Just a brief message for those who have embarked the Flynn Dixon ship and have begun reading this story...
This is a crossover between Major Crimes Andy Flynn and Grey's Anatomy Virginia Dixon. I do not own rights to these characters, I'm just writing down what floats around in my mind.
The title is hopefully temporary until further notice, since I couldn't think of one thus far that would do justice. Lastly, I can't guarantee specific update times, but I will try as frequently as possible. I've given myself a head start, so I will try to pace myself.
I'd also like to say I would absolutely LOVE feedback to see what I am doing right/wrong. I always love improving my writing
Thank you so much for reading :)
The sound of bullets ricocheting around him filled his ears and he sprinted as fast as he could away from the debris left behind him. Shouting came from every direction as the sirens came surrounding him. He slid over the hood of a nearby car, shielding himself from the chaos he had come from. He looked down at arm, bruised and battered but he would survive. The bastard had managed to get in a few hits before he was taken down by Lieutenant Sanchez. He'd ran after another trying to flea from the scene, leaving the other behind to God knows what Sanchez had in store for him.
He squatted down beneath the car, taking a moment to catch his breath and reevaluate his surroundings. He still had his gun on his hip and enough energy left in him for one more round. He heard a engine nearby start up and immediately jumped up with his hand on his gun. The lights blared in his eyes, as he drew his gun and raised it in front of him. "Police! Get out of the vehicle!" He yelled, adjusting to the light.
The tires screeched as the car entered reverse and began backing away from the lieutenant. A loud bang filled the air, followed by a shot directed toward Andy. It hit his shoulder, throwing him off balance. It wasn't enough for Andy to give up trying to catch this son of a bitch.
He aimed and took a shot toward the front tires, taking both of them out. He heard the door fly open and was back on his feet chasing after him before he made it past the back end of the car. As he was running he hadn't noticed how bad the blow to his shoulder was until he began to feel a numbing sensation arising. He knew it wasn't good.
He kept on, and pushed away the pain the best he could, until they both came to a dead end. The alley was dark, and Andy could hardly make out the suspects face as he raised his gun once again. "Drop your weapon!"
The man refused, and instead removed his hood. "The only thing dropping tonight is your dead carcass asshole!"
The man took a step toward Andy, making him uneasy. He showed no sign of intimidation and persisted. "I have back up on their way. I need you to drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head."
The man went to speak again, but Andy interrupted. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. Murdering a cop won't help your situation."
The last wrong move Andy made was a step forward as the gun went off once more, nearly point blank to Andy's heart.
He stumbled backwards a few times, before falling to the pavement. He heard the sirens growing louder and knew this asshole wasn't getting away. It was only a matter of how much the bullet proof vest had done for him that would determine the fate of his survival.
He knew it still wasn't over. His eyes scanned the pavement for his gun. It must have fallen out of his hand when he fell.
He heard the man's boots getting closer followed by the sound of his gun sliding down the concrete away from him. His mind was racing and the piercing pain was making it harder by the second to think. He didn't have much left in him. He was reaching for the truncheon in his belt when he felt another hard hit to his stomach. He was kicking him, repeatedly, anywhere he could. The last thing he remembered was the sound of Chief Johnson voice, and another loud gunshot before his eyes shut.
"Would you cut it out! The last thing he needs is to be woken up by the sound of your cackling."
The chief suppressed her laughter before heading toward the door. "I'm sorry lieutenant, but I personally find it hilarious that your messy writing had them believing this was Andrea Flynn." She bit her lip to keep herself from chuckling.
"I don't think I should be the one worried of him waking up."
She let out one more laugh before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her. The lieutenant listened to her carry on all the way down the hall until another voice spoke up. "Hey.."
Andy blinked his eyes a few times before looking over at his colleague. "Hey.. look who finally came around."
"Wha-what happened?"
"You were shot twice, and then had the wind knocked out of you."
His eyes grew wide from the sound of the older man's voice. "I what?"
"But you'll be fine." Provenza continued. "Doctor said she doesn't want you fooling around until the stitches heal."
"Stitches?"
It took Provenza about half an hour to explain everything that had went down, and the procedures he had undergone in order to be alive at that moment. Andy eventually remembered and managed to control his anxiety. He remembered the last visions he had were of his children before his eyes shut. He couldn't imagine having to leave them alone in this world, but they were only entering college. He wasn't ready to leave them just yet, or his job. He'd fought as hard as he could to survive and thats where it got him. He knew he'd have to pull through a few weeks in the hospital, but he was already focusing on the thought of healing and getting back to work. After Provenza gave him the medical run down, he then went through what had happened after Andy blacked out. Brenda had shot him once in the chest, killing him almost immediately. They hadn't caught him alive, but they got him before one of their officers slipped away, and thats what was important to the team.
"I let him get away with it. I shouldn't have let that happen."
"If you hadn't chased after him, you big dummy, we wouldn't have caught him, and he'd still be running the streets of Los Angeles."
He didn't hear appraisal coming from Provenza very often, so he took it and remained silent.
His throat was growing dry from already doing more talking than he should have. His eyes scanned the room for a cup of water. "Is there any water in here?"
Provenza stood from his chair and walked over to the table at the corner of the room. "Nurse brought you in some water and wanted me to notify her when you woke up. I guess I kinda messed that up."
"You had one job." Andy joked, as he took the cup from the lieutenant.
He pulled the cord hanging from the side of the bed, buzzing for a nurse. The nurse came in a few seconds later, welcoming him with a smile and a clip board. "How are you feeling, Andrea?"
"Andrea?!"
The nurse looked down at her clipboard and back up to the two detectives. Provenza spoke up first. "I um..It's Andrew. The doctor misread my writing."
Flynn shot him a look of utter loathing. The nurse asked him a few questions before leaving him with another cup of water and painkillers. "Andrea? Are you kidding me?"
He shook his head, while Provenza remained silent in the chair across from him. "Don't blame me! It was Brenda's idea for me to fill out the papers."
Andy rolled his eyes and winced as his shoulder stung from his slight shifting. His eyes travelled across the room. There were a few cards on the table that the team had left before returning to work.
His gaze wondered to the door where he saw a man in a white coat, presumably his doctor, heading down the hall toward him. The doctor was stopped by another with long dark hair and clipboard grasped tightly in her hands. Her back was facing him, but he could occasionally make out her features. She wore a denim blouse beneath her white coat, which fit her rather well in Andy's mind.
Andy sat and watched the two interact, occasionally pointing down the hall toward him before they separated. They crossed paths as the male doctor headed the opposite direction and she continued toward Andy's room.
She walked somewhat confidently, but with an uneven stride in her step. One hand fidgeted with a pen, while the other knocked softly but firmly on his door. He motioned for her to come in with the hand that wasn't attached to his sore arm.
She gave him what appeared to be a forced smile and took a small step in. "Good evening lieutenant," she read from the clipboard in her hand. "Andrea…?"
"Andrew." He politely corrected, shooting his partner another death stare.
"Oh. I'm Dr. Dixon, I was the surgeon in charge of your procedure. Dr. Gordon is currently occupied so he asked for me to stand in. He's busy…" She trailed off, uncomfortable with the current social situation.
Her fingers interlocked and then separated. They seemed like kind people, but she was unfamiliar with having to do the interacting with the patients. Especially after the procedure was already performed.
She waited for a response from the two detectives but continued once silence rose. "Lieutenant, you recently underwent Pericardiocentesis surgery. The bullet proof vest managed to save you from a fatal rupture of the left ventricle. The vest managed to obstruct the three bullets fired, but if your heart had underwent anymore trauma, you most likely would not have survived."
Her eyes fell awkwardly to the floor as she gathered her thoughts.
"A miracle!" Andy, chimed.
It was difficult speaking, but he wanted to be as social as possible before he reached the point of needing to rest again, which was already breaching.
"No," She nearly spat. "I don't spin miracles, I perform surgery. Science isn't luck, its accuracy."
Flynn's gaze met Provenza's as the doctor's eyes wondered the room nervously. "Right. Well, I'm assuming Andrea here is gonna need to do some more sleeping it off."
The older lieutenant stood from his chair and held his hand out to the doctor. She responded with a firm shake, struggling to maintain the eye contact she sought. "Yes. Dr. Gordon can help you with any further questions you may have regarding your recovery. It was nice… meeting you."
Her voice slurred slightly when she spoke, which left Provenza with raised eyebrows. Andy was visibly to exhausted at this point to show curiosity towards his surgeons mental state. His eyes were growing heavy as he watched his partner leave with a small wave. "Doctor…" Andy spoke, catching her before she left.
She turned to face him and waited on his inquiry. "I just want to thank you… for saving my life."
A small laugh managed to escape his mouth, but he was held back by his growing fatigue.
"You have a very strong heart," came her response.
She left him hanging on her last words, slightly thrown off by the unpredictability of her response. "Well uh, its been through a lot," he replied awkwardly.
She gave him a friendly nod, without saying anything further and dismissed herself, leaving him to rest.
Lieutenant Provenza had returned later in the week, once Andy had recovered enough to be more sociable. He filled Andy in on their most recent case, regarding a serial killer who was harvesting out he hearts of his prey. So far there were two victims and one suspect that wasn't turning out to look very guilty. The most disturbing part was that he wasn't doing it while they were alive, which was very uncommon in comparison to some of the other twisted cases they had worked on in the past.
The killer was drugging them beforehand, and waiting until they were dead before removing their hearts and supposedly examining them for his own entertainment. What a sick bastard, Andy had thought.
Being alone in his hospital room was starting to drive him insane. The only visits he was getting at that point was from Provenza, but only for work related information, so he wouldn't be completely out of the loop once he got back. Hearing about the newest case was only making him more antsy to get back to work. Being confined to a bed all day, wasn't his idea of fun.
He allowed his curiosity to wonder once Provenza had left, thinking about the killer and why anyone would take another's life, just to get up close to a heart. After all, it was just an organ. Couldn't he just Google it, or play one of those online heart surgeon simulators?
An idea rose in his mind, and he rang for the nurse, acting on his impulses as usual. "Do you know if Dr. Dixon is available at the moment?" He asked the nurse, upon her entry.
She reached above him, pressing the red button to turn off the buzzer. She looked over at the clock on the wall. "Well, she should be leaving within the hour, but I'm sure she can has a few minutes to come in. Is there something the matter? Can I help?" The young woman asked.
"No, its just a question regarding my work. A heart question."
"Oh… Okay. Well I'll go get her for you." She spoke hesitantly, but did as her patient requested. She really didn't want to bother the doctor, knowing she wasn't in favour of one on one conversation, but also knew she wouldn't appreciate it if she wasn't notified she was being asked for.
She started back toward the hall as Andy folded his hands in his lap. "I'll just wait here," he said sarcastically, finding himself rather funny.
It's not like he couldn't just up and go if he wanted to, but he knew there were about twenty people who would have his hyde.
He had been waiting for only a few minutes when Dr. Dixon entered the room with her clipboard in her hands. "Good evening Lieutenant Flynn, how can I help you?" She asked, avoiding direct eye contact with him.
"Hello again doctor, I hope I'm not keeping you from anything important.."
"I was just about to go home, but thats alright. I'm glad to help you however I can," She said, flashing him a half sided smile.
He couldn't help but return her expression as his hand reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, to clear his throat before he spoke. "Well, as you know I work for the Los Angeles Police Department and I was hoping you could answer a few of my questions."
"Oh, well I'm flattered Lieutenant Flynn, but I'm only a doctor, I can't offer you legal advice. I'm a heart surgeon. I do.. I do hearts."
She fumbled on her words, phrasing her thoughts awkwardly, peaking Flynn's interest. He wasn't sure what it was making her so nervous around him, but he didn't feel he was in any position to ask. He watched her eyes wonder to the ceiling and wished there was something he could say to put her at ease. He continued with his questions, in the meantime, hoping to change her thoughts of him, whatever they were. "Well no, you see, theres been multiple homicides occurring, where the killer has been removing the hearts of his victims after they've deceased. Could you interpret the reasoning for his behaviour?"
"The heart is a very exquisite organ, having a very systematic function. I couldn't quite tell you why someone would want to examine it after its stopped performing its job, but for some obscure reason, maybe he's doing it for that said reason. They appear to have a personal motive."
He followed her, going through the limited information he knew about the crime so far. "Some of the first victims heart was left behind. It seemed as though it had almost been sliced in half. They left the left side behind, why would that be?"
"The right side of the heart maintains the pulmonary circulations, pumping blood to the lungs. Maybe that particular area interests him. It's hard to tell you why someone would murder an innocent person, taking the left side of the heart, but…"
The corners of her bottom lip curled down as she thought further on the topic. Andy sat and listened to her drag on with the subject of the hearts functions and all the possible reasons a person may be compelled to murder just to catch a closer look. He felt the pain medication slowly wear off along with his focus and understanding of all she was saying, but he let her continue, not wanting to be rude. She seemed to know a resounding amount of information about the human heart, which he couldn't help but be impressed by.
As she spoke she grew more relaxed, being able to speak on a topic with familiarity. She had difficulty interpreting his silent response, but she appeared to have his attention so she continued until she grew tired. She felt as though she could talk hours about her cardiological knowledge, but she was afraid of boring him. The man was already ill enough.
When her eyes crept up from the floor to him in bed, his eyes caught heres making her slightly uneasy. She recognized his drowsiness and immediately felt guilty for talking him to the point of exhaustion. "You need rest. I should be letting you sleep."
He watched her slowing begin backing up, looking nervously around the room. "No, its fine, really. I asked for you to come, and you've helped me understand lot. Don't feel bad, I'm always tired now because of this damn accident."
She flinched at his use of words but felt better from hearing his sense of appreciation. "Oh its no problem."
She flashed him a small smile before motioning to the empty cup beside him. "Can I get you more painkillers?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
He fought the urge to doze off until she returned with his meds. She stood awkwardly in the doorway while he swallowed the pills one at a time. "If you ever need any help in terms of hearts, I'd be glad to help."
He set down the cup, thanking her for her offer. "I certainly will. You seem to know what you're talking about."
She nodded her head, unsure of how to respond to his compliment. She left him to sleep, while he lay awake a few moments longer in bewilderment. He wasn't sure what is was about her different behaviour but he found it interesting and even almost cute. No matter her situation, he secretly hoped that he'd be able to take her up on her offer eventually.