~Under the Raydor~

An undercover Bamdammmster prompt. Our way of getting through this hiatus

Disclaimer: I sadly own nothin' of Major Crimes, nothin'!

How she finds herself in these situations she'll never know? Well, ok she did know full well how she ended up here in this hole in a wall bar sitting with the last person she wanted to be mixed up in this mess. Keeping her eyes locked on the front door waiting for the person that might have information on the individual that had put her life into this tailspin, to walk through it. Sharon was twisting the beer bottle between her hands, realizing she was playing with the label of the now warm untouched drink. She wasn't sure if it was from nervousness or in anticipation of what was to come. A hand stopped the movements of her fidgeting fingers; the warmth offered her a little comfort sending her thoughts back to how it all had come to this moment in time.

For the past month, every few days she had received a threatening letter. By the end of the month, it had escalated into gifts. The first one was a dozen long stem black dead roses then they grew into more disturbing gifts. The last one was that of a Barbie doll dressed in police uniform with the same color hair as Sharon's and green eyes, the extreme difference was the doll had a hole right between its eyes. The letters had started at her office but they would also appear at her condo. The gifts, however, were always delivered to her condo and were more personal than the letters, almost meant for her eyes only. Sharon had talked to the building manager, security, and the maintenance staff but no one was ever seen on camera or had anyone remember seeing anyone delivering the packages.

The team knew of the messages, but Sharon made sure they didn't know about the gifts. She knew that her team would be overprotected of her. Which was be a big change of how they felt about her just a few years ago, they had all come along way since then. Not really wanting to keep this a secret but Sharon had good a feeling of who was behind all of this and if she was right he wouldn't hesitate to take out anyone in his way. She had been gathering information and evidence and was about to bring it all to Assistant Chief Taylor. Sharon was leaving her place to head into work when she had received a call from Andy. That was when everything got much more complicated.

Sharon had received the life-altering call a week ago. After that she was grateful she didn't get her team involved and there was no way she would let them put their jobs on the line for her. They had all been busy with the high profile murder they had just been rolled out on anyways. So Sharon had set off to go undercover work of her own. She needed to find out who was setting her up. As she was just finishing up getting dressed there was a knock on her motel door. Nobody knew she was here, well one person did but it was still way too early to except them.

There was another knock as she stood contemplating on what to do. Places as seedy as this motel didn't have peepholes in their doors, so with her gun in hand she stood to the side of the door and waited. Maybe if she was quiet whoever it was would just leave, but then there was a louder knock, a pounding with a loud not very happy voice, "I know you're in there, Sharon. Just open the damn door."

Crap, she thought and stomped her foot, How did he find me? No, this wasn't going go well at all. Clicking the safety back on and pointing her gun towards the ground Sharon swung the door open hard and demanded, "how did you find me?"

He was startled back at the door suddenly whipped open and his mouth hung wide open too as his eyes made their way up and down her leather-clad body. "What in the hell are you wearing?"

"I asked you, how did you find me?" He gave her no response just stared at her, staring wasn't the right word. His eyes were on a constant move, checking her out once again. The heat from his eyes was giving her goosebumps all over and caused her to shiver. When his eyes finally meet hers Sharon glared and repeated her question. "So, how did you find me?"

Finally able to talk he answered her, "I have my ways though it did seem to take too long to get here from the looks of you." Giving her a smile as he continued, "don't change the subject by deflecting away from answering my question. Seriously, what in the hell are you wearing?" He asked her again as he leaned against the door jam.

Getting frustrated Sharon crossed her arms making sure her gun was still aimed at the floor, she didn't really want to shot the man. There was a quiet stare down for a few seconds before she said, "No, you didn't answer mine. I asked you first."

Having enough of the game he pushed his way into the room. "Fine, I'll tell you if don't freak out, but first you need to answer my question."

Sharon sat on the bed in defeat knowing she needed to explain, there wasn't much else she could do now that he had seen what she was wearing and that he was in her motel room. Knowing there was probably no way for her to get him to leave. Sharon didn't really want him here. Setting her gun down on the nightstand she let out a sigh and began. "Ok, if you really need to know, which you don't by the way, but if you are going to insist then I'm undercover in a bikers bar. How do you think I'm going to dress? I don't want to be taken for a cop the moment I walk in. That would not be a good thing now would it, Andy?"

"Well, then it's a good thing I'm wearing my leather jacket and jeans, Sharon because that way I'll fit right in. As for you, you're going to be sticking out in those skin-tight leather pants and that barely there body-hugging tank-top." Andy said as he sat down beside her.

"By the way, I didn't ask for your opinion on what I'm wearing nor did I invite you in. Now, I asked how did you find me?" It dawned on Sharon as the word was spoken. "Rusty," They both said at the same time. "Ugh, I knew he wouldn't believe it was an admire sending me those letters and gifts!"

"What gifts? What admire?" Andy looked at her intently before continuing, "the Kid called me because he was worried about you that's all. You basically up and left us all without an explanation. Well, not a very good one." Seeing that look in her eye telling him she wanted a better explanation he admitted,"Ok, I had Mike track your phone." He ran his hand on across the back of his neck then shrugged his shoulders, "when you want something bad enough you find it or them or her, even as hard you tried to hide. Did you forget we've got Tao? He is a tech wiz as you very well know."

"Great, just great" Sharon let out with a shake of her head. She had known they would track her. She couldn't go without her phone in case Rusty needed her and she couldn't explain a change in number that would only send up a red flag to her son but she thought she would have more time to accomplish what she needed to. She wasn't good at lying and her excuse was bad, she had to admit.

It was as if Andy was reading her mind. "What, you think we wouldn't look for you? You're not a good liar and the story about going to see a friend was lame at best."

Sharon acted offend. "Hey, I have friends,"

"Look, Sharon, we all know you didn't do it, even Taylor." Andy's tone grew serious.

"Taylor?" She touched her forehand with a shaky hand. "Really, Assistant Chief Taylor knows about all this?"

Really did she think they all would just let her go out on her own to handle this? Her problems were their problems too. It would take some convincing to get that through to her, Andy knew that. "He's the one that said to track your phone. See we all care about you. So whoever this scumbag is that's setting you up for murder, underestimated that fact that we, your team, wouldn't believe the evidence he planted against you!"

Sharon gave him an unconfident smile, it was nice that everyone was on her side but it only worried her more. It would be better if it was like the old days when she was in IA and they all hated her. "If it's who I think it is, all of you shouldn't be involved. He's was very angry at me when I put him in jail. I'm sure him being in there only built up his anger even more."

Andy wasn't going to accept that she wouldn't let the team help her with this. Yes, Sharon was independent and stubborn but she wasn't stupid and she needed her team to back her up right now with some moron trying to wreck her life. "Well, your one of us now, Captain and we protect our own."

"As of yesterday, I'm not the Captain. Here, I'm just Sharon, I might have to do things I can't do as an LAPD Captain." She stood up, fixed her tank-top with a slight adjustment. "I can look after myself, I've been doing it for a long time," she added firmly, walking out of the room.

~TBC~

A/N: The title is a play on words, Under the Raydor (radar) as in going undercover. Not a smut thing as "some" minds might go to. Haha ;) A special thanks to all the amazing friends I've made out there!