AN: This is going to be a two chapter - two story little ditty. It is inspired by an Enrique Inglesis song that has two different titles (explicit version and radio version) that with the changing of one word COMPLETELY changes the intent. This first story explores the explicit song and the second will follow the radio version. In terms of timeline, this takes place at the end of The Closer episode Living Proof Pt 2 (season 6).

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Her Christmas plans were quickly falling apart in front of her. Not only had the case devolved thanks to Acting Chief Pope "assaulting" their material witness who also happened to be a minor, but now it seemed that the weather was plotting against her. She couldn't believe her luck. She was going to be stuck celebrating Christmas Eve with Major Crimes a group of people that seemed to despise her. Lt. Flynn had been especially annoyed with her, she figured he was still stinging from the whole Rick Zuman investigation. She found him to be most infuriating, it wasn't as if she set out to make his life miserable. She took on the case personally because she knew him back when she worked Patrol. They didn't know each other well, but they seemed to get on okay. Then she moved to IA for the regular hours and fast-track to promotion and found herself in more regular contact with the man. Even if he wasn't being investigated for use-of-force he was usually nearby. She knew that the Lieutenant knew her husband Jack, many of the lawyers and cops frequented the same bars. She figured that some of his hostility towards her had to do with stories Jack shared, she could only imagine what he told the boys about his cold-hearted wife when he was out drinking. She let out a deep sigh as she sat in the chair in the murder room clutching Santa in her arms when Chief Johnson's mother stopped by.

"Why Sharon, you can have Christmas dinner with all of us here. Your friend Brenda wouldn't have it any other way."

"My friend Brenda. My friend Brenda."

"You know what, you come help me finish with the cooking and I'll tell you some fun stories about Brenda Leigh when she was a girl. They'll make you laugh."

"I'm sure they will."

"Come on."

"Ok." Sharon got up and followed Mrs. Johnson out towards the elevators. "We already brought up the turkey, but we have a few things still in the RV." Sharon nodded as they headed down towards the lobby. While she would rather be with her family right now, she figured she ought to make the best out of a bad situation. AND if it just so happened that she got to hear some embarrassing stories about her new friend Brenda then that was just icing.

"Now, can you get the sweet potatoes out of the oven? We need to add the marshmallows." She said as she passed Sharon the bag of marshmallows. Sharon didn't have a big sweet tooth, preferring the savory, but she couldn't help herself when she took a big white puff out of the bag and put it into her mouth with a smile. She thought back to cooking with her kids, they loved rice-crispy treats, but they loved marshmallows even more and often they'd run short on what the recipe called for. She went to work adding a layer onto of the sweet potatoes as Mrs. Johnson basted the turkey. "We're nearly there." Sharon smiled, she wasn't really sure what to say to the woman.

"So you and the Lieutenant seem to know each other quite well." She said now working on the green beans.

Sharon spun around and nearly dropped the bag of marshmallows, "The Lieutenant? Um, uh. I'm not sure who you're referring to."

Willy-Rae continued focusing on the side dishes as she replied, "I'm sorry. I forget that there are three Lieutenants. Silly me. I was referring to Andy."

Sharon felt caught off-guard by the clarification, "Oh. Um, yes well we've had our share of run-ins in the past. Occupational hazard when one of you has a hot-headed temper and the other is in internal affairs. But we don't hang out or anything."

She turned towards Sharon waving her hands in dismissal, "Oh I just thought that with the way he looks at you and tries to rile you up that there was more going on there, my mistake."

Sharon nearly choked on a marshmallow when she heard her response and she let out a cough, "Um, I'm not really sure what you're talking about. I believe the only look he gives me is one of daggers. Especially after our last interaction I can safely say he hates me."

"Nonsense, when a man looks at you the way he does there is most certainly something other than hate." Sharon gave her a skeptical look, raising her eyebrow in suspicion, but Willy Rae continued, "It's passion. You drive him crazy. Trust me, I have several daughters, I've seen the look before."

Sharon nodded her head in objection and in complete confusion, "Hmm, uh, I'm not so…" Before she could finish her sentence the door to the RV swung open.

"Willy Rae, how's the turkey coming? Can we bring this stuff up yet? Looks like the case is about done."

"Yes, Clay. Why don't you bring down another set of hands and between the four of us we can get this all upstairs. Here why don't you bring the rolls up now. We'll be ready when you come back." She gave a sweet smile to her husband and he headed out.

"Why don't you help me get the turkey out so we can toast those marshmallows."

Sharon grabbed the oven mitts as Mrs. Johnson opened the oven and pulled out the turkey, setting it on the makeshift kitchen table. Willy-Rae grabbed the tin foil and covered the turkey keeping it warm. While Sharon put the sweet potatoes back in the oven to finish browning.

"I'm sorry if I upset you with what I said earlier."

"No, Mrs. Johnson of course not. Just a bit surprising is all." Willy Rae nodded and smiled, Sharon thought she saw a twinkle in her eye.

A few moments later, Clay showed up with Sgt. Gabriel in tow. "Okay Willy Rae, I brought the muscle. Let's get this show on the road."

"Sgt. can you take the turkey? Clay the green beans. I'll bring the cranberry relish," she said opening up the fridge, "And Sharon can you bring up the sweet potatoes as soon as they're ready?"

"Yes of course. It should just be another minute or two." Willy Rae nodded as they collected the dishes and headed back into PAB.

Sharon sat in the RV contemplating the bomb that Mrs. Johnson had dropped. Could Andy be interested in her? She shook her head. No, I he hates me. Why would anyone be some combative with someone they liked. She had decided that while Mrs. Johnson was a nice woman she was most certainly mistaken. Sharon got a little lost in her own thoughts and suddenly realized that she had forgotten about the sweet potatoes. She quickly turned off the oven and pulled them out. Damn, they're a little more brown than they should be. Hopefully no one notices. She closed the oven door and carried them out and back towards the murder room.

Everyone was beginning to gather around the table. She could barely suppress a chuckle at the sight of Taylor in the Santa suit. She set the sweet potatoes down on the table and found a seat. The table was mostly empty and she wasn't sure where to sit, she didn't really feel like she had any allies in the room except Mrs. Johnson and she assumed she would want to sit with Agent Howard and Chief Johnson. She picked a spot towards the end, just in case she needed to make a quick and stealthy exit. Moments later, much to her surprise, Lt. Flynn pulled out the chair to her left and sat down. It wasn't like there were no other seats for him to take, the table still mostly unoccupied. He chose to sit down next to Sharon. She felt her heart rate increase slightly. Was there more to what Mrs. Johnson was saying than I thought? She immediately pushed the thought aside, it wasn't possible. She would know if someone was interested in her. She couldn't deny that he was handsome, he had that whole Mark Harmon look down. It wasn't as though she hadn't thought about him in a theoretical, isn't he attractive way. But nothing would ever come of it. She made a point of keeping her personal and professional lives separate. Given that she had to investigate officers she made it a rule to never get involved with one, it would be a conflict of interest even if there was no policy against it.

Dinner passed easily, she found herself laughing and enjoying the company of those around her. It seemed as though for this one night they were willing to let her into their little family and she was grateful. It wasn't the holiday with her kids and extended family that she hoped for, but it was certainly better than wallowing alone in her condo with a frozen dinner.

As the meal began to wind down, desserts and coffee made their way to the table. Sharon generally tried to avoid drinking coffee or any caffeine after eight, unless she was in the middle of a 72 hour reporting cycle. She decided to excuse herself to get some tea to go with her sliver of pumpkin pie. Flynn moved his chair slightly making it easier for her to get out. He looked up at her and she would have sworn that is eyes looked disappointed that she was leaving, "I'm just going to get some tea." She said, not sure why she felt the sudden need to explain her departure from the table. Flynn nodded, but his eyes seemed to brighten at her response. She walked down the hall shaking her head, feeling quite confused by the sudden swell of thoughts about Andy. Great, now I'm calling him Andy, get it together.

TBC