Uneasy conversations, part two of two.
Title: Uneasy conversations, part two of two.
Series: Scars of the past, complicate the future.
Pairing: Sharon and Andy
Word count: 936
Rating: T
Summary: Richard visits Sharon at the station.
AN:Sorry this one is a bit late, but things have been really hectic in RL.
Sorry for some reason the lj cut is not working, anyone an idea what I did wrong?
credit for the screencaps I used for my banner go to akachankami I found them on mc_screencaps
Previous chapters to this story can be found in my (master fic list)
Uneasy conversations, part two of two.
No knock at the door. It didn't surprise her, as she saw who'd just come in. The last thing she needed, was a scene right here at the station. Provenza would have a field day. Undoubtedly being the one spreading the gossip, about what happened in her office, all throughout central.
All coming from his own creative mind. The thought of it gave her a headache, that was the last thing she'd need.
"As you can see I'm really busy, Richard."
"Told you yesterday our conversation wasn't over yet."
"So you come visit me here?"
"Yes, I could do without the interference of that little street punk."
Her eyes widened. "Street punk?"
"I'm sure you're doing everything in your power to make a civilized young man out of him…He still needs a bit of work though."
She couldn't believe him. How dare he interfere in this.
"You just leave Rusty up to me. Last time I checked your name wasn't mentioned on the temporary custody papers."
"But I will be the one, who will have to call our children, when something happens to you."
"Are you suggesting…?"
"What do you even know about this kid?"
"More than you do, and that's more than enough."
"What's happened to you? You were always so perceptive of people."
She hadn't been, she had been blind for some of his characteristics too.
"And now you're blinded by two. Are you so desperate to be loved, Sharon?"
His words stung. He was intentionally cruel. He knew exactly how he could hurt her. She looked away, as she didn't want him to see, how much his words hurt. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
A loud thud on her desk, brought her attention back. A huge stack of papers, held together, by this brown folder. A label on it. 'Flynn'. Andy would tell her what he'd want to share with her. They'd had conversations about his failed marriage, about his children, him being an alcoholic. She probably knew more about Andy Flynn , than he knew about her. Andy gave her all the time and space she needed. It was hard for her to share all the hurtful memories, that were her past.
" Aren't you going to read it?"
"No."
"I read it."
"I'm sure you did."
She was infuriating him with that calm attitude.
"This guy…"
"You're in no position to judge, Richard."
Although her voice was soft and calm, there was so much spite in it as well. Her eyes saying all she wanted to say.
Andy saw through the window of her office, how that guy leaned over the desk, getting in her face. The man looked furious, these large red spots on his cheeks and in his neck. His nose almost touching Sharon's as she hadn't moved an inch. She hadn't even blinked, eyes fixed on the man in front of her.
The man's buldering voice sounded through the walls of her office. He was conflicted. Part of his mind said she could handle it. She was a grown woman, tis was the father of her children, she could deal with him. another part of him just felt the urge to get into that office and knock the guy down for being in her face like that.
He had no idea her husband was living in LA. He wondered whether this had happened regular, when she had still been in FID. Him just barging into her office like that. He didn't know a lot about her husband, not more than the description Provenza had given him, and the little bit Sharon had told him. He didn't even know why they separated. Or why they hadn't just divorced. Just that he hadn't been supportive about her career. There was still so much he didn't know.
Provenza would have loved to be a fly on her office wall. Whatever was said, it was clear that her husband was angry with her. It was official, no one really liked her. Why the man just didn't divorce her, was a mystery to him. they had probably married without a pre-nup. He had been through five divorces himself. Knowing Raydor, she'd hire some lawyer who'd go for the kill and clean him out.
Provenza frowned as he saw that woman from DCFS approaching her office door.
"The Captain is in with someone."
He didn't want her interrupting this, not while he was sitting front row. Andy believed this was a perfect time for an interruption though.
"Go ahead I'm sure the Captain won't mind. This is about Rusty, right?"
Cynthia nodded.
"She won't mind then."
Provenza smacked him on his arm.
"What are you doing?"
"Show is over, Provenza."
Sharon looked from Richard to the door as someone entered.
"Am I interrupting?"
Richard spoke before her. "Yes."
"No not at all, Mr. Bradford was just leaving."
She looked serious enough to have him escorted out if he wouldn't leave on his own account. He walked towards the door, turning back at her and pointed at the file, he had left on her desk.
"Read it."
She gave him another stare and then smiled as she turned towards Cynthia.
"What can I do for you?"
"We have found Rusty's father."
Her stomach dropped and she stared in shock at the woman who sat in front of her.
Series: Scars of the past, complicate the future.
Pairing: Sharon and Andy
Word count: 936
Rating: T
Summary: Richard visits Sharon at the station.
AN:Sorry this one is a bit late, but things have been really hectic in RL.
Sorry for some reason the lj cut is not working, anyone an idea what I did wrong?
credit for the screencaps I used for my banner go to akachankami I found them on mc_screencaps
Previous chapters to this story can be found in my (master fic list)
Uneasy conversations, part two of two.
No knock at the door. It didn't surprise her, as she saw who'd just come in. The last thing she needed, was a scene right here at the station. Provenza would have a field day. Undoubtedly being the one spreading the gossip, about what happened in her office, all throughout central.
All coming from his own creative mind. The thought of it gave her a headache, that was the last thing she'd need.
"As you can see I'm really busy, Richard."
"Told you yesterday our conversation wasn't over yet."
"So you come visit me here?"
"Yes, I could do without the interference of that little street punk."
Her eyes widened. "Street punk?"
"I'm sure you're doing everything in your power to make a civilized young man out of him…He still needs a bit of work though."
She couldn't believe him. How dare he interfere in this.
"You just leave Rusty up to me. Last time I checked your name wasn't mentioned on the temporary custody papers."
"But I will be the one, who will have to call our children, when something happens to you."
"Are you suggesting…?"
"What do you even know about this kid?"
"More than you do, and that's more than enough."
"What's happened to you? You were always so perceptive of people."
She hadn't been, she had been blind for some of his characteristics too.
"And now you're blinded by two. Are you so desperate to be loved, Sharon?"
His words stung. He was intentionally cruel. He knew exactly how he could hurt her. She looked away, as she didn't want him to see, how much his words hurt. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
A loud thud on her desk, brought her attention back. A huge stack of papers, held together, by this brown folder. A label on it. 'Flynn'. Andy would tell her what he'd want to share with her. They'd had conversations about his failed marriage, about his children, him being an alcoholic. She probably knew more about Andy Flynn , than he knew about her. Andy gave her all the time and space she needed. It was hard for her to share all the hurtful memories, that were her past.
" Aren't you going to read it?"
"No."
"I read it."
"I'm sure you did."
She was infuriating him with that calm attitude.
"This guy…"
"You're in no position to judge, Richard."
Although her voice was soft and calm, there was so much spite in it as well. Her eyes saying all she wanted to say.
Andy saw through the window of her office, how that guy leaned over the desk, getting in her face. The man looked furious, these large red spots on his cheeks and in his neck. His nose almost touching Sharon's as she hadn't moved an inch. She hadn't even blinked, eyes fixed on the man in front of her.
The man's buldering voice sounded through the walls of her office. He was conflicted. Part of his mind said she could handle it. She was a grown woman, tis was the father of her children, she could deal with him. another part of him just felt the urge to get into that office and knock the guy down for being in her face like that.
He had no idea her husband was living in LA. He wondered whether this had happened regular, when she had still been in FID. Him just barging into her office like that. He didn't know a lot about her husband, not more than the description Provenza had given him, and the little bit Sharon had told him. He didn't even know why they separated. Or why they hadn't just divorced. Just that he hadn't been supportive about her career. There was still so much he didn't know.
Provenza would have loved to be a fly on her office wall. Whatever was said, it was clear that her husband was angry with her. It was official, no one really liked her. Why the man just didn't divorce her, was a mystery to him. they had probably married without a pre-nup. He had been through five divorces himself. Knowing Raydor, she'd hire some lawyer who'd go for the kill and clean him out.
Provenza frowned as he saw that woman from DCFS approaching her office door.
"The Captain is in with someone."
He didn't want her interrupting this, not while he was sitting front row. Andy believed this was a perfect time for an interruption though.
"Go ahead I'm sure the Captain won't mind. This is about Rusty, right?"
Cynthia nodded.
"She won't mind then."
Provenza smacked him on his arm.
"What are you doing?"
"Show is over, Provenza."
Sharon looked from Richard to the door as someone entered.
"Am I interrupting?"
Richard spoke before her. "Yes."
"No not at all, Mr. Bradford was just leaving."
She looked serious enough to have him escorted out if he wouldn't leave on his own account. He walked towards the door, turning back at her and pointed at the file, he had left on her desk.
"Read it."
She gave him another stare and then smiled as she turned towards Cynthia.
"What can I do for you?"
"We have found Rusty's father."
Her stomach dropped and she stared in shock at the woman who sat in front of her.