Two more floors to go; the elevator was quiet now that it was moving again. He stood against the wall and closed his eyes. He was tired, a good tired, but tired. He smiled, though, thinking of the wonderful week he'd had. He opened his eyes, happy for the rare moment of silence. Even on a Sunday afternoon, it was a rarity to ride in an empty elevator. The doors opened, and no surprise, there were a few people waiting for it. He stepped out, nodding to the familiar faces there and walked toward the office. He opened the door and wasn't surprised to see it mostly empty. He and Provenza were up for the week. Sure, there would be others in and out too, but their area was mostly quiet right now. He looked over, again, not surprised to see Provenza at his desk. Andy had seen his car downstairs when he'd pulled in too. He walked around to his desk.

"Ahh, Flynn," he heard and glanced to Provenza who had a foot long sub at his desk and was happily devouring it. Andy grimaced at Provenza, who had mayo and mustard on his face as he ate. A quick glance, and Andy knew that the sub was Provenza's normal favorite, roast beef, ham, and salami covered in lettuce, onions, and hot peppers. Andy hated the smell of it all, but Provenza obviously loved it. "Where have you been? I thought you were coming back earlier today."

"I'm back," Andy said, throwing his lunch and bag on his desk. "What do you mean? I came back," he said, spinning around to almost show him that he was standing right there. "Shift hasn't even started yet," he said glancing to his watch. "We have 10 minutes."

Andy moved things around to sit down there in his chair. Provenza continued to chew his sandwich; Andy didn't even want to watch; the love affair Provenza had with sub sandwiches would turn anyone's stomach.

"Well, I was waiting at home all day for you to show up," Provenza grumbled, spitting lettuce as he spoke.

"Oh, MY apartment," Andy smirked. "What, were you wanting to ride together? Sorry, didn't know that we needed to carpool," he flashed a grin.

Provenza grumbled and waved his hand at Andy, still focused on his sandwich, "I wouldn't have gotten dressed until I was walking out the door if I'd known you wouldn't be home. Instead, I actually got ready for the day, put on pants and all."

"Gee, what a concept," Andy said, moving some files as they talked.

"So," Provenza said, spitting lettuce again. He gestured with his hand, "How was the week? You survived the ex and Raydor together?"

"Yup," Andy said quickly with a snip to his voice.

"Well," Provenza said with a gesture. "Let's hear it."

"You know," Andy sat back in his chair and crossed his leg, gesturing with his hand, "great week up there. Hardly saw Sandra or the dirt bag, so that was a plus. Kids were great," he smiled. "I had the best time with them, and that's what I wanted. I got to spend the days teaching them how to ski. It was really great. Most evenings they were busy; Sandra wanted their family time, but man," he nodded, "I got the best of the days with them."

Provenza continued to chew his food, "So, you didn't mention her."

"Ahh, yes," Andy nodded as he sat back, a smile on his face, "the kids love Sharon and loved spending some time with her. Yup, great trip. Skiing with the kids, spending time with the kids, getting married, spending time with Sharon, relaxing evenings in the hotel hot tub," he finished.

Provenza had been nodding at Andy's report of his week, but suddenly, he spit out his lettuce across the desk right at Andy, "What?"

"What?" Andy looked to him perplexed. "Oh, right," he nodded, "the hot tub. Yeah, it was a great bonus after skiing all day."

"You got married!" Provenza yelled, smacking his hand. "Are you insane?"

"When you know, you know," Andy winked at him. "Yeah, we did. So, we talked about a lot of things, about how our relationship has been a roller coaster and all, but in the end, we decided to get married. I'm better with her, and she feels the same. One of the evenings, the kids had to be with dirt bag and his company dinner. We had a lot of time, and we had decided to drive up to Reno, which wasn't too far from where we were at Tahoe-couple hours- to get married. It was great, and we had been talking about our future most of the trip. It felt right. Yeah, we talked about doing something different, about making it a big deal at home, about having all our kids there, but honestly, for once, we did something for ourselves. We made this decision together and wanted it to be special, private, and intimate. Also, we don't have the kind of cash most weddings require, and we didn't to do it here with the eyes of everyone downtown here watching us. We drove over there, got married, had a wonderful late dinner, and we drove back to our room at the hotel-"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Provenza said yelling and raising his hand. "Stop right there. I can't believe you got married to her!"

"We did," Andy said, smiling as he folded his fingers there in front of him. At that, Provenza narrowed his gaze and zoned in on the shiny new ring. He pointed at Andy. "Oh," Andy looked at it and back to Provenza, "yeah, didn't have the money I wanted to buy her a nice diamond. It will come. For now, we both have gold bands. I promise, though, Provenza, I'm getting her a nice diamond. Is it too fast? I don't think so. I mean, we've had this going on for a few years now. It's definitely been a challenge, but we want to be together."

"Flynn, have you learned nothing from watching me with all of my wives? Provenza asked, his voice high-pitched as he gestured. He still had lettuce stuck to his face. Both men looked toward the door at the sound of footsteps. Provenza scowled, and Andy smiled.

"There she is," Andy said, flashing a grin. Sharon returned the smile and looked between the two men. She gestured with her hand, in which she was also carrying paperwork.

"I take it by Provenza's scowl you've told him?" Sharon asked, now reaching their desks. She stood there, black pant suit with her one hand on her hip and the other with the paperwork.

Provenza pointed to her with his pen, "I can't believe you two actually tied the knot. All this on again, off again, friends, whatever," he threw up his hands in the air, "just can't believe you two went this route."

Andy twisted in his chair and looked up at Sharon, "Hello, there, my beautiful bride," he flashed a grin. "I was just filling in Provenza here on the details."

"I'm here to finalize those details," Sharon said, clearing her throat as she handed him the paperwork. "Paperwork for HR." She reached over and brushed lettuce off the side of Andy's face, looking at the wrappers from Provenza's sub and the shreds of lettuce all over the desks.

"That was fast," Andy said, taking it from her and sitting up in his chair.

"She's locking it down, Flynn, locking it down! You two really got married?" Provenza asked again.

Sharon crossed her arms and nodded. Her solid gold band was there too. She nodded, "We did. You know, we both said we were so traditional with our first marriages. I'm sure you understand that," she said with a genuine smile at Provenza. "We talked about just continuing to date, and honestly, we were both tired of that. As far as work, I needed to get a few case reports that have been sitting on my desk, and while here, I told Andy I'd fill out the new paperwork we have for HR."

"I love her, and I love those kids," Andy said, looking up from where he was signing paperwork. "I just want to be with her; we want to be a family."

Provenza stared at them, looking from one to the other. Finally, he started to chuckle slightly, "Right, okay, so I can only imagine that Sandra took this well. You showed up on her trip and dropped the bomb you got married?"

"I don't really care what she thinks," Andy said with a shrug. "It was our trip; Sharon and I made it what we wanted. I only saw Sandra twice because of the way the kids were dropped off for ski school. Yeah, we told her, but what could she say? The kids have known Sharon for years, and Sandra already thinks I'm irresponsible. If anything, Sharon makes me look better," he said, looking up to her with a grin and a wink. Sharon rolled her eyes and sighed, looking to Provenza.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you, and I'm sorry you couldn't be there to stand up for Andy," Sharon said.

"Like I would have done that," Provenza huffed, but when he looked over and saw both looking back at him, he rolled his eyes and gestured. "Fine, yes, I would have, and Flynn, you should have told me. Wait," he pointed to Sharon, "what about your kids?"

Andy gestured to Sharon for her to answer. She crossed her arms again and looked down briefly, "My mom and kids weren't thrilled, at least my mom. The kids are young. I mean, they love Andy. It wasn't that. We told them he was going to be living with us now again, which is slightly confusing since he did before, but we told them that we got married. Emily is very confused because she's into all of the Disney movies. She sees the princess and reads about all these fairy tale weddings, so she imagines something like that. They will adjust fine. My mom is still here. She wasn't happy, but quite honestly, she hasn't been happy with many of my decisions. She didn't like it when I divorced Jack. Truth be told," Sharon looked to Provenza and then put her hand on Andy's shoulder, "it's none of her business. I'm happy. We're stable and trying to make the best of this crazy life we have. I'm not sure anything would please her. She does like Andy, yes," Sharon nodded. "I'm not sure, though, that she is happy with any of it. Oh well," she shrugged.

Provenza looked to Andy, "So, you were back earlier today?"

"Yeah," Andy said. "I never said I wasn't. We just went to Sharon's place," he said, "which is where I'm going to be living now too. Look, I know you're in the middle of your own marriage mess, so stay at the apartment as long as you like. I'm paid for next month. Lease has been on a month to month for some time, so just decide what you want to do and let me know so we can let them know. We wanted to go by the house, tell Sharon's kids and mom, and here I am at work. You're the next to know."

Andy finished signing the paperwork Sharon had pulled. He handed it back to her. She looked over and smiled again at Provenza, "I know you are Andy's best friend. That makes you family, and I hope we can get along. I know all of this work banter is just that, and down under the tough guy exterior, you're a giant teddy bear. You've always been kind to my kids, and I hope that here in the next week or so, after you two finish your week of nights, maybe we can have you over for dinner. How about we come to an agreement that you watch out for him at work, and I'll watch out for him at home?"

"Hey, I'm right here," Andy said, gesturing to himself. "I don't need babysitters." At that, both Sharon and Provenza turned to glare at Andy. He raised his hands in defense, "Okay, maybe in the past, I've needed help pulling myself out of my own misery, but that's over. Promise."

Provenza looked up to Sharon, "Because of you, he still has a job. You could have fired him years ago for his drinking. I'll keep an eye on him, and I'll come to dinner if you have steak."

"Steak it is," Sharon chuckled. "I'm going to get going. I need to head back to my office and finish up a few other things before I go home."

"You aren't on call?" Provenza asked.

"No, I just came in with Andy to do some paperwork," she said, holding it up, "and clear my desk. You know, I was out last week to get married," she grinned. Andy chuckled and reached over to squeeze her hand.

"Be careful going home and have a good evening," Andy smiled. "I hope you and your mom get a chance to talk."

Sharon nodded and leaned over, kissing him quickly. She stood and looked to Provenza who was making a face at him. Sharon sighed, "I'm not technically on the clock," and with that, she walked to the door and threw them a wave. Andy stared at her until she was out of sight.

When Andy looked back at Provenza, he was now leaning forward at his desk. Provenza shook his head at Andy, "You really got married."

"Yeah," Andy said, smiling and nodded. "For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm moving forward, and Provenza, I'm happy. I can't remember when I've been happy."

Provenza listened and just nodded, "Tell me something, Flynn. A couple weeks ago, we were sitting at your place. I'd told you the sad story about my failing marriage. We were gossiping like teenage girls. You told me the whole story, and as we both know, I mean the whole story with her," Provenza nodded to the door where Sharon had just left. "You told me what happened, what scared her off. Now, you also told me that you were the idiot that didn't finish your vasectomy. I shudder as I think about this. So, dare I ask?"

Andy just shrugged, "We finally reached an agreement, well, an agreement of sorts. We're going to wait and reevaluate later, basically keep our options open."

Provenza narrowed his gaze, "Just some friendly advice-kids from one wife, and then kids with another wife-it gets messy and expensive. I'd say don't do anything stupid, but you're sitting here, and we're talking about this."

"Noted," Andy grinned. "And, thanks, Provenza for understanding, for being nice to Sharon."

Provenza just rolled his eyes, "Flynn, as much as I don't want to think about you with her, I also see how far you've come. I'm holding you to this steak dinner."

Andy chuckled, "Noted. I'm happy, Provenza, really happy."

Andy's phone rang, and he answered it.

"How did he really take it?" Sharon asked into the phone. "I didn't want to cause any more of a problem."

Andy chuckled and turned in his chair for a shred of privacy, "Everything is okay. I miss you," he said, and he head Provenza groan from his chair.

"I miss you too. Andy, I'm really happy. I know I was all over the place, but I'm glad we made this jump. I honestly think that I would have gone on searching for something, and it's been right in front of me. So, thank you for giving me the clarity I needed."

"Hey, thank you for giving me a chance. I'd say we saved each other," he added.

"Andy, I never would have predicted you would become my husband, but I'm glad I could see the good in you. Now, be safe out there, and I'm going to go home. I used to hate the word, home-it seemed like a place to drown my sorrow, but home now, I look forward to the home we will create."