amop-series #61
A/N: Hot damn, I'm back with amop - for now. Hope the little hiatus on this story wasn't too unbearable; I had fun with exams, a wicked wisdom tooth acting up (I did not feel particularly less wise when I had it removed but who knows), summer holidays at the beach and travels around Europe. Lovely to be back to writing though - I have missed my two idiots.
Hope you enjoy
/FOOL’S GOLD/
Poop duty was fast turning out to be a fascinating walk with Frank the loud breathing asthmatic dog, Andrew Flynn mused, his eyes exclusively centered on the behavior of an uncharacteristic Sharon Raydor. The woman was against all odds caught up in a snorting giggle fit with none other than Liz Provenza, her cheeks highlighted by a rosy color and her eyes more closed than open, that snorting laughter usually only on behalf of either Gavin Baker the third or Andy himself.
Stranger things had not happened as far as Andy was concerned.
To make it even more strange, the two women were sharing stories about Louie; or more like swapping horror stories, Andy figured, because the gist of it seemed to be Provenza fucking up royally.
Oh, this was just precious.
Andy half wished Provenza was here to witness it. The old geezer would surely have an attack of the grumpies no doubt upon seeing his first wife and his arch nemesis having a blast at the expense of him.
What surprised Andy even more was the fact that the two women apparently knew each other; they kept referring to some police commissioner’s party that Andy couldn’t remember happening let alone attending, both of them looking back over their shoulders at him with secretive smiles. When they began whispering to each other with knowing glances thrown too nonchalantly at him, Andy knew there was something fishy going on.
Andy pretended to be put out only the two unlikely comrades saw past that façade, their smiles only turning wider and more meaningful. Even the stout dog ganged up on him, sniffing annoyingly at his trouser leg and barking up at him when Andy neglected to pay the idiot dog enough attention.
“Yeah, yeah,” Andy muttered to himself, leaning down and giving the stocky dog a tentative pat on its head, “Just go ahead and take a shit, already, will ya.”
The dog stared up at him, uncomprehending, and then wagged its tail as it breathed loudly.
Liz was laughing again and when Andy suspiciously looked up he found the two women giving him wry glances, their arms crossed as they watched him.
“What?” he bit out sourly, standing up and crossing his arms defensively.
“Nothing,” Sharon waved his question away with a floppy hand, her mouth compressed and still.
Andy heard the quiet snort of a giggle that escaped anyway.
“You two are being awfully chummy,” Andy threw back at them in accusation as he lifted an eyebrow, “Provenza would have a conniption if he knew.”
“Louie doesn’t need to know everything,” Liz said with a smile in Sharon’s direction.
Sharon nodded congenially.
“So, what is this? Gossip corner?”
Sharon gave him a long look meant to convey her disdain while Liz shrugged with a cordial smile.
“I mean, what’s going on?”
Sharon smiled without really smiling, “We are simply talking, lieutenant.”
“So, you commiserate about the men in your life, is that it?” Andy narrowed his eyes at Sharon.
“Only some men in particular,” Sharon answered dryly, her fake smile leaving nothing to be misconstrued; she was obviously upset about something he had done and was now taking it out on him in her own slow painful version of sweet revenge. The woman did vindictive with a passion Andy found was akin to her passion when she wanted to make him work for a blowjob; she took her goddamn time.
“Is that a veiled accusation at me, huh, honey - because then it’s weak.”
Liz opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes wide as she looked from Andy to Sharon with dawning understanding.
Andy could have slapped himself. Sometimes he was an A plus moron, his idiot mouth always ahead of his brain.
Sharon looked dumbfounded and a little annoyed; why though was another mystery. It was not a secret that they were together; neither was it out in the open and something they discussed with anyone besides themselves. It simply was.
“Another little circumstance of life that would give my dear ex-husband a conniption,” Liz commented in a casual tone, her hands on her hips now as she gave Andy a sweet smile; as if she now somehow understood him or saw him in a different light.
“Provenza already knows,” Andy grumbled, “to some extent.”
Sharon laughed, the tone embarrassed he could tell.
She abhorred talking about her private life out in public; she loathed not being the one in control.
“Provenza doesn’t know much,” Sharon disagreed, the comment more a question the longer she stared at him, her eyes unblinking and her mouth protruding to the point where it looked like a regular pout, beseeching.
Andy couldn’t help the cheeky smile and then he drawled, “Well, he knows I like to sneak upstairs and that I seem to disappear for hours. Whatever the old man imagines, well, that is up to him.”
Sharon groaned, her cheeks becoming even redder.
“Um,” Liz cleared her throat.
The woman looked slightly uncomfortable and Andy could understand why; he felt uncomfortable as well, what with Sharon giving him a look that said she wanted to thump him over the head with something heavy.
The awkward tension was thankfully alleviated by the asthmatic dog.
Frank barked happily with heavy breaths that sounded close to asphyxiation. When they all three turned to watch, the dog had apparently done his business; right on the sidewalk, passing people giving Andy the stink-eye. One business-suit even went as far as muttering a quiet comment that sounded remotely like dickhead, the idiot naturally assuming it was Andy’s dog taking a crap in the middle of everything.
Andy casually pulled his jacket back and revealed the gun and badge at his hip, enjoying the look of horror in the idiot’s eyes before the man hurried on.
“Yeah, you better hurry up,” Andy mumbled, catching Sharon looking unamused out of the corner of his eyes.
“What?” he gave her an open-handed shrug, adopting an innocent expression.
Her lips only pursed more.
“Here you go, Andrew,” Liz interrupted the both of them, her tone placating as she offered him the plastic bag for the evidence.
Apparently the two women had agreed - without his input or say-so - that Andy should be the one to scoop the evidence up and hold it. Well, Andy corrected sourly, the Chief had explicitly told him to carry the evidence for the Captain as some sort of punishment for letting two robbers commit a felony right under his nose; there was no real way around that.
Sharon was unusually chummy with a lot of people nowadays and he wouldn’t put it past her to complain about him, professionally, to his chief if he made trouble for her.
Andy rolled his eyes, his jaw clenched as he stared at the bag in his hands.
The two women looked suitably smug about the whole deal.
Liz conveniently decided that Frank needed to prolong his walk - the look that passed between the two women suspicious - and so, Andy followed Sharon back to headquarters alone, the evidence bag in one hand and the other burrowed deep in the pocket of his jacket.
Sharon was silent throughout the walk, her stride sounding perturbed on the concrete pavement and then even more so when they passed inside, linoleum floor loud against the heel of her shoes.
The first part of the elevator ride up to the floor of Major Crimes was uncomfortably silent too. The longer she said nothing, the more Andy became certain he must have done something; only when he racked his brain for any infraction, he came up empty-handed; well, bar the whole Bonnie and Clyde screw-up. She couldn’t possibly be blaming him for that, could she?
Andy decided to push her button so to speak.
“So?” he softly bumped his shoulders against hers.
“So, what exactly lieutenant Flynn?” Sharon replied in a snide tone, her eyes dark behind the glasses when she regarded him.
“Are you mad at me - or something? Because Captain Raydor, you seem a little snippy.”
Sharon might be laughing and joking with Liz, all smiles with his chief as well, accommodating and sharing her case with Major Crimes without so much as a blink - a fact that was beyond suspicious and had moved past scary and right to troubling - but Andy could tell there was something she was waiting to unleash on him; he had an inkling now that it had everything to do with the screw-up and Bonnie and Clyde.
“No, my snippiness has nothing to do with you. Why?” her head tilted in a condescending angle and her eyebrow lifted to accompany her wry tone.
Andy shrugged casually and gave her an uncertain smile, “Oh, I just thought you were mad about, you know.”
Sharon rolled her eyes and then asked in a too circumspect voice, “Is there something you feel I should be less than pleased about, lieutenant?”
“It was pretty harmless. I don’t see the big deal. I would barely call it flirting, you know.”
Her lips parted into a slow treacherous smile, “Oh.”
“I mean, it was nothing. I was just looking, you know,” judging by the entirely unmoved expression she displayed, lips curled into scorn, Andy was doing a poor job of explaining.
“Just looking,” she repeated, her mouth curled into that smile that really wasn’t a smile.
Andy sighed, “I just thought Liz would appreciate it more if I flirted with Bonnie than if Provenza made one of his trademark moves. I did it for Liz’s sake.”
Sharon snorted at that, “Oh that’s the worst you have ever told me.”
Andy crossed his arms.
“So, how did looking out for Liz turn out?” Sharon asked him in a sugary voice, too honeyed to be anything but sarcastic.
Andy sighed, “I obviously ended up making a fool of myself. There, you happy? I’m a first-grade idiot.”
His comment only made Sharon smile. She tilted her head and gave him a direct look, her tone now soft and humored, “You can flirt with whomever you feel like, Andy.”
Somehow that only sounded ominous.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he grumbled and then when he thought on it, his eyes narrowed and his voice turned even rougher, “Why, are you flirting with someone I should know about?”
Sharon pursed her mouth.
Andy continued, feeling sort of blind-sided, “Because I don’t’ particularly like you flirting with whomever you feel like.”
“Jealousy is an ugly thing to bring into any kind of relationship,” Sharon retorted.
“You read that in your horoscope, huh? Jeez Louise, I’m not jealous - you are the one who is all up in gears about whatever it is.”
“Oh grow up.”
“I’m all grown up, honey,” he quirked an insinuating eyebrow at her.
“That’s up for interpretation.”
Great.
The last part of the elevator ride was also in silence.
The doors opened into an empty hallway. Andy quickly caught Sharon’s shoulder before she could walk in the direction of the squad room, holding her back as he gave her a probing look.
“You know I only want you, right.”
She turned around and gave him an intense stare, her expression hard to decipher. “You told Provenza about us?”
Maybe she was not at all bothered about the whole Bonnie and Clyde thing then.
“Sort of.”
She held her breath and then, “So what does Provenza think about -,” she paused and then looked adoringly embarrassed, “us?”
“He thinks I have lost my marbles.”
“Oh.”
Andy softly fingered the edge of her sleeve, catching her fingers in a quick, soft caress,
“Look, there was not much to tell him. He had it all figured out on his own - only I didn’t correct him when he accused me of sleeping with the enemy.”
She smiled sweetly, “I’m the enemy.”
“Yeah, you know what they say.”
Her smile turned wider, “Keep your enemies closer.”
“Exactly - I want you closer than even that.”
She seemed appeased, her features softer.
“It’s only fair,” he leaned closer, “seeing your whole family knows about me.”
She shook her head, “My children know about you, and then only because you seem to be hanging around whenever they visit - there is a difference.”
Andy shrugged, “Funny, Provenza said the same thing.”
She looked puzzled.
Andy grinned, “He complains about you always hanging out in our murder room.”
She rolled her eyes, “And does lieutenant Provenza have other complaints?”
“Oh shit, don’t get me started.”
She pursed her lips.
“Well, aside from me losing my marbles, the idiot thinks you have put a spell on me.”
She grinned, “A spell?”
Andy grinned, “I told him you took me to your secret lair and seduced me with your sexy, kinky, naked -,”
“Stop it,” Sharon quickly interrupted him, “We are on duty.”
“Poop duty, you mean,” Andy retorted as he maneuvered Sharon closer to himself, the hallway thankfully still empty.
Sharon snorted with laughter, her eyes closed and her hands on her sides. “Poop duty,” she managed to whisper between giggles. In that precious moment she looked so beautiful Andy naturally deviated toward her.
“You are beautiful,” he lifted an eyebrow and then with a deliberate look at his own groin, “and I’m up and all excited now.”
Sharon jolted and her eyes widened for a fraction, her eyes landing on his crotch as well and then as quickly she looked away with another jolt. She ended up pursing her lips, amused and embarrassed, he could tell. “You get off on poop duty?”
Andy shook his head, “I get off on you.”
Once again she couldn’t contain her smile, “You should have mastered in crass language; you would have aced it, honey.”
“Thank you, I appreciate the sentiment.”
She smiled.
Andy leaned down and she stood up on tiptoe to kiss him back. It should have been an innocent little peck on her lips and instead it turned intense and empowering, her mouth eagerly glued to his.
“You see,” Andy smiled, feeling giddy, “I don’t have to tell Provenza or anyone else shit - it is sorta obvious when you kiss me like that in the middle of everything.”
“And yet, no one - except your wonderfully grumpy partner - knows.”
“Dumb as goldfishes, the bunch of them. Blind like no one’s business. I tell you, we could be making out on Louie’s desk like crazy teenagers and no one would get it.”
The elevator dinged and they quickly stepped away from each other, watching Liz come out of the doors. She gave them a surprised but knowing look.
Sharon smiled back at Liz shyly and Andy couldn't help but lean in and whisper, "Watch it, you look like you were caught red-handed in the cookie jar."
"Oh hi Liz," Sharon nodded and completely ignored Andy.
Liz smiled secretly and the three of them walked down the hallway to the squadroom, the evidence bag still in Andy’s hand.
“Act casual,” Sharon whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
“Don’t smile too much,” Andy delivered back in a whisper, “it makes you look suspicious.”
“Oh,” she hid another smile, “your team always thinks I’m suspicious. I cannot even say hello without one of them giving me the weird eye.”
“You should have thought of that when you chose a career in the rat squad.”
She smiled, “I did - and I decided making Captain ahead of you was well worth the unpopularity.”
“Witch.”
“Asshole.”
"Oh, aren't you two just adorable," Liz commented cheerfully.
The comment shut Andy up and when he looked sideways at Sharon she looked equally embarrassed.
"Oh hey chief," Andy quickly threw out in greeting as the three of them walked inside the squad room, only too happy to pretend Liz had said nothing, "Guess what? Frank dropped the kids off at the pool."
…
=)
Hope you enjoy
/FOOL’S GOLD/
Poop duty was fast turning out to be a fascinating walk with Frank the loud breathing asthmatic dog, Andrew Flynn mused, his eyes exclusively centered on the behavior of an uncharacteristic Sharon Raydor. The woman was against all odds caught up in a snorting giggle fit with none other than Liz Provenza, her cheeks highlighted by a rosy color and her eyes more closed than open, that snorting laughter usually only on behalf of either Gavin Baker the third or Andy himself.
Stranger things had not happened as far as Andy was concerned.
To make it even more strange, the two women were sharing stories about Louie; or more like swapping horror stories, Andy figured, because the gist of it seemed to be Provenza fucking up royally.
Oh, this was just precious.
Andy half wished Provenza was here to witness it. The old geezer would surely have an attack of the grumpies no doubt upon seeing his first wife and his arch nemesis having a blast at the expense of him.
What surprised Andy even more was the fact that the two women apparently knew each other; they kept referring to some police commissioner’s party that Andy couldn’t remember happening let alone attending, both of them looking back over their shoulders at him with secretive smiles. When they began whispering to each other with knowing glances thrown too nonchalantly at him, Andy knew there was something fishy going on.
Andy pretended to be put out only the two unlikely comrades saw past that façade, their smiles only turning wider and more meaningful. Even the stout dog ganged up on him, sniffing annoyingly at his trouser leg and barking up at him when Andy neglected to pay the idiot dog enough attention.
“Yeah, yeah,” Andy muttered to himself, leaning down and giving the stocky dog a tentative pat on its head, “Just go ahead and take a shit, already, will ya.”
The dog stared up at him, uncomprehending, and then wagged its tail as it breathed loudly.
Liz was laughing again and when Andy suspiciously looked up he found the two women giving him wry glances, their arms crossed as they watched him.
“What?” he bit out sourly, standing up and crossing his arms defensively.
“Nothing,” Sharon waved his question away with a floppy hand, her mouth compressed and still.
Andy heard the quiet snort of a giggle that escaped anyway.
“You two are being awfully chummy,” Andy threw back at them in accusation as he lifted an eyebrow, “Provenza would have a conniption if he knew.”
“Louie doesn’t need to know everything,” Liz said with a smile in Sharon’s direction.
Sharon nodded congenially.
“So, what is this? Gossip corner?”
Sharon gave him a long look meant to convey her disdain while Liz shrugged with a cordial smile.
“I mean, what’s going on?”
Sharon smiled without really smiling, “We are simply talking, lieutenant.”
“So, you commiserate about the men in your life, is that it?” Andy narrowed his eyes at Sharon.
“Only some men in particular,” Sharon answered dryly, her fake smile leaving nothing to be misconstrued; she was obviously upset about something he had done and was now taking it out on him in her own slow painful version of sweet revenge. The woman did vindictive with a passion Andy found was akin to her passion when she wanted to make him work for a blowjob; she took her goddamn time.
“Is that a veiled accusation at me, huh, honey - because then it’s weak.”
Liz opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes wide as she looked from Andy to Sharon with dawning understanding.
Andy could have slapped himself. Sometimes he was an A plus moron, his idiot mouth always ahead of his brain.
Sharon looked dumbfounded and a little annoyed; why though was another mystery. It was not a secret that they were together; neither was it out in the open and something they discussed with anyone besides themselves. It simply was.
“Another little circumstance of life that would give my dear ex-husband a conniption,” Liz commented in a casual tone, her hands on her hips now as she gave Andy a sweet smile; as if she now somehow understood him or saw him in a different light.
“Provenza already knows,” Andy grumbled, “to some extent.”
Sharon laughed, the tone embarrassed he could tell.
She abhorred talking about her private life out in public; she loathed not being the one in control.
“Provenza doesn’t know much,” Sharon disagreed, the comment more a question the longer she stared at him, her eyes unblinking and her mouth protruding to the point where it looked like a regular pout, beseeching.
Andy couldn’t help the cheeky smile and then he drawled, “Well, he knows I like to sneak upstairs and that I seem to disappear for hours. Whatever the old man imagines, well, that is up to him.”
Sharon groaned, her cheeks becoming even redder.
“Um,” Liz cleared her throat.
The woman looked slightly uncomfortable and Andy could understand why; he felt uncomfortable as well, what with Sharon giving him a look that said she wanted to thump him over the head with something heavy.
The awkward tension was thankfully alleviated by the asthmatic dog.
Frank barked happily with heavy breaths that sounded close to asphyxiation. When they all three turned to watch, the dog had apparently done his business; right on the sidewalk, passing people giving Andy the stink-eye. One business-suit even went as far as muttering a quiet comment that sounded remotely like dickhead, the idiot naturally assuming it was Andy’s dog taking a crap in the middle of everything.
Andy casually pulled his jacket back and revealed the gun and badge at his hip, enjoying the look of horror in the idiot’s eyes before the man hurried on.
“Yeah, you better hurry up,” Andy mumbled, catching Sharon looking unamused out of the corner of his eyes.
“What?” he gave her an open-handed shrug, adopting an innocent expression.
Her lips only pursed more.
“Here you go, Andrew,” Liz interrupted the both of them, her tone placating as she offered him the plastic bag for the evidence.
Apparently the two women had agreed - without his input or say-so - that Andy should be the one to scoop the evidence up and hold it. Well, Andy corrected sourly, the Chief had explicitly told him to carry the evidence for the Captain as some sort of punishment for letting two robbers commit a felony right under his nose; there was no real way around that.
Sharon was unusually chummy with a lot of people nowadays and he wouldn’t put it past her to complain about him, professionally, to his chief if he made trouble for her.
Andy rolled his eyes, his jaw clenched as he stared at the bag in his hands.
The two women looked suitably smug about the whole deal.
Liz conveniently decided that Frank needed to prolong his walk - the look that passed between the two women suspicious - and so, Andy followed Sharon back to headquarters alone, the evidence bag in one hand and the other burrowed deep in the pocket of his jacket.
Sharon was silent throughout the walk, her stride sounding perturbed on the concrete pavement and then even more so when they passed inside, linoleum floor loud against the heel of her shoes.
The first part of the elevator ride up to the floor of Major Crimes was uncomfortably silent too. The longer she said nothing, the more Andy became certain he must have done something; only when he racked his brain for any infraction, he came up empty-handed; well, bar the whole Bonnie and Clyde screw-up. She couldn’t possibly be blaming him for that, could she?
Andy decided to push her button so to speak.
“So?” he softly bumped his shoulders against hers.
“So, what exactly lieutenant Flynn?” Sharon replied in a snide tone, her eyes dark behind the glasses when she regarded him.
“Are you mad at me - or something? Because Captain Raydor, you seem a little snippy.”
Sharon might be laughing and joking with Liz, all smiles with his chief as well, accommodating and sharing her case with Major Crimes without so much as a blink - a fact that was beyond suspicious and had moved past scary and right to troubling - but Andy could tell there was something she was waiting to unleash on him; he had an inkling now that it had everything to do with the screw-up and Bonnie and Clyde.
“No, my snippiness has nothing to do with you. Why?” her head tilted in a condescending angle and her eyebrow lifted to accompany her wry tone.
Andy shrugged casually and gave her an uncertain smile, “Oh, I just thought you were mad about, you know.”
Sharon rolled her eyes and then asked in a too circumspect voice, “Is there something you feel I should be less than pleased about, lieutenant?”
“It was pretty harmless. I don’t see the big deal. I would barely call it flirting, you know.”
Her lips parted into a slow treacherous smile, “Oh.”
“I mean, it was nothing. I was just looking, you know,” judging by the entirely unmoved expression she displayed, lips curled into scorn, Andy was doing a poor job of explaining.
“Just looking,” she repeated, her mouth curled into that smile that really wasn’t a smile.
Andy sighed, “I just thought Liz would appreciate it more if I flirted with Bonnie than if Provenza made one of his trademark moves. I did it for Liz’s sake.”
Sharon snorted at that, “Oh that’s the worst you have ever told me.”
Andy crossed his arms.
“So, how did looking out for Liz turn out?” Sharon asked him in a sugary voice, too honeyed to be anything but sarcastic.
Andy sighed, “I obviously ended up making a fool of myself. There, you happy? I’m a first-grade idiot.”
His comment only made Sharon smile. She tilted her head and gave him a direct look, her tone now soft and humored, “You can flirt with whomever you feel like, Andy.”
Somehow that only sounded ominous.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he grumbled and then when he thought on it, his eyes narrowed and his voice turned even rougher, “Why, are you flirting with someone I should know about?”
Sharon pursed her mouth.
Andy continued, feeling sort of blind-sided, “Because I don’t’ particularly like you flirting with whomever you feel like.”
“Jealousy is an ugly thing to bring into any kind of relationship,” Sharon retorted.
“You read that in your horoscope, huh? Jeez Louise, I’m not jealous - you are the one who is all up in gears about whatever it is.”
“Oh grow up.”
“I’m all grown up, honey,” he quirked an insinuating eyebrow at her.
“That’s up for interpretation.”
Great.
The last part of the elevator ride was also in silence.
The doors opened into an empty hallway. Andy quickly caught Sharon’s shoulder before she could walk in the direction of the squad room, holding her back as he gave her a probing look.
“You know I only want you, right.”
She turned around and gave him an intense stare, her expression hard to decipher. “You told Provenza about us?”
Maybe she was not at all bothered about the whole Bonnie and Clyde thing then.
“Sort of.”
She held her breath and then, “So what does Provenza think about -,” she paused and then looked adoringly embarrassed, “us?”
“He thinks I have lost my marbles.”
“Oh.”
Andy softly fingered the edge of her sleeve, catching her fingers in a quick, soft caress,
“Look, there was not much to tell him. He had it all figured out on his own - only I didn’t correct him when he accused me of sleeping with the enemy.”
She smiled sweetly, “I’m the enemy.”
“Yeah, you know what they say.”
Her smile turned wider, “Keep your enemies closer.”
“Exactly - I want you closer than even that.”
She seemed appeased, her features softer.
“It’s only fair,” he leaned closer, “seeing your whole family knows about me.”
She shook her head, “My children know about you, and then only because you seem to be hanging around whenever they visit - there is a difference.”
Andy shrugged, “Funny, Provenza said the same thing.”
She looked puzzled.
Andy grinned, “He complains about you always hanging out in our murder room.”
She rolled her eyes, “And does lieutenant Provenza have other complaints?”
“Oh shit, don’t get me started.”
She pursed her lips.
“Well, aside from me losing my marbles, the idiot thinks you have put a spell on me.”
She grinned, “A spell?”
Andy grinned, “I told him you took me to your secret lair and seduced me with your sexy, kinky, naked -,”
“Stop it,” Sharon quickly interrupted him, “We are on duty.”
“Poop duty, you mean,” Andy retorted as he maneuvered Sharon closer to himself, the hallway thankfully still empty.
Sharon snorted with laughter, her eyes closed and her hands on her sides. “Poop duty,” she managed to whisper between giggles. In that precious moment she looked so beautiful Andy naturally deviated toward her.
“You are beautiful,” he lifted an eyebrow and then with a deliberate look at his own groin, “and I’m up and all excited now.”
Sharon jolted and her eyes widened for a fraction, her eyes landing on his crotch as well and then as quickly she looked away with another jolt. She ended up pursing her lips, amused and embarrassed, he could tell. “You get off on poop duty?”
Andy shook his head, “I get off on you.”
Once again she couldn’t contain her smile, “You should have mastered in crass language; you would have aced it, honey.”
“Thank you, I appreciate the sentiment.”
She smiled.
Andy leaned down and she stood up on tiptoe to kiss him back. It should have been an innocent little peck on her lips and instead it turned intense and empowering, her mouth eagerly glued to his.
“You see,” Andy smiled, feeling giddy, “I don’t have to tell Provenza or anyone else shit - it is sorta obvious when you kiss me like that in the middle of everything.”
“And yet, no one - except your wonderfully grumpy partner - knows.”
“Dumb as goldfishes, the bunch of them. Blind like no one’s business. I tell you, we could be making out on Louie’s desk like crazy teenagers and no one would get it.”
The elevator dinged and they quickly stepped away from each other, watching Liz come out of the doors. She gave them a surprised but knowing look.
Sharon smiled back at Liz shyly and Andy couldn't help but lean in and whisper, "Watch it, you look like you were caught red-handed in the cookie jar."
"Oh hi Liz," Sharon nodded and completely ignored Andy.
Liz smiled secretly and the three of them walked down the hallway to the squadroom, the evidence bag still in Andy’s hand.
“Act casual,” Sharon whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
“Don’t smile too much,” Andy delivered back in a whisper, “it makes you look suspicious.”
“Oh,” she hid another smile, “your team always thinks I’m suspicious. I cannot even say hello without one of them giving me the weird eye.”
“You should have thought of that when you chose a career in the rat squad.”
She smiled, “I did - and I decided making Captain ahead of you was well worth the unpopularity.”
“Witch.”
“Asshole.”
"Oh, aren't you two just adorable," Liz commented cheerfully.
The comment shut Andy up and when he looked sideways at Sharon she looked equally embarrassed.
"Oh hey chief," Andy quickly threw out in greeting as the three of them walked inside the squad room, only too happy to pretend Liz had said nothing, "Guess what? Frank dropped the kids off at the pool."
…
=)