/ELYSIAN FIELDS/Andrew Flynn had been dead certain no one ventured down into the cellar of the LAPD building after hours, the old evidence storage room usually deserted after six pm unless some hotshot detective was on a cold case all-nighter. Seeing the time was fast approaching midnight and he was still the only occupant of the enclosed concrete ( Read more... )

/TAPPED OUT/“Boo,” came a breathy noise suddenly next to Andrew Flynn, the imprint of lips against the shell of his ear a tantalizing surprise that nonetheless resulted in him flinching and hitting the wrong letters on the keyboard, the word ‘search warrant’ becoming unrecognizable on the computer screen ( Read more... )

A/N: Finally, we have reached the F.I.D-party-crashing-timeline. Wuhu. Hope you haven’t totally forgotten this series, sorry about the little hiatus ;)

/RED TAPE/“Hey boys, how’s the devil doing?” Andrew Flynn asked casually around his beloved toothpick, giving the three musketeers a sarcastic grin. The three sergeants, Sharon Raydor’s little ( Read more... )

/SUDDEN DEATH/Andrew Flynn pressed himself unashamedly against Sharon Raydor, his jeans feeling restrained in a certain place and his hands on their way under her soft sweater, the material feeling light between his fingers. They backed up into the wall just inside her front door, shadowed in from the bright light of the sun ( Read more... )

/CONTROLLED BURN/Despite his inclination to let his anger rise - the reappearance of Bill Croelick always managed to make his blood boil - Andrew Flynn found himself worrying after a whole day of listening to the grapevine going up in a volume that suggested that Captain Raydor was on the warpath and in one of her characteristic sith-like moods. ( Read more... )

/NEXT OF KIN 1/“May I ask why you are at your desk, Lieutenant Flynn?” came Sharon Raydor’s voice, a hint of repressed annoyance in among the sarcastic connotation to the words. It was a voice Andrew Flynn recognized as velvety danger - a voice Sharon usually reserved for addressing wayward officers she had no personal connections to. Andy grimaced ( Read more... )

/CULTURE SHOCK/Andrew Flynn stood outside the fifth floor bathroom, his voice sly when he bellowed, “I’m here,” after knocking hard on the door three times, his requisite toothpick neatly at one corner of his mouth. Two seconds went by and then Sharon Raydor opened the door a half inch and peeked outside, her expression sheepish, “Shhh, don’t talk ( Read more... )

/Blindsided/Andrew Flynn was focused on watching the game, Sharon Raydor’s wide TV screen perfect in size for just this occasion, his feet lazily plopped up on her sofa table and the rest of his body slung out on her sofa, three pillows for his head and torso. Even watching his favorite team playing and winning - if the thirty minutes that had ( Read more... )

/MANHUNT/“Does this flower arrangement say ‘I’m sorry you got shocked chief but I’m glad you shot the bastard’?’” Andrew Flynn wondered out aloud, staring at the little neat bouquet of red tulips; he had no clue about flowers and which kind and what color you were supposed to send to whom. It was the reason he had brought Sharon Raydor along to the ( Read more... )

/DUMB LUCK/Andrew Flynn came across Sharon Raydor in the lounge area of the cafeteria on the second floor after having spent a good fifteen minutes trying to locate her elusive whereabouts. She was reading a newspaper and enjoying what looked like a cappuccino, sitting in the sofa closest to the wide window, her face serene and her posture relaxed ( Read more... )