"Captain?"
"Yes, Lieutenant."
"I finished all of the paperwork you asked me to complete."
"Good..." she went off into a daze. Trying to figure out how that man had been killed.
"...does this mean I'm not on desk duty anymore?"
"Hmm?" she hummed. "Yes, Flynn. No more desk duty for you. For now. Not until I get some more, which I will inevitably get, seeing as how this case is going."
"Okay. Should I just wait at my desk for something to come up?" Flynn asked her with so much sass it made her cringe just a little. She was getting annoyed because she could not focus with him questioning her.
"Go get a briefing from Detective Sanchez and then go visit the crime scene. Do something useful to figure out how this young man was killed."
"Captain!" Lieutenant Provenza yelled from inside the murder room.
"I think they found something," Flynn said with his usual boyish tone that drove her insane. In a bad way.
"Lieutenant Flynn, after Lieutenants Provenza and Tao update me on this murder, I would like to see you in my office."
"Yes Ma'am."
She talked with Provenza and listened to his theory that corresponded with the evidence found by Tao. She and Provenza went down to the morgue to see the body with Dr. Morales. Morales suggested the man was beaten up around 2 in the morning judging by how old the wounds were on his head. He suffered several head traumas prior to being shot. The shot to the head was the last shot fired to finally kill the man. She ordered Provenza to find any club fights or reports of gun shots near any clubs or bars. Find any missing wallets there. Genetic searches would be complete in several hours but she wanted an ID on the man much sooner than that. Maybe she'd find not just the victim but also the killer.
He waited for the captain to get back to her office. He wanted to kiss her as soon as she closed the door but he knew he couldn't. He'd have to close the shades that would close off her office from the rest of the world. Plus how would Sharon react?
Sharon walked into her office with the pride of a lioness. There was no fault in her step, no flaw in the way she looked. Everything was perfect.
He wanted to touch her. An innocent touch of her hand, a suggestive touch of her lip, a demanding touch of her leg. He didn't though.
"Lieutenant, can you explain to me why you were late this morning?"
"I normally walk to work and I missed my train this morning so I had to catch a much later one because I didn't get a chance to eat either."
"Mmhm," she scoffed, "and can you explain to me why you didn't say anything when you saw me on the train?"
"I wasn't paying attention, ma'am. May I ask you a question?"
"Yes you may."
"Why were you on the train? I have come in on that train before and I've never seen you there."
"If you paid any attention, at all, you'd know that my car died this past weekend so I've been taking the train to here."
He liked the way Sharon just stood in defiance of everything he was trying to do. Every effort he made to somehow create a friendship. Such a turn on.
She waited for him to leave before she sat down in her chair and tried to relax but all she could see was Andy for some reason. She tried to think of a way that their victim could have been murdered but then for some reason she saw Andy in her visual replication of the crime scene.
Stop it, Sharon, she though to herself, You can NOT be thinking of him right. Later when you get home. Not right now.
But the more she told herself not to think of him the more she thought of him.
Then she realized something. They had no solid leads on the killer except for the bullet. There were no solid leads on who this man was except for his DNA. There had to be some genetic signature on the weapon as to who this killer was.