Part 13

"Mmm, what time is it," Sharon squints as the first faint rays of morning break through the window.

"Five."

As Sharon rolls on her side to look over at him, Flynn fluffs up a pillow and leans back, reaching out to play with her hair. "Sleepy?" She shakes her head. "Hungry?" Sharon grins. "Not for food?" She shakes her head again, running her fingers along his chest then under the sheet at his waist. "You wicked woman."

"I hear the most wicked one ever," she smirks, leaning up to pull him into a kiss.

"How the hell did I end up with Sharon Raydor in my bed," Flynn says, rolling on his back so that she settles on his waist.

"You led her here."

"How do I keep her here?"

"Is that what you want?" She cocks her head, a serious expression darkening her eyes. Flynn runs his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face.

"Instant family?"

She frowns and looks away, saying "That's not, I didn't mean…"

"No, it's a fair question." He studies her, licking his lips as he takes her in. "I want to get to know you and Danny. I want, I just want to follow this wherever it goes." Sharon toys with the salt and pepper colored hairs on his chest, letting his words sink in.

"I can agree to that," she says, remaining serious at the sight of the healing white line from when he was attacked just a few months ago. She traces the line, her mind replaying the sight of him on that night. "I didn't tell you, but seeing you that night, the night you called me and there was all that blood…" Sharon ducks her head, hiding behind a wave of her long hair. "I don't know why – I can usually handle it better but that night…"

He brushes at her chin with his thumb. "So you really were concerned about me?"

"Until you got all pissy and in my face," she smiles, "at that point I contemplated shooting you myself."

Flynn chuckles, "so I make you crazy?"

Sharon nods, "very much so."

"Did I tell you thank you for that?" He frowns as she begins to shake her head. "Stupid me." He sighs, pushing her hair back from her face to look in her eyes. "Sharon, thank you." She places her hand over his, intertwining their fingers as she leans down to kiss him.

"So we have a couple of hours, huh?"

"Give or take."

"Well then," she wiggles backwards, causing Flynn to draw in a deep breath. "Let's not waste a minute."

While Sharon showers, Flynn heads to the kitchen to make coffee.

"Oh not good," he mumbles at the sight of a near empty fridge except for a few bottles of condiments, some cans of soda and a couple of bottles shy of a six pack. "Beer is not good for kids." Flynn ponders his absent food supply and, heading back to the bedroom, realizes a dash to the store is in order. Stopping by the bathroom door, he pokes his head in to say, "I've got to run out for a minute."

"What?" Sharon, hair full of soap, peeks through the shower curtain to see Andy smirking at her.

"Breakfast. What anything?"

"You cook?"

The shock in her voice makes him leer at her. "No, I buy."

Sharon's grin turns to a grimace as soap slips into her eye. She mutters a curse before moving under the spray, whatever request she might have obscured by the water. Flynn huffs out a sigh, quickly dresses and heads out to the store, deciding to grab whatever breakfasty items he can find.

Sharon finds a clean pair of Flynn's boxers and an old baseball shirt to put on after towel drying her hair. Padding out to the kitchen, she makes sure to clean the table while waiting for the coffee to brew. She's enjoying a cup when Daniel staggers down the hallway, rubbing at his eyes, his hair out of place.

"Hey," he blinks a few times as if making sure it's really his mom at the table.

"Good morning."

Realizing she's wearing Flynn's clothes, and then realizing the couch doesn't have any blankets on it, Daniel begins to smirk. "So, uh, you slept over too, huh?" His eyebrows actually do that little up down, up down move.

After taking another sip of her coffee, she nods saying, "yes I did." But her tone has an edge to it as she glares at him over her mug, daring him to make another smart remark.

Daniel sobers, the grin disappearing as he slumps in a chair next to her. "Still pissed at me?"

"Royally."

"Okay, I've got cereal, instant oatmeal, bananas, some other fruit, yogurt, that granola stuff," Flynn says, coming in the front door and rounding the short corner to the kitchen. He sits down two brown bags and starts unloading his haul. "Eggs, anyone want eggs?"

"Cereal's fine," Daniel says, then with a glance at Sharon he adds, "Um, thanks for letting me stay over, um, Dad."

Flynn nearly drops the carton of eggs, but is saved by Sharon's quick reflexive move. She also catches his eye, shrugging and giving him a 'watch him, he's tricky' look when Flynn flicks his gaze away from Daniel. Flynn clears his throat, managing to eventually reply, "Yeah, well, next time you tell your mom first, right?"

"Oh don't worry, Daniel and I will be going over quiet a few new rules later," she replies, looking through the grocery bags and picking out a banana and a croissant. Flynn and Danny exchange another glance, both still weary of Sharon.

"Right well, you need a bowl," Flynn says to Danny. "I have those, somewhere." He looks at his cabinets, saying "ha" before opening one on the far right. "And a spoon, spoon, spoons are…"

"Here," Sharon holds up hers which Flynn takes, flashing her a smile as he passes it to Danny.

"Our first family breakfast," the kid chances the quip. Sharon cuts her eyes at him, but slowly grins, which lets Danny know it's safe for him to breathe again. For the moment. He starts in on his cereal, but feels his mother staring at him.

"Ma'am?"

"Are you about finished?"

Danny looks down at his half-eaten breakfast then back up at his mother, shaking his head. Flynn, coffee in hand and chewing on a bagel, leans against the counter. When Daniel looks his way, he shrugs.

"You best be getting ready if you plan on changing clothes before going to school," Sharon says, her eyes on her croissant as she tears off a bit of the bread before eating it.

"Um, alright, we're going home first?" Daniel asks as he grabs his bowl and gets up from the table.

"No, you are going to take the bus. I think you know where the stop is from your little adventure yesterday."

"Sharon," Flynn starts, but bites his tongue when she turns her glare on him.

"Daniel, you know where the stop is?" she asks, still not looking at her son. Daniel nods, then squeaks out a yes. "And you charged your phone?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Then you'll have no reason to ignore my calls."

"No ma'am," Daniel replies, his appetite long gone as he stares at his mother, his best repentant expression in place.

"I expect you to be at school for the required amount of time today, and, after you walk home, the lawn needs to be mowed."

"But the landscapers…"

"Will be told that they have a helper today. Javier will be so happy to know he only has to trim the hedges and will not mind if you borrow his pushmower." Daniel starts to frown. "Do you have something to say?" The sight of the fury just at the edge of her stare makes Daniel swallow hard and inch closer to Flynn.

"No ma'am," he shakes his head as he gets out of his chair. He dumps the remainder of his cereal in the trash, places the empty bowl and spoon in the sink and begins to back out of the room. "I should get going, like you said." In a flash he is down the hall.

Flynn raises his eyebrow. "What?" Sharon asks.

"You really would have strangled him if I hadn't been here."

She shrugs, sipping at her coffee. "Only a little. But lucky for him you were here to calm me down."

"Well, here," Flynn glances at the table as he pulls a chair round, "wasn't really where you calmed down." Turning the back of the chair to face her, he straddles the seat and leans close to Sharon, a schoolboy grin on his face. "Did I tell you how good you look in my shirt?"

"I don't think you did."

"You look very good in my shirt," he whispers, brushing his lips against hers.

"At least it was clean," she returns, a smile on her lips, "I could recommend a wonderful maid."

"Snob," Flynn cracks, cupping the back of her head with his hand and pulling her lips closer to his. Sharon mumbles something that sounds like her favorite word to call him just as Danny rushes past, calling, an eww, love you, and goodbye before he goes out the door.

Sharon finishes the kiss, licking at her lips with a contemplative expression. Flynn frowns. "You're thinking again."

"What?"

"That look," he says, reaching across the table for his coffee cup and grabbing a pastry before glancing back at her, "it's the one you get when you're about to come down on us for something."

She rolls her eyes at him, picking up her cup and moving to refill it. "I didn't say anything."

"And again, I said you were thinking it." With her back to him, Sharon pours more coffee, taking time to add sugar and cream. "So?"

"He called you Dad," she says, her eyes locked on Flynn's generic wooden cabinets with their fake brass handles.

"Because I saved his life," he quips, elbows propped on the table and his gaze locked on her form, still amazing even in his grey Dodgers shirt and plaid boxers. "Since when did you get shy?" This makes her frown and turn to face him as he knew it would.

"What we did, it wasn't good."

Flynn's lips scrunch together as he squints, "Didn't hear you complaining between those cute little moans and, 'oh yes, please right there' commands." He dodges the hand towel she throws at him.

"That's not what I meant," she scowls.

He moves to her, taking her coffee cup and sitting in down on the counter behind her before bracing his hands on the counter on either side of her. "I know what you meant, but teasing you is such fun." He gives her a quick kiss, smiles, then leans in for a longer one. Sharon slips her hands round his waist to pull him closer.

"We're going to have to tell them," she mumbles, each word filled with dread. Flynn stills, the reaction giving away exactly what he didn't want to tell her. "Flynn?"

"Um, wow, I think it's late and I need to shower…" He turns away, but Sharon grabs his arm.

"You didn't."

Flynn avoids her gaze and becomes suddenly interested in his feet.

"Andy."

He clears his throat, a wave of empathy for his son washing over him as Sharon turns her intense glare his way.

"Who did you tell? Please god don't let it have been—" He scratches at his nose, eyes trained on his own abandoned coffee cup. "Provenza! Flynn!"

"He was in the car with Sanchez."

"Julio Sanchez, too!" Sharon's eyes flare, her hands firmly on her hips as she glowers at him. Perhaps it's because he knows she doesn't have her gun holster on and that he can outrun her to her purse that Flynn begins to smirk. "Why are you smiling?"

"Do you even know how hot you look right now?"

"You are not changing the subject," she replies, her annoyance at him increasing as he calmly moves back to her, his eyes laughing. "And I will not allow you to use that, that," she stammers, her concentration broken as Flynn wraps his hands around her waist and nudges her closer against the counter.

"That what?" he says, leaning down to nibble at her ear. His breath against her skin makes her shiver, igniting flickers of heat in places she'd rather not be distract by while in mid-rant.

"Oh so not fair," she whispers in defeat.

Flynn kisses her neck, slowly working his way back up to her lips. "You know us. The last thing the guys will do is use any of this against me or you."

"Or you," she snaps back, "And what do you mean by 'this?' What else have you told them?"

"What is there to tell?"

Sharon stares at him a moment, her lips pursed. "So they know about Danny, but not about us now."

"Now just happened last night, and I can assure you that I have a solid alibi for my whereabouts when out of your sight." He smirks, eyes twinkling and she can't help but smile, albeit a faint one.

"Solid?"

"To your high standards."

"It best stay that way."

Flynn bounces his brow at her and nods.

"Fine. But if I hear one crack out of Provenza," she gives him a stern glare, inching her thigh between his legs and applying the slightest hint of an unwelcomed pressure, "you will be held accountable. Understand?" Flynn swallows hard, taking a second longer than needed to nod.

"You are a ball-buster."

"And don't you forget it," she smirks, lightly kissing him. "You better go shower, and I need to get going myself." She caresses his cheek, feeling the stubble on his chin. "Thank you for Danny." He smiles, pulling her into another long kiss.

"I'll see you at work, Captain?"

"Yes you will, Lieutenant."

"I look forward to it," he grins as she walks away to gather her things and he heads off to shower and change. "You can wear those out if you'd like. The shirt really does look better on you anyway."