Flight 1061 is now boarding at gate 19, the monotoned voice announced. "That's us," Andy stood, gathering up their carry-on bag. Sharon moved slowly behind him toward the gate. She has been quiet since they left the hotel, he muses. Reaching for her hand, he pulled her closer. "You okay?" She nods slightly with a small smile.

"Back to the real world," she shrugged.

He's surprised at her response. Sharon is never one to be cynical about anything. No matter how terrible things get, she is always the voice of reason and optimism. "I thought you would be glad to be going home. I know you have missed the kid." She reached to tuck her hair behind her ear, a move that he found to be incredibly attractive.

Smiling, she gently bumped his shoulder as they took a few steps closer to the boarding kiosk, "Of course I miss Rusty and the team, but it has been nice spending quality time together, don't you agree?"

"The best couple of days of my life," he grinned. Reaching around her, he pulled her closer, placing a chaste kiss to the side of her forehead.

"Mine too." She whispered against him.

Once onboard the plane, they settle into their first-class bulkhead seats. "I could get used to traveling like this," Andy teased. "Maybe you could become a professional speaker so we could spend our retirement traveling in style."

"That is not exactly how I have pictured retirement," she smiled back from her window seat.

"But you have pictured retirement? I mean, you and me…us retired together, right?"

She reached over, lacing her fingers through his across the center console. "Andy, you are part of everything I've ever planned for the future."

"I know that, but I'm older and still on desk duty. Retirement is knocking on my door long before.."

"Stop." She interrupted with a roll of her eyes, "Yes, you are older, but not by that much. Besides, I am not going to let you go home without me. If there is one thing we have both learned in the last few years, life is too short not to be happy. You make me happier than I have ever been, and I want us both to have the opportunity to enjoy that happiness."

Pulling her hand to his lips, Andy placed the softest of kisses on the back of her hand, "I sure do love you."

Their hands rested, entwined once again across the middle console. Rubbing her thumb in soft circles on the back of Andy's hand, Sharon softly echoed his words, "I love you too."

Eyes still closed; Andy stretched as far as he could get his long legs in the narrow space. Rubbing his face, he tried to wake up. Finally, glancing over at Sharon, he was happily surprised to find her asleep as well. Thinking back, he could not remember one single time when she had fallen asleep on a flight. Her reasoning always being that she couldn't relax enough. Carefully he unbuckled his seatbelt and made his way the short distance to the restroom. Upon his return to his seat, Andy noticed Sharon had curled slightly on her side but was still asleep. Another forty-five minutes or so had quietly passed when Andy felt Sharon jerk beside him. Turning to look at her, he was shocked to find her face and hair damp with sweat. She shook against the seat, her hands forming tight fists in her lap.

"No, no!" she mumbled. "Stay back!"

"Sharon? Sweetheart?" Andy leaned closer. "Babe, come on. You're having a bad dream, wake up, Sharon."

She jerked again, her voice becoming an octave louder, "I said, stay back! Don't you dare touch me!"

The flight attendant craned her head around the partition to see what was going on. Andy's worried eyes met hers, "I am sorry, she's dreaming." With a knowing nod, the petite blonde went back to what she was doing. Turning his attention back to the love of his life, Andy hated to touch her, but he felt he didn't have another choice. "Sharon, I need you to wake up," he tried once more, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"No! No! I said NO!" she cried even louder, drawing the attention of other passengers seated around them.

Turning in his seat, Andy leaned as close to her as possible, "Sharon," with a trembling hand, he reached out, gently touching her upper arm. The moment his hand made contact, she jerked upright in her seat and screamed. Her eyes flew open, but she wasn't seeing that it was Andy right beside her. Unbuckling his seat belt, he grabbed her shoulders, "Sharon, look at me! Damn-it Sweetheart, you are okay." Fighting against him for a brief second, she finally looked directly in his eyes.

"Andy…" her voice was small and horse. She slowly glanced around, suddenly realizing where she was. "Oh god!" In one swift move, she unbuckled her seatbelt. Stumbling over Andy's feet, he caught her loosely by the waist before she could fall. In a matter of seconds, she was gone around the corner and into the restroom.

Andy leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. "Mr. Flynn? He looked up into the kind eyes of the flight attendant. "Is she okay?" He nodded for a moment, struggling to find his voice.

"Yeah, she just needs a minute."

A minute turned into the longest 23 minutes of Andy's life. When Sharon finally made her way back to her seat, she looked somewhat pulled together, but he could tell she had been crying. Once Sharon buckled in, he reached over, locking his fingers with her. "Babe," Andy started, but she slowly shook her head. He understood she didn't want to talk, but one day she was going to have to let him in on what was going on. They spent the remainder of the flight, hands linked together across the console. He would occasionally steal glances at her, but her eyes never left the unseeing darkness of the window and her nightmares that lived there.

In a dark bedroom, on the outskirts of Miami, Alex Bishop took a swig of his beer. He picked up the thumb drive off of the littered bedside table. He had waited days to find out what was on this little gem because he wasn't stupid enough to retrieve the cameras before Flynn and Commander Hottie checked out. The suspense was killing him, but it also excited him to no end. He had already spent hours watching Sharon stroll around the hotel as if she didn't have a care in the world. He even went to the men's room while still at work to jerk off to the footage of her in the elevator leaned against Flynn in those tight denim shorts. The way her damp white t-shirt clung to her body was pure heaven. It was easy to pretend that she was his and not Andy's, very easy indeed. Bishop leaned over the edge of the bed, picking his laptop up from the floor. He hoped he wouldn't be disappointed in what the cameras had captured. Even if they only caught a few nudies of Sharon, that should tie him over for a little while. Bishop grinned at the thought of what was to come. Grabbing another beer, he booted up his laptop, giddy with the thrill of what he was about to see.