Shattered images part one, chapter three
title: shattered images
part: One
Chapter: Three
Pairing: Sharon and Andy
AU
Rating: M
Warning for violence and angst
credit for the banner goes to the lovely xx_nieno
Chapter three
All the way to the crime scene, there hadn’t been a word. The only sound he heard was the clicking of her heels on the pavement, when she followed him into the parking garage. The opening of the car door, when she let herself in. The air thick with silence. This was going to be fun. Her being irritated with him didn’t impress him though. Probably spoiled to the teeth.
Patrol cars were still outside the house. They had been the ones calling it in.
“Tell me. You the type to eat breakfast?”
Sharon frowned confused.
“Don’t throw up over my shoes.”
Typical. Who did he believe he was dealing with? This wasn’t the first time she entered a crime scene. She knew what dead looked like. She knew the smell. The smell of blood, rotting flesh, gunshot wounds, urine. She saw it all.
“When we enter, don’t get in our way. Don’t touch anything. Don’t mess up any evidence. Don’t speak to anyone, especially not some nosy reporter. They always seem to find ways to get in somehow. Just stay quiet and observe.”
Sharon narrowed her eyes, but swallowed her response. He was higher in rank, he took the lead and she better followed his orders.
Apparently Andy Flynn wasn’t the kind of man, who’d open the door for someone. She swallowed back ‘ASS’, when the garden fence fell back against her shin. He deliberately released it. She bit her lip as it stung. A quick glance reassured her there was no blood, her stockings were still in one piece as well. She was just in time to catch the blue overshoes Andy tossed towards her. His words back in her mind. ‘Don’t touch anything. Don’t mess up any evidence.’
What had she done to deserve this guy as a mentor? They didn’t want her within the LAPD. Andy Flynn wasn’t subtle in his message. Well, they had never said it was going to be easy.
‘Suck it up, Sharon.’
Her fingers released the elastic, the blue overshoes secure around her pricy black heels. Sharon was about to enter when Andy turning back at her, made her stop dead in her tracks.
“Remember. Don’t throw up over my shoes, hon.”
The guys from Patrol snickered. Sharon glared at them with her most fierceness look. Andy watched their smile disappear. She probably used that glare on them as well. A smile curled on his lips, he couldn’t help it.
“Alright talk to me. Bring me up to speed.”
Sharon listened to the men telling Andy, what had made them stop at the house. The open back door, clearly visible from the side of the road. It had been still early in the morning. Cool. There was no reason for the door to be open. Burglaries had been happening a lot in this neighbourhood. They had observed the house for a while, before they’d entered. The living room had been abandoned, so was the kitchen. They’d called out, no answer. There was no sign of any disturbance. At least not downstairs.
Andy followed them up the stairs.
Sharon took in the surroundings. The voices of Patrol a haze in the distance, when she saw the first imprint of a hand in blood, a smear. A woman’s hand. An image flashed through her mind. A woman’s hand seeking support on the wall, before she was dragged away. There was more blood, footprints, more hand prints, smudges. Sharon stared at the ground, every step she made, careful not to step in any of the evidence. It seemed as Patrol had already messed up some of it. Andy huffed at their weak excuses. In his eyes he must feel like he was stuck with a bunch of amateurs around him.
Sharon didn’t hear the guys from Patrol anymore, as she stared at the naked body on the floor of one of the bed rooms. The pale skin, the carpet underneath drenched with her blood. She bled out on that spot. Bruises formed on her neck, arms. It looked like she'd been pinned to the ground.
Andy looked around. The Commander had talked about a possible serial killer, thus far he hadn't found or heard any evidence of that yet.
The coroner sat kneeled at her side, photographing the body from different angles before he turned her around. The woman’s eyes wide open, filled with terror and desperation. Sharon felt goose bumps all over her skin. She couldn’t help it.
“Stab wound in her stomach, one small, one larger. She bled out from that one, slow.”
“Time of dead?”
“I can only guess, once I get her on my table I will know more.”
“I’ll take your guess.”
“The way rigor set in, I’d say somewhere between one and three.”
Andy stared at the victim’s chest.
A ‘two’ was carved in her chest.
“Two.”
All kinds of questions popped in his brain. Like was there a ‘One’ somewhere? Were more to follow? What was the pattern? Why this woman? Andy looked over his shoulder to see how his rookie was keeping up. He had told her to be quiet and observe, but he hadn’t expected her to comply. She probably felt too squeaky to speak. He expected to stare into a pale or slightly green face. Andy frowned as she wasn’t in the room anymore. She had followed them, right? Probably felt nauseous, went outside to throw up or something. He smiled, time to have some fun at her expense. At this rate he’d be rid of her within the week.
It wasn’t until he couldn’t find her in the garden or downstairs, his smile disappeared, replaced by annoyance. Damn that girl. Spoiled and stubborn. He was about to call out to her when he heard someone call him.
“Detective Flynn?”
It took a while before he realized the voice calling him was Sharon’s. For a moment he frowned trying to figure out where the voice came from.
“Detective…”
Andy saw her emerging from the steps down to what probably was the basement.
“…there’s something you should look at down here.”
Andy frowned angry as he crossed the distance between them.
“What were you doing down there?!”
Sharon ignored his question walking back down.
“I believe I told you to…”
His voice cut off as he saw another dead body.
“Tell me you haven’t moved anything, touched anything.”
“I checked her pulse. That’s procedure.”
Great, she was all for following procedure.
“I didn’t ask about procedure, hon. I asked whether…”
“No.”
Sharon raised her voice, she had lost her patience with him. The demeanor in his questions. She was done with it. Andy stared at her for a while. She radiated anger. He should lay down some boundaries, but he liked her fierceness.
“Go upstairs, tell Nichols to get down here. Then call into the station. Tell the Commander his suspicions were right and that I want TD to come out here, so they can search this place with a fine tooth comb.”
“Would there be anything else?”
Andy recognized sarcasm, when he heard it.
“Make sure those rookies from Patrol won’t come down here and trample on any more evidence. You believe you can handle that, hon?”
Sharon simply glanced at him and then walked back upstairs. She couldn’t believe he was using her like some errant girl. She wasn’t even halfway within the day and she already felt like she could use a hot bath. Maybe Jack would surprise her, take her out for dinner, although she could also enjoy some take out in the comfort of her home, Jack rubbing her feet. He’d probably ask her why she wouldn’t quit. Not now, she wouldn’t give them all the satisfaction. Especially not Flynn. She would show them she was good at her job. She didn’t graduate on top of her class for nothing. Sharon was determined.
part: One
Chapter: Three
Pairing: Sharon and Andy
AU
Rating: M
Warning for violence and angst
credit for the banner goes to the lovely xx_nieno
Chapter three
All the way to the crime scene, there hadn’t been a word. The only sound he heard was the clicking of her heels on the pavement, when she followed him into the parking garage. The opening of the car door, when she let herself in. The air thick with silence. This was going to be fun. Her being irritated with him didn’t impress him though. Probably spoiled to the teeth.
Patrol cars were still outside the house. They had been the ones calling it in.
“Tell me. You the type to eat breakfast?”
Sharon frowned confused.
“Don’t throw up over my shoes.”
Typical. Who did he believe he was dealing with? This wasn’t the first time she entered a crime scene. She knew what dead looked like. She knew the smell. The smell of blood, rotting flesh, gunshot wounds, urine. She saw it all.
“When we enter, don’t get in our way. Don’t touch anything. Don’t mess up any evidence. Don’t speak to anyone, especially not some nosy reporter. They always seem to find ways to get in somehow. Just stay quiet and observe.”
Sharon narrowed her eyes, but swallowed her response. He was higher in rank, he took the lead and she better followed his orders.
Apparently Andy Flynn wasn’t the kind of man, who’d open the door for someone. She swallowed back ‘ASS’, when the garden fence fell back against her shin. He deliberately released it. She bit her lip as it stung. A quick glance reassured her there was no blood, her stockings were still in one piece as well. She was just in time to catch the blue overshoes Andy tossed towards her. His words back in her mind. ‘Don’t touch anything. Don’t mess up any evidence.’
What had she done to deserve this guy as a mentor? They didn’t want her within the LAPD. Andy Flynn wasn’t subtle in his message. Well, they had never said it was going to be easy.
‘Suck it up, Sharon.’
Her fingers released the elastic, the blue overshoes secure around her pricy black heels. Sharon was about to enter when Andy turning back at her, made her stop dead in her tracks.
“Remember. Don’t throw up over my shoes, hon.”
The guys from Patrol snickered. Sharon glared at them with her most fierceness look. Andy watched their smile disappear. She probably used that glare on them as well. A smile curled on his lips, he couldn’t help it.
“Alright talk to me. Bring me up to speed.”
Sharon listened to the men telling Andy, what had made them stop at the house. The open back door, clearly visible from the side of the road. It had been still early in the morning. Cool. There was no reason for the door to be open. Burglaries had been happening a lot in this neighbourhood. They had observed the house for a while, before they’d entered. The living room had been abandoned, so was the kitchen. They’d called out, no answer. There was no sign of any disturbance. At least not downstairs.
Andy followed them up the stairs.
Sharon took in the surroundings. The voices of Patrol a haze in the distance, when she saw the first imprint of a hand in blood, a smear. A woman’s hand. An image flashed through her mind. A woman’s hand seeking support on the wall, before she was dragged away. There was more blood, footprints, more hand prints, smudges. Sharon stared at the ground, every step she made, careful not to step in any of the evidence. It seemed as Patrol had already messed up some of it. Andy huffed at their weak excuses. In his eyes he must feel like he was stuck with a bunch of amateurs around him.
Sharon didn’t hear the guys from Patrol anymore, as she stared at the naked body on the floor of one of the bed rooms. The pale skin, the carpet underneath drenched with her blood. She bled out on that spot. Bruises formed on her neck, arms. It looked like she'd been pinned to the ground.
Andy looked around. The Commander had talked about a possible serial killer, thus far he hadn't found or heard any evidence of that yet.
The coroner sat kneeled at her side, photographing the body from different angles before he turned her around. The woman’s eyes wide open, filled with terror and desperation. Sharon felt goose bumps all over her skin. She couldn’t help it.
“Stab wound in her stomach, one small, one larger. She bled out from that one, slow.”
“Time of dead?”
“I can only guess, once I get her on my table I will know more.”
“I’ll take your guess.”
“The way rigor set in, I’d say somewhere between one and three.”
Andy stared at the victim’s chest.
A ‘two’ was carved in her chest.
“Two.”
All kinds of questions popped in his brain. Like was there a ‘One’ somewhere? Were more to follow? What was the pattern? Why this woman? Andy looked over his shoulder to see how his rookie was keeping up. He had told her to be quiet and observe, but he hadn’t expected her to comply. She probably felt too squeaky to speak. He expected to stare into a pale or slightly green face. Andy frowned as she wasn’t in the room anymore. She had followed them, right? Probably felt nauseous, went outside to throw up or something. He smiled, time to have some fun at her expense. At this rate he’d be rid of her within the week.
It wasn’t until he couldn’t find her in the garden or downstairs, his smile disappeared, replaced by annoyance. Damn that girl. Spoiled and stubborn. He was about to call out to her when he heard someone call him.
“Detective Flynn?”
It took a while before he realized the voice calling him was Sharon’s. For a moment he frowned trying to figure out where the voice came from.
“Detective…”
Andy saw her emerging from the steps down to what probably was the basement.
“…there’s something you should look at down here.”
Andy frowned angry as he crossed the distance between them.
“What were you doing down there?!”
Sharon ignored his question walking back down.
“I believe I told you to…”
His voice cut off as he saw another dead body.
“Tell me you haven’t moved anything, touched anything.”
“I checked her pulse. That’s procedure.”
Great, she was all for following procedure.
“I didn’t ask about procedure, hon. I asked whether…”
“No.”
Sharon raised her voice, she had lost her patience with him. The demeanor in his questions. She was done with it. Andy stared at her for a while. She radiated anger. He should lay down some boundaries, but he liked her fierceness.
“Go upstairs, tell Nichols to get down here. Then call into the station. Tell the Commander his suspicions were right and that I want TD to come out here, so they can search this place with a fine tooth comb.”
“Would there be anything else?”
Andy recognized sarcasm, when he heard it.
“Make sure those rookies from Patrol won’t come down here and trample on any more evidence. You believe you can handle that, hon?”
Sharon simply glanced at him and then walked back upstairs. She couldn’t believe he was using her like some errant girl. She wasn’t even halfway within the day and she already felt like she could use a hot bath. Maybe Jack would surprise her, take her out for dinner, although she could also enjoy some take out in the comfort of her home, Jack rubbing her feet. He’d probably ask her why she wouldn’t quit. Not now, she wouldn’t give them all the satisfaction. Especially not Flynn. She would show them she was good at her job. She didn’t graduate on top of her class for nothing. Sharon was determined.