"She hasn't missed a day of work in twenty-something years, with the exception to maternity leave for her son." Provenza walks with Flynn through the halls of the offices, "Didn't call, didn't ask for time off. That's what personnel said."
"You went down to personnel to ask where she was?" Flynn raises an eyebrow.
"To be honest..." He pauses, looking at the man, "Shut up."
Andy Flynn smirks, walking to his desk and looking over things, "Does this mean we have off?" He asks sarcastically, to no one in particular.
"Major twelve car pileup at the edge of city limits. We're being called to the scene." Tao calls, holding up a folder.
"We aren't Traffic." Flynn replies.
"Three of the cars' drivers had bullets in their head. This time, we are traffic. Flynn and Provenza, do you want to go to the hospital and talk to victims? See if they saw or heard anything?"
"You taking control of this case?" Provenza glances to him from the corner of his eye.
"I didn't say that, but considering Sharon isn't here, that job falls upon you actually." He smiles to Provenza, offering him the folder of the case.
Provenza snatches the envelope, sneering slightly, "Falls upon you..." He mumbles to himself, "Yeah, alright. We'll go with what Tao thinks is...whatever, Just hold up your bargain. Also, Let's keep trying to get a hold of Captain Raydor."
"I'm on it." Sanchez calls out from his desk.
Andy Flynn looks amongst the people and folds his arms, "When you get her on the line, tell her to call me, would you?"
"Awww, is little Flynn worried about the Captain?" Provenza teases.
"Yeah." He answers honestly, "I am." He turns and walks toward the elevator, his partner in tow.