3 more add-ons for episode 10. The first one with Julio, the second one with Andy (& the team) and the third one with Buzz.
The first one
They hadn't spoken at all on their way back from the courthouse, possibly because Chief Taylor was with them, but when they entered the murder room, the Chief no longer in tow, Julio followed her to her office. "Captain, do you have a moment?" he asked, standing on the threshold of her office, letting her enter and get settled.
"Of course, come in," she told him as she was taking her seat behind her desk.
He entered her office and closed the door behind him. He didn't sit down, but remained standing in front of her desk.
When he didn't speak up right away she gave him an expectant look. "Thank you, Ma'am," he said simply.
She had no need to ask what for. He was grateful for not having to use Mark for the warrant. At least not officially. She wasn't aiming for false modesty when she said, "It's a good thing the principal remembered him." The smile that followed meant "You're welcome."
Julio nodded solemnly and it was the brief look of worry that crossed the detective's face that had her ask, "Would you have given in?" She supposed she knew the answer already. If it had been Rusty and she had been in Julio's shoes, she'd have most likely done the same. "If the school had no record of him?" she added.
He stiffened, his stance, if at all possible, growing more rigid, but responded without hesitation. "No, Ma'am."
She smiled, to herself, more than at him. "Me neither," she shrugged her shoulders as if to ask "Who'd have guessed?"
His lips formed a tight smile. "I know, Ma'am."
He let his eyes drift behind her, she wondered what was on his mind and whether that was why he asked for a moment with her. "It's a good thing we could settle the matter this way then." Relief was etched in the words. She was really glad it had all worked out after all.
He looked at her again and nodded. "Yeah," the same relief filled his voice, too.
He was most definitely in a contemplative mood and she did not expect his next words. "That Dwight guy," he paused, giving her a second, as if he was well aware the topic came out of the blue, "he gives me the creeps, Ma'am."
Even though the topic was anything but funny, she let out a soft laugh. "Me, too, Julio," she swayed in her chair, turning it slightly sideways, "me, too."
His eyebrows shot up for the briefest of moments and he quickly schooled his features into his usual serious expression, but it did not go unnoticed by her. "Yes, Detective," she said pointedly, "I do get the creeps." She managed to control her lips from forming a smile but she was sure her eyes revealed her amusement. The brief dance of one of her eyebrows, too.
He chuckled and nodded, not the least bit worried that she caught him in his surprise. When he didn't say anything more but went back to contemplating, or was it brooding, a far away look settling on his face again, she asked in her professional voice, "Is there anything else, Detective?" She had no intention of kicking him out of her office, but they did have work to do and it would do them both good if they would move this along. She had a feeling it wasn't Dwight he was contemplating so much.
He got her hint. "I have to tell Mark his mother is dead," he said in a thick voice, the look he was giving her not wavering, however.
She should have known that was what was bothering him. "Yes, you do," she confirmed sadly. She had given it some thought, too. It wasn't easy news to give. She couldn't even imagine having to give those news to Rusty, God forbid, and he was much older than Mark. "There are grief counselors that can help you," she started carefully, "but if you'd like, I can ask Doctor Joe," she corrected herself, "Doctor Bowman to lend a hand."
His gaze remained steady, fixed on her and his head bobbed up and down as he weighed her offer. "I'd appreciate that, Ma'am," he finally said.
"I'll make the call then."
She had said it softly but with a note of finality Julio instantly picked up on. She heard him let out a breath, as if he had been holding it in the whole time, and then he made his way to the door. She had already dropped her gaze on the pile of papers in front of her when she heard him again, "Captain?"
He waited for her to look up at him. "Thank you." For what, he did not have to clarify this time either.
She let out a gentle "You're welcome, Julio." and with that the detective made his way back to his desk.
The second one
"Oh, my God."
She took a moment to compose herself. She took a deep breath, blinked the tears away and then got up to leave her control post. By the time she set eyes on the members of her team the firefighters were already working on putting the fire out, black smoke billowing from the truck. She did a head count even though she had seen on the monitors that they were all alright. When her eyes landed on Andy, who had his back turned to her, she quickened her pace.
"Andy," she said almost inaudibly when she reached him, ignoring the rest of her team, but he heard her and turned around. She wrapped her arms around him and, despite his surprise, it took him less than a second to wrap his own around her.
"I'm okay," he whispered into her ear, taking a breath to take comfort in her scent. She tightened her grip on her for another moment and pulled away.
"You're okay," she repeated as if saying it again made it more true.
She was well aware of her unusual display of emotion or loss of control, or whatever other name you could put to it, but she had practically let out a sob in front of complete strangers back at her control post, she would allow herself this moment of 'weakness'. It was only her team that was huddled together now, even if Chief Taylor was standing right there next to them.
"Well, she never hugs me." Provenza interrupted the moment, faux jealousy in his voice. The way he clutched his hat gave away that the explosion shook him up as well.
She turned around to face the rest of the team, still indulging in Andy's warm presence behind her, when Julio turned to look at the older Lieutenant. "She once even hugged me, sir," he said self-importantly.
Provenza just scoffed at him. Sharon opened her arms, "I will gladly give you a hug, Lieutenant," she told him through a smile, mischief glimmering in her eyes now. She appreciated the Lieutenant's attempt to diffuse what must have been an awkward tension.
"Oh, no," Provenza dramatically took a step backwards, shaking his hands as if to shake her off of him. He pointed a finger at Andy, "You stick with Flynn over there." He paused a beat and as if he had to remind himself who he was talking to, added, "Captain."
Andy, who had moved to stand in between Provenza and Sharon now, rolled his eyes and then pinned his partner with an exasperated look that quickly took on a glimmer of mischief very similar to Sharon's. "You don't want me to hug you now, do you?" he asked seriously, but feigning genuine concern, about himself, not Provenza.
"Ye Gods!" Provenza threw his hands in the air and turned around to walk to the firetruck to find out how long before they could carry on with their jobs.
The rest of the team, including Taylor, barked a laugh at the duo.
"What?" Andy turned around, hands going up as if saying "I didn't do anything."
"Alright," Sharon spoke up, gently stroking Andy's arm to get his attention, and addressed the rest of her team. "You gave me quite a scare, but I am glad you're okay." Her voice was softer than usually but the authoritative note returned to it.
"It was a close one," Mike said, scratching the top of his bald head, eyes flickering to the wrecked truck behind them. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, looking all solemn for a moment.
"I have to head back," she informed them, looking at Chief Taylor now. He nodded, quietly agreeing with her decision. "See you in the murder room when you finish up here." She gave all of them one final but quick once over. When her eyes landed on Andy they exchanged a nod of both reassurance and encouragement and with that, she took her leave.
The third one
She had sent Mike to put her plan regarding Colson into motion and when she and Rusty left the electronics room, shortly after Mike's hasty exit, she saw Buzz leaning against a wall clutching his red folder to his chest. Rusty looked ready to jump at the man with congratulations, but she put an arm on his shoulder and shook her head in warning. Rusty, albeit confused, took the hint and walked toward the break room.
She walked towards Buzz and when he noticed her, in a voice swelling with pride, she said, "That was excellent work," she continued in a slightly humorous tone, "reserve officer Watson."
He smiled briefly and nodded, moving away from the wall, folder still clutched between his hands and chest. "Thank you, Captain."
"Do you need a moment?" she asked him, patting her hand on his arm briefly as if to tell him he should take a moment. It was obvious that he did but she was sure he would have powered through and went on with work unless she offered him a moment of respite herself.
He smiled again, faintly, and looked around before settling his eyes on her again. "I think I do."
"Okay, see you in a bit then." She took a step away from him and made to turn to go after Rusty when Buzz addressed her again. "There is a reason why police officers usually don't investigate their family members." He had looked away from her, but when he ended his sentence he lifted his gaze to meet hers as she turned back to him, and swallowed.
"Yes, there is." She spoke gently. There wasn't much she could add. "There are a few of them, actually." She shrugged giving him a knowing look. There was no need to list them, he knew them all and, for now, dealing with just the one was overwhelming enough.
"I should go," he waved the folder in the direction of the murder room, finally loosening his grip on it, "pull myself together," he smiled, this time more convincingly, "before Rusty finds me. I'm sure he's full of," he paused and gave her a conspiratorial look, "ideas." Impressions, opinions, suggestions were all words that came to mind as well.
She turned away again and started her stride towards the break room. "Oh, I know he is," she said, her voice taking on a lower tone that was most likely a substitution for the eye roll she held back.
My knowledge of the layout in and around the murder room is very limited, so let's just pretend that this last bit could happen even if Buzz's wall and the electronics room were actually a few corners away. I do my best to fit these into canon, the space the characters occupy included! So, if any of you also insist on this kind of accuracy, I apologize if I messed up this time. Feel free to educate me though! :D
Also, I think that's it for my 5x10 missing scenes. Finally!
Thanks for reading! You guys are awesome! :)