First of all, thank you for the lovely reviews on this!

Now, Leauh2o expressed a wish to see Rusty finding Andy's insignia and well, who am I to say no to a challenge?

I think this turned into a crackfic, but I had fun writing it so maybe you'll have fun reading it!

Once again, a huge thanks to MajorCFan for being my beta on this. :)

LOST & FOUND

The next morning, Andy and Sharon only stopped by the condo long enough to reluctantly get out of their uniforms and exchange it for more usual work attire.

As always, Andy was done freshening and cleaning up sooner than her so by the time she stepped out of the bathroom ready to face the new day in new clothes, she found him stretched out on their bed, fully clothed, only his jacket missing.

"You asleep?" she asked gently, rounding the bed and tapping his feet.

He grunted. "I wish." He cracked an eye open to look at her. "You done?"

"Mhm," she said, slipping her blazer on. "You go look for that insignia of yours?" she asked, releasing her hair from underneath the collar.

"Nah," he said, sitting up. "Too tired. I'll look for it when we get home tonight."

She pursed her lips and looked at him.

"What?" he asked, puzzled. When it dawned on him, his eyebrows went up. "You know I was kidding about Rusty last night?"

"I know," she said on a smile, however she sounded ever so slightly unconvincing. She shrugged then. "I just hope we even get home tonight."

"Well," Andy started on an optimistic note as he got to his feet, "let's hope Provenza's age-old prophecy comes true, then."

She laughed. "It's always the husband."

...

As it turned out, Provenza had been right and the case turned out to be pretty straightforward. They could more or less wrap it up by the end of the workday and head home at a decent hour.

Once home, Rusty had surprised them with dinner, saying Gus was working and he had been bored and decided to cook. He even offered to clear the table afterwards, but Sharon wouldn't hear of it and insisted it was the least she and Andy could do in thanks. Andy looked a bit like he would have been more than happy to accept Rusty's offer, but kept his mouth shut and simply joined Sharon as she went about her task after she shooed Rusty into the living room.

"Say, what's this?" Rusty said in greeting once they joined him. He was half-sitting, half-lying on the couch and was holding up a small silver item between two of his fingers.

Sharon had already sat down in a chair to his right and looked up to see what he was talking about. Andy was in the middle of sitting down on the chair to Rusty's left and perked up when he realized what Rusty was holding. "My Lieutenant's pin!" he said happily, reaching out a hand to relieve him of the discovered item. "I was starting to worry I'd have to get myself a new one," he added, finally sitting down, and storing the insignia safely into a pocket.

Rusty just shrugged and shifted on the couch. "Mom, wanna take the c-" He cut his question off when his eyes fell on Sharon. Even in the dim lamp and TV light he could make out that she looked flushed, as if she was blushing, and her eyes were set on Andy. "Erm, you okay, mom?" he asked on a frown.

Almost startled, Sharon snapped out of whatever state she was in and offered Rusty a visibly flustered, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she waved a hand through the air. "You were asking?" she added, seemingly more interested in that.

Rusty gave her a puzzled look but, before he could actually repeat and finish his initial question, he whipped his head around when Andy suddenly let out a chuckle. It was a good thing, therefore he could not see the dangerous glare Sharon shot her boyfriend.

"What's so funny?" Rusty asked.

Andy just shrugged however, and focused on the TV. "Nothing," he said nonchalantly.

That did not exactly help lessen Rusty's confusion, but he turned his attention to his mother again, shrugging it off. "I just wanted to off-" Again he had to cut his sentence short, for he caught his mother mid-sigh. And if he had to guess, it was a sigh of relief.

He sat up properly on the couch and looked between them. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Nothing," Sharon said soothingly. "You wanted to offer me the couch," she added in a questioning tone of voice, and even though Rusty neither confirmed nor denied the correct assumption, she simply went on. "Keep it. I'm beat, I'd only fall asleep on there." She waved a hand at the couch and turned her attention to the TV as well.

Rusty looked back at Andy just in time to see a grin fade from his face and that only made him more confused. Andy sure acted strange occasionally, but Sharon almost never did.

He shrugged, his gaze on Sharon again and said, more to himself than them, "You're weird tonight."

She suddenly slightly shifted in her chair avoiding his gaze, and this time he was absolutely certain that she had blushed. He frowned again. It didn't help that Andy snickered again, too.

"Okay, seriously, guys." Again he shot them puzzled looks. "I give you that stupid pin," he waved a hand at Andy, "and you," he turned to Sharon again, "go all," he trailed off, his mouth staying open momentarily as a disturbing thought suddenly occurred to him.

Before he could voice it though, Andy interjected. His voice was tinted with a bit of amusement. "We've had a long day, Rusty." He shook his head. "Actually, make that a week," he corrected, the heavy sigh that followed effectively confirming just how long a week they've had.

But by the end of Andy's response, Rusty had had a one-track mind and he narrowed his eyes at him to ask, "How exactly did you lose that pin of yours?"

"Don't know," Andy shrugged. "Provenza noticed it was missing when we got to the crime scene yesterday," he added, his focus on the TV again.

Still suspicious, even if Andy seemed not too concerned by any of it, Rusty turned to his mother, who for once obviously was the weaker link of the two. He was sending out a silent prayer though that she would just confirm Andy's words and that they had no idea how or when it came off. "You sure about that?"

The look she exchanged with Andy before turning to him was enough to confirm his awful suspicions and Rusty suddenly lurched to his feet. Maybe he shouldn't have asked.

"Oh my God, mom!" He gave both of them an incredulous look. "Are you kidding me?" He dropped his gaze on the couch, a disgusted look on his face. "Really?" he said feebly, almost pleadingly, too.

It was probably a good thing he had his back turned to Andy now or he would have seen him shoot Sharon a look that all but screamed an incredulous, "What the hell, Sharon?"

For some reason though, whatever awkwardness Sharon seemed to practically ooze with in the past few minutes, suddenly vanished. "Calm down, Rusty," she said in a strict voice, waiting a beat for him to look at her. "It's not what you think it is," she then added.

"Yeah," Andy chipped in helpfully, "it was all PG rated."

Sharon's eyes widened and she shot him an incredulous look. Clearly that statement was anything but helpful. Rusty too, whirled around to give him a similar look.

"Is that supposed to make this any less," he paused briefly to turn back to his mother, "disgusting?" he finished pointedly.

And suddenly she burst out laughing. Even Andy started laughing. He was familiar with Rusty's initial opinion of him in this context.

Rusty's look turned bland and, defeated, he flopped back down on the couch, having no other choice but wait for the duo to collect themselves. "If it's so PG rated," he shot Andy, who just shrugged, an irritated look and then refocused on his mother, "what's with the," he stopped only to finish his question by waving a hand at her.

"Oh," she was still fighting her laughter, "we just never left behind any evidence before," she said, then instantly paled once she heard Andy groan.

"And I'm the one wearing the Lieutenant insignia," Andy told Rusty sarcastically, but he was busy hiding his face in his palms to groan for an entirely different reason.

Once he collected himself again, he addressed Sharon. "You know, I get all the, uh, lovey-dovey stuff," he waved a hand between them. He had been witness to that plenty of times and understood it. Even though it was still sometimes weird for him, he had made his peace with it. Especially since he started dating as well. "It's the same with me and-" his eyes widened. This time it was him who blushed and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He made no attempt to finish the sentence.

"With you and?" Sharon prodded, feigning ignorance, but she was unable to contain her smirk. Andy started laughing again.

Rusty stood up, unimpressed. "Just," he grimaced and changed the course of his sentence. "If I don't shove any of the, uh," he frowned for a moment as he searched for the right words, "disgusting parts into your faces," he nodded, satisfied with his word choice, "can you not shove this," again he waved a hand between them, "into mine?"

Sharon readily nodded and said, "Deal."

Andy however muttered, "You're the one who just had to know why she was acting so strange." He was shaking his head, too.

"Well, I couldn't have predicted this, now could I?" Rusty exclaimed, throwing his arms out.

"Rusty," Sharon warned.

He ignored her and, after taking a deep breath, changed the topic. "You know what? I'm calling it an early night if you don't mind." Not waiting for permission, he turned around. "Good night, you guys," he said and made a hasty retreat into his bedroom, barely acknowledging Andy's and Sharon's returned "Good night." on the way.

The moment they heard his door close, Sharon let her head fall over the back of her chair and let out something in between a sigh and a groan.

On a laugh Andy asked, "What was that all about?" He hooked a thumb behind him in the direction of Rusty's room. "The kid was clueless until you started squirming over there."

"Well, your laughing at me didn't help matters either," she shot back.

Andy only gave her a bland look, not in the least fazed by her irritated outburst.

"Oh, I don't know," she said on a long sigh, sounding apologetic, too. She gave him a guilty look. "I just thought about where that was heading before we got rolled out and," a one shoulder shrug ended her sentence.

Andy smirked. "I gotta say, I like you all flustered, Captain."

She chuckled. "Uniforms will do that to me, I guess."

"You know," Andy's voice went conspiratorially low as he leaned forward in his chair, "we don't need special occasions to whip out those uniforms." A raised eyebrow punctuated his sentence.

She let out a loud, breathy laugh. "That just reminded me of Provenza that time we watched the Dodger game here for the 4th of July."

Andy frowned and leaned back in his chair, his attention back on the TV now. "Wow, Sharon, way to ruin the mood." He shook his head to add a muttered, "Mentioning Provenza of all people."

That only had her laughing more. Once her laughter subsided though, she offered him a coy smile and said, "Well, I think we could still pick up where we left off yesterday."

The suggestive tone of her voice alone was enough for Andy to forget about the TV and look at her. Over an upturned eyebrow he tilted his head toward the couch and grinned.

She shot him a horrified look though. "Not with Rusty home," she said, shocked.

He just chuckled at her and stood up to walk over to her, offering her his hand. "Of course not," he said seriously and, on a smile, she accepted it and got up as well.

On their way to the bedroom they only stopped long enough to turn the TV off. When they reached the door Andy said, "So with or without the uniform?"

She snorted.

Offended, he stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "What?" He fished the recovered insignia out of his pocket. "I expect you to reattach this, my dear."

She shook her head at him, amused, and grabbed him by his arm. "Just get in here," she mumbled, pushing the door open and practically manhandling him into the room.

He did not fight her and once inside, watching her close the door, he said teasingly, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times..."

She turned around to look at him with an eyebrow raised in warning.

He did not heed the warning. "You're only the boss-"

"Oh, shut up, Andy," she interrupted, taking the two steps between them to close the distance.

He grinned, thoroughly enjoying annoying her. "Case in point," he gestured at her standing now in front of him with an unimpressed look on her face.

She trapped his face between her palms and finally shut him up by planting her lips firmly on his.

THE END

(this time, for real)

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