Sharon walked swiftly into the offices of FID the next morning. Any one who knew her could recognize she was on a mission, and they all knew better than to get in her way. She stopped just before she got to her former office, and veered off to see one of the longterm members of the squad. Trevor Feildings sat at his desk, feet up and looking at a file. She was relieved to see him sitting there as he always had, clothing ruffled, glasses perched on the tip of his nose, muttering to himself as he read something he didn't like.

"Captain Raydor. You lost?"

Sharon smiled, "No, I came to see you."

"Me? Well I'm honoured. So what can I do for the officer who has crossed back into friendly territory?"

"Trevor..." she addressed her old colleague, "you know me better than that. There are no sides in my world, only people doing their job."

Trevor chuckled, "Yeah, that always was your gift. Never mind what people think of you, just be professional and get the job done. You're still doing that, I hear."

"I imagine the gossip is just as active as ever."

"Don't knock it, you're one of the LAPD stars. Not many of us ever get out of Internal Affairs, and when we do we never land on top of the most elite squad. Pat yourself on the back. Someone was obviously paying attention and knew how well you do your job.

Sharon smiled, "Thank you Trevor, that's really kind."

"You're welcome, and now that the small talk is over, how's about you tell me what you're really after."

"Perceptive as ever, I see," Sharon smirked. "I never could get anything passed you."

"You never needed to, I did anything you wanted. Who've you got to take my place now? Any of those guys up there smart enough to worship you yet?"

Andy's face came unbidden to her mind, but she pushed it away. "I don't need to be worshiped, Trevor. I'm here because I need Lt. Andrew Flynn's file."

"Huh, that guy causing you problems? We could investigate him again you know, just to remind him you still have friends in our division. It's been awhile since we needed to reel him in."

Sharon shook her head quickly, "No, it's nothing like that. I just need his file. I've read it often enough, but I have to go back and check some things."

Trevor gave Sharon a hard look, trying to suss out what was really going on. "I thought all managers had files on their squads. Don't you have enough on him upstairs?"

She shifted from foot to foot for a moment, then leaned over Trevor's desk, hoping anyone who was watching them mistook her stance for anger. "Please keep your voice down. I'm asking you to skirt the process a little bit. His personnel file is all I have. I need more."

"Sharon," Trevor hissed, keeping his shock between the two of them, "have they corrupted you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're asking me to break policy. You know I can't give that level of information to anyone outside of Internal Affairs. You even wrote some of those policies yourself, or have you forgotten."

Sharon stood and placed a hand on her hip, while the other massaged her forehead. This wasn't going as she had hoped. "Trevor, it's important."

Trevor came around the edge of his desk and faced Sharon, "What are you looking for specifically? What are you up to?"

Sharon's shoulders dropped, "You're right, I shouldn't be asking you this. I'm sorry. I should be going."

As she turned, Trevor touched her arm. "Sharon, we go back a long time. What do you need?"

Looking at the sincerity in his eyes, Sharon decided to lay all her cards on the table. "Trevor, I'm working on a project and I need some of the information in Lt. Flynn's file, specifically his commendations, citations, pictures and letters from the public."

"Huh," he looked at her, crossing his arms and leaning back on his heels. "So, we're talking about the positive stuff then."

"Yes."

"Well, if I recall correctly, the rational for keeping those files private was so no one would have ammunition to hurt another officer."

Sharon's eyes lit up when she realized what Trevor was suggesting. "Exactly. The rules stipulate that all oversight is to be kept between the officer in question and the Internal Affairs officer assigned their case. The supervising officer is only made aware in a case by case, need to know basis."

"And since I can assume you aren't going to use any of that information to harm the reputation or employment of said officer..." he said, leaving it open for her to continue.

"No, I only want the positive things in his file, nothing more. Anything that would be in keeping with the Public Records Act. One of the things I made a point of with each officer is recording the positive things as well as the negative, so we would have a fuller picture of each officer. I know I did that with Lt. Flynn over the years."

"You're not going to tell me any more than that it's for a project?"

"Trevor... as Lt. Flynn's Commanding Officer, I find myself in the position of needing to encourage and support him, and I feel seeing his past record and the difference he has made in the LAPD would be beneficial." Sharon hoped Trevor would take her at face value, because she knew she was stretching the truth to it's outer limits.

"Is this an official request?"

"I'd rather it not be on the books at all."

"Geez Sharon," he leaned in closer, "two years with that bunch and you're violating protocol without a care or concern. I never thought they'd get to you like this."

Sharon chuckled and quickly thought what Provenza would say at the moment, then she sobered. "Trevor, I've not been corrupted, I'm trying to work within the rules."

"Keep telling yourself that. Okay... I guess we still owe you one down here. I'll try to find some downtime and look through the records to pull something together for you. You're wanting originals, I assume." When Sharon nodded, he continued. "I'll keep this to myself, but you have to return what I give you ASAP, understand? The last thing I need is someone looking over my shoulder, or worse yet, thinking the former head of IA is manipulating our department."

"Oh Trevor, I hope you don't..."

He shook her off, "Nah... we've got too much water under the bridge to worry about that. So tell me something... is Lt. Flynn worth this effort?"

Sharon was taken aback and looked at Trevor, "You are the second person who's asked me that in the last 24 hours. Yes, he is worth it. He is a good officer, does his job without complaint or compromise, and seems to have gotten over whatever was making him difficult all those years."

"He just needs an ego boost," Trevor supplied studying her and trying to find some answers. "Alright, Sharon. You'll have what you need, and I hope this guy appreciates the efforts you're making."

True to his word, Trevor had an envelope delivered to Sharon before the end of the day. Inside the note read, 'This is most of it. I'm still looking and it's a large box. I included a few extras to show what a good guy is he, since that seems to be what you're looking for.' Sharon smiled at the note. She remembered Andy's file well, having lugged it to more than a few disciplinary hearings.

Sharon looked out the windows of her office. There was a lull as paperwork had been completed and her team was chatting away, hoping no bodies would be found before the end of day. Since they were all occupied and none of them were looking her way, she carefully emptied the contents of the envelop on her desk and sorted through each piece. Trevor had done a masterful job finding old pictures and letters of support. Even though Andy had a reputation of being one of the bad boys of the LAPD, he also had did stellar job, which was the reason most people overlooked his faults.

Smiling, she pushed pictures aside to pick up newspaper clippings and thank you notes. When she came across one of the 'extras' Trevor spoke of, she sat back in her chair and gasped. It was perfect and exactly what she had been looking for.

Picking up her phone, she called Buzz, "Would you come in here please?"

"You wanted to see me?" Buzz said, after he knocked and he was called in.

Sharon looked up, and she could see Andy watching them out of the corner of her eye. She needed to look casual. "Yes, could you sit down please."

Buzz looked uncomfortable, but did as he was asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, not at all," she reassured him, and wished for the millionth time that he felt more confident of his place in the squad. "I need your help, and it's personal."

Buzz looked at her, and frowned slightly. "Personal, Captain? Part of my job description assures that I won't be asked to do favours. I made sure of that after former members of this squad took my skills for granted."

Sharon pursed her lips, the irony was not lost on her that everyone was reminding her of the rules as she was trying to push them aside. Andy kept watching her, which made the conversation even harder.

"You are absolutely right, Buzz, and while this is personal it involves property of the LAPD. I need you to do something that I can't properly do myself."

"What is it, Captain?"

"You are the only one to see this, are we clear?"

"Very."

"Okay, I have in my possession pictures and articles of interest from Lt. Flynn's file."

"Is the Lieutenant in some kind of trouble."

Sharon shook her head quickly, "No, nothing like that, and he can see us talking so please don't turn to look at him."

"Um... okay."

"All I need is for you to take this envelope, scan everything, and put it on the USB key I've place inside. And I don't want any record of the materials in this file being saved anywhere."

"Captain," Buzz shifted in his chair uncomfortably, "I don't..."

"Buzz, please, I'm doing this for Lt. Flynn."

"Then why can't he know?"

Sharon rubbed her forehead, the whole project was starting to give her a headache. "I'm going to ask for a little leeway here, Buzz. I just need digital copies of everything as soon as possible. Please don't ask me anything more than that."

"Captain..." he started again.

"I'll pay you. You name a price and I'll pay you for your time."

"You're not trying to bribe me..."

Sharon put her hands up, "Not at all. This is me recognizing your professional abilities outside of your employed status, and offering you appropriate payment commensurate with your skills."

Buzz nodded, "Actually, I'd rather have some more time off. This is me negotiating."

Sharon couldn't help the giggle that erupted. "I'll see what I can do. You work very hard for this department and you do deserve more time away."

He looked at the thick envelope on the desk, "Is that it?" he asked.

"Yes, and I need high quality scans, which is why I'm asking you to do it."

"Will I ever know what this is for?"

"After Lt. Flynn sees it, I'll make sure he thanks you himself."

"And I'm not to let anyone know about this before hand."

"No one."

Sighing, Buzz picked up the envelope, "All right, Captain."

"Thank you Buzz. This means a great deal."

Nodding, Buzz left the office. Sharon sat back and let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She hoped Buzz wouldn't take long so that her project would be ready on time. Then she sat up at her desk again, shook her head to change her focus, and resumed the reports she had been writing.