"So, DDA Rios?" Sharon quirked an eyebrow as she sat down across from Andrea, pleased that they had ended up in a secluded back table tonight and that the blonde had ordered her a drink,

"Not my decision," Andrea threw her hands up, though her face was sympathetic, "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea," Sharon sighed, reaching across the table with one hand to snag Andrea's, the other brining her wine glass to her lips, "She almost threw up in autopsy this morning. The only way she could stay was by standing as close to the door as she could get. With her back to the body!" Andrea chuckled at that, she'd heard stories about Emma Rios but was never sure if she could take what people said as the truth, it seemed no one had been lying about this one,

"Was she at least nice to Rusty?" the change in Sharon's face was enough to confirm her other fears regarding the fledgling DDA, "I'm sorry Sharon," she squeezed the older woman's hand gently and the older woman tried a smile,

"Not your fault." She sighed, rubbing her fingers across her forehead, "We knew that they would probably switch you out when we told them about us,"

"We could have waited."

"No sweetheart, no, we couldn't have," Sharon's smile was gentle as she regarded the younger woman, "If we had gotten Stroh to court and it had come out it would have been much, much worse."

"I know, I just don't want Rusty to suffer,"

"Me either, myself and Ms Rios will simply have to have a talk," Sharon smiled as their waiter arrived with their meals, what she said next was mumbled into her plate so quietly that Andrea wasn't convinced that she was supposed to hear, though the blush that appeared high on Sharon's cheekbones was adorable,

"What was that?" she teased, nudging Sharon's foot with her own as she began to eat,

"I said, Sharon looked up with a scowl, "I didn't want to wait anymore. I wanted...dammit I wanted to ask you to move in."

"You, you, you. You what?!" Andrea's eyes were wide as she regarded the brunette, her fork falling to her plate forgotten, "You want me to move in?"

"I do," Sharon nodded, reaching for Andrea's hand again, "It was supposed to come out more romantically than this but yes, that's what I want."

"But Rusty..."

"Thinks it should have happened a long time ago," Sharon nodded, "So, what do you think?" Sharon got preoccupied with her food again, still unsure of what Andrea's answer would be, things had been going great with them but she was having trouble convincing herself that this wasn't too soon.

"I think, if it means waking up with you, coming home to you, sharing everything with you, then I think yes. Yes, I'll move in."

"You're sure?" Sharon's eyes were hopeful but Andrea could see the uncertainty in them and squeezed her hands, leaning over the table to kiss her sweetly,

"I'm sure." She let the words ghost over Sharon's lips before she kissed her again and sat back in her seat,

"Ha. Rios is going to pitch a fit!" Sharon grinned, continuing at Andrea's confused smile, "She almost had kittens when she realised Rusty was my foster son. She's going to love it when she finds out I've moved the DA in with us too!"

"You're evil Sharon Raydor," she chuckled,

"That's why you love me." Sharon smirked, "And there's no way you can deny it!"

"I wouldn't dare. Now I think, since its days are numbered, we should go and spend some time at my apartment don't you?"