She was in shock. She couldn't function when she went back to work the next day. Rusty asked her if she was feeling alright and of course she said she was but it was all a lie. She couldn't bear to see Andy again. Oh if only her car were fixed!

He decided to take an earlier train. After seeing Sharon's shock and almost terrified look the other day he couldn't bear seeing it one more time outside of the work setting. He knew the limits of their work life. They would never show that it had happened. They would continue working in Major Crimes as if there was nothing between them. But at least he told her

"Captain," Provenza knocked and came inside her office where she had her head in her hands, elbows on the desk, hair hiding her exhausted face. She couldn't sleep last night. She couldn't sleep at all. "Are you feeling alright? If you want, I can take over for you he-"

"No no no I'm quite alright Cap- I mean Lieutenant. I can handle it." Provenza turned around, paused, then turned again to face her. "Ma'am, is everything alright with you and Andy? Neither one of you seems fine, and I'm about ready to send both of you home, whether I have to drag you out by your hair or not."

"I'm sure you already know." she mumbled.

"Captain..."

"Lieutenant, you are over stepping a boundary both in rank and in our friendship. I do not need you prying into my personal life, whether or not it involves Lieutenant Flynn or not! Now, go back to you desk and find me some lead on who this killer is!" she barked. She forgot her door was open. She forgot that she was yelling. She forgot that Andy was on the other side of the glass wall. She forgot that the whole department could hear her. She forgot that she was standing.

"Captain..." Provenza said in a low voice. "I think you should go home. I'll call you if I have an update for you. I can take over here."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." she whispered. She packed her things and she left.

He watched her leave. He didn't even get a chance to apologize for his abruptness. But now it was too late. He could call her on his break but he knew that would be in appropriate. But he had to tell her at some point. How much he knew that what he had said had hurt her because the only man she had ever loved ended up being a flake and a drunk and horrible father and terrible husband. Sharon was terrified and he knew that and he shouldn't have said what he had said but he did.

"Flynn!"

"What is it this time?" He muttered as he flipped through the pile of paperwork on his desk that he had just completed. But the only thing on his mind was Sharon.

"I need you to talk to the captain." Provenza said. He was almost whispering. And if Provenza whispers, it must be important. "She's not her usual self. She seems...distracted and lost. Now if you could go talk to her," he pulled the ashamed lover out of his seat, "that would be great."

He started walking away when Provenza yelled loud enough for the whole murder room to hear, even Sharon in her office, "And it would make all of our lives just little bit easier!"

She heard a knock on the door. She knew who it was. She didn't say anything.

Andy walked through the door. "Captain? May we talk?"

"Yes, Lieutenant. Shut the door." She never looked up from the papers she was filling out.

"Sharon, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"Look at me. Please."

She looked up at him with more annoyance than her teenage self. "What do you need to talk to me about? There really is no more you can say to me. I think you said it all."

"Sharon-" "No! I'm not going to let you coddle me into loving you. I know where this will go. I will admit that I love you too. We'll start dating, breaking protocol. Then after 2 or 3 years, one of us will transfer departments so we can be together. And then after another year or so you'll want me to divorce my husband, if you don't earlier. Then as soon as the divorce is completed, you'll proposed in a very romantic way. And then we'll get married and we'll raise all of our grandkids plus Rusty and-"

"Stop. You need to stop. But I'm confused." Andy sat down in front of her desk. "Does this mean... Does this mean that you love me too?"

"Of course it does. Of course this means that I love you."