Fic: Coincidence? (Raydor/Flynn)
Provenza crossed his arms defiantly across his chest, slumping backward in to his chair. It wasn’t fair. They didn’t have an open case so there was no reason the team couldn’t call it a day and take their paperwork to complete in the comfort of their own homes. It was only 4pm, what harm could leaving work an hour early do? Louie was sure that crushing other people’s hopes and dreams was how the Wicked Witch gained her energy.
He sighed heavily, taking great pains in finding the perfect pen to write with, arranging his paperwork in as neat a pile as possible and positioning his chair at exactly the right angle to his desk. The Wicked Witch may be making him stay at work as long as she could, but she couldn’t force him to work hard.
As Andy walked past, Provenza stopped doodling on his page. “Flynn. What d’ya say we stage a coup and leave early? Raydor can’t physically stop us all.”
Andy cocked an eyebrow, his lips set in a thin line, before he carefully spoke, “Captain Raydor, has asked us to stay until clock-out time. Like it or not, she’s the boss now, and we’ll do what she wants.”
Louie huffed, dismissing his friend by becoming uncharacteristically engrossed in his paperwork, and Andy continued his walk over to his own desk.
Provenza stared intently at his paperwork, focused on anything but. Why had Andy been so quick to defend The Ice Queen?
Deep down, Louie knew. He’d seen it begin way back when Raydor had begun investigating the team, he always knew when his best friend was attracted to a woman. He’d seen Andy’s none too subtle glances at the Captain, had witnessed her tentative smiles in return. Heck, he could pinpoint the exact moment that Andy had fallen in love with Raydor, and he could see evidence of that moment every time he saw the red beanbag sitting on Andy’s desk. His friend had it bad. And if he knew his friend half as well as he thought he did, he was positive that Andy was getting laid on at least a semi-regular basis. And if he was, then so too was Raydor - then why was she still being such a bitch?
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Louie waited until Andy had pulled out of his parking space and followed him out on to the road. He stayed two cars back and made sure to follow every turn that his friend did. He’d catch them out. Andy had visited the Captain’s office before he left and through a gap in the blinds Louie had caught the way the two of them interacted, had sworn he lip-read the Captain say “I’ll see you at my place after work”. He would catch them out.
It wasn’t until they’d hit the third set of traffic lights that Louie had realised they were still heading in the same direction as Andy’s house. Did the Captain actually live close by? He was confused, but he kept up the chase.
When Andy pulled in to his own driveway, Provenza had no choice but to carry on down the road. When he reached the intersection he turned left and parked on the curb. Had he been wrong all along? For months he had seen the two of them arrive at work with barely a minute between them, he’d seen them both be happy and glowing on the same days, had witnessed the days when both were in a foul mood for no particular reason. Could it all have been coincidence? He ran his hands through his aged hair and sighed heavily. Some detective he was. No wonder The Ice Queen was still such a bitch - she wasn’t getting laid. Louie snorted to himself, of course she wasn’t - who would want to go anywhere near the job-stealing Wicked Witch?
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Andy hung up the phone, smiling lightly to himself as he picked his keys up off the coffee table. He’d known Louie long enough to know when he was up to something - and when he’d noticed the older man following two cars behind him he had instead diverted his course and headed home. After watching the road for close to ten minutes, making sure his friend was well and truly gone; Andy locked up his home and headed back to his car.
He drove through the rush-hour traffic, heading toward the nicer part of the city, humming along to the music in his car. He’d outsmarted Provenza - not that it was hard, he knew Louie almost as well as he knew the back of his hand.
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Andy pulled in to the parking space outside, exited the car and locked the doors. He made his way inside the building, into the elevator and pressed the floor button from memory.
When he reached his destination, he took a moment to straighten his tie, get rid of his toothpick and clear his throat. He rapped on the door and stood patiently.
No more than ten seconds later, Sharon opened her door and greeted him with a smile. He reciprocated, stepped inside and moved his arms to rest around her waist.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” she replied, leaning in to rest her head on Andy’s chest. “I guess Provenza feels like a real ass right now.”
Andy chuckled, amused, “I like our little secret. And I really like Louie all frustrated trying to figure it out.”
Sharon looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. “As much as I enjoy having one over on the old grump, I think there are much more interesting things to talk about on a date,” she moved from Andy’s embrace, taking one of his hands in hers, “Or,” she grinned wickedly at him, “we could also not talk” she said as she led him toward the bedroom.
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On Monday morning, Louie could swear he’d seen Raydor and Andy in the parking garage together, lightly leaving a peck on one another’s lips before separating. But he couldn’t be sure. Maybe Sharon was dating some other silver-haired man in the LAPD - Lord knew there were a lot of them, especially in the higher ranks. He trudged in to the elevator, and punched the floor button harder than necessary. He’d get to the bottom of the mystery, he promised himself, eventually.
He sighed heavily, taking great pains in finding the perfect pen to write with, arranging his paperwork in as neat a pile as possible and positioning his chair at exactly the right angle to his desk. The Wicked Witch may be making him stay at work as long as she could, but she couldn’t force him to work hard.
As Andy walked past, Provenza stopped doodling on his page. “Flynn. What d’ya say we stage a coup and leave early? Raydor can’t physically stop us all.”
Andy cocked an eyebrow, his lips set in a thin line, before he carefully spoke, “Captain Raydor, has asked us to stay until clock-out time. Like it or not, she’s the boss now, and we’ll do what she wants.”
Louie huffed, dismissing his friend by becoming uncharacteristically engrossed in his paperwork, and Andy continued his walk over to his own desk.
Provenza stared intently at his paperwork, focused on anything but. Why had Andy been so quick to defend The Ice Queen?
Deep down, Louie knew. He’d seen it begin way back when Raydor had begun investigating the team, he always knew when his best friend was attracted to a woman. He’d seen Andy’s none too subtle glances at the Captain, had witnessed her tentative smiles in return. Heck, he could pinpoint the exact moment that Andy had fallen in love with Raydor, and he could see evidence of that moment every time he saw the red beanbag sitting on Andy’s desk. His friend had it bad. And if he knew his friend half as well as he thought he did, he was positive that Andy was getting laid on at least a semi-regular basis. And if he was, then so too was Raydor - then why was she still being such a bitch?
-----
Louie waited until Andy had pulled out of his parking space and followed him out on to the road. He stayed two cars back and made sure to follow every turn that his friend did. He’d catch them out. Andy had visited the Captain’s office before he left and through a gap in the blinds Louie had caught the way the two of them interacted, had sworn he lip-read the Captain say “I’ll see you at my place after work”. He would catch them out.
It wasn’t until they’d hit the third set of traffic lights that Louie had realised they were still heading in the same direction as Andy’s house. Did the Captain actually live close by? He was confused, but he kept up the chase.
When Andy pulled in to his own driveway, Provenza had no choice but to carry on down the road. When he reached the intersection he turned left and parked on the curb. Had he been wrong all along? For months he had seen the two of them arrive at work with barely a minute between them, he’d seen them both be happy and glowing on the same days, had witnessed the days when both were in a foul mood for no particular reason. Could it all have been coincidence? He ran his hands through his aged hair and sighed heavily. Some detective he was. No wonder The Ice Queen was still such a bitch - she wasn’t getting laid. Louie snorted to himself, of course she wasn’t - who would want to go anywhere near the job-stealing Wicked Witch?
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Andy hung up the phone, smiling lightly to himself as he picked his keys up off the coffee table. He’d known Louie long enough to know when he was up to something - and when he’d noticed the older man following two cars behind him he had instead diverted his course and headed home. After watching the road for close to ten minutes, making sure his friend was well and truly gone; Andy locked up his home and headed back to his car.
He drove through the rush-hour traffic, heading toward the nicer part of the city, humming along to the music in his car. He’d outsmarted Provenza - not that it was hard, he knew Louie almost as well as he knew the back of his hand.
-----
Andy pulled in to the parking space outside, exited the car and locked the doors. He made his way inside the building, into the elevator and pressed the floor button from memory.
When he reached his destination, he took a moment to straighten his tie, get rid of his toothpick and clear his throat. He rapped on the door and stood patiently.
No more than ten seconds later, Sharon opened her door and greeted him with a smile. He reciprocated, stepped inside and moved his arms to rest around her waist.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” she replied, leaning in to rest her head on Andy’s chest. “I guess Provenza feels like a real ass right now.”
Andy chuckled, amused, “I like our little secret. And I really like Louie all frustrated trying to figure it out.”
Sharon looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. “As much as I enjoy having one over on the old grump, I think there are much more interesting things to talk about on a date,” she moved from Andy’s embrace, taking one of his hands in hers, “Or,” she grinned wickedly at him, “we could also not talk” she said as she led him toward the bedroom.
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On Monday morning, Louie could swear he’d seen Raydor and Andy in the parking garage together, lightly leaving a peck on one another’s lips before separating. But he couldn’t be sure. Maybe Sharon was dating some other silver-haired man in the LAPD - Lord knew there were a lot of them, especially in the higher ranks. He trudged in to the elevator, and punched the floor button harder than necessary. He’d get to the bottom of the mystery, he promised himself, eventually.