Hey guys, I am back :)
Thank you for all of your kind thoughts and support through this very trying time...I have been sober for a month now and I am very proud of myself...it has been a long month.

Anyways, thank you to those who have stuck with me...and this story.

OMG the Shandy and the feels this season are driving me batty but I love every single second of it...

anyways, here you go, chapter 4...

:)

"Honey, would you get the door? It's Andy, I am just about ready."

Emily grumbled as she untangled herself and got up from the couch, setting her book down on the table. While she was eager to finally meet Andy she was really getting into her book…not to mention she was cocooned in blankets. She heard the knock seconds before her mom yelled to her but she had hoped that Sharon was going to get it, and not her.

Opening the door Emily politely smiled and moved to the side, motioning him to come in. As Andy entered the house Emily gave him a once over, agreeing with her mom that he was very handsome. Under any other circumstance she probably would have started to interrogate him, but they were going to a funeral for one of his coworkers, she knew the time wasn't appropriate.

Andy surveyed the house as he moved to the couch to take a seat. It was neat and organized but there were still signs that a teenager lived there. There was a bookcase to his right, holding books and pictures. One picture caught his eye, one of Sharon and what looked like the Mayor…suddenly everything clicked. Eyes widening slightly, Andy had to school his features as he turned to look at the younger Raydor curling back up in her blankets as if his presence was nothing new but keeping a watchful eye on him as he sat.

"Nice to meet you Andy, I am Emily Raydor, I hope you don't mind but I really was getting into this book."

Andy chuckled and shook his head.

"No, not at all Emily, in fact my daughter would do the same thing, she loved reading."

Before Emily could respond they both heard a noise and looked up. Emily smirked as she saw Andy's eyes trail up and down her mom's body at her outfit.

While wanting to look professional, Sharon also wanted to look done up, as he was taking her out to dinner after, for all the trouble, he had explained to her. Emily had walked in on her mom staring at two almost identical outfits. Rolling her eyes Emily walked into her mom's room and chose the dress on the left.

"Emily…"

"Come on Mom…" she huffed, "You guys are going to dinner after; why not give him a little surprise. The silk cardigan will cover the back for the funeral; dinner is a whole other story."

Sharon rolled her eyes and shot a look towards her daughter, "How many times do I have to tell you, it isn't a date, I am accompanying a friend and colleague to a funeral, the dinner is just a way of thanks."

Emily shot her mom a knowing glance before heading out to the living room, "Oh…your black stilettos would make it perfect."

"Hello Andy, glad to see you found my place so easily."
Sharon smiled as she walked down the hall, greeting Andy.

"Mhmm. Yes, it was very easy, your directions were spot on, and your house is lovely."

Sharon hummed softly in acknowledgement,

"Thank you, it hasn't always been easy to maintain this house up, especially with two teenagers, but I managed and now down to one…Emily, there is left over pasta from Aunt Brenda's last night while you were at rehearsal, she made sure I brought some home for you, something about it being your favorite."

Sharon shot a wink at her daughter as she watched Emily's eyes brighten at the sound of her Aunt's pasta. Sharon smiled as Andy got up and helped her with her jacket, already dawning her shawl in the hallway closet.

"No boys, no parties, and please, clean up whatever you don't do."

Emily snorted as turned her head back to her reading,

"You two have fun now."

"Emily…" Sharon hissed, sending an apologetic gesture to Andy.
Andy just shook his head and smiled at Emily,

"Thanks, the funeral will be sobering, but I am very much looking forward to dinner with your mother."

Emily looked up from her book and smiled at Andy, approving of his answer…and her mother's resulting blushing. Sending a wave to both of them Emily turned to her book a third time, hopefully not being interrupted again.

Andy opened the car door for Sharon before heading over to the driver's side. Both settling in Andy turned on the engine and started driving before looking over at Sharon,

"I want to thank you again for coming with me even though you didn't know Katrina, and I didn't mention this because you went into mom mode, but you look very nice."

Sharon blushed slightly but smiled widely at Andy, "Thank you Andy…and honestly it is no problem at all, I am more than happy to support you, I know you looked after these girls even after getting promoted."

Andy nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes before turning to the road again. They sat in comfortable silence for the next twenty minutes before Andy pulled off the side of the road, a few blocks away from the cemetery.
Sharon shot Andy a questioning look as Andy put his car in park.
Andy took a deep breath and turned to face Sharon completely, "Are you going to ask me if I did it?"
Sharon's brow furrowed as she look at Andy, "Did what?"
Andy smiled slightly and looked straight into her eyes, "Killed her?"

Sharon didn't know how long she stared at Andy, her hands clenched together, palms sweating. He knows, how the hell did he find out? Was I completely wrong about him? No, no way…shit…now what do I do? Shit…damn…

Andy's entire body relaxed as he watched her panic, quite honestly it was really cute. In the last six months he has gotten to know and work with Sharon he has seen the cop come out in her. Whether it was disciplining one of her employees or talking to people he noticed she was intently listening and her questions were indirect in nature but had a specific purpose. It wasn't until he saw the picture of her and the mayor that everything fit together.

"Andy…I have no…"

Andy chuckled, "Sharon, do you trust me?"

No matter how Sharon was feeling at that exact moment her body went into autopilot and her hand flew to his resting in the middle, eyes drowning in his brown orbs, noticing no hint of betrayal or hurt. Sharon had no idea how this was going to end but no matter what she wanted Andy to know that she never doubted him.

"With my life Andy, no matter what you did, or you believe, or how this ends please know that I have always trusted you, if anything you shouldn't trust me…I am so sorry…"

Andy just squeezed her hand, causing her rambling to filter off.

"Sharon, honestly it is fine, I didn't figure it out until I saw the picture of you with the Mayor…the restaurant helped cater it, though we were under a different name since Tiny Dancer didn't really seem to go well with you political people." Andy winked and let go of her hand, running it through his hair. "I thought you looked familiar when you walked into my office but after seeing your picture it clicked, that you were part of the LAPD, that's all I knew. Listen, I didn't kill her…I didn't kill anyone…but I did have an idea what was going on…I asked you if you trusted me because we obviously can't talk about this now…but we need to talk…especially because I have secrets of my own…and I think we can help each other…"

"I…"

Andy turned quickly and switched the car on before sending Sharon a sideways grin,

"So…do you trust me?"