8First off I'm VERY sorry for the long wait, I got a few responses so I decided to continue, wasn't really sure where to take this, I'm writing as I go so I like any input you have. Let me know if should continue or if you're no longer interested, I was sort of planning on writing drabbles as the season goes on, sort of what goes on behind the scenes with these two lovely ladies.
(This story takes place after False Pretenses.)
Sharon and Rusty walked through the apartment, without thinking Sharon turned to lock the door, with the new threat against Rusty's life, Sharon was on full alert. Sharon heard a clanking in the kitchen and set her hand against Rusty's chest slipping out of her heels and walking quietly towards the kitchen, gun at the ready.
It wasn't until she was rounding the corner that she heard "I made dinner; I hope you guys are hungry." As Andrea turned she saw the gun tightened in Sharon's hand and dropped the oven mitt she was holding, "Sharon what the hell?"
Sharon lowered her weapon looking back to the front door at Rusty, "It's just Andrea." She saw Rusty's nod as he took his bag towards his bedroom, "I'm not hungry." Sharon sighed watching him walk before turning back to Andrea. "Sorry, it's been a long day." Sharon walked back and set her gun on her desk along with her glasses as she slowly rubbed her eyes before heading back to the kitchen.
Andrea picked the oven mitt off the floor looking over at Sharon who was now pulling out a bottle of wine from the cabinet and she walked over to her setting her hand on her back leaning against her, "You realize you just pulled a gun on me right? Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not." Sharon didn't meet Andrea's eyes and opened the drawer searching for a wine opener trying to hold it all together. "Rusty received a threatening letter today, we couldn't find a trace." Sharon sighed looking into the open drawer, "where the hell is the wine opener?"
Andrea reached into the drawer pulling the clearly visible opener out as she rested her hand soothingly on Sharon's back rolling her fingertips in slow circles holding her hand open for Sharon to take it.
"Thank you." Sharon muttered and reached for the opener but before she could grab it she felt Andrea rest her warm hand against hers, "honey talk to me."
Sharon knew she could no longer hold it together and slowly took the wine opener placing it at the top of the wine bottle. "Rusty received this letter; it wasn't so much as a threat as just plain creepy. Then Emma tried to get his placement changed AGAIN and THEN I had to put him on house arrest until the trial, which lord only knows when that will be." Sharon sighed finally opening the bottle and pouring herself a glass feeling the strong liquid hit her throat though nothing would be strong enough to solve today's problems.
Andrea nodded setting her hands on her hips thinking of solutions. "What about getting extra protection? Can't they put a few patrol officers outside in shifts?"
"Taylor said that's why I carry a badge and a gun." Sharon held up her hand to stop Andrea's protective response. "I promise you I've already been over this with Taylor and he isn't budging." She walked over to sit down at the table curling up in the chair as she takes off her jacket setting it aside. "I thought you weren't going to be home tonight." It was stupid, but the only thing Sharon could think to say to change the subject.
"I went home and did some work and then went to get a shower and realized that all of my things are here. So I came over and took my shower and decided a warm dinner might be nice after a long day." She walked over to join Sharon at the table taking a seat. "I'm sorry I can't do more to help Sharon."
Sharon nodded taking another sip of the wine not ready to yet accept the loving woman's apology, yes it had been sincere but after years of giving second chances; Sharon wasn't so quick to trust anymore. "I know" Sharon finished off her first glass of wine and began pouring the second and felt Andrea's hand gently pushing the wine bottle back to the table, "how about some dinner first?"
Sharon met Andrea's eyes and instinctively pulled the wine bottle closer to her body, "I'm allowed to have a drink and I'm not hungry." The tone in Sharon's voice was cold and her eyes dark, all of these changes and stress with Rusty were taking their toll on her.
"Okay." Andrea held her hands up defensively and stood up from the table heading back over to the counter to make herself a plate as Sharon worked on her second glass.
The guilt began to course through her and she ran her fingers through her hair standing up and walking over to Andrea standing behind her as she set her hands on her hips leaning her head against her shoulder gently. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be taking this all out on you and I know it. I don't like not being able to do anything to help. Rusty is helpless and I can't even do anything to make him feel safe and it's making me crazy."
Andrea smiled feeling Sharon was finally opening up and turned to hold her when Sharon's phone began ringing again and Sharon quickly pulled away jogging off to the living room to grab her phone leaving Andrea feeling empty once again.
Sharon stepped in a few moments later setting her phone on the kitchen counter, "That was Taylor, apparently my team went into overtime today and he decided to call me and remind me of policy." Sharon rolled her eyes once again reaching for the half full wine glass taking a large gulp and Andrea smirked running her fingertips across Sharon's shoulder.
"Why don't we eat something and then take a bath? I don't Taylor is the only one who could benefit from a relaxing bubble bath tonight." She smiled kissing Sharon's shoulder.
"I have a better idea. Let's skip dinner and the bath and just take this bottle to bed." Sharon smiled entangling her fingers with Andrea's.
"You may regret that decision later." Andrea smiled following Sharon's already moving feet towards the bedroom.
"Later can wait." Sharon grinned opening her bedroom door shutting it closed behind them just as Sharon's phone began to ring again.
Andrea sighed taking the wine bottle Sharon practically shoved at her as she jogged after her phone; sitting down on the bed taking a sip from the bottle. "Looks like later will have to wait."
Although in the life of crime and drama, later isn't always an option.
( Okay, what did you think? Reviews are LOVE and always welcome, good or bad. Any ideas or input is also welcome, I would love to hear some ideas on where you want this story to go.)