Hello everyone! I am back! This story was suppose to be started last week after my dad had a stroke to cope but things got a little crazy, now that they have moved him to a rehab center and my mind isn't all fuzzy I was able to write this.

I really really hope you enjoy this, it is kinda AU, since Andy isn't in law enforcement at all and Sharon is only in IA, not even the head of it.

My mind is kinda taking me on a wild ride with this one so I hope you enjoy it!

I am done with finals after today, so since I will be a hermit tomorrow and stay inside all day I should have the next chapter by tomorrow evening.

Again, these characters you recognize are not my, James Duff kindly let's me and others play in his sandbox so don't sue.

And now done with the talking here is my story...The Tiny Dancer

"Andy, my good friend, please, come in, have a seat."

Andrew Michael Flynn walked hesitantly into the room towards the offered chair. Andy has always been confident in himself and his job but it is known throughout the entire club that when the boss calls you in unexpectedly you don't seem to come back. No one ever really questioned what happened but since it didn't happen very often, no one ventured to dig too much into it. Andy walked to the chair and sat down, crossing his legs and intertwined his fingers as not to appear nervous. As he waited for his boss to speak he went back in his brain and tried to think if he did anything wrong but nothing came to mind. He turned to his staff, as head of staff he had to make sure every person did their job and as far as he knew, no one did anything wrong. Before he could ponder anymore thoughts, his boss cleared his throat and spoke…

Sharon pressed her fingers against her temple, trying to quell the migraine she could feel coming. This can't be happening…no, this wasn't happening, she was going to open her eyes and be back in her office, a report on her desk and her boss yelling at something or another. She cursed under her breath as she slowly opened her eyes, finding herself staring at her former boss, the commander, and Chief Erik Wolf, head of Major Crimes. Sharon closed her eyes, willing herself to disappear, when she had transferred from narcotics a little over two years ago she hadn't realized that she would end up back in their web, facing the past.

It hadn't been an easy decision, leaving the narcotics division. She loved being in the field and she was well liked throughout, he sarcastic nature and stoic expressions made her the perfect person to catch the dealers as a buyer. It had worked out well for her, especially because he husband was a lawyer, being able to stay at home with more stable hours, but she had always made it to every game or every recital her two children had, even if Jack couldn't. They were able to get their son Richard all the way through high school and into college on the east coast…unfortunately for their daughter things weren't that simple. During their daughter's sophomore year of high school, two years ago, Sharon finally had enough of her husband's drunken behavior and his inept ability to get himself thrown from the courtroom and eventually lose his license. It wasn't until she filed for divorce she realized how much damage he had done. Not only was he an alcoholic, she found out that he was a gambler and gambled away practically all of their savings...when that wasn't enough he took away all of Emily's college money.

Sharon realized then that her job wasn't going to work out, between the hours and the dangers of her job she couldn't guarantee she would be there for her daughter as she grew up, and that was something that she wouldn't be able to live with. When she approached her boss about it he was more than understanding, ironically he had just heard about an opening in Internal Affairs and they were looking at Sharon as a possible candidate. While not her ideal job, her family will always come first so with the help of her boss and the support of her entire team, she was able to take the job in IA…in hopes to become the head of internal affairs if she does in fact enjoy her job. It had been two years since Sharon had transferred so it came as a great shock to her when she was approached by the commander asking her to join him in his office where a meeting was taking place.

Coming back to the present Sharon noticed that all eyes were on her. She sighed and looked up at Agent Sam Harting, her former boss and sill dear friend.

"Are you sure? Are you 100% sure they are back into the drug business? Because I can't even remotely agree to this if you aren't. I have spent two years working my ass off in Internal Affairs and making sure that Emily had the best years she could and I will not risk myself or our family off of some bullshit idea."

While Commander Harris and Chief Erik were shocked at the manor she was speaking, Agent Harting nodded his head and sat down, becoming level with her across the table.

"I promise you Sharon, another girl has died from an overdose, she was linked to the club as one of the dancers, they have gotten bigger Sharon, I wouldn't ask you to risk everything if I wasn't sure of myself that we can get the bastard this time, him and his family. If you still are uncomfortable I won't ask you again, I will find someone else, but you are our best shot…"

Erik's piercing blue eyes held some type of hope but also a feeling of comfort that Sharon felt she could trust, nodding her head she looked past her friend and the two other occupants in the room.

"I'm in."

Andy adjusted his tie, not used to the feeling of fabric around his neck. He hadn't worn a tie in over two and half years, ever since…he shook his head, derailing that train of thought, this was not a time to dwell on the past, not when he was given this unique opportunity. When Andy walked into Vito Santino's office a week and a half ago he thought that he was going to be sacked. To his immense surprise he was actually offered the position of a second assistant manager, due to the clubs growing popularity. Andy wasn't surprised at the success of the Tiny Dancer; it was very well run and really adapted to the LA lifestyle. It hadn't always been like that, they had just relocated to a new building only 6 months ago when Vito was approved for a new lease. Andy had been with the company a little over two years, watching as his old boss grew in age and retired, passing his business to his youngest and only son, Vito. At first everything was left the same, large restaurant with VIP seating in the back, nice soft jazz music playing, it was a relaxing atmosphere. It wasn't until Vincent Sr.'s passing eight months ago when things really started to change.

It was clear to Andy that Vito had always wanted to modernize his father's business, but out of respect he left it the same. As soon as the funeral was over it seemed like Vito set all of his plans into motion, firing everyone except the senior staff…and Andy, who clearly showed some potential and was spoken highly of by his boss. The once elegant restaurant turned into a regular restaurant during the week and a loud, busy nightclub during the weekend. It was smart, appealing not only to the younger generation but also to Vito's partying lifestyle. With this change brought new positions and new people to be trained and since Andy had been promoted to help split the overwhelming job with the acting assistant manager, Andy now had to find someone who could replace him in overseeing the staff.

A knock at the door brought everything back to the present, solidifying his need to find someone qualified. It wasn't for lack of trying, many people wanted to work there, they just weren't qualified or didn't fit the bill. A manager needed to exude authority and the people he has interviewed in the past week made it seem like they were all in it for the partying atmosphere, not to get a job done. Sighing, Andy walked over to the door, ready to face the next person claiming to be the right fit. He was very shocked as he opened the door, not being prepared at all for the sight before him. At that moment he knew two things….

This was the one….and shit, he is screwed.