A/N so this was prompt on tumblr ( which I am still trying to figure out ) and I just kept thinking and thinking about it. So to put the brain worm to sleep I had to type. The prompt was a perp gets a hold of a gun and holds Sharon hostage. So here is my take on that idea. Took a little "artistic" license with it. Planned as a one shot but who knows...

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"Andy," she almost shouted his name. It was all she could manage before the suspect clapped his hand around her throat making it hard to breathe. It was also the only way to stop the Lieutenant's forward momentum. She had heard him shout her name causing her to turn. She had watched in confused disbelief as he almost vaulted over a desk in her direction. Everything became clear when she felt hands on her, arms gripping her tightly.

The room exploded with the chaotic noise of raised voices. Their shouts combining into a thunderous incoherent sound. Sharon watched as every officer present sprang into action.

"Back away!" her assailant shouted. His voice was deafening, Sharon involuntarily closed her eyes against the sound. Her hands held his wrist, trying to alleviate the increasing pressure on her throat.

"You don't want to do this," she said her voice sounded thick and hoarse. Every eye and weapon in the room was trained on the pair. She felt something sharp digging into her neck.

"Let me ... help you," she said turning her head as much as his grip would allow. She could feel his breath on her ear coming in ragged gasps moving her hair against her cheek. "This isn't the way," she said. "They will never let you just walk out of here."

"Put it down and back away from her," Andy said in very measured tones. His arms were held out from his body, palms turned out, finger spread wide in an exaggerated display for the 'dirtbag' using Sharon as a shield.

"Shut up!" The suspect spat the words out.

"Take it easy," Andy spoke in tones far more calmly than he felt.

Sharon swallowed, her mouth was dry making it even more difficult to speak. "Think," she said slowly. "Look around, how do you see this ending?" She could feel him shift as he accessed his surroundings.

"Louie," Andy called over to his partner, "You got this?" Andy glanced to his right.

Provenza nodded, "Yah, I got it."

"I know you don't want to die today," she said.

"Lady, if I die, you gonna go with me," he said before shouting, "I'll kill her. You hear me!" He pressed his weapon harder against her skin.

Sharon's eyes bore into Andy. "Listen buddy, you don't want to do that. Nobody needs to die," he said his voice sounding calm. Only the hard angle of his jaw and the veins protruding in his neck betrayed his true feelings. He could see a small crimson line begin to travel down Sharon's neck as the 'dirtbag' increased his pressure. She let out a small cry as the weapon finally broke her skin.

"I ain't going back," her captor hissed.

Sharon's mind raced, trying to work out a way to talk this guy down. She watched as Provenza squared his stance and took aim.

Provenza's gaze never faltered. There was no reasoning with this scumbag. He watched the Captain's face carefully looking for the signal to take the shot.

Andy took a step forward. "All right, let's just stay calm."

"Stay back!" The young man yelled. Andy noticed the beads of sweat on the guy's brow, the red tinge around his eyes, the twitchy way his body shifted and his eyes darted around the room. This guy was a junkie which made him even more unpredictable and dangerous.

Andy had stopped moving. Speaking to the room he said, "Everybody... Just...Stay...Calm."

Sharon was assessing her situation. Her mind rapidily playing out various scenarios looking for a way that everyone walked away alive. She tried to speak but her voice came out as a croak. Her assailant was squeezing so strongly it was hard to breathe. She tried again, "What's your name?" she asked the words rough and breathy.

Andy followed her lead, "Hey buddy, yah what's your name?" Andy waited for him to respond. "Just your name. Ease up buddy. She's gotta breath. Ok. Ease up."

Andy watched as the dirtbag's eyes darted from him to the other officers in the room. They all had a weapon trained on the pair. Andy motioned for his team to lower their weapons. Provenza growled, "Like hell." Andy let that go. Louie would react if needed but he hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"Let her breath," Andy said using his hands to emphasize his words. He noticed Sharon nod her head ever so slightly indicating her assailant had complied.

"Ok buddy, now what's your name?" Andy asked again.

The uniformed officer who had been escorting the suspect spoke up, moved suddenly and shouting out, "His name is Eugene MacMann." The dirt bag startled at the sound, driving his weapon further into Sharon's neck, she yelped. Andy glared at the officer, who shrank back.

"Ok ... take it easy ... Eugene," Andy started.

"Don't! Call me that," Eugene shouted.

"You're hurting me," Sharon whispered hoarsely. Eugene's attention shifted to her. "Please," she tugged at this hand holding her throat. Almost absently he loosened his grip. "Thank you," Sharon said her voice so quiet Eugene needed to lean in to hear her.

Andy had slowly advanced while Eugene was distracted. She tried to keep Eugene's attention on her.

"Thank you, Eugene," she said softly before quickly added, "Sorry, you don't like being called that. What...should I call you?"

She could smell his perspiration, feel the way his body was beginning to tremble. "Sharon," she said swallowing hard, "my name is Sharon," she continued. Eugene's grip on her neck slackened a little more. His weapon hand shifted and rested on her shoulder. For a moment, he seemed somewhat stunned by Sharon's reaction to him. Slowly, Sharon dropped her hands from Eugene's wrist. With all her might she thrust her elbow into Eugene's stomach. He howled as she rotated out of his grasp. Eugene raised his weapon, Andy shouted and lunged for them as Sharon raised her arm defensively before jamming her knee into his groin catching Eugene quite by surprise. Many of the observers groan in sympathy as Eugene doubled over and crumpled to the floor.

Tao and Sanchez quickly advance to take custody of Eugene once he is done writhing on the floor. Tao secured the discarded weapon. "A letter opener," he states matter of factly.

"Nice moves, Captain," Sanchez said with a chuckle.

Sharon leaned against the wall with her hand holding the wound on her neck. It felt warm and sticky removing her hand she absently examined the blood on her fingers and palm.

Andy was at her side in an instant. "Sharon," he whispered his throat felt tight. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close. His feeling of relief so intense he was almost lightheaded.

Placing her free hand on his chest, she merely nodded at him indicating she was all right. Andy slipped an arm around her and guided her to the nearest chair. She sat without any protest letting him access her neck. He cupped her throat pressing a handkerchief over the wound. To quiet the trembling of her hands, she folded them tightly in her lap. Her whole body felt as though it was vibrating as the adrenaline coursed through her.

Andy leaned in close. "It doesn't look too bad," Andy said. "But you still need to get it checked out... Make sure you don't need stitches."

She saw the worry in his eyes, heard it in his tone. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, let everything she was feeling pour out. She couldn't no matter how much she wanted to. Taking his free hand in hers, she squeezed whispering, "Andy, I'm ok." She gave him a small smile, "Now we'll have matching scars," she tried to joke.

"Oh Captain comedian now is it?" he said relieved to see that mischievous glint in her eye.

"I'm ok really," she said again holding his hands tightly.

Giving her hand a squeeze in return, he countered, "You are still getting checked out by a professional."

She rolled her eyes at him. Before she could protest Andy added, "Any on-duty injuries need to be properly reported and signed off on by a medical professional."

Provenza piped up, "You quoting chapter and verse? Eeh gads." As he walked away he shot a look at Andy over his shoulder and added, "Looks like you finally got him trained."

"What! Now everyone's a comedian!" Andy shot back.

Sharon smiled at him. She leaned in resting her forehead against his shoulder. "Love you," she whispered.

Andy snuck a quick kiss to the top of her head.

"Excuse me Captain, Lieutenant?" Buzz interrupted feeling awkward intruding, "The paramedics are here."

The end

A/N Hope you leave a review, let me know your thoughts. Give me an idea for a Chapter 2 perhaps...