Fic: The Key to Love (Sharon/Andy)
Sharon / Andy Prompt: 'Gets trapped in the bathroom on Valentine's Day'
Sharon crossed her arms and leant back against the wall, huffing as loudly as possible. At the sink, Andy turned to her and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Captain, are you alright?"
Her eyebrows threaded impossibly closer together as she regarded him, taking a deep breath to calm herself before speaking.
"No Lieutenant, I am not. It appears the door has been locked from the outside."
Andy chuckled, finished drying his hands and stalked over to the door. Before pulling, he turned to look cockily at Sharon "Just needs a man's touch." He pulled. The door wouldn't budge. "What the?" He tried again. His face colouring slightly, he turned back to Sharon, "Looks like you're right."
She smirked, "I'm always right". Andy chuckled back at her.
"Okay, no biggie, we'll just text the squad and see if someone will come rescue us. Do you have your phone on you?"
She stared at him incredulously. "I don't know about you, Lieutenant, but I'm not exactly in the habit of making phonecalls in the bathroom."
"Well. Then, I guess we take turns in banging on the door."
45 minutes later, Andy and Sharon both sat with their backs against the wall, hands sore from futilely trying to attract attention.
"So," Andy said, "Plan B?"
Sharon shrugged, feeling utterly defeated at this point. "We stay here to rot".
Andy huffed through his nose, "How 'bout we get to know each other better? Is this keeping you from a special Valentine's dinner?"
Sharon grimaced, a self-deprecating smile forming on her lips. "No, no special dinner. Between this job and Rusty - well, there isn't really any point."
Andy couldn't believe it. His toothpick bobbed up and down as he spoke, "You should find the time, male population's missin' out."
She turned to look at him, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, really." He returned her smile.
Outside the door, a self-satisfied smile made its way on to Provenza's face. His plan was starting to take place. He regarded the key in his hand. Another half hour, he thought, Another half hour and maybe they'll finally get their act together.
Sharon crossed her arms and leant back against the wall, huffing as loudly as possible. At the sink, Andy turned to her and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Captain, are you alright?"
Her eyebrows threaded impossibly closer together as she regarded him, taking a deep breath to calm herself before speaking.
"No Lieutenant, I am not. It appears the door has been locked from the outside."
Andy chuckled, finished drying his hands and stalked over to the door. Before pulling, he turned to look cockily at Sharon "Just needs a man's touch." He pulled. The door wouldn't budge. "What the?" He tried again. His face colouring slightly, he turned back to Sharon, "Looks like you're right."
She smirked, "I'm always right". Andy chuckled back at her.
"Okay, no biggie, we'll just text the squad and see if someone will come rescue us. Do you have your phone on you?"
She stared at him incredulously. "I don't know about you, Lieutenant, but I'm not exactly in the habit of making phonecalls in the bathroom."
"Well. Then, I guess we take turns in banging on the door."
45 minutes later, Andy and Sharon both sat with their backs against the wall, hands sore from futilely trying to attract attention.
"So," Andy said, "Plan B?"
Sharon shrugged, feeling utterly defeated at this point. "We stay here to rot".
Andy huffed through his nose, "How 'bout we get to know each other better? Is this keeping you from a special Valentine's dinner?"
Sharon grimaced, a self-deprecating smile forming on her lips. "No, no special dinner. Between this job and Rusty - well, there isn't really any point."
Andy couldn't believe it. His toothpick bobbed up and down as he spoke, "You should find the time, male population's missin' out."
She turned to look at him, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, really." He returned her smile.
Outside the door, a self-satisfied smile made its way on to Provenza's face. His plan was starting to take place. He regarded the key in his hand. Another half hour, he thought, Another half hour and maybe they'll finally get their act together.