A/N: Way before we met Sharon Raydor for the first time, it was reported that Mary would play an antagonistic character in The Closer, named Christina Hatcher. We would never know if only the character name was changed or the actual script, so I decided to explore a universe where both Sharon Raydor and Christina Hatcher exist. This story takes place between seasons 5 and 6 of The Closer (but is placed in the Major Crimes fandom because Sharon is the main character in this story). I have researched several LAPD arrest and custody procedures during the writing of this story but took quite a lot of artistic liberty, so be mindful of that. There are seven chapters that I will post all at once. I hope you enjoy this story.

Chapter 1: The Arrest

The incessant knock on her condo door made Sharon wake up abruptly. She threw a glance at the bedside clock and sighed when she saw that it was 2 a.m. Jack usually used the key to get in, and she wasn't sure who was knocking on her door with such anger. Unless her husband was drunk and couldn't find his keys, then it would make sense. But Jack had been in AA for over a decade, and Sharon couldn't imagine he'd start drinking now. Plus, as far as she knew, he was out of town.

Sharon pushed the blanket aside and grabbed her robe as she left the room. She tightened it around her body, as she was wearing a short cotton nighty that didn't cover much and therefore was perfect for the heat of the summer. But whoever was at the door did not need to see her like that.

She looked through the peeping hole in the door, noticing a few uniformed officers standing at the door. Sharon saw Chief Johnson standing in the center between Lieutenants Provenza and Flynn and realized that whatever the Major Crimes division came here to talk to her about was serious. She unlocked the door and pulled it open.

"Captain Raydor," Chief Johnson's tone was clipped.

Before Sharon could say anything, Lieutenany Flynn lifted a piece of paper which Sharon immediately recognized as a warrant.

"A warrant? For what?" Sharon asked.

"Captain Sharon Raydor, you are under arrest for the murder of David Nelson," Chief Johnson said.

"Who?" Sharon looked at the petit blonde with disbelief.

Lieutenant Flynn came to stand behind her, and his arms grabbed her wrists and began to draw them behind her back.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sharon called out and tried to shake him off. "Let go of me."

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you."

"Are you mirandizing me? Really?" Sharon asked and tried to get out of Flynn's hold as he closed a handcuff around one of her wrists.

"Stop resisting, Captain," Flynn said as he closed a handcuff around her other wrist.

"Do you understand each of the rights I explained to you?" Chief Johnson asked.

"Can you please let me get dressed before you take me?" Sharon groaned.

Chief Johnson looked at her with frustration. "Captain Raydor, do you understand your rights?"

Sharon pursed her lips, feeling her heart rate climbing dangerously and tears stinging her eyes. Dammit, if it's not enough that she was barely dressed, now she was about to cry in front of people who would use every breath she took against her.

"Captain, do not make us do this the hard way," Chief Johnson threatened.

"I understand my rights, and I want a lawyer," Sharon said, trying very hard to keep her voice steady.

Flynn manhandled her towards the door, and Sharon groaned when her shoulder bumped against the doorframe.

Sharon spent the ride in the back of a police car, wondering how she found herself in such a surreal situation and hoping that things would clear up once her lawyer was there. The Major Crimes division seemed particularly rough with her as they dragged her through the murder room. Sharon caught a glimpse of the murder board, noticing her DMV photo hanging on it, along with pictures of the crime scene.

"Move along," one of the uniformed officers that were holding to her arms pushed her forward. The shove made Sharon lose her balance, and she landed on the floor. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was unable to block the fall, and her face connected with the floor. The taste of blood filled her mouth and her vision blurred. The two officers grabbed her by the arms and drugged her into an interview room. One of the officers pulled a chair while the other thrust Sharon into it. He unlocked the handcuffs around her wrists and handcuffed her to a metal handle under the table, leaving only one of her hands free.

"Stay here," he instructed her as if she could go anywhere.

Sharon touched her lips and noticed the blood that stained her fingers. Her shoulder hurt from bumping against the doorframe at her condo earlier, and the right side of her face was pulsating from the fall she had taken moments ago.

The door opened, and Chief Johnson came into the room, accompanied by Lieutenant Provenza.

"Good night, Captain." The chief's saccharine tone made Sharon sick. "Or should I just call you Sharon?"

"I am not talking with you without my lawyer present, and I would also like to submit a Use of Force complaint and receive medical attention," Sharon replied.

"You don't make the rules in here," Chief Johnson said.

"Legally, you're obligated to allow me to see a doctor and to involve FID," Sharon replied. "And I am not saying another word without my lawyer."

"Well, that is too bad, Sharon. Your lawyer is on vacation in Cabo, so he won't be representing you. I guess you'll have to settle for a public defender. Or you could just waive your rights. What do you say?" Chief Johnson asked.

"A public defender will do, for now, then," Sharon said.

"You know, it's a weekend, so it might take a while until someone is assigned to your case. We'll have to put you through booking and make you wait in a holding cell."

Damn that woman. Sharon had never met someone who could make her so furious before, and she was used to dealing with the worst of them.

"You can't put me in a holding cell with other criminals. I'm a cop, for God's sake," Sharon called out. She had seen Major Crimes operating in the past, but she has never observed them trampling over the rules with such blatant disregard. "The way your division is handling me is infringing on my civil rights."

"Civil rights, uh?" Lieutenant Provenza said. "What about the civil rights of David Nelson? Did you care about them when you murdered him?"

The lieutenant slapped a photo of a dead man on the table. Sharon could see that the man was lying on his back in a pool of blood with his head split open.

"You've asked for a lawyer, so you don't need to answer any questions for now. But let me show you some of the evidence we gathered," Chief Johnson said.

Sharon watched the chief pulling a laptop out of her ridiculously huge bag and placing it on the table. She opened it and turned the screen towards Sharon.

"Security camera outside of David's hotel room show you coming in and leaving fifteen minutes later," The Chief said.

Sharon leaned closer to the screen. The woman on the screen had her face, her hair, and her physique.

"Nice outfit, by the way," Lieutenant Provenza commented and made Sharon think that he might be in desperate need of a sensitivity training seminar.

"You want me to talk? Get me a lawyer," Sharon said.

She watched Chief Johnson and Lieutenant Provenza as they left the room and shut the door behind them. She was in deep mud, but after seeing the video upon which she was arrested, she could understand how she got into this miserable situation.

-TBC-