Here's three added scenes to 5x20.
No. 1 is set right after the press conference. That glare at the end with Sharon just wasn't enough for me. No. 2 happens after the scene with Morales. No. 3 is after Sharon and the squad roll out to the cemetery.

I hope you'll enjoy these. And sorry if you expected scenes about the cliffhanger, but I am not tackling that until the next episode airs. Still wanna keep these in canon as much as possible, y'know! ;)

And I want to thank MajorCFan for her help on this. I struggled a bit with the first two scenes and she came to my rescue. That woman's just awesome! :D

No. 1

"Uh, Sharon?"

Andy's voice snapped her out of her incredulous glaring at the Deputy Chief and she turned around to notice her entire team glaring at their Deputy Chief as well. They seemed as unimpressed by Davis's stunt as she was. "Yes, Andy?"

"Morales." He waved his phone at her. "He's ready and waiting for us."

She hummed absentmindedly and turned her head to see the journalists dispersing and, of course, Chief Davis heading their way. Returning her focus to the team, she said, "Good. You're coming with me, Andy." While he nodded, she looked at Mike. "Would you like to join us?" It was a superfluous question, she was certain he wanted to.

Mike instantly nodded, too. "Uh, yes, Captain."

"Captain Raydor." The loud voice of Winnie Davis let Sharon know she had finally reached them.

She gave her team members a pointed look, warning them to behave. Then, suppressing an eye roll, she took a quick breath and faced her current bane of existence. "Yes, Chief," she responded politely, crossing her hands behind her back.

Glancing over the team, who all had anything but welcoming expressions on their faces, Davis said, "I take it you heard my statement?" She tilted her head to where she was standing barely a minute ago.

"Yes, I did," Sharon confirmed stoically. "Does that mean you are taking over our case, Chief?" she asked, succeeding in sounding as neutral as possible.

She felt the team shift on their feet behind her, but fortunately they all remained silent. While she was touched by and even appreciated their protectiveness of her, she appreciated them not helping escalate matters even more.

Their movement did not go unnoticed by Davis either and she gave them a nearly expectant look, as if daring them to say something. When nobody did, she looked back at Sharon and finally responded with a question of her own. "And what makes you think that, Captain?"

Sharon frowned briefly, unable to help her reaction even if she knew the Chief was merely taunting her and trying to mark her still non-existent territory. Before she could offer a response, however, she heard Provenza, behind her, speak up.

"Oh, maybe," his words were dripping with derision and sarcasm, "the fact that you just held a press conference without consulting anyone."

"Or, Ma'am," Julio chipped in, not sounding as derisive as the older Lieutenant, but certainly sarcastic, "the fact that you labeled this as terrorism without talking to the lead investigator of the case."

Before either Davis could respond or anyone else could offer their piece of mind, Sharon quickly said, "What my colleagues are trying to say is that we don't know what this is yet and that I would appreciate it if you would run your conclusions by me," she looked pointedly behind the Chief where she had been standing moments ago, "before you share them with the media, Chief." She put on a fake polite smile and added, "Unless, of course, you are taking Major Crimes off the case."

A momentary smirk crossed Sharon's features when she saw Davis swallow. Clearly, she was given permission to do a lot of things, but taking over was not one of them. "I am here to make sure this situation is handled properly," she said confidently.

Sharon raised an eyebrow in disbelief, but bit her tongue and, instead of letting her in on her idea of proper handling of situations, said, "Of course, Chief." She knew she sounded sarcastic, but she could not help it at the moment. Hoping to hurry things along while she, as well as her team, still had a grip on their tempers, she added, "Is there anything else we can do for you then?"

To her surprise, Davis smiled. "I was just about to ask you the same thing, Captain." Sharon's brow instantly furrowed in suspicion, but Davis went on, her voice full of condescension. "Any special requests this time?" She glanced over the rest of the team and shrugged. "I'm afraid that in Chief Howard's absence you will have to run those by me." Her gaze settled on Sharon again, who narrowed her eyes at the repetition of her earlier phrasing. "Might consider this a practice run, don't you think?"

While feeling more irritated than she liked to admit, a small smile suddenly found its way onto Sharon's lips. "Well," she purposefully spoke more to herself than Davis, "I'm not sure how special a request this is. But," she refocused her attention on Davis, leaving no doubt as to who she was addressing now, "just to cover all our bases... May we meet with Doctor Morales? We were just told he was ready for us and we," she indicated at Mike and Andy with a flick of her hand, "would like to confirm cause of death."

Davis visibly bristled at both her words and tone. Sharon took it as a small victory when, unlike her, Davis failed to keep her irritation out of her voice. "We are dealing with terrorism here, so time is of the essence, Captain," she said, then folded her arms across her chest.

Sharon raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes, if we are dealing with terrorism," she couldn't help the underlying note of sarcasm, for right now there was no way of telling what exactly it was that they were dealing with, "it most certainly is." She shook her head, planting a puzzled expression on her face. "But, I'm sorry, Chief, is that a yes," she tilted her head to the side, "or a no to our special request?" It took effort to suppress a smirk when Julio, behind her, chuckled quietly.

Davis frowned and unfolded her arms to dismissively wave a hand at Mike and Andy as if to hurry them along. "Let's take a look at those bodies then."

Neither one, of course, moved. Instead, Sharon heard Mike mumbled under his breath, "Victims."

Davis heard him, too, but Sharon shot Andy a pointed look before she could do more than look at Mike sharply.

Taking her hint, he said, "Well," he turned toward the elevators to, if Sharon had to guess, hide an eye roll, "follow us, Chief."

With that he started walking down the hall, Mike in tow. While Sharon did not appreciate Davis inviting herself along like that, Davis at least followed without further comment.

Sharon stayed behind to give Provenza, who was all but scowling at their superior officer's retreating back, a pointed look that said, "Get back to work."

He rolled his eyes, but did as ordered and ushered the rest of her nearly equally irritated-looking team back into the murder room.

Sharon then took a patience-summoning breath and quickly walked down the hall to catch up with Mike, Andy and Davis.

No. 2

Sharon sighed in relief when Chief Davis excused herself before she, Andy and Mike could even untie their blue gowns, let alone take them off. She was looking forward to continue working their case without Davis's mere presence putting her team on edge.

Before she could do so, however, both her and Andy were startled when, in the middle of their process of disrobing the pesky gowns, Mike suddenly groaned, and in obvious frustration, all but ripped his off, rolled it into a messy ball and flung it into the medical waste can. They exchanged surprised and worried looks, then warily turned to Mike as they threw away their own gowns, in hopes he would explain his behavior without further prompting.

"Sorry, Captain," Mike finally said, taking a breath, his eyes fixed on where they last saw the Chief. "But," he met Sharon's questioning gaze, "it was either this," he pointed a hand at the red trashcan in front of them, "or biting our Chief's head off."

Andy chuckled and reached for his jacket to put it back on. "She does seem to bring out that urge in people."

Sharon chuckled as well, despite knowing it was probably inappropriate to do so. "I understand, Mike," she finally replied. "It's not just your patience she is testing," she admitted.

"All the more reason to make someone else Assistant Chief," Andy muttered pointedly, but made no further comment at the bland look Sharon shot him.

Mike smirked at their exchange, it wasn't the first of the kind he witnessed, and said, slightly questioningly, "All the more reason to find whoever's behind this."

Andy rolled his eyes at Mike's rational conclusion, but Sharon immediately agreed. "Exactly."

"In that case, Captain, I'd like to interview the daughter if you don't mind?" Mike asked, looking eager to get things moving again.

Sharon nodded. "Sure, you can take Lieutenant Provenza's place with Julio when they bring her in."

"I will, thanks," Mike said.

The almost relieved manner in which he said that prompted Sharon to, on a more concerned note, ask, "Are you alright?" She would have liked to tell him that none of this was his fault, but knew that would be the last thing he'd want to hear right now.

Mike shrugged. "I will be once we solve this thing." There was a questioning note to his answer.

Sharon only smiled in understanding, while Andy nodded and optimistically said, "Well, let's see then if this Sofia girl can help us out with that." He started to lead the way toward the exit, but suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Unless you'd like to go another round," he tilted his head toward the trashcan, "with the gowns?"

Sharon suppressed an amused eye roll, but smiled at Mike's response.

He offered Andy half a smile, then, walking past him, tapped the back of his shoulder and said, "I appreciate the offer, Andy, but I'm good for now."

No. 3

The heavy sigh behind him made Rusty turn around.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Huh?" Andy's head snapped up to look at him. "Yeah," he shook his head and took a breath, straightening in the process, "I'm headed for RACR." He gestured a hand toward the room in question. "You and Hobbs," he looked across the room to where the DDA was making a phone call, "can join me." He started walking toward the room before Rusty could even nod in acknowledgment.

"Um, Andy?" Rusty called after him somewhat hesitantly.

Andy stopped and looked at him. "Don't worry, Rusty, she will be careful," he assured him, nodding his head as if to add, "You know that."

"Uh, no," Rusty shook his head. "I mean, yeah," he waved a hand through the air, "I know she will. I just," again he hesitated.

When the pause dragged out longer than Andy cared for, he frowned but took a step back toward Rusty, slightly concerned now. "You just what?" he asked, probably more patiently than he felt.

"I thought you looked worried," Rusty finally said, a shrug underlying his words.

Andy chuckled bitterly. "So do you," he replied, giving him a pointed look over a raised eyebrow. When Rusty rolled his eyes at the obvious evasiveness in his answer, Andy took another, deeper breath and said, "Yeah, I'm worried, I always am." He almost angrily added, "Doesn't help that I'm stuck here," he pointed a finger at the floor, "while they're out there," he waved a hand toward the windows and rolled his eyes, "chasing bombs no less."

"You don't show it much," Rusty said and the brief wide-eyed look that crossed his features made it seem like he had not intended to come across quite as accusingly as he did.

Fortunately, Andy just shrugged it off. "Well," the word left him on a high note, "if I wanna do my job, worry is the last thing I should waste time on showing." When Rusty just looked at him, a slight frown furrowing his brow, Andy shrugged and half-turned around in the direction of RACR before, on a more knowing note, adding, "There's a reason why your mom never freaks out." When Rusty scoffed a laugh, Andy smirked and started walking away again. "Keeps us focused, Rusty," he threw over his shoulder.

Rusty nodded and watched Andy's retreating back with narrowed eyes for a moment. He didn't lament over Andy's familiar word choice, but instead took a breath and decided to wait on Andrea. Walking over to her, he sarcastically muttered under his breath, "Funny. Not freaking out keeps me from focusing."

Having heard him talk, Andrea turned around to face Rusty approaching her as she put away her phone and asked, "What was that?"

Rusty's step faltered and he gave her a momentarily startled look. "Oh, nothing," he said matter-of-factly then hooked a thumb in Andy's direction. "Andy said we can join him in RACR."

"Alright, lead the way," Andrea said, gesturing for Rusty to do exactly that.

So... what do you think?