This is requested by and written for lieutenantflynn *waves* so here is chapter 1 (it won't be extra long like JAD but there will be more than one chapter) Enjoy :)
Disclaimer - anything recognisable doesn't belong to me.
There was a resounding ringing playing inside Andy Flynn's head. Scrunching his eyes more tightly closed, he buried his head further into his pillow and willed it to stop. It didn't. An indiscernible mumble from his left broke through the noise and he could feel slender fingers prodding gently at his stomach pulling him further from sleep.
With a groan, he rolled over and slapped wildly at the bedside table until his palm came into contact with the alarm clock, pressing the button on the top. The ringing continued. So did the prodding, this time at the small of his back, "Andy, phone. Turn it off." Sharon mumbled in a sleep-thickened voice.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, hearing a small sound of protest from Sharon as the cool air of the room invaded the warm nest of duvet she was snuggled under. Picking up his phone, Andy glanced at the name flashing on the screen and made a frustrated noise, "It's the chief."
Sharon huffed and brought the covers further up her shoulders; hiding as much of her bare skin as she could from the cold, "Don't answer it."
Flynn chuckled and glanced over his shoulder at her, "You know I have to, Sharon."
The duvet flinched spasmodically as she shrugged, "It's Saturday morning!"
He pretended not to hear her and pressed the button to answer the call, lifting the phone to his ear to be met immediately by the sunny tones of Brenda Leigh Johnson. Sharon huffed again and pulled the duvet over her head as she listened to him talk.
"Sure Chief, I'll be there as soon as I can." Sharon heard him drop the phone back onto the bedside table and felt the bed dip as he rolled over to her side. He slowly pulled the duvet away from her face so he could see her, completely unsurprised to find that she was scowling. He sighed and poked her gently in the stomach, "Don't give me that look."
She squirmed away from him and gave him her best glare. "It's Saturday and it's your day off." She whined childishly.
He grinned wolfishly and leaned over her, "I'll make it up to you."
"Damn right you will." She hooked her hands over his shoulders and pulled him down for a brief kiss before pushing him away, "Go get ready, you've been summoned."
He scrambled off the bed and went to the wardrobe to find some clean clothes, "You changed your tune pretty quickly," he said nonchalantly as he rummaged through the hangers before stopping to pull out a pastel blue shirt.
Sharon rolled over so she could watch him dress, admiring the play of his muscles as he moved, "Let's just say I'm looking forward to seeing how you try to make it up to me."
When he turned to smile at her, fixing his tie, Sharon kicked off the duvet and moved her arms above her head, arching her back and stretching in a catlike fashion. She closed her eyes and smirked to herself when she heard him made a small sound, knowing full well that he was watching and exactly what she was doing to him.
Opening her eyes, she saw him staring directly at her, unmasked desire dominating his expression. She arched an eyebrow and smiled innocently at him. "Sharon, don't do that." He groaned, pushing his arms into the sleeves of his slate-grey suit jacket.
"Don't do what?" she batted her eyelids at him, doing her best to act oblivious, the effect only being ruined by the grin on her face.
Flynn waved his hands at her in mock frustration as she stretched again, "You know what!"
Sharon laughed lightly and swung her legs off the bed and padded over to the bathroom, "You're right, I do." She threw over her shoulder as she sashayed out the room.
Shaking his head in both frustration and amusement, Flynn went back to concentrating on getting ready to leave, listening as the shower started running. After collecting his phone and keys, he slipped into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, smiling as Sharon sang her favourite song under the spray of water.
He put his toothbrush away and walked over to the bath, pulling the shower curtain around just enough for him to poke his head inside but wouldn't get hit by the spray. "I'll see you later." He told her.
Sharon stepped out from under the flow of water and wrung out her now vanilla scented hair so she wouldn't drip on him when she dipped her head to kiss him tenderly.
When he arrived at the crime scene, there was the usual bustle of activity from SID going over the scene as well as the commotion of reporters behind the crime scene tape trying to get a quote from a frazzled looking Brenda Leigh Johnson standing just away from the cause of the activity, looking sick to her stomach.
"What have we got, Chief?" he asked softly, noticing how Brenda looked relieved to see him. She was already wrapped up in her oatmeal coloured cardigan, Flynn noticed, making him groan internally. It was going to be one of those cases.
She pulled the cardigan tighter around her and smiled grimly at him, "Lieutenant Flynn," she said in greeting before turning towards the crime scene and gesturing to the sickeningly small outline of a body covered by a white sheet on the front garden of the small suburban home. "We have a four year old girl, shot to death."
Flynn sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, "Ah jeez." It was always the cases involving children that made the tempers of the squad run hotter than usual, the cases that made Flynn work harder then ever to try to make Los Angeles that little bit safer.
Brenda brushed her hair out of her face and turned back to Flynn, "Lieutenant Provenza has taken the girl's parents and her older brother back to PD, Detectives Tao and Sanchez and Sergeant Gabriel are out canvassin' for the gun," she paused and gestured to a young woman he hadn't noticed before to join them, "This is Sergeant Anna Willis, she'll be joinin' us for the time bein' and seein' as you and Lieutenant Provenza are the most experienced,"
"You mean oldest," he interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
Brenda frowned at him, "I would like Sergeant Willis to accompany the two of you-"
"You want us to be her mentors?" he interrupted again; glancing at the young sergeant who was staring at him with an expression he was hesitant to put a name to.
"I'm sure you'll do a bang up job, Lieutenant." She said sweetly but leaving no room for argument.
Flynn gave a resigned sigh and risked another glance at Willis, who was still staring at him. "Where do you want me to start, Chief?"
She hesitated for a moment before answering, mulling it over before making her decision, "Why don't you take Sergeant Willis back to PD and help Lieutenant Provenza to take the parent's statements? Thank you so much."
Flynn nodded and put his hands in his trouser pockets, "Sure thing, Chief." He turned to face Willis and cocked his head over his shoulder, "Come on kid" he husked before turning and making his way back to his car, not paying attention to whether she was following or not. Somehow he knew that she would be.
Sliding into the driver's seat, he waited for her to climb in and fasten her seatbelt before he cruised along the busy Los Angeles roads back towards LAPD headquarters. Diligently keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him, he could feel her eyes on him. He wasn't entirely sure whether do be annoyed, amused or worried by her obvious interest in him.
Flynn slowed down for a light and cleared his throat, looking at the new sergeant out of the corner of his eye, "So, what division are you from?" he asked her, doing his best to sound relatively interested.
"Central Division, I wanted to get some experience in homicides before I went for my detectives exam, I'm hoping to transfer out of Central. Major Crimes seemed like the best place for that, I mean, you guys have got Chief Johnson running the show, not to mention the stories we hear down in Central about you and Lieutenant Provenza, I would love to transfer into Major Crimes and it's an honour to get the opportunity to observe you now. Sir." She rambled, speaking a mile a minute. Flynn couldn't decide whether her quick-fire way of talking was due to excitement and nerves or whether it was how she talked in every day situations.
She flicked her short, dark hair over her shoulder and grinned at him, "That's, er, that's great kid." He replied, entirely unsure of how to respond to what he was quickly beginning to think was an unfortunate case of hero worship. He couldn't wait to tell Sharon about this odd encounter.
Blessedly, they arrived at the few blocks away from PD where he had had to park since the move from Parker Center. As soon as Flynn had his Crown Vic parked he scrambled out and walked away, only stopping to remote lock the car doors when he was sure Willis was out herself, not that he would've minded if he'd accidentally locked her in. Somehow he didn't think the chief would approve though.
Walking the few blocks to PD headquarters, Flynn purposely kept a long, brisk stride to keep himself at least a few paces ahead of the young sergeant who was following him like a lost sheep or an abandoned puppy vying for his attention. He grinned when he slipped through the elevator doors in the lobby and Willis came in just behind him, taking the time it took to reach the floor for Major Crimes to catch her breath.
When the elevator doors rattled open, Flynn held the doors open and allowed Willis to exit first. She gave him a bright, almost flirtatious smile as she passed him, slipping by in a manner that was a little to close for comfort. He grimaced as he imagined Sharon's face if she had been here to witness this. He was pretty sure it would have led to his castration.
He moved in front of her and led her through the halls to the murder room, the whole time sensing that unmistakable, spine-tingling, shiver inducing feeling of her eyes on him again. He glanced over his shoulder and was surprised to see her gaze fixed unashamedly on his ass.
"Hey!" he said sharply, causing her eyes to shoot up to his face and a delicate blush to colour her cheeks. Her mouth gaped open and moved almost like she was about to say something, he raised his hand to cut her off before she could begin, "Provenza's probably got the family in the chief's conference room," he pointed in the general direction of the chief's office and the room just beyond it, "why don't you go sit in while he talks to them."
She went to say something again, this time backing down at the glare he sent her way. He watched her walk solemnly towards the conference room, occasionally casting looks at him over her shoulder before she disappeared through the door.
Flynn went over to his desk and collapsed into his chair, running a hand through his hair and down his face as he exhaled heavily. Sharon was going to kill him.