We've reached the last chapter. I want to thank all of you who have left some amazing reviews! I really appreciate them and the time you took to write them. I thought it was appropriate to end this story after episode 10, which was also the time the show went on hiatus before the next set of episodes aired. As with the season, some chapters have been comical, but this one had to have a more somber tone. Hope you enjoy and thanks again for sticking with this story!

It was a somber day; it had been a somber few days. It was never easy investigating a murder. It was even harder to investigate the murder of a friend's family member. Sharon had hated delivering the news to her friend, a trusted colleague, about her son's murder, but she'd done her job. The team, all of them, had done their job. Sadly, the murder was much more complicated than they had previously imagined, and Sharon always hated seeing sad cases such as this.

The somber case carried over to the task of the afternoon, burying Mariana. Gus had given Andrea the information she needed, and right now, the only thing keeping him in LA until the trial was the burial of his sister. Andrea had arranged, along with Andy's help, the funeral for Mariana, and it was now time to close things at the office and head to the cemetery. It would be another somber afternoon. Sharon looked out, glad to see a bright light, or a bright spot, in the dark day.

"Is everyone ready?" she asked as she closed her office door and looked to Andy's desk. He was standing at it where he was collecting his keys and phone. He turned to her and quickly moved to her side to help her put on her suit jacket.

"Yeah, you know Provenza is off with Sykes dealing with the case," he waved toward their desks. "Just spoke to him, and they are going to meet us at the cemetery. Mike, Julio, and Buzz already went downstairs. I told them we'd be right behind them."

Sharon nodded, "Rusty sent me a text about a half hour ago. They were leaving the condo and headed this way. He's been very good with Gus the past few days." Andy nodded and looked to Sharon's side. He raised his eyebrows when he didn't see her laptop bag. She shrugged and said, "I figure after the case and the funeral today that I don't need to worry about work this evening. I'd really like to focus on you, on us," she smiled. "I was hoping you could come over, and we could make dinner and have a normal evening."

Andy let out a slow sigh as he smiled, "A normal evening sounds wonderful. Ready, then?"

Sharon nodded, and the two walked side by side to the elevators. Sharon sent Rusty a quick text while they waited on the elevator and turned to Andy, "Rusty said they just parked. He and Gus are going to meet us at the elevator to ride to the cemetery."

Andy nodded again. Sharon moved closer to him in the elevator and squeezed his hand quickly as they watched the numbers drop, floor by floor. As the elevator neared the parking garage, Andy spoke again, "Are you ready for this?" he asked quietly.

Sharon turned to him, sorrow on her face, "I am. The question should be directed toward you. This case was a hard one for you from the start. Are you ready for this today? You've gotten to know Gus, and that must make this even worse."

He nodded, as the door opened, and he slipped his hands into his pockets, "I'll be okay. I'm glad she has a name, a family to mourn her. I know Gus never wanted any of this, but she's being put to rest properly."

Sharon reached toward him, her hand extended, and Andy quickly put his hand in hers. He didn't have to be told twice. He squeezed her hand as they stepped out of the elevator. Sharon glanced around, but she didn't see Rusty or Gus. Andy nudged her shoulder and gestured toward her car, which wasn't far away from them. The two were standing by the car.

"We can take a service vehicle," he suggested. She nodded, and Andy reached into his pocket. "I grabbed both sets of my car keys. I'll drive if you like."

"Please," Sharon let out a long breath as they reached Rusty and Gus. "If you two are ready, Andy's going to drive one of the service vehicles."

Rusty glanced to Gus, and he nodded as he glanced to the ground. They all knew it was a rough time for him. Andy gestured to the line of service vehicles on the opposite wall of the garage. "I've got the keys to the blue one," he nodded to the boys, gesturing to the vehicle. They both nodded and started to walk toward the vehicle. Sharon gripped Andy's hand tighter as they walked to the car, and he opened the door for her.

"Closure for everyone," Sharon told him quietly as he held the door. He nodded, and she slipped into the car. Andy closed the door and moved slowly to the driver side.

Once the four were in the car, Andy made his way out of the parking garage. The car was quiet; it was a time for reflection. As soon as he turned onto the surface street, Sharon reached for his hand. This funeral, a funeral for a once victim, felt like one for a family member. The drive to the cemetery continued, with Sharon and Andy holding hands while the ride was silent. Sharon glanced back toward Rusty a couple times; he was sitting behind Andy, so it was easy for her to check on him. He looked out the window, but Sharon wasn't sure he was looking at anything. She knew he also had a lot of emotions as they drove through the streets of LA.

"There's Mike," he nodded to Sharon as they pulled into the cemetery. Mike, Julio, and Buzz were stopped just inside the cemetery entrance, with the other officers who would be assisting, waiting for them. Andy offered a quick wave and nod to them as he drove by, and Sharon noticed they followed behind them to the gravesite. "Provenza is here," Andy nodded. Sharon returned the nod, and he parked the car.

"Gus, we can-" Sharon started to say, but Gus spoke up.

"No, I'd like to go to her alone," he told them. "Just for a moment." They all got out of the car, and Sharon noted Provenza walking to her. She looked back to Rusty, and he nodded to her; they didn't always need to communicate. He was going to stay behind and follow Gus.

As Sharon talked and walked with Provenza, Andy followed closely behind. It felt like second nature to reach for his hand when they followed the casket to the grave. She clutched it tightly, with no concern to their relationship status here with their team.

It felt good, if that was the appropriate term, to have Andy by her side during the funeral. She'd often noticed how his presence brought a calming feeling to her; it did once again today.

"You okay?" he whispered to her after the service. She had spoken to Rusty, tried to calm her son when she knew he was emotional.

"I will be," she said as she leaned into him. She felt his arm come around her side, and she knew he'd try to pull it back because they were around the team. He was being very respectful of their work and personal relationship. Without a thought to work boundaries, she tugged on his arm to keep it in place. Work was over; this was personal now, the funeral this afternoon. She'd had time to think about her life a little during the funeral. The thought of standing alone at any funeral from this point forward seemed cold, dark, and foreign to her. She realized she probably cared more for Andy than she could verbalize at the moment. She wanted him by her side; she didn't want to imagine moving forward in her life without him. "I'm better now," she whispered once again as they continued to walk toward the cars. Both could see Rusty walking ahead alongside Provenza. Gus was lingering; Sharon knew it was hard to let go of regret and a loved one.

"Rusty-will he be okay?" Andy whispered again. The two could see Provenza talking quietly to Rusty and Rusty returning the comments with a nod.

"He will be too," Sharon said quietly. "Are you okay? I worry about you. You don't always have to be strong for me, for us," she said.

Andy nodded as he squeezed her side closer to him, "I'm fine," he said quietly. "I'll be better when we can be together without an audience. I just want to hold you."

They reached the line of cars, and the team stood there waiting further instruction. Sharon and Andy walked to Provenza.

"Please go home," she told him as she looked around at her team. "All of you, go home; spend time with your loved ones."

They all nodded, and Provenza looked to Sharon and Andy, "I told Rusty I'd take him and Gus for burgers. I know if he gets stuck going to eat with the two of you, he'll be forced to eat salad. I figure least we can do is feed Gus before he heads back to Vegas."

Sharon nodded and looked to Andy. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he did, Sharon squeezed his hand. "Thank you, Lieutenant. That's very kind."

"Well, I haven't had the guy sleeping in my guest room. Guess I can at least get him a decent, well, a greasy meal. Flynn, is his stuff still at your place?" Provenza asked.

"No, Rusty picked up Gus and all his things. I'm guessing they are in his car at work," Andy explained.

"Well, you two go," he gestured to them. "I'll take the boys for food and deposit them back at the station."

Sharon reached out and squeezed Provenza's arm, to which he looked down at her touching him. She smiled to him, a silent thank you, and then she looked to Andy. "Perhaps we should say something to Gus before he leaves?"

Andy nodded, and they turned to find Gus slowly making his way back to the group. Rusty was standing alone off to the side against Andy's service vehicle.

"I'll speak to Rusty about the plans," Provenza nodded as he stepped away. Sharon and Andy walked to Gus.

"Gus, can we do anything more for you right now?" Sharon asked as she reached to grab hold of Gus' hand.

"No," he sighed as he looked to her. His eyes were red, but he had no more tears. "You've done so much, all of you. I don't know when I will pay you back."

"Not necessary," Andy said as he reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "It's the least we could all do. I meant it that you have a place to stay with me when you come back to testify. I'd be honored to have you stay with me again. I mean that."

Gus nodded in appreciation, "Thank you both, for this, for everything. I can't tell you how much it all means."

"Be safe, Gus," Sharon sighed. "We will be in touch." They both nodded to Gus and turned back to find most of the team heading to their cars. Amy had ridden with Provenza, but she was getting into the car with Mike, Julio, and Buzz. Andy nodded to Provenza as he stood with Rusty, the two waiting for Gus.

"Call me if you need anything," Andy told Provenza. "Thanks for taking them to eat."

Provenza shrugged, "We're a team. We're a family. This," he gestured to the boys, "is what families do, but if you tell the captain or anyone at the station I called all of us a family, I'll deny it, Flynn. You go," he waved Andy off. "Take the captain home. You two have been carrying the load of this case for a long time. I'll make sure Gus is fed and delivered to the bus station."

Andy reached in and pulled out his wallet, "Here, give this to Gus. He won't take it from me right now, but make sure he gets some cash. Guy has been through it and back. I know he doesn't have much. And, know I'll find out if you use it to pay for lunch," he leaned in and gave Provenza a glare.

Provenza waved to him, "Oh, go before I send Rusty and Gus home to spend the evening with you and the captain. I know you'd love that," he rolled his eyes. Andy chuckled quietly and patted Provenza on the shoulder before he turned to Sharon. She'd pulled Rusty to the side, and the two had gone for a short walk to talk.

"Ready?" he asked her. She nodded, and he opened the door for her. She climbed the car and leaned her head back where she closed her eyes. She heard Andy get in his side, and she smiled when she felt him reach over and squeeze her hand in her lap. "My Dear, where to?" he asked.

She hummed and opened her eyes as she turned toward him, "Let's get one of our cars, and then we can head to the condo. I have food so we can figure out something to cook."

"Sounds like a very good plan," he said as he kissed her hand. She settled in, looking at him, as he started to pull away from the cemetery. He threw a quick wave to the rest of the team. Mike's car was ready to pull out as well.

"I finally feel like we put that case to rest," he sighed after they'd pulled into traffic. "Tough for Gus, but I'm glad we could give him that peace of knowing about both sisters."

"Yes," Sharon nodded. "As I stood there during the funeral, I realized I didn't want anyone else standing beside me but you," she admitted as she ran her other hand over their joined hands on the console.

"Oh?" he questioned as he glanced to her. "I guess I realized that quite some time ago," he admitted as he gave her a soft smile. "I know we're taking things slowly, but I know that I don't want to let you go."

"Hmm, yes, I'm realizing that myself, finally," she returned the small smile. She continued to run her hand over his.

"So, we continue to take things slowly," he repeated the phrase, one they'd said to each other before.

"Yes, but that's only because we want to do this right; we are both in this for the long haul," she added.

He nodded, "So, taking it slowly," he started, "dinner and a movie with you qualifies, right? We can spend the evening relaxing at the condo?"

"Oh, I think definitely," she smiled to him. "We're not to the overnight guest stage, at least as I discussed with Rusty," she smiled again, "but, I mean, who could argue if you and I happen to fall asleep on the couch tonight together?"

"Ahh, I see," Andy nodded as he held back a smile. "Well, then, let's grab my car."

Sharon looked to him with an odd expression wondering how he'd jumped from one topic to another; she wasn't seeing their similarities. "How so?"

He shrugged, "I've got my toiletry bag I keep in the car, you know, when we work long cases. I probably should bring it to you know, brush my teeth after we eat."

Sharon pursed her lips as she held back her own smile, "That's very good planning, very hygienic of you."

He grinned, "Just promise me I get my Sharon tonight, not the overly flirty, trying too hard Sharon. She gets flustered easily around me. My Sharon," he flashed an even bigger smile, "she's amazing when she's just being herself. I really care about her. I'd really like to enjoy an evening with her."

Sharon finally broke into a full smile, as she flipped her hair deliberately, "Oh, I think that can be arranged. I've been told I'm terrible at flirting," she flashed a smile to him. "So, knowing that, I guess you're stuck with me," she shrugged. "No one else would ever pick up on my poor attempts to flirt, so I guess it's just you with me."

"Well," he pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed it again, "what's the saying? I'll take one for the team?" he winked. "Sweetheart, I wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else."