Okay, so first I want to apologize to how confusing this story has been with the mistakes I'm making in third person/ first person.

I wanted to try writing a story in third, but as I'm learning- old habits die hard. So from this chapter on, it will be first person and much less confusing for everyone (including myself).

Sorry for all the trouble!

Major Crimes isn't mine…

Sharon's POV

I stepped into the murder room, my warm coffee in hand. The white board had been attacked. Not physically (well, kind of physically), but there were a dozen pictures along with red arrows and descriptions.

I nodded at Lieutenant Flynn as he noticed my appearance in the bustling room. Flynn cleared his throat and everyone sat at their desks and started to brief me, starting with Flynn. "This is the sixth victim whose C.O.D matches an overdose of silver nitrate. Sixth victim with a men's size eleven shoe leading towards the body then disappearing." I watched as Flynn moved his hand down the horizontal row of women- before their skin was blue. They all had three common similarities, all six victims were: tall, skinny, and redheads.

I looked over the board, "How long has this been going on for? Where's our timeline?" There was scurrying around the messy office as the lieutenants and detectives tried to find any connection with times, dates, numbers, anything that could help with the investigation. I watched in mute horror as Tao placed the ages of the six victims next to their faces.

16, 24, 30, 46, 54, 60. The ages had no relevance besides the fact it was all even ages.

I did a quick calculation of my age, 61. I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding in. There's one less problem to deal with, I thought.

Next, Provenza stepped up to the board and I watched as he put military and standard times next to the victim's ages.

4:00 (16:00), 12:12 (12:12), 3:15 (15:15), 11:23 (23:23), 11:31 (23:31), 12:36 (24:36).

"Um, Captain?" Tao asked as he straightened his glasses and double checked his math (which I know he did properly, because I have the same idea forming in my mind). "We might have a military-time killer here. See this?" Tao circled in blue the military times, "These all equal the ages of our victims."

"Basically we're dealing with a smart, disappearing, man who has access to silver nitrate?" Detective Sanchez stated.

"It looks so, detective," I said as I took a sip of my coffee and leaned up against one of the nearby desks.

"Captain," said Flynn. "How old are you?"

I glared at him. My eyes piercing holes in his skin.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you how to treat woman Andy?" Provenza asked.

"There is such things as patterns, Louie. If the Captain is an even age, she needs protective detail," I looked at Lieutenant Flynn, surprised at his choice to defend 'The Wicked Witch'. "No, Lieutenant. I'm not an even age, and I will not give you my age." He looked relieved. I smirked and walked past the Lieutenant to the break room- with a little extra sway of my hips in my step. I heard Andy mumble a quick excuse as he followed me down the hall.

"Sharon, this case-" Flynn started as I started my cup of coffee.

"This case is a big one. We have a serial killer, Lieutenant," I emphasized Flynn's position in an attempt to remind him of where we were.

"Have dinner with me."

"What?" I asked as I met his gaze for a moment. Andy ran a shaky hand through his whitening hair. "The other night- when I stopped by your house- I wanted to ask you to have dinner with me. When I saw you were already in your, um, night clothes, I, um," I let out a little laugh.

"Is my stuttering appealing to you, Captain?" Flynn asked me. I took my coffee and a step towards him. I held my coffee cup with both hands in front of my chest. If Andy were to so much as move the three inches forward, my hands would be up against his chest. I avoided his gaze as I said, "You are very appealing to me," I smiled a little bit as I watched my coffee ripple due to his breath.

Andy's POV

My hand snaked up to place a finger under her chin. I gently raised her head.

Provenza grumbling voice was faintly heard as he walked down the hall and into the break room. Provenza was too busy looking over his shoulder to bother looking in front of himself. I felt an unexpected hand on my back, and on impulse, I flinched and moved closer towards Sharon.

Sharon (who was not expecting this sudden movement) spilled her coffee all down the front of her suit- and down mine. She moaned as the hot liquid seeped through her suit and hitting her skin. "Wow!" Provenza exclaimed as he took a step back to see the very compromising situation that Sharon and I were in.

"Don't you say a damn thing, Louie," I hissed as Provenza fumbled through his pockets- probably looking for his phone. "You pushed me into her and she spilt her coffee," I tried to explain. "Right," says Provenza, unconvinced of the story. "That's why you have your hand under her chin, and hand around her waist. You were definitely acting very professional, Andrew."

Sharon was the one who broke our contact. Grabbing my wrist from under her chin and removed my hand I had subconsciously put around her waist to keep myself from landing on top of Sharon. "Lieutenants, we have a serial killer on the loose, let's focus," Sharon said as she walked out of the break room.

I glared at Provenza, "Oh, Lieutenant Flynn, yes, I would love too," Sharon said as she stuck her head back into the doorway. "I'll call you later with details, Captain," I said. Sharon nodded and patted the doorframe as the clicking of her heels disappeared down the hall.

The only thing keeping me from doing a victory dance, was Provenza's 'Look what we have here' smirk.

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