amop-series #25#
/TIJUANA BRASS/
Andrew Flynn couldn’t decide between excitement or annoyance when he spotted the familiar form of Sharon Raydor striding in from the corridor and arriving in his murder room with an expression of formality and her hands on hips in her usual ‘I’m here to make trouble’ style. On her heels followed her little whelp, the poor kid trying to adopt the same smug smirk Sharon had perfected over decades of being a single female in a large crowd of men; the Elliot kid however only managed to look even younger.
Andy chuckled and shook his head at the vision.
Besides Mike engrossed in his computer the murder room was empty but for Andy at his desk. The chief had barricaded herself in her office, blinds closed and most assuredly ransacking her not so secret drawer of sugary confections to calm her nerves. Andy would make sure Sharon did not bother her - there had been plenty of others when the bastard had put his hands around the chief’s neck - the last thing the chief needed was I.A being their usual nosy self; no Andy could handle Sharon.
Andy narrowed his eyes, watching as Sharon came to a halt inside the doorway and then scanning the room her eyes landed on him. The stare he received set the deal and the scales tipped to feeling a tad more annoyed than excited.
Elliot stood at her shoulder, crossing his arms and turning his scowl up a notch.
Andy got up from his chair and stalked towards her. “What are you doing here?” he grumbled before he could reconsider, forgetting for a brief second that maybe a cordial ‘hey’ would have been warranted.
Sharon crossed her arms and glared back at him, “Your chief was assaulted and a whole crowd of detectives had to subdue your suspect - a suspect who’s screaming police brutality left and right, ranting about human rights and evidence being mishandled,” she paused briefly to direct one lone condescending eyebrow at him, ”What do you think I’m doing here?”
Sharon turned to Elliot, “Detective, why don’t you go have a talk with lieutenant Tao.” Elliot nodded and Sharon smiled softly, “Remember it’s your show.”
“Got it, Captain,” the kid said, his face lit up in ridiculous pride. Andy rolled his eyes to the ceiling and when his eyes landed on the kid again the little whelp was scowling in Andy’s direction, a well pronounced sneer that made it certain the kid had seen the eye roll.
Andy waved the kid along, waving his hand dismissively in the direction of Tao and his computer. The kid stalked over to Mike.
“Did someone piss on his breakfast?” Andy asked, staring at the back of Elliot.
Sharon slapped his shoulder, “Stop antagonizing him.”
Andy looked back at Sharon, “What! I haven’t said a word to him.”
“You know very well what I mean. You yell at him whenever you want to know my whereabouts. Pushing your rank in his face, intimidating him; it’s not going to make him friendly towards you. So, if we are talking about who’s been pissing on his breakfast the answer is you, lieutenant.”
Andy sighed, “He’s too sensitive.”
“And you are without a doubt too insensitive,” she smiled in that way where you knew she did not mean it kindly.
“Yeah, yeah - I think we established that eons ago.” Andy gave a nod in the kid’s direction, “His show?”
“I’m supervising,” Sharon replied, “Officially I’m not here.”
“I still don’t understand what you are doing here, officially or unofficially” Andy grumbled, “the freak’s a dirty cop - from Tijuana nonetheless,” Andy shrugged indifferently, knowing he was being antagonistic without good reason.
“I’m well aware of the whole situation, lieutenant, seeing Chief Pope and Commander Taylor just filled us in on every detail.”
Andy gave a noncommittal hum, knowing it would piss her off, “Yeah - well there’s nothing to investigate for you is there. The case is shut and closed, easily - the scumbag has the cartel so far up his ass, he’s got dirty money coming out of his mouth.”
Sharon lips curled in disgust at his obscenity and Andy gave her a cheeky sneer in return.
“You have such a flair for words,” she sneered, eyes doing a slow roll.
“I’m a regular Shakespeare, I know,” Andy smiled caustically, taking a step closer to her. His shirt sleeves were rolled up from the earlier scuffle and his agitation was still boiling just under the surface. Somewhere in all his pent up emotions there was a reserve of exhilaration just waiting to be released as well because in all honesty Sharon in her official snarky internal affairs routine was at most times something of a turn on.
It always became a game then, a little back and forth.
“Detective Elliot is here, on the request of our superiors, to make sure there are absolutely no loop holes for your suspect to jump through.”
Andy ignored her comment and instead he tilted his head, leaned in conspiratorially towards her, “Funny fact - did you know this guy’s a fucking internal affairs commandant.”
Sharon narrowed her eyes, her chin up in an arrogant angle, “Are you trying to insult me with that ridiculous analogue? If that’s the best you can come up with I think you should consider just throwing in the towel and going home.”
Andy smiled, “Just seems funny, that’s all.”
“You know what I find funny?” her voice was dead low and she didn’t give him time to answer, “Your predilection for without fail ruining my day.”
Andy chuckled, “It’s that easy to ruin your day, huh?”
Sharon pointed her finger at him, “Why are you such an asshole?”
Andy leaned even closer and whispered, “Because I’m hot and bothered.”
Sharon looked overwhelmed for a second and then a devious smile appeared on her lips that did not in any way help with his impending erection.
“Internal affairs are here to collect statements,” Sharon replied, the innocent tone only suspicious.
“You can collect mine first,” Andy volunteered, a hand on her shoulder and steering her towards the corridor and toilets.
She laughed, “No, no - I don’t need yours. I think it will be enough to let Elliot interview everyone else but you.”
“Exactly,” Andy replied, “You have plenty of time to supervise in spirit and take a little walk with me.”
She stopped and spun around, her hand briefly on his chest and pushing him away; the touch was only soft however. “Why don’t you just go back to your desk and do whatever it is you were doing?”
Andy smirked and planted a hand on her hip and whispered into her ear, “Just admit it, you are bothered too.”
Sharon shook her head with a wry smile, her eyes narrowing in on his hand on her hip. Andy quickly let go of her and watched as she slowly walked back into the corridor; Andy followed her naturally.
“So you admit it,” Andy prodded her, following her sway down the corridor till they rounded a corner, the hallway empty.
Sharon turned around and caught his head in between two hands, her lips on his in a searing kiss.
Andy grinned into the kiss, his hands landing in her hips and drawing her closer to him.
“I admit that I find you self-absorbed and smug beyond reason,” Sharon husked once they broke apart.
“Mmhm, the best qualities,” Andy countered, planting his lips on hers again.
In reply Sharon bit down on his bottom lip, pain flaring in his mouth and the taste of metal strong when she broke away.
Andy soothed the sore skin with his tongue, giving her an arched eyebrow, “I’m seriously thinking about taking you with me into the toilet.”
Sharon’s mouth curved and her eyes glinted with humor, “I have a busy schedule today, lieutenant - maybe some other time.”
With a little wave she left him in the hallway, going back to the murder room to supervise.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Andy hollered at her back, his lips split apart in a broad grin as he enjoyed watching her ass.
Fuck, now he was definitely bothered.
…
Mwuahaha
Andrew Flynn couldn’t decide between excitement or annoyance when he spotted the familiar form of Sharon Raydor striding in from the corridor and arriving in his murder room with an expression of formality and her hands on hips in her usual ‘I’m here to make trouble’ style. On her heels followed her little whelp, the poor kid trying to adopt the same smug smirk Sharon had perfected over decades of being a single female in a large crowd of men; the Elliot kid however only managed to look even younger.
Andy chuckled and shook his head at the vision.
Besides Mike engrossed in his computer the murder room was empty but for Andy at his desk. The chief had barricaded herself in her office, blinds closed and most assuredly ransacking her not so secret drawer of sugary confections to calm her nerves. Andy would make sure Sharon did not bother her - there had been plenty of others when the bastard had put his hands around the chief’s neck - the last thing the chief needed was I.A being their usual nosy self; no Andy could handle Sharon.
Andy narrowed his eyes, watching as Sharon came to a halt inside the doorway and then scanning the room her eyes landed on him. The stare he received set the deal and the scales tipped to feeling a tad more annoyed than excited.
Elliot stood at her shoulder, crossing his arms and turning his scowl up a notch.
Andy got up from his chair and stalked towards her. “What are you doing here?” he grumbled before he could reconsider, forgetting for a brief second that maybe a cordial ‘hey’ would have been warranted.
Sharon crossed her arms and glared back at him, “Your chief was assaulted and a whole crowd of detectives had to subdue your suspect - a suspect who’s screaming police brutality left and right, ranting about human rights and evidence being mishandled,” she paused briefly to direct one lone condescending eyebrow at him, ”What do you think I’m doing here?”
Sharon turned to Elliot, “Detective, why don’t you go have a talk with lieutenant Tao.” Elliot nodded and Sharon smiled softly, “Remember it’s your show.”
“Got it, Captain,” the kid said, his face lit up in ridiculous pride. Andy rolled his eyes to the ceiling and when his eyes landed on the kid again the little whelp was scowling in Andy’s direction, a well pronounced sneer that made it certain the kid had seen the eye roll.
Andy waved the kid along, waving his hand dismissively in the direction of Tao and his computer. The kid stalked over to Mike.
“Did someone piss on his breakfast?” Andy asked, staring at the back of Elliot.
Sharon slapped his shoulder, “Stop antagonizing him.”
Andy looked back at Sharon, “What! I haven’t said a word to him.”
“You know very well what I mean. You yell at him whenever you want to know my whereabouts. Pushing your rank in his face, intimidating him; it’s not going to make him friendly towards you. So, if we are talking about who’s been pissing on his breakfast the answer is you, lieutenant.”
Andy sighed, “He’s too sensitive.”
“And you are without a doubt too insensitive,” she smiled in that way where you knew she did not mean it kindly.
“Yeah, yeah - I think we established that eons ago.” Andy gave a nod in the kid’s direction, “His show?”
“I’m supervising,” Sharon replied, “Officially I’m not here.”
“I still don’t understand what you are doing here, officially or unofficially” Andy grumbled, “the freak’s a dirty cop - from Tijuana nonetheless,” Andy shrugged indifferently, knowing he was being antagonistic without good reason.
“I’m well aware of the whole situation, lieutenant, seeing Chief Pope and Commander Taylor just filled us in on every detail.”
Andy gave a noncommittal hum, knowing it would piss her off, “Yeah - well there’s nothing to investigate for you is there. The case is shut and closed, easily - the scumbag has the cartel so far up his ass, he’s got dirty money coming out of his mouth.”
Sharon lips curled in disgust at his obscenity and Andy gave her a cheeky sneer in return.
“You have such a flair for words,” she sneered, eyes doing a slow roll.
“I’m a regular Shakespeare, I know,” Andy smiled caustically, taking a step closer to her. His shirt sleeves were rolled up from the earlier scuffle and his agitation was still boiling just under the surface. Somewhere in all his pent up emotions there was a reserve of exhilaration just waiting to be released as well because in all honesty Sharon in her official snarky internal affairs routine was at most times something of a turn on.
It always became a game then, a little back and forth.
“Detective Elliot is here, on the request of our superiors, to make sure there are absolutely no loop holes for your suspect to jump through.”
Andy ignored her comment and instead he tilted his head, leaned in conspiratorially towards her, “Funny fact - did you know this guy’s a fucking internal affairs commandant.”
Sharon narrowed her eyes, her chin up in an arrogant angle, “Are you trying to insult me with that ridiculous analogue? If that’s the best you can come up with I think you should consider just throwing in the towel and going home.”
Andy smiled, “Just seems funny, that’s all.”
“You know what I find funny?” her voice was dead low and she didn’t give him time to answer, “Your predilection for without fail ruining my day.”
Andy chuckled, “It’s that easy to ruin your day, huh?”
Sharon pointed her finger at him, “Why are you such an asshole?”
Andy leaned even closer and whispered, “Because I’m hot and bothered.”
Sharon looked overwhelmed for a second and then a devious smile appeared on her lips that did not in any way help with his impending erection.
“Internal affairs are here to collect statements,” Sharon replied, the innocent tone only suspicious.
“You can collect mine first,” Andy volunteered, a hand on her shoulder and steering her towards the corridor and toilets.
She laughed, “No, no - I don’t need yours. I think it will be enough to let Elliot interview everyone else but you.”
“Exactly,” Andy replied, “You have plenty of time to supervise in spirit and take a little walk with me.”
She stopped and spun around, her hand briefly on his chest and pushing him away; the touch was only soft however. “Why don’t you just go back to your desk and do whatever it is you were doing?”
Andy smirked and planted a hand on her hip and whispered into her ear, “Just admit it, you are bothered too.”
Sharon shook her head with a wry smile, her eyes narrowing in on his hand on her hip. Andy quickly let go of her and watched as she slowly walked back into the corridor; Andy followed her naturally.
“So you admit it,” Andy prodded her, following her sway down the corridor till they rounded a corner, the hallway empty.
Sharon turned around and caught his head in between two hands, her lips on his in a searing kiss.
Andy grinned into the kiss, his hands landing in her hips and drawing her closer to him.
“I admit that I find you self-absorbed and smug beyond reason,” Sharon husked once they broke apart.
“Mmhm, the best qualities,” Andy countered, planting his lips on hers again.
In reply Sharon bit down on his bottom lip, pain flaring in his mouth and the taste of metal strong when she broke away.
Andy soothed the sore skin with his tongue, giving her an arched eyebrow, “I’m seriously thinking about taking you with me into the toilet.”
Sharon’s mouth curved and her eyes glinted with humor, “I have a busy schedule today, lieutenant - maybe some other time.”
With a little wave she left him in the hallway, going back to the murder room to supervise.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Andy hollered at her back, his lips split apart in a broad grin as he enjoyed watching her ass.
Fuck, now he was definitely bothered.
…
Mwuahaha