/The art of bumping into people/

A/N: Just a small snippet of a meeting between two idiots, pre-closer.

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The downtown headquarters of LAPD was usually a busy labyrinth of people hurrying about and as such it was not uncommon to find yourself bumping into people you knew from other divisions ( Read more... )

A/N: So this is the last part of AMOP and maybe some of you might feel a bit sad about that and maybe wish for it to continue into MC land but I always had Reloaded as the last episode in mind when I wrote this universe and so it feels like a natural end of the story for me. That said I also want to thank each and every one of you for the wonderful ( Read more... )

/THE LAST WORD/“Fuck ( Read more... )

A/N: This one is brought to you by Major Silliness. Be warned.

/ARMED RESPONSE/The I.A break room was artificially bathed in the full glares of the overhead lights, stark to the contrast of the large windows offering a view to the city and containing the night sky. The break room smelled warm and spiced when Andrew Flynn vehemently stalked ( Read more... )

/DRUG FIEND/“You are doing it again,” Andy slung out into his empty squad room, his eyes firmly on Sharon Raydor who stopped midstride and with flustered innocence turned around and regarded him with surprise; she had most likely been on her way back to the rat squad ( Read more... )

A/N: Hot damn, I'm back with amop - for now. Hope the little hiatus on this story wasn't too unbearable; I had fun with exams, a wicked wisdom tooth acting up (I did not feel particularly less wise when I had it removed but who knows), summer holidays at the beach and travels around Europe. Lovely to be back to writing though - I have missed my two ( Read more... )

A/N: Found this looking through things when I was bored and decided to clean out stuff on my computer. Not really an AMOP chapter but a short, very short, addendum to #3 BLUE BLOOD. Just some Provvie and Flynnie talk. =)

/Interlude/Andrew Flynn skulked back into the murder room, hands deep in his pockets and a pensive expression. He had just left ( Read more... )

/ROAD BLOCK/Andrew Flynn shifted his position an inch, rearranging one leg so it draped more heavily over the lower part of Sharon Raydor’s body, the other leg uncurling and stretching out fully on his bed. His head nestled comfortably against the naked skin of Sharon’s chest, his cheek and ear to the skin, edged in between two breasts. The ( Read more... )

/RELATIVE MATTERS/Andrew Flynn followed the younger male albeit taller version of Sharon Raydor inside the apartment, stepping over the threshold as Sharon’s seemingly exuberant son bid him welcome with a lopsided grin and crinkled eyes. Andy quickly kicked his shoes off before he followed the bouncy stride of Ricky Raydor, dropping his overnight ( Read more... )

/NESSECARY EVIL/The car skidded precariously in the curve as Andrew Flynn abruptly swerved right at an angle that would have lesser experienced drivers summersaulting their car to the curb. Years of pursuing fleeing suspects in high speed car chases had Andy well-versed in the finer art of driving recklessly without ending up as smithereens of ( Read more... )