AN: SO Sorry for the late update. I've had so many things to work on, including another story that I have been struggling for some reason to write. I have a complicated relationship with it. ANYWAYS! Here is the next chapter of this story! Please leave a review!

"Flynn?"
"Yeah Sykes..." He ruffled through the papers that the captain threw on his desk after she was briefed on the case.
"Why aren't you out in the field with us today?"
"Because," he said with much exasperation, "I was late to work this morning. I got here at the same time as the captain."
"Oh ok... Well have fun with desk duty." Amy said with absolutely no sympathy.

"Captain! We got a case over here!" yelled Provenza. "Ok everyone. Let's go."
She paused in front of Andy's desk. "Except for you, Flynn. There's a stack of paper work on my desk. Fill all of the forms out. When your done put them back on my desk. When I get back, if one paper is not filled out, you'll be on desk duty for the rest of the week. If one thing is out of place, you'll have desk duty for 2 more weeks." She leaned onto the desk, bent at the waist. "Are we clear?
"Crystal," he said smugly. The clacking of her heels could be heard from down the hall as he was left alone in the murder room.

She arrived at the crime scene. It was on a major street in Downtown LA.
"Lieutenant Provenza, brief me," she said as she crossed the police tape. They walked toward the body on the side of the street.
"Yes, ma'am. We have a 27-year old male. No ID. No witnesses except for the man over there by the patrol car who called 9-1-1 this morning at," he checked his watch, "a few minutes before 8. It looks like a simple hit and run."
"But?"
"It seems like there is a bullet hole through his skull. And his chest. And a bullet seems to be lodged in his stomach. We'll get a full report from Morales later."
"Thank you, Lieutenant." She circled the body trying to see every angle. Trying to see from where the man could have been shot. If maybe he was dropped off there. "I'm going to head back to the station. Call me if you get any more leads here. Lieutenant Tao!"
"What do you need captain?"
"How was this man shot?"
"The bullets that went through his body are nowhere to be found which leads us to believe he was not shot here. However, the last bullet became lodged in his stomach but still needs to be extracted for us to know the murder weapon." Tao spoke with many hand gestures to demonstrate the direction of the bullets. But then she noticed something. His watch was stuck at the time she arrived at the station this morning.

Stack after stack. Form after form. It was like they'd never end. When were they getting back? The elevator doors opened. The familiar sound of heels on the linoleum.
"Captain."
"Lieutenant."
He watched her go into her office like a cheetah stalks its prey. Waiting for the moment to pounce. After the door closed, he imagined her standing in front of his desk the way she did this morning. Every curve, every contour of her body was firmly imprinted on the canvas of his mind. So permanent that nothing could remove the brand she had left. He didn't come to work late because he accidentally slept in. Rather, he came in late so he could talk to her before work but he was too scared to and now he was doing her dirty work. He didn't mind though. He knew that maybe, after a few days, he'd tell her. Tell her he loved her.