I've been toying with this story idea for a while, and just recently discovered how it want it to go, not my original plan but all the stakeout and undercover operation stories, I had found I am Innocent's identity.

The amazing overwork is down by SizzleLizzle from tumblr, I don't think I can thank you enough!

Enjoy!

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Sharon stared out at the mid-afternoon sun filtering through the car window. She adjusted her Gucci sunglasses and turned her attention back to the manilla folder in her lap. The names Christine and Edward Stuart were highlighted in a bright yellow and almost seemed to be taunting her. She didn't know why, it would be her name in a few hours. Her attention turned to Andy who was drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel to some Billy Joel song she faintly remembered from the eighties. She watched the simple gold ring glisten on the fourth finger on his left hand. Subconsciously, she spun the diamond ring on her finger.

Andy turned down the radio, "How's the kid going to deal without you?"

Sharon smiled at the thought of Rusty. "He knows where the take-out menus are and where the money is. I just hope he doesn't eat burgers every night."

Andy chuckled at that then added, "It certainly wouldn't hurt him though, Rusty's a toothpick."

I hope their's toothpicks in this house, Sharon thought randomly. She rolled her eyes at her thought.

"Could you read through the file again for me? We're just an hour and a half away," Andy said as he sat up straighter behind the wheel and shot at glance in Sharon's direction. Her long auburn hair was in a pony-tail tied off by a white ribbon. She had on fitted jeans that had been rolled up (as much as the straight leg of the denim would allow) to show off her ankles. A simple white cotton t-shirt with a gentle v-neck and the yellow polk-a-dot keds to complete the outfit. She looked nothing less than stunning. He didn't know why, but he was filled with pride as the rings on her left hand glistened as she turned her attention to the file.

"Our names are Christine and Edward Stuart, we've been married for thirty-seven years. We have four kids, and one adopted, and two step-grandkids. There's a dog named Justice-"

"What kind of dog?"

"It says a yellow labrador retriever, she's three and hyper. That'll keep us young for the time being. We're to look into Logan Williams. He's suspected of murdering eighteen women and possibly having three with him. Michigan Police tipped off Los Angeles PD, and they thought he and his business might be headed our way. Sanchez, Sykes, Provenza, Tao, and Buzz were our movers so they managed to set up cameras on our house to watch Williams and managed to bug the entrance way in his house before they had to go. We have some eyes inside but it's not the best, so we'll just need to blend in and find out if anyone knows anything about him. They might have seen something but not thought anything of it."

Andy nodded in agreement, "We blend in just until someone says something?"

"Well, basically. I just hope that it won't be too late if he does have people with him."

Andy hummed and turned back to the road. His fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

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Around three, Andy drove their car up to a cozy little house. The windows looked new, the paint was fresh and the green grass almost looked artificial. Sharon rolled down her window as And pulled into the driveway and breathed in the air.

"Wow," She marveled. "It's gorgeous."

The two story, gambrel roofed house had a winding brick walkway and four big hedges— two on each side— that covered windows but were otherwise nicely trimmed. Sharon stepped from the car and reached for her purse. Andy pulled four matching suitcases— two his, two hers. Sharon smiled as she tried to take her bags but Andy said he had them. He handed her the keys and she made her way to the door to explore.

Sharon took in the curved staircase and the marble floor. Photos in co-ordinating frames lined the walls and available side table spots. Some of them she knew were the faked photos she and Andy had taken a bit before. Them out to dinner, celebrating parties, and graduations. There were pictures of Nicole with her family, some of Ricky, Emily, and Rusty.

Sharon stood at the side table and picked through the photos. She lifted the one of her and Andy's "wedding". She had worn the cheap wedding dress given to her (it had way too much lace for her taste) and Andy had on a black tux with a baby blue bowtie. Buzz had worked some photoshop magic and both appeared to be no older that twenty-five.

Sharon turned and jumped with a start. At her feet sat a silent yellow lab, Justice, Sharon assumed. The dog had its head cocked slightly to the left. She smiled pleasantly at the dog and held out her hand. The dog's little black nose tickled her hand gently before nuzzling her palm. Cautiously, Sharon ran her hand over dogs nose and reached to rub behind Justice's ears. Justices eyes closed and she started to thump her tail against the cool marble floor. Sharon set down her purse and used both hands to rub the Justice.

"Who'd have thought you'd be a dog person?" Andy said with a smile as he brought in the luggage.

"I had one growing up, but I do hope Justice comes with instructions because I haven't taken care of a dog in ages," Sharon mumbled as she gently patted Justice and ran her hands down her jeans. She grabbed her purse and shut the door behind Andy. Justice let out a little growl at the Andy, but didn't make any moves towards him. Sharon smirked and made her way towards the kitchen, Justice at her flank.

"Maybe this won't be so terrible," Andy thought as he made a trip up the stairs with her luggage.

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