Rusty looked up from his cereal at the sound of his cell phone buzzing against the table. He sighed, seeing Sharon's name appear across the screen. "Hi, Mom," he answered.

"Rusty, are you still at home?"

He felt his stomach drop, regretting complaining last night about his class and how badly he wanted to skip it. Of course, Sharon would call him and make sure he actually went. "Yeah, I haven't left for class yet."

"I forgot to grab my dry cleaning this morning. Could you drop it off for me at the cleaners on your way?"

Rusty relaxed. The dry cleaning would be easy. It was the going to class and sitting through another lecture that he still wasn't sure he had motivation to do. "Sure, Mom. I can do that. Do you think you'll be home for dinner later?"

"I don't know about this case we just caught. Two dead kids…." her voice trailed off.

"Ok, well...bye, Mom," he said. He never knew quite what to say when she talked about her cases.

"Have a good day, Rusty. Be safe."

Rusty held the phone to his head until he heard the disconnect beep. Standing from his desk, he slid his phone into his back pocket and walked across the hall and into her room. He always felt uncomfortable being in her room. She was such a private person. Even though he had lived with her for a few years now, he still found her so hard to read. Picking up the clothing off of her bed, he noticed a piece of paper lying face down on the floor. Shit, I hope she doesn't need this for a case he thought as he picked it up. Turning the paper over Rusty saw that it wasn't his mother's neat handwriting but a cramped and almost messy scrawl:

Dear Sharon,

I wish you wouldn't be such a prude. My hard throbbing Italian cock wants to make you come...I'll make you forget all about those terrible FID days and make you come so much that all you're going to be saying is "Thankkk yewww! Thank yewww so much!"

Love,

Andy

P.S. I love you with all of my heart!

Rusty quickly dropped the paper on the floor as the realization of what he had just read slowly sank in. What the HELL did I just read? Oh my God, have they even done it yet? Rusty felt himself becoming nauseous at the thought. Stop thinking about it! She's your mother!

Rusty cringed as he held the dry cleaning close to his chest. He walked out of her room, vowing never to step foot in it again, and set the clothes on the table near the door. I did not want to know that about Sharon, he thought. Rusty headed back down the hall and back into his room. He packed his books and laptop, knowing that he wouldn't be getting anything else accomplished before class today. He sent Gus a text asking if he could stay with him for the foreseeable future. He wasn't sure he could ever look Andy or his mom in the face again. Shouldering his bag, he sent another text to Sharon saying he found her dry cleaning but he would never being going into her room again.

Meanwhile, in the murder room, Provenza strolled into Raydor's office. She had been called into a meeting with Taylor and he wanted his paperwork back. He picked up the folder that was lying on the desk and opened it, making sure that the Captain had signed every last line. The last thing I want is this case coming back to haunt me. "Eeee gods! What the hell is this?" Provenza muttered as he stared at the note that was stuck to the inside of the folder. Obviously, his paperwork had not been looked at yet by the Captain. At least he hoped she wouldn't have left that in there.

Provenza walked out of the Captain's office, slamming the folder on Andy's desk as he walked by with the sticky note now attached to the front of the folder.

"What the hell are you putting your case file on my desk for?" Andy asked.

"What the hell am I putting this on your desk for? Why are you putting sticky notes in my case folders?" Provenza asked as he pointed at the folder.

Completely confused, Flynn just glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want me to read it aloud for everyone, Flynn? I could but I really don't think you'd like that," he said smugly. There was a chorus of questions from the team about the note, but Provenza just ignored them finally saying, "You really do not want to know, believe me. I wish I didn't."

Andy grabbed the note from Provenza's hand and read it. It was the note that he had misplaced the previous night:

Captain Raydor:

I will destroy your pussy like a criminal in an evidence locker.

Sincerely,

Lieutenant Flynn

Shit. No wonder Provenza looked so disgusted.

"Idiots," Provenza murmured as he walked away from Andy's desk.

Andy got up from his chair and started to walk towards Provenza's desk, hoping to convince his friend to keep the note between the two of them. The last thing he wanted was for it to spread like wildfire or even worse, for Sharon to find out about what he had done.

Andy hadn't even made it five feet from his desk when Sharon walked back into the murder room with her morning cup of tea. Hearing her phone ding, she set her cup of tea down on Flynn's desk, right on top of the now overturned sticky note. Her brow furrowed as she read Rusty's text saying that he had her dry cleaning but he would never be stepping in her room again. Sharon began a mental checklist of her room. She had remembered to put her nightgown and underwear in the hamper in her closet before leaving this morning. She hadn't left a vibrator out since Emily was 20, home from college for the summer and Sharon had been called out on a case while using it. God, that had been embarrassing when her daughter had gone to borrow a pair of shoes and saw it lying on the sheets.

Sharon internally groaned as she realized what had probably happened. Andy was still asleep when she left this morning. He had been leaving inappropriate notes in various places for her to find for about a week now. Her handbag, her cosmetic bag which always sat on the bathroom counter. She had even found one in a suit jacket during the middle of a meeting. One must have fallen out when she had taken her clothes out of the closet this morning. Pressing her lips tightly between her teeth, she picked her cup of tea and noticed the sticky note underneath. Her eyes grew wide as she read it, nearly spilling her tea in the process. This game had gone far enough.

"Lieutenant Flynn. My office. Now. Lieutenant Provenza, I think you should join us." She did not give either of them a chance to argue as she swept into her office taking with her the sticky note and her cup of tea. The last thing she wanted to do was reprimand him in front of Provenza, but that's what they had all agreed to in front of Taylor. For the first time her own rules were coming back to bite her. As long as it did not involve anything more than a verbal reprimand, Taylor would never have to know about this. Never in her life would she have expected to have to have this conversation with her second and third in command.

As Provenza closed the door and shut the blinds, he started, "Captain, I do not think I need to be here for this conversation. I know what Taylor asked, but I trust you to handle this one without my presence. I will sign off on whatever you want to do to him as just punishment." As uncomfortable as he was, he knew his boss was even more uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more than to smack Flynn upside the head for putting them all in this situation. What had Flynn's first wife told him? Be more romantic, Andy! God, he could hear her whiny voice echoing in his head. But she did have a point. He really could try to be more romantic.

"No, I need you to stay, as uncomfortable as this will be for all of us," Raydor replies.

Turning to Flynn, she continued, "Lieutenant Flynn, would you care to explain the meaning of this note?"

All of the color drained from Flynn's face. "I...uh" he paused. "Look, is this really necessary? We all know what it says. I mean for Christ's sake-"

"A superior officer - specifically, your commanding officer - has asked you the meaning of a note you left, Flynn," Provenza said, cutting him off. If he was going to be dragged into this, he may as well have some fun at Flynn's expense.

Flynn rolled his eyes at Provenza. "I apologize, Captain" he said, stressing her rank. "The intention of my note was to express the level of which I would like to engage in sexual intercourse with you. More specifically, the exact method by which I would like to apply my tongue and other body parts of my body to a certain part of your body until you no longer know your location or can't sit for the next week." Andy watched Sharon's face become the color of an overripe tomato. "The note," he continued, "was addressed to you, my commanding officer, referencing something that we are both familiar with - criminals and evidence. If a criminal were to gain access to the locker in which the evidence against him was being stored he would surely, without a doubt, destroy it. Much like I would like to destroy your….you know."

Andy looked over at Provenza who was making a noise somewhere between a wheeze and a stifled laugh. Glancing back over at Sharon he saw she now had her head in her hands, her hair covering her face. He was never going to live this down.

XxXxX

AN: To be continued pending the state of our respective livers.