A/N: This was written for Kadi219, who was one of the first to point out that Sharon and Andy were not matching at the end of 4x21 Hindsight Part 3. I thought I'd have a bit of fun with this. This is not meant to be taken seriously.
Uncoordinated by Kate Rosen
"Sharon, what are you wearing?" Andy asked when she had returned to the murder room on Friday morning. After having been in the same clothes for over 24 hours, the squad had been taking turns going home to shower and change.
Sharon looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious and worried that she had committed some fashion faux pas in her sleep-deprived state. Her shoes matched and were on the correct feet, her clothing was unwrinkled, and everything seemed to go together. She shook her head, not understanding his problem. "What are you talking about?"
"Sharon…" he leaned into whisper, "when you left, you told me you were going to wear your purple blazer." He pulled on his lavender tie to accentuate his point.
Sharon sighed, "Andy, I don't have time for this," and attempted to maneuver around him toward her office.
"But, Sharon," he protested, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to stop her, "we always match. Everyone is going to think there's something wrong if they see us like this." He motioned between the two of them.
Rolling her eyes, Sharon explained, "People have more pressing things on their minds than whether or not our outfits coordinate, like who has been murdering all of these innocent people. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to put down my things and find some coffee before I head over to that meeting in Chief Taylor's office with Goldman and Reverend Price about postponing the funeral."
"Did you say coffee?" Andy said with a smirk, pulling a large to-go cup from the desk behind his back and presenting it to her with a flourish.
"Is that for me?" Sharon asked, looking at the cup with desperation in her eyes. She didn't usually need coffee to start her day, but after running on little or no sleep for almost a week, it was the only thing that was getting her through. And she had finally run out at home with no time to go shopping for more. She closed her eyes and inhaled the steaming beverage before her, practically moaning in pleasure at the delicious aroma.
"French roast with cream, no sugar," Andy explained. "Just the way you like it."
A smiled crossed Sharon's lips for the first time all day, and she suddenly forgot what had been driving her crazy about her adorable, idiot boyfriend just a few minutes ago. "Hmm," she hummed. "I could kiss you right now."
Andy looked around the murder room, which was conspicuously empty. "There's no one around," he pointed out with a grin.
Sharon surveyed the room and the hall beside her office before leaning in to place a gentle kiss to his lips. "Thank you for the coffee," she said when she pulled away. "Now, don't you have some work to do, Lieutenant?"
Andy nodded. "Yes, Captain. But what about…" he motioned to their clothes again.
"We're fine," she said with a smile. "Let people talk."