Chapter three my friends. Thanks for stopping by:
Her voice sent a shockwave through the room, stunning the suspect long enough for Sanchez to subdue him and snap the cuffs on his wrists. But he recovered soon enough.
"You pigs! You fucking pigs! Get the fuck off me!"
Sanchez was holding him tightly, his faced pressed against the wall. It was his voice that rose above the others.
"Sir, sir! You need to calm down now!"
With the man now physically restrained the rest of the team relaxed a little as Julio informed the man of his rights, still reeling in shock at the events that just transpired. For a day that started out relatively quiet, it became eventful very quickly.
No one suspected the turn it would take when this man entered the murder room. He was a large man, but had little presence. A thirty-something with pale skin, pasty complexion and slumped shoulders, he just wasn't someone you noticed right away. He initially spoke softly when Flynn asked if he could help him.
"I-I'm here because. I mean… someone from Major Crimes left a message on my phone? Asking me to come in."
Flynn stepped closer, he could barely hear him.
"What's your name son?"
There was a pause as the man's eyes darted around, taking in the murder board and stopping briefly on the image of the dead woman in the center of it all.
"Dwayne. Dwayne Daria."
The Captain had been standing nearby reviewing the victim's financials when the conversation began. His name caught her attention and she quickly approached the duo conversing near the door.
"Oh, hello Mr. Daria, thank you for coming in. We have a few questions we need to ask you." She motioned towards the break room. This would be a quick meeting; Daria was just someone they needed to question to cover all their bases. He had loose ties to the victim through work.
When the man stood there not moving she assumed he didn't hear her.
"Mr. Daria? Sir? This way please." She was now standing directly in front of him in an attempt to get his attention. The odd exchange had now gained the attention of those in the near vicinity. Provenza grumbled under his breath about messed up addicts.
She was considering that now, his dilated pupils and shaky hands indicating some sort of high.
She raised her voice a little, hoping to gain his attention. "Mr Daria? Dwayne, are you alright?" In an attempt to pull him out of his daze, her hand landed gently on his arm. This was apparently a mistake.
He flew into a rage as soon as her fingers made contact. She was taken by surprise as he grabbed hold of her arms and threw her off her feet and into a desk.
"Uppity bitch! Don't you touch me!" Pain flooded through her as she tried to gain her bearings, but wasn't given a chance as his fist connected with her face once, twice, then three times before he was ripped off of her.
She was thrown off balance again, and flinched as the floor rose up to meet her. But the impact never occurred. Someone grabbed her and she was swept into a warm embrace.
She instinctively knew it was Andy, and allowed herself a few moments of weakness before she began to pull herself together
Their relationship was a new thing and the physical aspect was developing very slowly, in quite an old fashioned way really, but the feeling of his arms around her brought a sense of calm and comfort. Breathing in his scent allowed her to control her breathing and her body's reaction to the trauma she just endured.
Now, the man was still struggling against Sanchez's hold.
The man's whole body was shaking as he screamed his rage.
"Fucking bitch! She deserved it! Deserved what she got. Thinks she's too good for me, well look where she's at now. All them bitches with their suits and thousand dollar fucking shoes thinking they're better than they are. All just whor-"
His face smashed against the wall cutting off his drug-induced ramble. Blood gushed out of his nose and Sanchez swung him around slamming his back into the wall. He did not have the opportunity to continue his rant as an arm was pushed against his windpipe, cutting off his airflow.
"You have the right to remain silent and you'd better take advantage of that before I take the ability to speak away from you. Permanently."
The man's head bounced off the wall again as Sanchez shook him.
"You hear me?! One more damn word about our Captain or any woman, one more move and I will blow your head off!"
"Detective Sanchez."
"You want to have a go at me?!" His head connected with the wall again. "Wanna try to take me by surprise?"
"Julio! Julio, that's enough!"
Julio felt a hand on his arm and turned. He took in the face of his Captain, one eye swollen shut, blood still dripping from the cut on her forehead. Her battered appearance fueled his anger, and for a moment he pressed the man's head tightly to the wall.
The stern expression on her face made him loosen his hold and take a step back just as the uniforms arrived in the Murder Room and took the now semi-conscious man into custody.
Thanks for reading - as always in creative writing ventures, reviews/constructive criticism is appreciated.
This will be a story focused on the relationship between Andy and Sharon, but I also find the Julio/Sharon dynamic interesting as well. Not in a romantic way, but the respect and friendship that has developed between them - hence this chapter.