Andy's eyes were focused on the road ahead of him, a road that he knew very well and yet this particular drive down that road made his heart thump like an African drum. Sharon was sitting next to him and looked almost as contemplative as he was. When they first started going out for dinner once a week, they decided that she would pick their dining place one week and he would pick the following week. Since going to an Indian restaurant and then the cinema was her idea, this week it was his turn.

"Are you gonna tell me where we're going?" she asked after a while. It appeared that his nervousness started rubbing on her as well.

"You'll see in a few minutes. We're almost there," his voice was strained. He hasn't felt so nervous and insecure in a long time.

"Are you sure you have the right address? This is a residential street," Sharon said.

"Don't worry. I've been there more times than I can count," he said softly, hoping that he didn't sound condescending. He made a left turn, and after two blocks made a right turn. The street he was driving on had small and rather inviting cottages. He drove two blocks and then pulled into the driveway of one of the houses. Sharon looked at him strangely.

"So I guess we're here?" she asked, her tone clearly conveying confusion and a little mistrust.

"Yes," Andy replied as he went out of the car. He walked around it and opened the door for her, extending his hand towards her. She took it and exited the car, closing the door after her.

"Clearly, that's someone's house, so I'm assuming we're having a home cooked dinner tonight?" Sharon seemed both intrigued and suspicious at the same time.

"Yes, we are," he said and they walked down the path that lead through the door. Andy quickly pulled the key and unlocked it. He quickly turned on a switch near the doorway and strings of small light bulbs went on. It looked like dozens of fireflies took over the house and cast their magical glowing lights around it. He moved away from the doorway and let Sharon enter the house. "Welcome to my home," he said. A soft smile played on his lips when he saw the slightly astounded expression that spread across Sharon's face.

"Andy, I… I'm surprised." She said and he closed the door behind them and walked from the foyer towards the living room. She followed him, looking around her in awe.

"Well, I thought we could do something slightly different tonight, but if you're not comfortable with being here, we can go out," Andy said.

"No, this is actually very interesting. You've been to my place a few times and I've never been to yours, so…" her voice trailed off.

"Originally, I thought we would order something, but then I had a better idea for what we could eat."

"You've got my attention," Sharon smirked.

"Instead of dinner, I'm going to make us breakfast – pancakes, waffles, fruits, whipped cream, cinnamon buns… What do you say?" Andy watched the way her eyes lighted up and the corners of her lips curled upwards.

"It sounds like a lot of fun. Can I help?" she asked with the voice of an excited little girl.

"Of course," Andy replied as he walked towards the kitchen, with Sharon following him. When he turned the lights on, he could see in Sharon's eyes that she was impressed.

"Andy, your kitchen is huge!" she called out. "I would die for a kitchen like this."

"Well, you can come over and use it any time you want," Andy grinned and walked over to the fridge. "I kind of cheated with the cinnamon buns. I made them this morning, but haven't baked them yet, so let me just shove them into the oven first and then we can make everything else." He took a pan full of buns out of his fridge and put them on the counter, turning the oven on and setting it to the right temperature.

"I guess that you had this breakfast-dinner planned out in advance, huh?" Sharon asked.

"Guilty as charged," Andy gave her his infamous boyish grin, the one that he usually liked to use around her when he was caught red-handed, which really, wasn't something that happened that much ever since she became in charge of the Major Crimes division.

"That's very kind and thoughtful, Andy. It's actually nice doing something different," She said as Andy handed her an apron.

"We're gonna make the pancake and waffle batter from scratch," Andy said and Sharon arched her eyebrows. "What? Don't tell me you buy a ready-made mix."

"Well, since Rusty is very fond of pancakes and I don't really have time to make them…" Sharon bashfully admitted.

"Pancakes are always tastier when you make your own batter," Andy smiled and took the required ingredients out of the fridge and cupboards. He placed it in front of her. "You know how to make pancakes from scratch, right?"

"I have a clue, but…" Sharon shot him a helpless look.

"Don't worry about it; I'll teach you," Andy shrugged. He found it a little funny that health freak Sharon bought a ready-made mix.

Andy instructed her how to make the pancake batter while he prepared the waffle batter. Then he handed her a pan while he took the waffle iron. He was done before Sharon did, and then took the cinnamon buns out of the oven and started cutting fruits. The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of fresh pastries and even though Sharon did not seem very talkative, he still enjoyed her presence. He hummed a tune, and although he did not remember the name or the lyrics of the song, Sharon recognized it and joined his humming. Andy was almost tempted to stop humming, just so he could hear her voice, but he assumed that if he stopped, Sharon would too.

"I'm done here," Sharon said as she placed the plate of pancakes in front of him.

"Well done," Andy responded as he saw the plate. Her pancakes looked very fluffy, and considering the fact that she was used to working with ready-made mixtures rather than a thick and pasty batter, it was a real accomplishment.

"You're an overachiever," Sharon grinned as she saw everything that he managed to do while she was making the pancakes.

"I'm just very used to working in the kitchen," he shrugged.

"So, is everything ready? Should I set the table?" Sharon asked.

"Before that…" Andy said and brought his hand to Sharon's face, quickly brushing flour off her cheek with his thumb. Sharon's eyes widened in surprise and Andy could see the green orbits darkening and yet, they shone at the same time. He could feel his heart thumping so fast that he feared that it would tear through his chest. Slowly but surely, he leaned forward, stopping only an inch away from Sharon's lips in order to give her a chance to back off, if she wanted to. She didn't even move. He then allowed his lips to land on hers. Sharon's lips spread open, ever so slightly, but still enough so he could capture them. She let him, and then pulled away, almost breathless. He looked into her eyes, trying to decipher the meaning behind her wide-eyed gaze. "I'm sorry. I thought you wanted this."

"It was… umm, unexpected, but…" Sharon bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes, obviously frustrated with her inability to form a coherent sentence. "It was great, Andy."

"But I guess you don't feel the same," Andy's tone was laced with disappointment.

"It's not that," Sharon looked away for a moment. "I wanted you to do it, for quite some time, actually. I just didn't think that you were interested."

"What are you talking about? I held your hand last week at the cinema," Andy called out in surprise.

"Yeah, and I thought you wanted to kiss me, but then you just pulled away, so I figured you were not into me." Sharon's cheeks became rosy. Suddenly Andy realized why she practically leaped out of his car when he drove her home that night.

"I'm sorry that I made you feel like that, Sharon. I am very much into you."

"You are?" her voice was soft.

"Are you kidding me?" Andy took her hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was still beating rapidly. "Can you feel that?" Sharon hummed. "You are the reason for this. You make me feel this way." He felt Sharon's lips on his, warm and passionate and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to his, enjoying the way holding her felt. He pulled away from her slowly, and looked into her eyes. "So I guess there's really one more thing that I need to ask you."

"Sure," she said, breathless.

"Sharon Raydor, would you go on a date with me?"

Sharon didn't use a single word to answer his question; her lips gave him a non verbal reply.

THE END