shattered images part one, chapter two
Title: Shattered Images
Part: One
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Sharon and Andy
AU
Rating: M
Warning for angst and violence!
Credit for the banner goes to the lovely xx_nieno
Sharon looked at her mentor, the experienced Detective she had been assigned to. Andy Flynn. When her fellow graduates heard who she had been assigned to, they had offered her their condolences instead of the congratulations, she’d expected to receive. Apparently Andy Flynn had quite a reputation within the LAPD. He had an adversity to authority. Word was the LAPD Chiefs and Commanders weren’t too sure what to do with him. They gave him some slack as he had a great track record in solving cases. He lived for his job. Gave it all and expected the same from everyone else.
She should connect with him just fine in that case. Weren’t it that he wasn’t too font of women within the force. Unfortunately he wasn’t the only one. The LAPD was a men’s world. Time’s were changing, but for some reason time stood still within the LAPD. Even the instructors at the Academy had given her a hard time. The quizzical looks they had given her. They had formed an opinion about her from the moment she had entered the place. Put a label on her, trust fund baby from the East Coast. What was she doing there? Had she mistaken the place for law school? They didn’t grasp the concept of her need to be independent. They didn’t understand why she’d decided to earn her own money, safe up, work hard, so she could get herself through law school.
She couldn’t really blame them as she knew Jack didn’t understand either, and her parents had chosen to accept it as they didn’t want to argue with her. It didn’t really matter no one understood. She wasn’t even sure she truly understood herself.
His back muscles flexed. She wondered whether he might sense her stare. He probably did.
‘Well you can’t keep standing here forever. Take a deep breath and just face the music.’
Best case scenario he’d be nice and they’d get off right. Worst case scenario he was the ass, everyone described him to be. Sharon took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and walked straight across the room. Eyes fixed on Andy Flynn, she didn’t have to see the looks on the faces of the men surrounding. Especially not as she could already hear their whispers. They didn’t bother to keep their voices down.
“Detective Flynn…”
This was his punishment. His Commander finally found a way to get back at him. He only smiled all the times the man’s head blew up. Hamilton’s face resembled a big red balloon, getting bigger and bigger. He always imagined it be able to explode. Hamilton called him the nail to his coffin, he’d be the dead of him one day. He could only laugh at all that drama. The guy would yell at him, warn him, but at the end of the day he’d leave with just that, as he knew he was good at his job. He had one of the highest solving rates. But now the old grump finally found a way to get back at him. A rookie was the last thing he’d need. And if that wasn’t worse enough, he had assigned a girl to him. Women had no place within Homicide. They were far too emotional to deal with gory crime scenes.
Andy looked at the slender hand in front of him, lean gingers, soft skin, well manicured fingernails. This hand didn’t look like the hand of someone who had a rough life. His eyes moved over her arm to the body standing on the right of him. Blouse, no creases, bright white, almost aching his eyes. The material flowed around her body. Undoubtedly from some fancy boutique. Only affirmed what he heard about his rookie. If assigning him a girl wasn’t bad enough, this was also some spoiled little rich girl. Daddy probably hadn’t been able to buy her into law school. He’d give her a week.
Sharon felt odd as he ignored her hand in front of him. Brown eyes studied her, forming an opinion although she doubted he hadn’t already. She couldn’t read his expression, his face a blank canvas, if there were any emotions, he wouldn’t allow them to come to the surface. She could play that game too.
One look in her eyes and he knew they wouldn’t get off well. Her eyes showed no emotions. He wondered what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. Well it could have been worse, she could have been ugly. For a moment he stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. Green eyes that captivated him, keeping his eyes hostage, like some hypnotist would. He wasn’t sure what he saw in those green eyes. They were the window to her soul, but the blinds were tightly shut. Andy couldn’t help but think about the secrets carefully stored in her mind. She had the same look as some goddess. The pale skin, the perfect proportions of her body. The eyes, the nose, the lips. The perfect symmetry any woman envied. Her auburn hair thick, shiny, not a hair out of place. The woman radiated perfection. Unfortunately that also made her look out of place. He’d picture her in a court room, a bank, some hoity toity realtor office, but not a police station. Although she might not look out of place within Internal Affairs. Andy wondered how long it would take him to have her running into the direction she came from?
“Great, you’re here.”
His voice overflowed with sarcasm. Before he could say anything else, the door of the Commanders office opened.
“Flynn, get in here.”
Andy sighed, elevating from his chair, although he wasn’t in a great rush. The man didn’t seem to Sharon as someone who was impressed by anyone, or rank. Her heart jumped as he suddenly turned back at her.
“Just stay there, hon…and dón’t touch anything. “
Sharon stared dazed as his barked words got through to her. Okay, so he was the ass everyone had made him out to be. She doubted the men around her, snickering in their seats, were any different. And did he just call her ‘hon’?
***
Andy scowled not amused with this situation he’d been dragged into. Hamilton stared at him, hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched backwards. That was the unimpressed stance he’d got accustomed to. That’s what was wrong with Andy Flynn, he wasn’t impressed by anyone. He seemed pissed, probably because of the rookie he assigned to him.
“If you’re going to tell me I need to treat daddy’s little rich girl with velvet gloves, I’m telling you it’s not going to happen.”
Yes, definitely pissed over the rookie.
“She chose this division, she should know it won’t be easy.”
“Chose? Daddy make a donation or something?”
“She graduated on top of her class. To be honest I don’t know why she chose the Academy, I believe that girl could have her pick at Universities.”
Andy didn’t like that, another question mark added to the enigma she already was. He didn’t like being in the dark, especially not with someone he partnered up with.
“Maybe some way to aggravate daddy, who knows, who cares ?”
“Just make sure she won’t file a complaint.”
Andy shrugged, he could have guessed that reaction. Andy didn’t care, but he did, they couldn’t afford some investigation by Internal Affairs.
“You should have thought about that before you assigned me that rookie.”
Andy quirked his eyebrow, a smug grin on his face.
“If that was it…”
“I want you on a new case, just came in.”
Andy frowned, there must be a reason for Hamilton to put him on it. Or was it to test the rookie?
“Possible serial killer. The media will be on top of it soon enough. I need you working on this one.”
“Great. I guess you’ll find something to occupy my rookie with.”
“She’ll be working with you on this one.”
“I work alone.”
“Not this time.”
Hamilton looked passed him into the murder room, eyeing Sharon Elliot, once again looking pristine.
“She’ll make you look good.”
Andy shook his head. How was he supposed to do his job with this girl tagging along, slowing him down?
***
As he walked back into the murder room, he saw her staring at the file on his desk. Great she was the nosy type. He gave her a ones over again. Hamilton was right, she’d look great on camera. As long as she knew her place. He’d make clear to her she was there to observe. She didn’t startle as he approached her. She simply looked from the papers back up at him. taking his eyes hostage again. He had never seen eyes like that.
“We’re out of here, hon.”
‘Hon’, it got on her nerves already. Probably why he did it. It was denigrating and annoying. Time to set some boundaries. He might be her mentor, but that didn’t mean shed accept everything from him.
“It’s Sharon.”
She emphasized her name, a sudden spark in those green eyes. He couldn’t help but smile at the fire within her. Thank God she wasn’t some demure little mouse. He smiled it’d be a lot of fun to bug her. Without a word he opened his drawer and took out one of the ties he kept there. Tie always looked more professional on camera.
Andy looked back up at her. Her eyes still locked on him. she could win a staring contest any time. Maybe he could persuade her to glance that stare at any reporter who’d send a difficult question his way. No. She probably wouldn’t.
“Let’s go…”
Andy walked away, not turning to see whether Sharon was following him or not, as he simply didn’t care.
Part: One
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Sharon and Andy
AU
Rating: M
Warning for angst and violence!
Credit for the banner goes to the lovely xx_nieno
Sharon looked at her mentor, the experienced Detective she had been assigned to. Andy Flynn. When her fellow graduates heard who she had been assigned to, they had offered her their condolences instead of the congratulations, she’d expected to receive. Apparently Andy Flynn had quite a reputation within the LAPD. He had an adversity to authority. Word was the LAPD Chiefs and Commanders weren’t too sure what to do with him. They gave him some slack as he had a great track record in solving cases. He lived for his job. Gave it all and expected the same from everyone else.
She should connect with him just fine in that case. Weren’t it that he wasn’t too font of women within the force. Unfortunately he wasn’t the only one. The LAPD was a men’s world. Time’s were changing, but for some reason time stood still within the LAPD. Even the instructors at the Academy had given her a hard time. The quizzical looks they had given her. They had formed an opinion about her from the moment she had entered the place. Put a label on her, trust fund baby from the East Coast. What was she doing there? Had she mistaken the place for law school? They didn’t grasp the concept of her need to be independent. They didn’t understand why she’d decided to earn her own money, safe up, work hard, so she could get herself through law school.
She couldn’t really blame them as she knew Jack didn’t understand either, and her parents had chosen to accept it as they didn’t want to argue with her. It didn’t really matter no one understood. She wasn’t even sure she truly understood herself.
His back muscles flexed. She wondered whether he might sense her stare. He probably did.
‘Well you can’t keep standing here forever. Take a deep breath and just face the music.’
Best case scenario he’d be nice and they’d get off right. Worst case scenario he was the ass, everyone described him to be. Sharon took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and walked straight across the room. Eyes fixed on Andy Flynn, she didn’t have to see the looks on the faces of the men surrounding. Especially not as she could already hear their whispers. They didn’t bother to keep their voices down.
“Detective Flynn…”
This was his punishment. His Commander finally found a way to get back at him. He only smiled all the times the man’s head blew up. Hamilton’s face resembled a big red balloon, getting bigger and bigger. He always imagined it be able to explode. Hamilton called him the nail to his coffin, he’d be the dead of him one day. He could only laugh at all that drama. The guy would yell at him, warn him, but at the end of the day he’d leave with just that, as he knew he was good at his job. He had one of the highest solving rates. But now the old grump finally found a way to get back at him. A rookie was the last thing he’d need. And if that wasn’t worse enough, he had assigned a girl to him. Women had no place within Homicide. They were far too emotional to deal with gory crime scenes.
Andy looked at the slender hand in front of him, lean gingers, soft skin, well manicured fingernails. This hand didn’t look like the hand of someone who had a rough life. His eyes moved over her arm to the body standing on the right of him. Blouse, no creases, bright white, almost aching his eyes. The material flowed around her body. Undoubtedly from some fancy boutique. Only affirmed what he heard about his rookie. If assigning him a girl wasn’t bad enough, this was also some spoiled little rich girl. Daddy probably hadn’t been able to buy her into law school. He’d give her a week.
Sharon felt odd as he ignored her hand in front of him. Brown eyes studied her, forming an opinion although she doubted he hadn’t already. She couldn’t read his expression, his face a blank canvas, if there were any emotions, he wouldn’t allow them to come to the surface. She could play that game too.
One look in her eyes and he knew they wouldn’t get off well. Her eyes showed no emotions. He wondered what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. Well it could have been worse, she could have been ugly. For a moment he stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. Green eyes that captivated him, keeping his eyes hostage, like some hypnotist would. He wasn’t sure what he saw in those green eyes. They were the window to her soul, but the blinds were tightly shut. Andy couldn’t help but think about the secrets carefully stored in her mind. She had the same look as some goddess. The pale skin, the perfect proportions of her body. The eyes, the nose, the lips. The perfect symmetry any woman envied. Her auburn hair thick, shiny, not a hair out of place. The woman radiated perfection. Unfortunately that also made her look out of place. He’d picture her in a court room, a bank, some hoity toity realtor office, but not a police station. Although she might not look out of place within Internal Affairs. Andy wondered how long it would take him to have her running into the direction she came from?
“Great, you’re here.”
His voice overflowed with sarcasm. Before he could say anything else, the door of the Commanders office opened.
“Flynn, get in here.”
Andy sighed, elevating from his chair, although he wasn’t in a great rush. The man didn’t seem to Sharon as someone who was impressed by anyone, or rank. Her heart jumped as he suddenly turned back at her.
“Just stay there, hon…and dón’t touch anything. “
Sharon stared dazed as his barked words got through to her. Okay, so he was the ass everyone had made him out to be. She doubted the men around her, snickering in their seats, were any different. And did he just call her ‘hon’?
***
Andy scowled not amused with this situation he’d been dragged into. Hamilton stared at him, hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched backwards. That was the unimpressed stance he’d got accustomed to. That’s what was wrong with Andy Flynn, he wasn’t impressed by anyone. He seemed pissed, probably because of the rookie he assigned to him.
“If you’re going to tell me I need to treat daddy’s little rich girl with velvet gloves, I’m telling you it’s not going to happen.”
Yes, definitely pissed over the rookie.
“She chose this division, she should know it won’t be easy.”
“Chose? Daddy make a donation or something?”
“She graduated on top of her class. To be honest I don’t know why she chose the Academy, I believe that girl could have her pick at Universities.”
Andy didn’t like that, another question mark added to the enigma she already was. He didn’t like being in the dark, especially not with someone he partnered up with.
“Maybe some way to aggravate daddy, who knows, who cares ?”
“Just make sure she won’t file a complaint.”
Andy shrugged, he could have guessed that reaction. Andy didn’t care, but he did, they couldn’t afford some investigation by Internal Affairs.
“You should have thought about that before you assigned me that rookie.”
Andy quirked his eyebrow, a smug grin on his face.
“If that was it…”
“I want you on a new case, just came in.”
Andy frowned, there must be a reason for Hamilton to put him on it. Or was it to test the rookie?
“Possible serial killer. The media will be on top of it soon enough. I need you working on this one.”
“Great. I guess you’ll find something to occupy my rookie with.”
“She’ll be working with you on this one.”
“I work alone.”
“Not this time.”
Hamilton looked passed him into the murder room, eyeing Sharon Elliot, once again looking pristine.
“She’ll make you look good.”
Andy shook his head. How was he supposed to do his job with this girl tagging along, slowing him down?
***
As he walked back into the murder room, he saw her staring at the file on his desk. Great she was the nosy type. He gave her a ones over again. Hamilton was right, she’d look great on camera. As long as she knew her place. He’d make clear to her she was there to observe. She didn’t startle as he approached her. She simply looked from the papers back up at him. taking his eyes hostage again. He had never seen eyes like that.
“We’re out of here, hon.”
‘Hon’, it got on her nerves already. Probably why he did it. It was denigrating and annoying. Time to set some boundaries. He might be her mentor, but that didn’t mean shed accept everything from him.
“It’s Sharon.”
She emphasized her name, a sudden spark in those green eyes. He couldn’t help but smile at the fire within her. Thank God she wasn’t some demure little mouse. He smiled it’d be a lot of fun to bug her. Without a word he opened his drawer and took out one of the ties he kept there. Tie always looked more professional on camera.
Andy looked back up at her. Her eyes still locked on him. she could win a staring contest any time. Maybe he could persuade her to glance that stare at any reporter who’d send a difficult question his way. No. She probably wouldn’t.
“Let’s go…”
Andy walked away, not turning to see whether Sharon was following him or not, as he simply didn’t care.