This is AU. I do not own the characters or the world in which they live. I own the idea - barely - although it is inspired by the film 'A Few Good Men'.

I want to thank deenikn8 for beta-ing this for me.

I hope you guys enjoy the journey.

"… Ten-five-four-xray," the caller said. "We have a ten-five-six."

There was a pause in the call. Silence. It ticked on for seconds, the silence creating anxiety.

"Clear the five-six." The caller clarified. "We have a ten-seven-one, copy."

"Roger," the responder called back. "Ten-seven-one. Command Six King, we have a ten-seven-one with a ten-five-four x-ray."

It was the call that sounded loud in Andy Flynn's ears nearly three days prior. A body dead on the first floor of a three story home in the Hollywood Hills. Now he sat in a large office, a conference room surrounded by windows, with the life of Los Angeles continuing on however many floors below him. He was being investigated for unethical practice and negating everything he as a police officer stood for. Plain and simple – he was going to be fired.

Someone from the Chief's office had come in twenty minutes ago and offered him a cup of water, something to eat, and he denied the offer. He'd be in that office for another half an hour or so, and at the end of that time he would be badge less, jobless, and free to go get something to eat from the Chinese restaurant down the street. Ten minutes left, he waited and watched as uniforms walked by the large windows, all rubber necking to see what exactly was going to happen to the infamous Andy Flynn. They all had to know what was going to happen. They just wanted to see how it happened, how he would react, if he reacted in a negative light at all.

Just when he was going to stand and stick his head out of the door, it opened. A woman stepped in with a notebook in her hand, a pen weaved in her fingers and a thick book cradled under her arm. Flynn leaned back in his chair to give the woman a once over. Suit, skirt, heels – not a cop. Or a cop in a special division. Or an assistant.

The woman sat quietly. Said nothing. She simply opened her notebook and began to write. Soon after another two officers, dressed in black and white entered the room.

This is it Andy thought. I'm getting the boot.

The men stood on either side of the door, as if they were guards. The woman across the table was unfazed and didn't look up from her notebook when the officers' entered. Either she knew they were coming or she didn't hear them enter. Or she just didn't care.

Another man entered, a few minutes later and just when Flynn was getting used to the silence this kid broke it.

"Ma'am," he said, tapping the woman on the shoulder.

It was the only time Flynn had seen the woman stop. From the time that she sat down until now, she hadn't set her pen down. She was looking at case work, writing down notes, flipping pages with determination. It made Flynn curious and interested in why she was there in the first place.

The woman nodded after the man had bent down and whispered something in her ear. The younger man had cocked his head so Flynn couldn't read his lips. Whatever it was, whatever had been said, was enough for the woman to close her notebook, slip the case files into the fold and rise. She left the room without a word and disappeared down the hallway. He took the second to give her a once over as she walked away. He was smirking when the younger man took a seat across from him.

"Flynn," the man said. "Do you know why you're here?"

Flynn wanted to give him a smart assed remark but decided against it. The man didn't look like he wanted to be there. Neither did Andy.

Andy instead gave the man a shrug.

"Figured I'm here to get fired," Andy said. It was honest. "You here to fire me?"

The man shook his head in the negative, which surprised Andy.

"So if you're not here to fire me, why are you here?"

"You are mandated to a three-week suspension," the man rattled off. "After three weeks you are to come back here, to this office, where you will receive an Internal Affairs liaison. They will walk you through the process."

"What process?"

"You are aware Flynn that you, pending investigation, can be fired and held for the crimes committed three days ago?" Flynn nodded. "So you will need to be investigated by the member of internal affairs, and pending their statement of facts there is potential that you will be remanded into police custody."

Andy remained silent. He wasn't under arrest yet, but he figured it would be safe to not say anything. He didn't want things to be held against him because he was being a smart ass. He didn't want another thing added to his file. In the long run he wouldn't be able to afford it.

"I'm here in three weeks?"

The man nodded. Andy nodded and stood.

"What do you want from me?"

"Just sign out with the desk Sergeant on your way out," the man said. "Oh and Flynn."

The man was digging into his pocket and pulled out a small card. He offered it to Flynn.

"If you find yourself up to any more trouble."

Andy shoved the card into his pocket and didn't look at it again until three weeks later.

Elliot.

He was the kid who laid out his future plain and simple.

Elliot.

The kid that had sold his soul to Internal Affairs.

Andy Flynn looked up at the building and then at his watch. He had a few minutes until he had his meeting with the I.A. representative.

Signing his name on the dotted line before being buzzed in by the sergeant at the desk, Andy heard someone's dispatch radio go off.

"Code three," the called announced. "Code three."

A few officers stood. Andy continued filling out the sheet in front of him. He was filling in his badge number.

"Be advised. Code three with a two-six-one." The called announced. "Standby for location."

Andy signed his name and gave the sergeant a nod. He was being waved through the turn style and allowed access on the elevator when he should be running out and driving to the location. The case would end up on his desk anyway. If he had a desk.

"Did you hear about the two-six-one?" A cop asked his fellow officer as Andy stepped off the elevator.

Silence filled the halls.

As Andy sunk into his chair in the office that awaited him. He was going to be haunted by the call. His call. The one he was in trouble for.

The Code X-ray.

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