A/N: Thank you guise for the reviews, favs, and follows. I was a very happy bunny all day! Here's chapter 2! I hope you guise like it! Again big thanks to themagnificentsquid for her help and her fabulous beta job!

Facing the murder board, Sharon sipped her iced chai latte; it was too hot and she was too wired for anything else. On her left she saw Tao come in, papers in hand.

"What do we have?" She asked.

"The oil on the victim's skin was specific to the spa in the hotel. Since the hotel staff couldn't help Flynn and Provenza with any guest complaints this morning, I managed to get a list of clientele from the spa. Morales was also able to give an ID which matched a name on the list, Michelle Clark."

"Was she a guest at the hotel?"

"For the weekend, she booked a room along with a couples package."

"Do we know who was with her?"

"Not yet, but Flynn and Provenza are on it."

"Good. Get back to the hotel and see if you can find anything in the hotel room. Even though I don't think it will do any good, bring SID along for DNA and fingerprints. Without knowing her guest we need as much evidence as we can get."

"You got it, Captain." He was about to turn away, but remembered the papers in his hand. "Oh and Captain this is the information we were able to gather about Michelle Clark. Mostly information from the DMV." He handed the small stack to her and went in search of Buzz, so they could go to the hotel.

Sharon flipped through the paperwork. Ms. Clark was from San Diego, 25 years old, and had green eyes. If she was making a romantic weekend trip, two hours from home, there had to be a car, or a record from Amtrak. She flipped through the paperwork looking for a current license plate number. When she found it Buzz and Tao were crossing the murder room to leave.

"Tao."

"Yes ma'am?"

"When you are at the hotel please look for a car with the license plate VWW 1701. It's the most current on the paperwork. She either drove up here, with her car, a rental, or she took the train."

"You've got it." With that, both men left.

Sharon tried to glean more about Ms. Clark from the limited public information and DMV record. She was about to give up and call Amtrak, to see if they had recent travel information for Ms. Clark, when there was a knock on the door. She looked up startled, everyone usually had cards. Who'd be knocking to get into the murder room? Sharon walked to the door and had to swallow a grimace, it was Sherri. She looked at Sharon through the door, condescendingly shaking a paper bag in front of her face. Sharon had no idea how someone could condescendingly shake a paper bag but Sherri managed it.

Sharon pasted a tight smile on her face and opened the door. "Yes?" She said carefully, dragging out the word, her eyebrow elegantly pushed upward.

Sherri smiled insincerely, "I brought Andrew a snack. He isn't answering his phone so I thought I would stop by."

"He's out doing his job."

Sherri scoffed, breezing past her into the murder room. "Still? You are some slave driver."

Sharon's eyes narrowed as she followed the other woman into the room, she settled at a desk crossing her arms and leaning her hip against it. "Not me, it comes with the job. Been busy lately, can't seem to stop people from killing each other." She pulled a whatcha gonna do face and shrugged.

Sherri rolled her eyes. "Which desk is Andrew's?"

Sharon pointed. Sherri smiled again, Sharon wondered if every smile of hers was fake, and sat down making herself comfortable in Andy's chair, taking a napkin and wiping down his desk. "If you're so busy why aren't you doing anything?" Sherri looked at Sharon under her eyelashes, as if she had won something.

"I was going to follow up on a lead and then you showed up."

She dropped the napkin, raising her hands in mock-surrender. "Don't let me stop you from doing your job."

Sharon smiled sweetly, and began walking toward her office, paperwork in hand. "I'll just be in my office."

"You know Andrew talked about his boss a lot, but it wasn't Captain Raydor this and Captain Raydor that. It was always Sharon this and Sharon that. I was kind of jealous until I met you."

Sharon smiled her honey-sweet smile again. "Oh sweetie, you caught me on a bad day."

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You caught me on a bad day. Sharon blanched, staring sightlessly at the paperwork in front of her, had she really said that? What, was she 17 again? Her stomach fluttered in anxiety. She was all over the place. She had just claimed a stake in Andy Flynn. She didn't want Andy Flynn. He was a friend, co-worker, right hand man. Okay so they had dinner sometimes, but she was a married woman. She rolled her eyes, that excuse sounded more lame as more years were added to the separation. She and Jack had been separated for almost more than half their marriage. She also didn't want to admit to herself that the more not-date dinners she had with Andy the more she hated the easy excuse.

She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat became a pit in her stomach. The hard truth was she had no claim to Andy Flynn, who was a wonderful man. The hard truth was that she was not Sherri, who wore his leather jacket and could easily accept his open affection. The hard truth was that for the first time in a long time Sharon Raydor was jealous. Now that she admitted it to herself, the pit in her stomach settled more firmly, it wasn't like she could do anything about it. She couldn't do anything about it, so she shook her head, physically moving on, past her thoughts. She picked up the phone and dialed the number for Amtrak.

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He was looking at her with his patented pout, it wasn't full blown and Sharon wouldn't have been able to resist breaking under the full puppy-dog pout. The full puppy dog pout is why he was calling her Sharon and taking her out to not-dates as just friends. Briefly Sharon wondered where these not-dates fit in with Andy's actual dates with Sherri. Sharon decided she didn't really want to know.

"Was there something else you needed, lieutenant?"

He seemed surprised by the rank, they tended to be on first name basis when they weren't in the murder room. It didn't stop him from plopping down in the seat opposite the desk. "Is everything all right, Captain?"

Sharon decided to ignore the stress he put on the rank and busied herself by straightening up paperwork on her desk,. It was busywork. "Everything is fine. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well for one you haven't made eye-contact with me since Provenza and I got back and you're still avoiding looking at me by playing with the papers on your desk."

She looked at him. "I am not playing with the papers on my desk. I am cleaning up."

"Sharon, your desk, besides Provenza's, is the cleanest I've ever seen in an LAPD building. You're pushing them around so you don't have to look at me. I thought we were friends."

He pulled out the pout again, this time it was full blown. Damn the man. Sharon could feel her hands flutter to the desk, fiddling with the edge of a folder. Annoyed with her traitorous limbs she shoved them into her lap, so she could twist them without being seen.

She couldn't yell "THAT'S THE PROBLEM!" She couldn't tell him that it was easy to flirt with him and allow him to follow her around, his shoulder almost pressed to hers, their hands accidently grazing when their gait matched up. She couldn't tell him that now every time she saw him secretly smile she was worried he was thinking about Sherri. She couldn't tell him that she wanted to go back to him staring at her legs, so that she could catch him and share a heated glance. She couldn't tell him that she didn't want to be twisting in the wind. Her own feelings and emotions still nebulous and unformed because she just shoved them down to deal with later. She didn't have to not tell him anything because in a fabulous moment of being saved by the bell Tao and Buzz walked into the murder room.

She looked at Andy again. Let the moment hang, the unsaid heavy between them. "Mike and Buzz are here, we need to build a theory."

His face dropped. "Right."

"Right." She pushed herself away from the desk and walked out the door.

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