Chapter 64:

Sharon woke up early on Sunday morning and left Flynn's house while he was still sleeping. A note was waiting for him in the kitchen explaining that she left early since her mother was leaving the next day and she didn't get to spend much time with her.

When she entered her apartment there were noises coming from the kitchen and she headed there right away. Rusty was standing next to the stove and making breakfast. He didn't seem to notice her until she walked towards him and he heard her heels knocking on the floor.

"Hey, Sharon. I didn't think you'd be home so early," he sounded surprised.

"What are you doing here? I thought you slept at your friend's house."

"I…" he stuttered and Sharon frowned.

"Rusty, I want you to know that I can tell when people lie to me," she took another step towards him and squinted. The look of her made Rusty feel like he was being interrogated in a dark, cold room.

"Angela lied to you," he said hesitantly.

"You didn't go?" she asked and he shook his head. "And I'm assuming she didn't go either?" this time he nodded.

"She said you needed some time for yourself."

Sharon sighed and leaned against the counter, suddenly wishing it was Monday already. After a few seconds of pondering in silence what and how to say to her mother while Rusty resumed cooking, she stood straight and asked if she could help him with anything. Eventually, she decided to wait with the conversation until she could be alone with Angela.

Later that day, the whole family went to a friend of Angela's, the same one that she told Sharon she was going to meet the previous night. She claimed that she didn't lie about it, but just twisted the truth a little, since she was invited for Sunday. That friend lived in a big mansion in Beverly Hills and they spent most of the day there, after she refused to take no for an answer when she invited them for dinner.

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On Monday, the squad members and Hobbs were having trouble with getting a search warrant for the warehouse that Reyes told Sharon about. The judge wanted to know who the informant was, and when Sharon refused to give Reyes away, he said he needed time to consider the request.

They were all in the murder room, waiting to hear from Hobbs, when a tall man in a business suit entered.

"Sharon Raydor?" he called out to everyone in the room and looked at the only two women in there, to see who's responding.

"Yes?" she said with a suspicious frown and walked towards him. He did the same and met her in the middle of the room.

"I'm George Barry, your late husband's lawyer," he offered her his hand to shake and she took it, still hesitating.

"Nice to meet you, but…" she didn't want to ask what he was doing there and be rude, so she stopped in midsentence.

"But what am I doing here?" he smiled and laid his briefcase on the nearest table, which was Sykes'. He took a document out of it and handed it to Sharon. "I'm here to inform you that you are the sole heir to Richard's fortune."

Everyone looked at him in shock, including Sharon. The room was completely silent for a few moments, until she could speak again.

"There must be a mistake here," her voice was quiet as she took the document in her hand and started reading it.

"No. Richard once had a will, but I guess he changed his mind, because a few weeks ago he took it from my office and never returned it. I couldn't find it anywhere. So, without a written will, you automatically become the heir."

"No, my children are," she said calmly. "I'm not interested in his money."

"Look," Barry said, closing his briefcase, "what you do with the money is your decision, but you have to officially accept it if you want to give it to your children. Otherwise, Richard's family can claim it. Everything you need to know it written in this document," he pointed at the paper she was still holding.

"Okay, thank you," she nodded, still confused. Something about this lawyer didn't add up, but she didn't have time to investigate at the moment, so she decided to take care of it later.

"Have a good day now," he smiled and retraced his steps back to the exit.

"Wow, that's weird," Sykes said slowly.

"And also none of your business," Provenza said from behind the newspaper he was pretending to read while listening to what was going on.

Sharon didn't say a word to either of them. Instead, she went to her office and closed the door behind her so she could call her mother and tell her what had just happened.

Angela promised to find a good lawyer for Sharon before she left, and in return Sharon had to promise her that she will come back early to see her off.

An hour later, they finally got that warrant they were waiting for. Along with the FBI they arranged a team of policemen and agents to go over there, in hope of finally finding evidence that will lead to arresting the cartel heads. Sharon and Provenza took a ride with Flynn in his car, while Sanchez, Sykes and Buzz went with Tao. Provenza sat in the back after receiving some warning looks from Flynn when he approached the passenger side and intended to leave Sharon sitting in the back.

Flynn parked across the street from the warehouse and turned the car off. "Sharon…" he said hesitantly and she looked at him with interest.

"Yes?" she asked when he didn't continue.

"I want you to stay here," he said finally, somewhat afraid of her reaction. He wasn't being a chauvinist, but he was truly scared for her life. She didn't spend years in homicide or other divisions that would have prepared her for something like that, and never dealt with operations this big.

"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief.

"For god's sake," Provenza muttered in the back, rolling his eyes.

"It's too dangerous. Have you ever participated in something like that?" he asked, although he knew the answer. "There's a huge difference between investigating officer-involved shootings and taking part in operations like that, with real bad guys."

"But she wore comfortable clothes," Provenza said sarcastically, referring to Sharon's t-shirt and snickers, which she wore especially for the occasion.

"Andy, I… I understand what you're saying, but –"

"Oh, just humor him already and stay here," Provenza said grumpily and opened the door to get out. "What will he ever do without you if something should happen to you?" he asked, once again being sarcastic, and got out with a slam of the door.

Sharon sighed and looked at the warehouse through the windshield. She knew that Flynn was right, but she didn't like admitting it.

"So? Will you wait here?" he asked in a begging tone.

"Alright, fine. But if you go inside and there's nothing dangerous, you call me right away."

"Of course," he looked around and saw the squad and the FBI agents getting ready outside their white vans. There were too many people around to kiss her, so he gave her a little smile and got out of the car too.

She watched him approaching the rest and joining them in wearing vests and checking their weapons. A minute later they were all passing through the gate and heading inside. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt the fear creeping in her stomach. She wasn't sure that staying there and not knowing what was going on there was better for her nerves. A few seconds after the last guy had passed through the gate, she couldn't see anyone of them anymore. The street was no longer filled with agents and policemen, and once again it looked like just an ordinary, boring street with not much traffic in it.

A sudden noise startled her when the door on her side opened and someone pulled her aggressively out of the car while she felt her gun being taken out of its holster. When she was on her feet, she managed to take a look at her assailant and recognized Nicolas Suarez, one of the cartel heads she had interrogated a few days ago at the station.