Disclaimer: Major Crimes and all its characters belong to TNT and James Duff.

A/N: My first Major Crimes fic and you can blame DaughterOfAres for all of this. This fic will be updated but slowly as my main focus will be on my active Harry Potter fics. Please understand this. It will be a multi-chapter, complex fic that I hope you will enjoy. Thank you.

Showering of Gifts

Stifling a quick yawn, Captain Raydor walked towards the nearest coffee pot in the break room. It had been another late night full of grisly crimes and mayhem unfortunately. But then again, no one really should have expected otherwise in Los Angeles.

As the rest of her team walked in to start another day, Sharon gave each of them a curt smile before she returned to the warm cup of coffee in her hands. The extra jolt of caffeine was really going to help her get through the day. Well, at least until she was finished for the day and could curl up with a nice glass of white wine again.

"So, I'm talking with Nicole last night, right?" started recounting Lieutenant Flynn loudly as he walked beside Lieutenant Provenza.

Sharon quickly hid her amused smile behind her coffee cup. Provenza looked absolutely bored to tears already, and Andy had just started with his story. She could, however, understand Provenza's disinterest, though. His partner did have a habit of going on and on unfortunately.

"When she suddenly starts in on me about not being civil enough with her stepfather. I mean, come on. Really? I came to her wedding and shared walking down the aisle with him—when it should've been me alone walking her down the aisle. I'm her father after all. What more does she want from me?"

Taking a step towards Flynn, Sharon opened her mouth. However, she stopped instantly when she noticed Detective Sykes enter the murder room with a large bouquet of expensive flowers in hand.

Detective Sanchez instantly whistled appreciatively.

"Whoa, Sykes! You better tell Cooper to save some of that money for the wedding," Julio teased, causing the younger woman to glare at him.

"They're not mine." Her eyes quickly glanced at Sharon before they fell to the floor a moment later. "They're the Captain's."

Sharon frowned slightly but took the bouquet from Amy silently.

"A gift from Jack, Captain?" Provenza quietly asked.

"I should hope not," Sharon replied without thinking. In fact, after she had signed the divorce papers weeks back, she had come to the conclusion that she would likely never see nor hear from Jack again. There wasn't really any reason for him to stick around anymore after all. Her frown deepened as she pondered this mystery for a moment. Jack had never before sent her flowers, least of all obscenely expensive ones. So, just what did he hope to accomplish with this latest stunt of his?

Her eyes then darted to Andy as a startling thought occurred to her. She had thought she had made it entirely clear to Andy that she just wanted to be friends with him. Nothing more. Being friends didn't break any rules after all. However, the moment she saw his look of pain, she knew the flowers weren't from Andy either. She felt relieved at that realization. So, who had sent her the flowers?

"Was there a card, Sykes?" Provenza asked, looking around for one in the massive bouquet.

"Not that I saw," Amy replied with a shrug.

Unable to stand her team's suspicious looks anymore, Sharon finally sighed inwardly. "Thank you, Amy." She then turned and headed towards her office. A part of her wanted to toss the bouquet into the garbage as soon as she was out of their eyesight, having not known who had sent it. However, the part that won convinced her it would really be a shame if she did throw it away since it was such a beautiful bouquet of expensive flowers. For all she knew, in fact, they could have been sent from Brenda. Though, it was highly unlikely.

Tossing her old, fraying lilies into the trash, Sharon quickly replaced them with the expensive bunch of flowers. Once she had everything placed in just the perfect position, she nodded slightly before she sat down at her desk. Her attention quickly went to the small pile of paperwork someone had left for her. Such was the life of the head of Major Crimes, she decided, grabbing a pen and filling out the dry forms outlining her teams' past cases.

She had just finished the first form when she heard the knock on her door.

"Captain? We've got a case out in West Hollywood." She quickly stood up, grabbing her gun and badge from her desk drawer before she followed Provenza out of her office. Experience had taught her that the lieutenant would be quick to fill her in as the team headed over to the crime scene.

With lights and sirens blaring, they came up over the steep hill and instantly found themselves under a fury of gunfire. Sharon and Provenza ducked the second they saw the drawn weapons and bullets ricocheting off the hood of the car. Patrol unfortunately hadn't informed them of this development. Hell, they hadn't mentioned a thing about weapons being involved!

The two waited until the gunfire paused before both experienced officers got out of the bullet-ridden car with their guns drawn, hiding behind their opened doors. At the sound of squealing tires, Sharon glanced to her left, watching the Major Crimes van come to a screeching halt before her team exited with their vests on and their guns drawn.

"L.A.P.D! Throw down your weapons!" Sharon yelled from behind the door she used as a shield, knowing full well that whoever was shooting at cops likely didn't give a damn about anything, much less police procedures she had to follow.

"What division?!" someone shouted back, the gunfire ceasing again.

Sharon caught the confused look from Provenza before she raised her voice and yelled back, "Major Crimes." When she heard a gun clatter to the pavement a moment later, her eyes narrowed.

"I'm yours, Captain," the suspect called out soon after.

She glanced at her team, nodding at the ones she could see to move in and saying a prayer as she watched them stand up with their guns drawn. When she heard no responding shots fired and her team swarmed the suspect, she quickly stood up and approached. Her eyes narrowed even more on the young man in his early twenties lying face down on the pavement with his hands on the back of his head.

As Sanchez slapped his handcuffs onto the suspected gunman and read him his rights, Sharon felt herself start to relax. She looked each of her team members over from afar, grateful to see that all of them were all right. She then glanced around them, noticing that there were no other patrol cars. In fact, other than her team, there was only the suspect.

When she finally came face to face with the suspect, she caught his satisfied grin but he said nothing to her as Sanchez and Flynn led him to the back of the squad car she assumed Tao had been driving to the scene.

"Strange," Provenza muttered, picking up the black semi-automatic rifle the young man had discarded. The lieutenant shook his head then and held it out to her.

Sharon walked over to him rather curious. Her eyes widened the second she saw her name carved into the rifle's magazine. She turned back instantly towards the suspect before she shook her head. Just what was going on?

An hour later, Sharon stood behind the mirrored glass with her arms crossed as she looked into the interrogation room. First the flowers, then this? This day was turning into one of the strangest days she had ever had while on the force. When she heard the door open a moment later, she glanced towards Tao and flashed a brief smile at him.

"If this case wasn't strange enough already, Captain, I ran the suspect's weapon and found that the rifle is a subject of a closed FID investigation. Now, naturally, I—"

"Do you happen to know the case number?" she asked, her curiosity taking over again.

"I do." He opened the folder in his hand and resituated his glasses. "Case Number 265405323."

Sharon blinked before she forced a polite smile to her face. "Thank you, Lieutenant. That'll be all." She brushed off his surprise, grabbing the folder from him before returning her attention back to the suspect in the interrogation room. It was high past time to figure out what was going on. As she walked in, she gave the young man a thin smile before sitting down. "Hello, I'm Captain Raydor."

The suspect looked across the table at Sharon and smiled back, as if someone had just told an amusing joke. He slowly leaned in then, his blue eyes sparkling even more. The air around him just reeked of evilness.

"Yes...?" Sharon said, drawing out every syllable of the word.

Saying each word with deliberate emphasis, the suspect calmly replied, "I am the first and serve as a messenger in this great reckoning." His smile widened even more. "They are coming, Captain. They are coming."