To celebrate having finished my first exam this year: a new chapter. Hope you enjoy it!
(Please let me know it if you do or if you don't.)
Chapter 3
"Thank you Lieutenant Flynn, but what brings you to my side of the bar?" She seemed to be suspicious of his praise, but he honestly thought she looked good in her bright red dress, with her long hair cascading down her back.
Tearing himself away from staring at her legs, he grumbled: "If I had to listen one minute longer to that idiot bartender, the urge to knock some sense into him would have overwhelmed me and I'd have another complaint to add to my file. Can you believe it, his wife went to the dentist four times a week and he didn't have a clue something might be up."
Her only answer a snort, which turned into a giggle and soon she was shaking with laughter. He thought she had a nice laugh was, and listening to it made him want to smile too. He went on: "Besides you looked lonely, so I thought that perhaps we could be lonely together."
She smiled and said "Don't tell me that line actually works on women?"
"Well, the badge helps", he admitted.
They lapsed into silence, but strangely it didn't feel awkward; he enjoyed being able to watch her and while she looked stunning, he noticed she seemed tired.
So he decided to do something about that: "You know, I was thinking about staging a break out, but I seem to be lacking an accomplice."
This clearly drew her interest, so he continued: "Suppose you were to fall ill, and then I would be the perfect gentleman of course and offer to drive you home."
"Why am I the one who has to fall ill?"
He should have remembered there was no such thing as an easy victory when Sharon Raydor was involved.
"Because nobody would believe you are kind enough to drive an ill Major Crimes lieutenant home."
"But they would believe that someone who calls me the wicked witch offer to drive me home out of compassion?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Well yes, because next time somebody filed a complaint against me, you could return the favour and I don't know, let it slide perhaps?"
"Ok, so which illness is supposed to befall me?"
He just stared unbelievingly at her and she defended herself by saying "We need to set our stories straight, in case anyone asks"
"What do you think about a headache, I know I am starting to have one myself." He didn't wait for her reply, but went off in search for the chief to inform her of their departure. Having done his duty, he came back to the bar, only to find Sharon had disappeared.
So, who wants to know how the remainder of their evening went?