A/N: here we go. first time to write something like this, I'm a bit nervous. This is going to be in three parts me thinks. Post 2x11, Rusty isn't in Sharon's care anymore. I'd love to hear your comments. :)
He goes inside the house, his hand gun firm on his hand.
"Sharon?" he calls out loudly. He clears the den, the kitchen, and the living room before proceeding to the corridor leading to the rooms.
"Sharon? Are you home? I brought the little berry handpies you liked..." he shouts again, trying to talk to his Captain, anyone who's in the house would hear his booming voice.
"Sharon?" he comes into the Rusty's-the guest room. It has been a few months since Rusty left for the Witness Protection Program. The squad especially the Captain is still shaken by what happened.
He looks in the closet and underneath the bed before turning swiftly on his heel, checking the door, his trigger finger still hovering, impatiently waiting to shoot.
He clears the main bathroom. There's only one room now. He fires a quick group message again to the squad, asking them where they are and not to call him. The last to message him before he went inside the condominium is Sanchez, telling him he's with Provenza and Sykes and were ten minutes away from the location.
"Sharon? It's Andy. Are you in there?"
He tries to open the doorknob but it was locked. But he hears something from the other side of it.
"Sharon I'm coming in!"
He kicks the door in and points his gun left and right, he quickly scans the disheveled room. There's no one insight. He checks the walk in closet and clears it too. The last door in the room is where the sound comes from. He strains his ear trying to figure out the sound...a stream of water flowing out of a faucet.
He puts his hand on the doorknob, it isn't locked. He calls out to his friend one last time,
"Sharon are you in there? I'm coming in okay?"
He opens the door quickly and points at the space in front of him. The scent of iron fills his lungs and he panics, there's blood here. He searches the sides and sees the faucet open on the sink. He turns on the other side and approaches the tub carefully, the shower curtains closed, a single silhouette of a person sitting with head down could be seen.
"Sharon? Sharon?" he says as he draws the curtains open and sees her in her work clothes from yesterday, the pinstripe black pants, the white silk button up long sleeves and her black suit on it. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun. Her arms crossing over her stomach tightly.
He kneels, never taking his hand off his gun. He puts his hand under Sharon's chin and relief washes over him when he finds glassy green eyes staring back at him. He checks for her pulse on her neck.
"Sharon, there you are." he smiles at her. She's still as beautiful as he last saw her.
"Andy..." she replies, trying and failing to smile back at him, he feels her pulse weak and thready, her eyelids betraying her as they slowly close.
"I've called back up and an ambulance. I smell blood, are you hurt? Sweetheart, please stay awake I need to-" he looks for blood on her, the bathtub is still clean but the smell of iron still strongly fills his lungs. He begins to panic.
"Lieutenant!" he hears Sanchez shout from the outside.
"Coast is clear!" he shouts back as he sets his gun down on the floor and moves in the tub. He hears people shuffling in and checking the house once again.
He tries to put his arms around Sharon to move her away from the faucet...which is open and pouring water on Sharon's back, and then he sees it. The water cascading from her back from the faucet is not clear anymore. It has her blood from Sharon. She shakes, her arms leaving her middle, showing a wet spot before she lurches forward and he catches her, the pool of blood quickly disappearing into the drain of the tub. He feels his face numb and his blood run cold.
"Officer down! Call the medic!"
