AN: Yes, it's been a long time. Not even going to make excuses as you who have been with me from the start, know that my life is rocky and sometimes I just disappear for a while. Can't help it. Haven't abandoned this story though. On the contrary. I am at a rough patch again and it seems that I love to escape in writing on this one then. Currently working on part 8 and 9 at the same time.

To be honest, I could not write Sharon and Andy for a long time. I guess you all can guess the reason. I can't believe it has almost been a year. I still miss them and I still can't watch the older episodes, without that little twist in my stomach of knowing where the story is heading. It is getting better, but I am still not there. Is that weird? At least I have refound my love of working on the story I have created.

I am so grateful for you who still leave me messages asking for more, they really lift my spirits. I tried to upload sooner but my doc manager was empty and I didn't have the energy and mindset to fill it up again, until today. So... here goes, chapter eleven. I have no idea if people are still reading, but I promise I keep uploading, even if there is only one reading.

disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just playing with them.

Warning, rated M to be on the safe side.

Chapter eleven

Diane rubbed the space between her eyes, walking over to her husband's study. He'd retreated himself in there after his fall out with Sharon. She stood in the doorway, silent, just gazing at him.

His wife was silent, but her gaze said more than words. She'd side with Sharon. Mark knew she would. Diane had always been frantic about losing her. When she was still little, to the dangers of life around them. When she grew up, to a romance, or what became a bigger problem for them, her choice in career or her need for independence. He knew Diane never quite understood all of her choices either, but she always gave in, too afraid to lose her if she didn't, as if they really would over something like that. She could be angry, but that wouldn't mean she would turn her back at them.

"I know you're angry, Diane. I've already had my share in having arguments today, if you don't mind."

"I don't understand…"

Mark pointed his finger. "It's that Flynn, he's a bad influence on her."

Diane shook her head. "No it's not and you know it. You were yelling at Sharon, not Andy."

Mark shook his head. "I wasn't yelling…"

"Yes, you were…" The calm in Diane's voice was too much. He couldn't look at her anymore. Mark's eyes glanced down. He knew he had yelled at Sharon and he regretted it. In all those years he had never really raised his voice at her, and now he had. And he couldn't take it back, that's what made him even feel worse.

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They heard from one of the nurses that Dr. Haskell was in surgery. So they had no other choice than wait on the hallway for him to come out. Sharon bit her lip, she still looked irritated to him, leaving him wondering whether this was the best idea.

Andy continued staring at her. Sharon wasn't sure what she saw in his eyes. He tried to look relaxed, leaning with his back against the wall, hands in his pockets. But in his eyes she saw the opposite. Worries, doubts. He wasn't sure this was the right thing to do. The only reason for him not saying anything, because he loved her. Which was ridiculous. He should still be able to put her in her place, he was her superior officer.

"We can still go home…" Sharon rubbed her toe over the carpet. Not making eye contact, while making her suggestion. "I know you believe this isn't a good idea. You're supposed to pull rank on me. You're my superior officer."

"Sharon.. I don't, I'm not… I mean technically I am, but.. You wouldn't.."

"Oh yes I would, if I would believe it was necessary."

Andy stared at her for a moment, realizing she was quite serious. She would make it to being his superior one day. She was good at her job and she most definitely had the drive and ambition to make it to Commander one day.

"I'm calm now.. And we do need to talk to Dr. Haskell, before daddy talks to him and he'll lawyer up."

Andy smiled, how could he have believed she was driven by her frustration? She had just thought ahead, maybe driven by her anger in quick thinking, but nothing more than that. He wanted to reach out to her, hold her in his arms, kiss her, let her know he did know she was doing a great job. But he couldn't. Not out in the open, while they were on duty. At least the anger had worn off. Maybe just maybe they could have that special night after all.

His thoughts were interrupted by the doors leading to the operation room, swinging open. The man coming out, had his surgical clothes covered by blood. His hand removing his surgical cap in a frustrated fashion. He could tell by Sharon's reaction that this was Phillip Haskell. She must know him of course, maybe from one of her parents parties. He wondered if the guy knew her too.

"Dr. Haskell?"

Sharon was the first to approach him. That smile on her face, that was meant to put people at ease. The man was already worked up, with him being like this they would get nowhere. He hoped the guy would feel at ease enough for him to open up. Part of him hoped that they could take some of the suspicion away, after talking to the man. Maybe than things would become more easy between her and her father as well.

For a few seconds he even looked more irritated, that was before recognition set in.

"Sharon… Are you looking for your father?"

"No, I was waiting here for you. I'm here on official business. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions."

That was right, Mark's daughter had joined the LAPD, such an odd choice of career. Mark had complained more than once about his daughters odd choices in life, all in the name of being independent, or the need to be. He was so happy he didn't have any children, they only meant headaches.

"About the girl who was found murdered?"

"Yes."

"I don't see how I could help you with that."

Phillip was about to walk further, but Sharon wasn't planning on letting him off the hook that easy. She hadn't even begun questioning him yet. "I'd like to talk to you about her mother."

He looked neutral at her, was hard to read. The man would be great at playing poker. She stared into his yes, but she hit some kind of brick wall and that was something she didn't like at all.

"Her mother.."

There was a faint hint of a question in his voice, one she didn't believe at all. Every single person of that hospital staff should know which family was traumatized by this loss.

" Ireen Jensen… You know her.."

Some kind of flicker was in his eyes. It was too brief for her to be able to tell whether it was worry or something else.

"She's a surgical nurse. I'm sure she worked with you…" Sharon smiled, not giving him any hint of her knowing more. She wanted to see whether there was a change in his eyes. Something that would allow her to look into his mind.

"I work with a whole lot of nurses."

It sounded condescending and she really didn't like that. She couldn't believe her father was friends with the man. With that type of man.

"I noticed on the schedule she was scheduled in a lot, during you surgeries."

Narrowing his yes he suddenly looked cautious. His body language revealing things he wouldn't like for her to know.

"I'm not responsible for the scheduling…"

"You're not?"

He didn't like how calm her voice was. The innocent look in her eyes. It began to irritate him. what was she doing here?

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Diane could tell the regret on his face was genuine. She walked over to her husband, her hand on his shoulders as she wanted him to look up at her.

"Mark…"

"I know. I shouldn't have yelled at her. It's just that I don't understand why she's doing this."

"She's just doing her job."

"Come on, you know, Phil, Diane."

"She didn't say she suspects Phil. She was angry because you kept things form her. Now what was it you didn't tell her?"

Mark breathed in deep, looking the other way.

"Mark come on… what?"

He avoided her eyes. She didn't like that at all. "I can ask Sharon."

Mark avoided her eyes. "Phil and Ireen had an affair."

Diane raised her eyebrows. "You knew that and you didn't believe it was important?"

"I knew what it would look like."

"Was that the reason for his divorce? It was, wasn't it?" Diane had her hands on her hips.

He agreed in silence. Diane shook her head. "Does Sharon know that?"

"I don't know…"

Diane watched her husband shrug, she didn't get his indifference. "You didn't tell her?"

"She didn't ask me."

Diane sighed. How could Mark act like this. Didn't he get how serious this was?

"It doesn't have anything to do with this."

Diane sounded appalled. "He left his wife for the mother of this little girl."

"These things happen."

"Oh do they?" Diane raise both of her eyebrows. Great now both his wife and his daughter were angry with him.

"He fell in love and he did the right thing. He divorced Jane."

"He did what was right for him." Shaking her head she walked out. The thought that her own husband sided with Phil, talked his actions right, she couldn't grasp at that.

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Andy was a silent bystander in the game Sharon was playing. She was so good at this, driving him slowly insane with her being this calm. The look in her eyes as innocent as that of a child, claiming she had his best interest at heart. Right until she would have the man trapped into a little corner. The fire would get into her eyes then.

He loved seeing her in action like this. Exactly remembering the first interrogation they did together. Then the calm in her had surprised him. Seeing the effect on her target then, he had laid back, let her take over. It was then that he actually realized how good she was.

"No, I'm a surgeon. We've got more important things to do then occupy ourselves with schedules."

"It was a coincidence then?"

"What are you implying?"

Andy took one step forward, squaring his shoulders, as Haskell narrowed the space between himself and Sharon. He didn't like his threatening stance. Now he knew Sharon could take care of herself, but he liked the guy to know he should get off her back. Short fuses in men, was the one thing he did not like. Especially not in front of the woman he loved.

Sharon pursed her lips. She felt Andy stepping closer to her.

"Nothing.." And she wasn't she was just gauging his reaction, really. She already knew he had an affair with Ireen. She had already told them about the affair. What she wondered about was how he handled Ireen breaking up with him. Or maybe he would even deny the affair all together and that wouldn't make him less suspicious.

"Ireen Jensen scrubbed in on my surgeries. I don't see why this is really that important."

"Her daughter was killed." Andy's voice was matter of fact.

Phillip looked into the direction of the man who hadn't said much at all.

"And you are?"

"Detective Flynn. "

"Well Detective Flynn, I suggest you go find that murderer then."

"That's why we're here. "

The man's face hardened. Irritated. No concern yet, though, at least nothing she could detect. It was the right time to quit with the innocent act.

"We talked to Ireen. She told us about your affair. Guess you knew her a bit better after all."

Sharon smiled sweet, but her eyes blazed fire. There was a hint of discomfort in his eyes. If he didn't have anything to hide, then why had he been so vague? Trying to pretend he didn't really know Ireen, while in fact he had shared a bed with her.

"I don't think I like your tone of voice."

Sharon's smile was tight now. She didn't care about what he did and didn't like. All she cared about was that little innocent girl.

"Does your father know you're here?"

"No.. but then again he isn't my boss, so let's continue with a couple of questions, shall we?"

"No I'm done contributing to this conversation."

"This isn't just going to go away. Dr. Haskell...It's not. And if you've got nothing to hide…"

Sharon dragged out the word, implying all sorts of things, just with the melodic tone she put in it. Irritating him even more, but that was the plan. All she had wanted was to see whether he had something to hide. Whether he had an explosive character. In fact he was answering lots of her questions, with just his behavior.

"This conversation is over. I've got more to do today. I just lost a patient, the family is waiting for news. Or do you want to escort me to the station?"

"No."

She smiled polite. They couldn't drag him in, he'd scream for a lawyer the moment they did. For now she knew enough anyway. They'd better figure out how they would be able to connect him to this case.

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All worked up he drove to Mark's house. That daughter of his was a loose cannon. She'd have to be called back by someone. The damage she could do to his career, the hospital, with her digging and prodding. How she had remained calm, the tone of her voice, even that look in her eyes, it was so frustrating. Even at one point he'd lost his calm, went completely out of character. He couldn't believe he lost it the way he did. That she managed to get him to that point. She was smart, a quick thinker, ruthless. She already knew where she was heading and that gave him an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

The help opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. He'd been at the Elliot residence many times before, she knew he'd come for Mark. She led him to his study. Not quite where he had expected him on a Sunday afternoon. He was known for making time to spend with his wife. Diane didn't seem to be around. A glass of scotch on his desk, was. A bit early, but he could use one himself.

"Phil."

"Could you do me a favor and call back your daughter?"

Mark rubbed the space between his eyes. He would have liked to warn Phil first. He could have known she would go straight to him, when she had left the house. Sharone had been so frustrated.

"You talked to Sharon."

"I wouldn't exactly call it a talk, Mark. It was outrageous. You now she came to the hospital.."

"What did she do?"

"She questioned me like I was some common criminal."

"She'll find out that she's on the wrong track."

"You're damn right she's on the wrong track! And what should I just wait for her to find that out? Do you have any idea what this could o to my reputation? God knows what she will destroy in the process, before she realizes she was on the wrong track about his and then what? She'll apologize? This is insane…"

"I'm on your side, believe me."

"This could also be bad for the reputation of the hospital. Have you already thought about that? I believe the board should back me up in this. You can make the difference here. She's your daughter, you should be able to reason with her. Just tell her to back off."

Diane leaned into the doorway. She couldn't believe what she heard. "Our daughter is not five years old anymore, you know. Besides she's only doing her job."

Phillip turned around to find Diane standing in the doorway. Arms crossed in front of her chest. She had sided with Jane during this divorce from hell, which, even worse, could have been avoided.

"Destroying my reputation in the process. You have no idea what harm she can do with those crazy accusations towards me. It's not only harmful to me, but to the hospital as well."

Diane didn't believe that. "If there's nothing to find, she'll move on soon enough."

"She can do some irreparable damage."

"Well maybe you need to convince her then. With some good arguments." Diane sighed. Why were they making such a big fuzz out of this. If there was nothing to hide, this would be over soon enough.

"She didn't strike to me as the kind who's very willing to listen. Now I can't help it that she's on a dead end in her case. I shouldn't be the victim in this."

Diane frowned. "The victim? The victim was a little innocent girl, whose life was cut short. Her parents who will have to live with that pain of loss forever. Surely you can live with my daughter asking you a couple of uncomfortable questions. "

Diane turned and walked the other way. She was done with this man. The things he put Jane through. If you burn yourself, you'll have to be willing to deal with the blisters as well. If Sharon interrogated him, she must have had a damn good reason to do so. She wouldn't waste her time on Phillip Haskell if she wouldn't believe it could bring her further in her case.

Phillip turned back to Mark, raising his eyebrow.

"Now I get where your daughter's stubbornness comes from. You really need to talk to her."

"I'm afraid I already did. It's not helping. Diane is right, Sharon isn't a little girl anymore. I can't tell her what and what not to do. She won't listen to me. I know my daughter. I know how tenacious she can be. My suggestion is you'll get yourself a good lawyer. "

Phillip couldn't believe this was happening.

"I suggest Kaplan and Meyer's, it's an excellent firm."

Mark searched in his desk and handed Phillip the card. If there wasn't any evidence, they would have the pressure of him in no time at all.