Season 4 - Episode 6 - during 'Personal Effects'

July 11, 2015

Andy had just pulled into her parking garage when she called.

"Hi, Captain." He grinned.

"Hey, silly. You are clear to come up. Rusty is in his room, but the living room has been taken over by Provenza."

He pulled into a free space and turned off the car, too excited to just sit and finish talking to her. He couldn't wait.

"Say what?"

"Rusty helped him move some things into storage-"

"Yeah," he remembered that the move was today.

"Storage unit was too small, so Rusty had the bright idea to store what was left in my living room."

"So no couch sex?" He sounded disappointed, but knew that wouldn't happen at her condo for a very long time.

She laughed. "Where are you? I'm standing by the front door, just looking out of the peephole every ten seconds."

"Hmmm, you've got it bad."

"Shut up," she whispered.

"I'm here." He hung up.

The door swung open a little too quickly. She met him in the hallway with the greatest greeting he'd ever received.

"Mmmmm, I've missed you."

"It's been a little over an hour." They'd just left work. He ran home quickly to get an overnight bag, with options for shirts and ties. He really liked having her pick out his clothes.

She kissed him deeply, "It's been more than thirty hours, Andy."

She let out a whimper as he pushed her a little roughly against the wall next to her front door, kissing her neck. It brought back a wonderful memory of only a week ago. Their first date. It was the most spectacular first date either had ever had.

"Mmmmm, so the sex is all you're missin'?" He kissed her as his hands traveled down her back.

She hummed and pulled her head back, keeping his lower body against hers. She brought her finger to run across his lips and her eyes never left them. "And these," she whispered.

He kissed her quickly. "Bed, now."

"Yes, sir." She pushed him back, taking his hand, quietly leading him to her bedroom.

It was only his third night sleeping over. The rule was to leave by 6 a.m. He could live with that. Hell, he'd do whatever she wanted. When they were together, though, at her place, his place, or out on a date, they couldn't take their hands off of each other. They both realized it the evening of their first date. He was worried it'd be a big problem for him at work, even thinking of transferring. She shut that down, knowing that he'd be able to be professional. It was the most difficult thing he'd ever had to do, he thought. She was another addiction, he was afraid, but at least a healthy one.

"I love you so much," he whispered as his hands traveled over her an hour later. They were finally ready to sleep, but he just couldn't seem to wind down.

She smiled, really enjoying this Andy. He'd been her best friend for a year, and she'd been so blind. It surprised her how vocal he was about how he felt. So honest and unapologetic about it.

"I love you." And she did. She was very much in love with him, achingly so, and sneaking around, hiding it all, had its perks. Spending all day together without being able to look at each other for more than a few moments, was excruciating. It made their evenings so … needy, desperate. So important. She was overwhelmed by him and couldn't complain about it, but it scared her so much. She would be honest with him, but needed to go slow, and she knew that he'd wait.

He snuggled in behind her and kissed up her spine to her neck, adjusting her hair and settling in for sleep. "Oh, what color tomorrow for me? Blue, purp-"

"Purple."

"Well that was quick."

"Mmmm," she tilted her head back to meet his eyes, "The answer will always be purple."

"Okay," he grinned and kissed her. "Noted."

She smiled. "Hmmm, your place tomorrow night?"

"Oh, fuck yes."

"We can cook something?"

"Mmmhmm," he mumbled, his weariness hitting him.

She turned in his arms and kissed up his chest to his neck, smiling along the way as she snuggled in. "Sleepy?"

"Mmmhhhmm," his eyes couldn't open.

"Your alarm set?"

He only nodded. She kissed softly all over his face as he drifted and hummed. "Love you."

Season 3 - Episode 9 - during 'Sweet Revenge'

August 3, 2014

She slammed her hand against the elevator button and tried to breathe deep breaths. Just … breathe, in, hold, out slowly. She felt dizzy and entered the elevator slowly, turning and hitting 'L', still trying to calm down. Heart racing, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

As she exited the elevator and walked to the parking garage, she pulled out her cell, quickly finding the contact she needed.

It rang four times, she looked at the time 7:05 a.m. He should be up.

"Morning, Captain."

"Morning, Lieutenant. This isn't a work call."

At his desk, Andy leaned back in his chair. "Well, morning, Sharon."

"Morning, so … I need a huge favor."

"What's up?"

"Ricky, he uh, well, can we meet for breakfast at that diner down the street from the office?"

"Sure thing, what time do you think you'll be there?"

"In about twenty minutes." She sat in her car and started it.

"I'll be there in fifteen."

"Thank you, Andy." She hung up and took in another deep breath. She needed advice. She needed to go back in time and not yell at her son, but … she was right. Rusty was not a con-artist … and funnily enough, Jack, of all people, the ultimate con-artist in her life, conned her own son against her. She needed a sounding-board … and Andy was the best choice. He knew Ricky pretty well now and … well, Ricky had a ton of respect for the man. Maybe he could help.

At the diner, Andy was already sipping coffee. She sat across from him in a booth and immediately covered her face in her hands and dramatically brought her head to the table.

He chuckled, "Rough morning?"

"Oh my God, Andy."

"What happened?"

She told him everything about the confrontation with Ricky. Andy was a little surprised, but not really. Jack's purpose in life seemed to be making this woman's life miserable. He hated him.

"I was just wondering, and you absolutely do not have to … if you could, speak with him? Take him out to lunch or something? I mean, Andy, he likes you, respects you, and you know Rusty. You've technically known Rusty a little longer than I have if I remember correctly," she smiled.

He watched her … struggle uncomfortably … adorably … try to ask for a simple favor. He nodded nearly the whole time, the answer 'yes' before she had to explain further. She didn't really know it yet, but he would do anything she asked.

"I definitely will. Thank you uh, for … thanks for thinking of me. I guess … uh, for trusting me to do this."

"Andy, oh my goodness, I trust you to do this," she was almost pleading, even though he already agreed. "You've been my constant through all of this … these past few years, I don't know what I would do without you and the team, Provenza, too, with Rusty especially."

"Well, he's all of our kid, too," he laughed.

She nodded.

"Ricky will come around. He needs to be reminded who his father is. The divorce must have really thrown Jack." He added, knowing that she cared, "I won't speak too horribly about him to Ricky, though."

"Thank you. So much, Andy."

He noticed her tears forming.

"Hey, no problem. I'm sorry you're dealing with this."

"Please also," she looked away. What was it, he wondered, that look? He knew what most of her facial expressions, hums, and glares meant, but this was new. Embarrassment. "Please tell him that I'm sorry for … for this morning."

"I'm sure he deserv-"

"No, Andy, I haven't scolded him like that since he was fifteen."

He smiled sadly. "Well, maybe he needs a good lecture every decade or so. He's in the wrong, here, Captain." Captain. Sometimes he caught himself when they were out. He needed to be reminded. Boss. Friend. Captain. That's it.

She wanted him to call her Sharon, of course, but she didn't know how he felt. She didn't know how difficult it was for him to be these two people. Her Lieutenant versus her Andy. Her 'friend' Andy, versus the Andy he wanted to be with her. He was in deep already and he knew it.

"No, it's not Ricky's fault, well I mean, a little, but it's his father. He didn't … he barely knows Rusty and is only believing or listening to Jack. It's just disappointing. Ultimately it's my fault, and don't say otherwise," she interrupted him with a smile as he almost corrected her, "because I conned Jack into calling them, I needed them to have their father back and he … he seemed to … really like Rusty."

"Rusty's a good kid, Sharon. He loves you and is trying, but he's … he's still figuring out what family is, and doesn't want to fuck up your life."

She shook her head, at the notion and the language.

"Thank you, Andy."

"Any time." He grinned that grin, eyes not leaving hers.

Hers didn't want to leave his. She took in a quick, deep breath and transferred her smile from him to the waitress who arrived right on time.

Season 4 - Episode 16 - during 'Thick as Thieves'

December 5 & 6, 2015

'Can you talk or just text?' Andy was still at the office, not planning on leaving for a bit.

She didn't answer his text, just called him.

"Hi," he whispered, leaning back in his chair.

"How are you feeling?" She laid back on her bed.

"Tired, but good."

"You going to leave soon?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Coming here?"

He smiled. "I dunno. What do you want?"

"Always you, here," she smiled at her cheesy answer, "but … just sleeping tonight, so go on home. I'm exhausted, oh yeah," she sat up, needing to find Rusty to remind him of something. "Hold on," she said to Andy, keeping the phone with her as she quietly walked down the hallway. He was in his bedroom, door open, on his phone. She stalled for a moment, eavesdropping as she knew she shouldn't.

"Yeah," Rusty said.

"I know."

"But now the awkward part is knowing and them sneaking … how do I tell them… that I know, Em? So they can just chill with the sneaking?"

"Yeah."

"It's just weird when it doesn't have to be. They're sleeping together and have been for a while, I mean, months! … and they still think I don't know. Like I can't hear Flynn's snoring."

"Rusty!" She couldn't help but interrupt. Oh shit.

"Oh shit." Rusty turned a shade of red.

Sharon couldn't speak. He knew. This whole time.

"I gotta go, Emily." Rusty hung up.

"I gotta go, Andy. Come by tonight." She grinned for a split second as she still looked to Rusty. "Apparently, you don't need to sneak in anymore."

The next morning…

"Look at me!" She was so frustrated with her son.

Rusty stopped and met her eyes.

"That is not a good way to maintain serious relationships."

"I will tell him today, face-to-face, while we're waiting for the jury to come back. I… I will tell Gus today."

"Good." She didn't believe him.

He packed up his things and left, mumbling, "Love you."

"Love you," she responded as she followed him to the door, closing it behind him. She rested her forehead against it and breathed in slowly.

"Is the coast clear?"

She only smiled.

Andy strolled up to her from the hallway, in only his boxers and t-shirt, barefoot.

"You okay?" He gently moved his hands up her back to massage her shoulders.

"Hmmm," she leaned back against him.

"You're amazing," he couldn't not tell her after hearing their conversation.

"He's something else," she sighed.

"So lucky to have you," he whispered, moving his hands around her now.

She wasn't sure if he was referring to Rusty or himself. Both, she decided.

Turning in his arms, she kissed him slowly. "I'm lucky."

After a few moments, Andy grinned against her neck and pushed her against the door, gently, but not really. "I … wanna get lucky."

She laughed and led him to her room.