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All of this wouldn't have happened if his son had listened to him for once. He had precisely told him to wait in the car. But what had the idiot boy done instead? He had come upstairs to say hi to the team and to thank Andy for fixing him up with skybox tickets for the Dodgers game.

His son's urge to be nice and to talk to people was beyond him. It was something he had inherited from his mother. Wife number two. That woman had driven him mad with her eloquence and her interminable friendliness. It had been part of the reason why they had gotten divorced. That and the fact that he had fallen for his ex-wife again.

Now Greg was shaking everyone's hand and introducing himself to Sykes – who he hadn't met yet. Provenza watched him and asked himself for the millionth time how someone who he shared half his genes with and who he had helped raise could be such a people person.

He could hear Greg and Andy talk about last night's game when the Captain entered the murder room and strutted past them. And that was precisely the moment when the mess started.

Sharon didn't immediately see their visitor. She was too busy asking Buzz something about the video surveillance at their latest crime scene.

Greg however had noticed her the moment she had waltzed past him. How could he have not? That woman looked amazing. And it wasn't just that. It was what her presence did to the room: It lit it up, it made its air shift. The entire atmosphere had changed the moment she had walked in.

"Who is she?", Greg asked. His voice low.

"The captain", Andy said. He was watching her too. A tiny grin on his lips.

"That's Raydor?!" His father had described her completely different. He had envisioned Captain Raydor to be an old, bitter woman in a gray pantsuit that were two numbers too large and did not reveal a single curve of her chubby body. But Captain Raydor was nothing like this woman. She was anything BUT this woman.

"The one and only", Andy's eyes were still on her.

"Did ballistics call already?" She asked as she walked towards them.

"Not yet", Andy answered.

"And do we have any leads on the stolen car?"

"Patrol found it in Santa Monica. Julio went to check it out."

"Good", she said before she looked at the young man sitting next to her lieutenant. "Who is our visitor?", She wanted to know.

Greg immediately got up and offered her his hand. "I'm Greg Provenza. The son of Mr. Cranky over there." He pointed at his father who let out an annoyed sigh. "Nice to meet you."

"Oh. Hello. Captain Sharon Raydor." Sharon shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too."

"So you are the devilish lady who bosses around my father all day?"

"Yes that would be me… also known as the Wicked Witch or…" She turned to her team and asked: "What's the Star Wars thing you call me behind my back?"

"Darth Raydor", Sykes blurted out with a big smile, happy to be helping her boss by providing the answer.

"Yes, that's it", Sharon didn't take those names particularly serious. It amused her more than anything. Especially now that the division accepted and respected her as their boss and as a member of the team.

"That's a pretty cool nickname if you ask me."

"So says my son." She smiled and then said: "Excuse me, I have got a conference call in five minutes. It was nice to meet you."

"It was a pleasure to meet you too, captain."

He watched her disappear in her office. He even slightly tilted his head to get a better view of her behind and of her gorgeous legs which were only covered by fabric down to her knees.

Greg startled when someone hit him on the back of his head with what felt like a newspaper. He didn't need to look in order to know that it was his father. No one else would dare to do that.

"What?!", he asked.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Making gooey eyes at the captain. Are you nuts?!" Provenza hit him again, this time on his shoulder.

"Hey!", Greg protested. "It's not my fault. You never told me she was hot. I wasn't prepared for this. Have you seen her legs?"

And Provenza hit him again. "She is old enough to be your mother."

Greg snorted. "Your last girlfriend was young enough to be your granddaughter. And your current girlfriend is the grandmother of a deranged murderer. And you are questioning my taste in women? Really?"

"Watch it kid, I never used violence on you but you are tempting me."

"Calm down, dad. The LAPD has already enough lawsuits for abuse of police force."

The lieutenant groaned. That boy was gonna be the end of him. "Just wait downstairs for me, would you?", he hissed.

"Oh no... I'll wait right here", Greg dropped down in one of the chairs which provided a good view into the captain's office. It gave him the opportunity to look at the beautiful woman a little longer AND it annoyed his father. Win-win.

Provenza wished he could say that it surprised him when Greg popped by the precinct the next day. He brought coffee for everyone. He even got the good stuff from the coffee shop around the corner.

Greg put the carton cup holder with the coffees on one of the free desks in the murder room, took one of the cups and went to knock on the captain's door. He entered her office after she winked him in.

Sharon was surprised to see him again. "Mr. Provenza. What can I do for you?"

"I brought coffee." He extended the cup towards her. "And please call me Greg."

"Oh...ok." She was slightly confused by this situation. "Thank you." She took the coffee, her fingers brushing his in the process. It was a simple, harmless touch but something about it felt weird. She couldn't quite put a finger on it though.

"Having a lunch date with your father again?", she asked.

"God no. Once a month is enough... I just happened to be in the area and thought I'd drop by for a little visit and bring coffee."

"Well... that is very nice of you."

He smiled at her and took a step closer towards her desk. "And I thought that - since I'm already here - I'd ask you out."

"Excuse me?!" Sharon was sure she had misheard him.

"There is this new Italian restaurant I've been wanting to try out and I'd love for you to join me."

So she hadn't misheard him. He was asking her out.

It took Sharon a few moments to get over the shock. After clearing her throat she said: "Thank you for asking... but I think you should try out this restaurant with someone else... with someone closer to your age maybe."

"That's a pity. I already made reservations for Friday 8pm."

"Then you better hurry and find a girl who'll go with you."

"No chance?"

She shook her head. "I feel flattered. I do... but I really can't."

"Alright... then I'll leave you to your work." Greg didn't seem particularly upset. "Enjoy your coffee, captain," he said, his voice far too low and far too suggestive, and then he was gone.

Sharon watched the boy walk across the murder room towards the exit. Only when he was gone she noticed that there was a smile on her lips.

As weird and as insane it was to be asked out on a date by a handsome guy half your age, it was equally as flattering.

She took a sip of her coffee and thought about what she would have worn if she had agreed to go out with him.

Sharon's gaze wasn't the only one which followed Greg. Andy's eyes were on him too. However, he was definitely not smiling. He had watched Greg interact with Sharon, he had seen the way he had looked at her and how he had stepped closer towards her during their conversation. And he did not like it. He did not like it one bit.

TBC...

Thank you for reading :D I'm an absolute sucker for storylines in that younger men have a crush on significantly older women. There are still far too little films and stories that tell that kind of story. It is still somewhat of a taboo... not like it used to be but older men/younger women relationships are still much more respected and this fact bugs me. It really bugs me... So I really wanted to write this story... BUT don't panic! This story is a Shandy story! It absolutely is!