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After ten minutes of intense sniffing and eye-rolling, Andy had enough. Folding his arms in front of his chest in a rather menacing manner, he glared down at his partner, a combative growl escaping his lips just before he spoke.
"What the hell is it, Provenza?"
Provenza rolled his eyes once again, sending Andy's already elevated blood pressure up a few notches. The older lieutenant fixed his gaze on Flynn and crinkled his nose with obvious disgust.
"You're losing your marbles, Flynn," he snarled, only ready to elaborate after Andy had given a livid hiss to make sure that the other man knew about his current shortness of patience. "Did you buy the wrong shower gel or something? You smell like a woman. In fact, I think one of my wives used that same stuff because it smells-"
His eyes widened and Andy found it better to slowly back off, taking two discrete steps back.
"-familiar," Provenza finished, realization dawning on his face like it would have been portrayed in an old silent movie. "The Captain," he added feebly. "Please don't tell me you had a shower at the Captain's place this morning."
For a few seconds they just stared at each other in mutual bewilderment. The cat was out of the bag now, Andy knew, and some part of him was ridiculously amused by the particular shade of green Provenza's face had turned.
"You know," he said calmly, seeing the hope for an innocent explanation dawning in Provenza's eyes. "I actually had a shower with the Captain this morning."
The sound Provenza made sounded like a dying lion.