oh no!" She laughed until she almost started to cry. "We'd better tell him, soon. I don't want to be the reason Old Cranky Pants has a stroke."

"Cranky Pants? Is that what you secretly call him?" Andy laughed causing a delicious rumble against her cheek.

"What do you secretly call me?"

"Well, it depends. If I'm just Sharon, then I call you my love. If I'm the Wicked Witch then you are my favorite Flying Monkey!"

"Oh really? I'll be your flying monkey anytime," he started to tickle her.

"Andy! Stop please, stop," she giggled. Suddenly their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. They came up for air, only to lock lips again. His fingers went up under her Packers jersey, skimming her sides, touching her breasts lightly. When his fingers touched her nipples, he could hear her sucking in her breath. "Tell me if I'm hurting you."

She nodded, "you're not hurting me. Touch me, Andy please...although if we are going to make love, I'd like to do it in bed." She said rolling off him.

"Aww darn! We haven't christened the couch yet."

"We christened my couch, in the office. Something I swore I'd never do and although the sex was...really great! It took my back two days to recover, yours too, if I remember correctly. Old Cranky Pants kept shaking his head and muttering idiots, think they're teenagers!" She imitated Provenza and nailed it.

Laughing, Andy stood up and stretched, "yeah, I couldn't figure out how he knew what we had been doing, until I happen to see the hickey I accidentally put right there." He touched a spot on her breast. "It was where he could see, because you were leaning on his desk."

Sharon's face flushed crimson, "oh no!"

"You know, I wouldn't be surprised if that's where Egbert and Egberta were conceived. You weren't kidding about the sex being great! Wow! It was amazing!"

"Egbert and Egberta?" She snort laughed, laughing until she couldn't breathe. She remembered those cartoons. She'd loved them, "Andy when we refer to the babies, let's call them that. At least until they're born and we can see what they look like their names really should be."

"Okay. It would really annoy old cranky pants. Now let's go see if we can top our christening of the couch."

Sharon stuck her hand into his boxers. Running her fingers up and down his fully erect member. She whispered in a sultry voice, "sounds good, Big Boy after all it's not like you can get me pregnant," Sharon smirked.

"Been there, my love, done that." Andy said as he wagged his eyebrows at her. His arms went around her, and his hands squeezed her bottom he pulled her up his body so that her legs were locked around his waist. Then he carried her into their bed. He laid her down on the bed and lay with her. As they kissed they resumed touching each other, softly, gently. She moaned into his mouth, "touch me Andy." He did, sliding his fingers in her panties, pulling them down and off. He touched her love button slowly then hard and fast then soft and slow, she moaned again. "Oh yes, right there... um hmmmm take me over the edge, ah yes!" She cried as his lips and tongue made love to her. "Please Andy, I need you inside me."

"Sharon, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure they're two little right now to be affected. Just do it gently and we'll see how it feels."

The next morning Sharon was once again hugging the toilet. Although the wristbands worked yesterday they did not seem to be working this morning. Andy pointed out that she might have to put them on again since one had come off in the night, and the other was half way up her forearm. She apparently had messed with them in her sleep. He gave her a fresh pair and then handed her some peppermint tea. He pulled her into his lap and held her, while they waited to see if the wristbands would help this time. It took 15 minutes but the wristbands started working again. Just then Provenza called. "Flynn, how is the Captain?"

"She's starting to feel better."

"Good cause we have a murder, we've been rolled out, I'll text you the address. Tell her to meet us in the Murder Room. Don't want her getting sick over the crime scene."

"Geez Louie, could you be any more insensitive?"

"What? I thought I was being sensitive!"

"Listen, I'm going to drop her off at the murder room then meet you at the crime scene," he hung up.

Sharon looked at him, "Andy, help me up, and I'm going with you to that crime scene."

"I don't think so, Sharon. For all his insensitivity, Louie is right. If the scene is really bad, it could cause you to be sick, and well, it could compromise the crime scene. I know it sticks in your craw to be handled, but you have to face the fact that you are pregnant, with twins no less. Would you honestly be going to the crime scene if Louie hadn't said that?"

Sharon wanted to argue, but truth be told he was right. If Louie hadn't said the thing about her being sick at the crime scene, as if she couldn't control herself she would have gone with no argument back to the station to await her team. "You're right Andy. I hate to be handled and I was going simply to annoy Old Cranky Pants."

"What's with you lately? I thought you were getting along pretty good, well as well as anybody can get along with Provenza. Why are you suddenly calling him names?"

"Chalk it up to being pregnant with twins, I guess, sometimes his cranky pants attitude just plain annoys the hell out of me!"

Andy stood there, gaping at her as she put the finishing touches of her outfit on. The royal blue dress and white blazer, and she decided on a pair of low heeled (for her) pair of open toed white sandals, he quickly dressed in a royal blue shirt, tan summer weight suit and blue and white tie. "Geez, first you say butt now you're saying hell! You've got quite the mouth on you! I can see this pregnancy is gonna be interesting!"

Sharon turned slowly to look over her shoulder at him, she pointed her brush at him, "you my Flying Monkey need to hurry up and finish getting ready so you can drive me to the station. Also I've got to call Rusty to let him know that I'll be home, much later then I thought."

"Sharon, Rusty is with Ricky, remember? He left last night to visit with him in Palo Alto and the condo is being shown this evening."

"Oh, yeah. Geez, I'm getting pregnancy brain already and I'm only three months along! What am I going to be like when I'm in my third trimester? Comatose?"

"Sharon do not joke about that please!"

"I'm sorry honey, maybe my name should be Cranky Pants?" She pouted prettily.

"Sharon, you're scaring me!"

She snort laughed, "I know it's fun," she kissed him on the lips and then made a face. "Sorry, forgot to brush my teeth and gargle."

"S'okay, let's go we have to stop for breakfast, at Starbucks." They went out to the car picking up the iPad and laptop, a fleece blanket and a pillow for the couch in the office on the way out. After picking up, breakfast and coffee for the team, a gingersnap Chai tea and oatmeal with everything for Sharon. Andy took her to the station and walked her up to her office. He dropped her fleece blanket and pillow on the couch, put her briefcase on her desk, kissed her bye and started to leave. He pulled the blinds and locked the door, "no one is here so you can take a nap while you're waiting."

"Thanks Honey, would you open this package I can never get the paper ones to open," Andy opened the brown sugar packet for her. She poured it in and then poured in the raisins and nuts. "Hmmmm, I'm starving and this oatmeal is delicious!" She pulled the spoon out of her mouth, slowly. Looking up at him through her lashes, she smirked evilly at him. It was her payback for treating her like a china doll.

Andy reached up and pulled at his left earlobe, "you're killing me Sharon."

She pointed her spoon at him, "You need to go, and your teams food is getting cold." He gave her a quick peck on the lips, pulled the door closed and left. Sharon ate her breakfast, drank her tea, and snuggled into the couch for a nap while she waited for her team.

At the crime scene Provenza looked up when he saw Andy heading for them with coffee and bagels. "It took you long enough."

"When you called Sharon had just finished being sick and we were waiting to see if the wristbands were gonna work on the nausea. They did. Oh by the way, she heard you about throwing up on the crime scene. She almost came here, it was all I could do to convince her to go to the station and wait. So watch it next time, will you? Now what's going on?"

"Husband and wife in their beds hacked to pieces, get this their names are Abigail Borden and Andrew Borden, and they have two daughters Emma and Elizabeth."

"You are kidding me right?"

"No why would I kid you?"

"But those are the names of the original Borden family! Only they lived in some small town in Massachusetts. Let me guess Andrew here worked for a bank, was a skinflint and a tyrant to his family. Lizzie is the youngest daughter right and she's a bit off? Abby was killed first, and then Andrew? Nineteen blows for Abby, ten or eleven for Andrew?"

"Flynn how do you know all this? You just got here?"

"It's all a matter of record Louie! Everything I just said happened a 124 years ago in Fall River Massachusetts."

"Where is Tao? Didn't he tell you this already?"

"Yes as a matter of fact he did, as did I believe Amy, Buzz, and Julio, but if you hadn't told me. I would have been able to tell you, because after 45 years as a cop for the LAPD, I have been around the block a few times and sometimes I try to figure this murder out as a form of mental exercise?"

"The question is not, is this a copycat murder, because it most definitely is, but is the motive to be a copycat? Is it telling us a message? Will there other murders? Will it be the same situation or something different? Or did this Lizzie Borden finally get fed up about being teased with the old rhyme and snap?"