A/N ok so I didn't "go there" just yet but I am working on that chapter.
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Chapter 2

Digging in his pocket, Jack chucked his valet ticket at the young man in the vest, a slight slur in his voice as he said,"Get my car." The valet fumbled for the crumpled piece of paper looking worried. "Sir, why don't I call you a cab," he suggested hesitantly. Jack scowled and leaned in closer swaying ever so slightly, "Did I ask for a cab?" The young man held up his hands trying to calm the older man down, "Sir, I just think..." Jack cut him off, "Nobody, pays you to think, now get me my god damn car." The young man nodded walking away to the lock box and retrieving a set of keys. He quickly spoke to the maitre'd before disappearing out the side service door.

Andy was just returning to the table when he overheard the hushed conversation of the maitre'd and the valet. He glanced out the entryway and spied the intoxicated man the valet was worried about. He sighed heavily, he could just walk away, pretend he was none the wiser. But if something happened, regardless of what she said earlier, she would never forgive herself. So, he turned and headed out the door. There was Jack in all his drunken glory. Andy shook his head and cursed himself under his breath. Jack had turned searching for the valet. Upon seeing Andy, he swore then smirked as he said, "The ice queen send you packing, lieutenant?" Andy sighed.

Andy rolled his eyes, "I can't let you drive in your condition, Jack," he said deciding to take the high road. "Mind your own fucking business, Flynn," Jack spat back looking around again for the valet. Mustering ever ounce of patience he possessed Andy added, "We both know that you're in no condition to drive." Jack had begun to pace hands on his hips, "Ha, I can hold my," he began before suddenly changing the subject, "So how long have you been fucking my wife?" Andy scowled.
Jack turned away to hide his amused expression. It would be easy to push the lieutenant's button he smirked. Just then a cab pulled up to the curb.

"There's your ride Jack. Go home and sleep it off." Jack chuckled, "You're avoiding the question," he said looking Andy up and down. "Well, she's definitely got you on a short leash," he laughed raising an eyebrow. "Leading you around by your balls, I see." Andy clenched his fists fighting the urge to knock his teeth in.

Jack continued to study Andy. "She do that thing, ya know, where she," Andy glares leaning forward, "Don't" he hissed. "Easy big fella," Jack said with a chuckle holding his hands up in a feigned posture of surrender. "So you haven't, no... no... you don't have the skills to get in her pants. I should know," his laughter peeled out harsh and a bit too loud. "Well, old boy you really aren't missing much," he laughed again. Andy clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, nails digging into his palms. "What they say about Catholic girls ... Well not that one, she was always such a," he paused then appearing to search for the right word as he glanced sideways at Andy. He could tell that Andy was struggling to maintain control of his temper. "Get ...in the... cab, Jack," Andy rasped through clenched teeth. "Ha! Oh ... I see ...now," Jack swayed a little on his feet as he stepped toward Andy, "She send you out here? Ya. She'll always care. I'll always be... " he trailed off as he peered around Andy back into the restaurant. Andy grabbed Jack by his lapels forcing him back toward the waiting taxi. "Hey, hey!" Jack stammer a shocked look on his face. "I'll have your badge!" he finally to shout into Andy's reddening face. Dropping Jack roughly against the side of the taxi, he walked a few feet away, shook his head and looked at the ground trying to control his breathing. Taking a few deep breathes he turned back toward the disheveled man said, "Look, Jack just do us all a favor and get in the cab," he rubbed the back of his neck. With a sigh he added, "Or do I need to arrest you for drunk and disorderly." Jack glared at him. "I'd like to see you try," Jack stammered waving a hand in Andy's face. "You know I can't knowingly let you drive," Andy said gesturing toward the yellow cab.

"I ... You...screw you!" Jack stammered. Andy had made his way to the cab and opened the door. "Think about someone other than yourself,"Andy continued as Jack silently fumed and glared. "Your kids. You want them to get a call that you wrapped your car around a pole? Killed yourself?" Andy argued in a tone far calmer than he felt. He was fighting every urge that told him to just pop the drunk idiot in the jaw and throw him in the back of the cab. "Could you live with yourself if you killed someone? Could they?"

This seemed to take some of the wind out of Jack's sails. The lieutenant was managing to mostly keep his cool which was taking all the fun out if it for Jack. Slowly, he joined Andy by the side of the cab. He looked Andy up and down, "Why do you care?" he said finally, his hands resting on the roof of the vehicle. "About you?" Andy shook his head, "I don't. Care I mean... About you. I care about them," Andy said gesturing back toward the restaurant knowing that Sharon was waiting and would be wondering what happened to him. "So why don't you act like you do too and get in the god damn cab."

Jack sighed and slumped his way inside. Andy gave the door a shove then thumped the roof twice causing the cab to pull away. Shaking his head, Andy headed back inside to Sharon. As he crossed the threshold he saw her standing just inside the doorway. "Hey," he said pushing his hands deeper into his pockets. "What was that?" her voice was low, hands planted on her hips. Andy's eyes dropped to the ground as he rocked back on his heels, "I couldn't let the idiot drive in his condition." He sighed, "I know it is none of my business ... I just ... Ya know ... If anything happened... it would be tough ... on your kids." He looked up meeting her gaze, "and you." He then shrugged his gaze holding hers. Sharon was speechless. She had been worried when he hadn't come back to the table then irritated. She went looking for him and when she spotted the two of them outside she wasn't sure how she should feel about what had transpired between the two men. She had been too far away to really hear their conversation if you could call it that. Now, now she simply had no words to describe what she was feeling. "Sharon?" he said softly, the sound of her name brought her to action. She closed the distance between them, her hands took hold of his face caressed his cheeks. She could only shake her head slowly as she fought back the wave of emotion that threatened to consume her. She drew him toward her capturing his mouth with hers, pulling him as close as she could, filling their kiss with all the emotion she couldn't articulate. When she finally released him, she buried her face in his neck to hide the tears that threatened to fall whispering, "I love you, Andy." He sighed into her hair holding her tighter to him, "I love you," he breathed before kissing her temple, her cheek, her lips. She pulled back breaking the kiss creating just enough distance to look into his face, "Take me home, Andy," she said caressing his cheek.

TBC...
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