A/N: First, I want to start off by thanking anyone who has favorited, followed, left a review or has read my stories. I truly appreciate it.

Finally getting around to writing one of these prompts. Starting out with a little humor.

Prompt: "God, Andy, you have a lot of balls."

As usual, I don't own these amazing characters, I am just taking them on a ride! They will be returned to the Duffster!

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We spent seven months looking for the perfect place. We finally found one last month and here we are in Andy's storage unit sorting through it, because he wants to get rid of some of the things. As we peruse through his belongings one container in particular, catches my eye. It has "Do Not Touch," written upon it, so of course I must look. Without Andy noticing, I maneuver towards it and start to open it and it falls to the ground making a loud crashing noise. Andy, jumps and turns around and asks, "Sharon, are you okay?" I nod yes and just stare at the mess I've created on the floor. There has got to be at least 75 baseballs scattered across the floor. Before I can catch myself, I exclaim, "God, Andy you have a lot of balls." He smirks before replying, "Well, I never heard that one before." I can't help but laugh at his innate ability to relish in the innuendo.

"Sure, you haven't." I reply with an impish smirk. We laugh together before he bends to pick up one of the leather balls. His face washes over with a memory as his fingers trace the laces.

"Do you remember where got each one of these?" I ask interrupting his memory.

He looks up at me and cocks a soft smile, the one I love so much, before he replies, "Yes. Each one of these are fly balls. This one in particular I caught at a game with my son." Beaming with joy he continues to regale me with the memory of this particular ball, "He invited me to visit him a few years ago and he took me to a Chicago Cubs game. He actually caught this and wanted me to have it."

"That's nice that you have that memory with him." I say looking at him noticing the hint of sadness reflecting in his eyes. "Honey, you will get back to that place with him, soon." I say as he looks at me and we exchange smiles. "I hope so. After all, according to Nicole, The Sharon Effect, as she calls it, is just as good as magic." He teases. I laugh before saying, "I wouldn't go so far as to say magic, but it is pretty amazing." "Yeah, it is." He agrees as I start to pick up some of the balls and I recognize one, "Is this from our first Dodger game?" I inquire holding up the salsa stained ball, as the memory of how he exactly caught the ball came flooding back to me.

Laughing he confirms, "Yes, it is. I can't believe you remember that!"

"Of course I remember when you almost fell and then complained about your back for almost two weeks!" I say.

"Of course you'd remember the embarrassing parts about the moment." He ushers out wading through the mess in the floor, to me.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't believe the extent you went to, to catch a fly ball. It's almost as bad as you fighting a child for one!" I state.

Placing his hands on my waist, he bends to my ear and whispers, "Can you keep a secret?" I quirk an eyebrow at him as he gazes into my eyes, and whisper back, "You didn't?"

He chuckles before continuing, "Of course not! But Provenza has!" I burst into a full blown laugh and he joins me. He pulls me into his embrace even tighter as we continue to laugh at his partner. "I don't have a hard time believing that!" I exclaim wrapping my arms around his neck. "Who would?" He jokes before placing a kiss along my jawline. I moan lightly as he continues to trail kisses along my jaw. He reaches my mouth and our lips are pleading to be conjoined desperately, so mush so, that we forget that the door is wide open. As our tongues tango, our hands start a dance of their own. Before we can get a grip on our actions we hear someone clear their throat. Breaking the kiss and slowly sliding my hand from his backside, I peak around Andy to notice Patrice standing at the door smiling at us, before I can say anything she teases, "Aren't you glad I'm not Louie?" We all burst into a fit of laughter. As we are laughing, Provenza walks around the corner and asks, "What's so funny?" We all just look at him and say in unison, "Nothing."

He gives us all that trademark stare of his before saying, "Whatever." We all smile at each other. Provenza shakes his head and inquires, "What's with the balls?"

"Oh, that's my fault. I lost control of the container." I enlighten him.

He smirks and mumbles under his breath. Patrice is the only one who hears it and she smacks him on the arm while admonishing him, "Louie!"

"What? It was too easy!" He stammers barely able to contain his laughter. Andy and I just stare at him trying to figure out exactly what he said. Deciding to ignore Louie and his antics, we begin to pick up the balls and then it dawns on me what he could have said. I decide to have a little fun with it and get his attention. "Lieutenant, don't worry I handle those quite well." I whisper. His face turns bright red and he stammers out, "Ye, Gods!" All but running out the of the room. Patrice and I laugh so hard we have tears threatening to fall. Andy, leans over to me and whispers, "That you do, that you do." Not knowing that Patrice heard him, he tosses me a customary wink and I smile at him as a blush creeps upon my face.

Patrice stands up and says, "Hey, just a little suggestion. The faster we finish this," motioning around the room for dramatic effect, "the sooner you can get to…well you know." She shrugs her shoulders and tosses us a smile. Andy chuckles and says, "I knew I always liked you for a reason."

{The End}

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