Hi! I just discovered and watched Major Crimes for the first time this year, so yeah, I'm writing fanfiction for a show that aired 10 years ago, but I don't care. It's new to me and I love it.

Season 6 doesn't exist in my world. Just FYI.

Major Crimes ended when Sharon became Commander. That's it.

I've seen some clips of season 6 and know what all happens pretty much, so no. Ain't gonna happen here.

These are going to be jumping back and forth from season to season, and I'll label which episodes they are before, during, or after. I write for myself, but love reviews and really appreciate feedback.

I own nothing, but I wish I did. Season 6 would have been so different. :(

Season 1 - Episode 7 - during 'The Shame Game'

September 23, 2012

"Sharon, I'm sorry."

"I know."

"Sharon, I'm sorry," he called out again.

"I know. I know." She tried to assure Rusty that she understood he was sorry, and she did understand, but she was about to lose what was left of any composure she had. Daniel Dunn was in the breakroom and Provenza made her tell Rusty. He reacted exactly as she thought and her heart broke a little.

Provenza's reaction surprised her, and added to the tears because she never expected him to stand up for her the way he did.

She hadn't wanted to tell Rusty, not today, not when Dunn was in the building. She needed him gone so that Rusty wouldn't respond like this.

Never again would she let Provenza convince her to go against her own better judgment.

She walked quickly toward the women's restroom, tears now streaming, but it was okay because the Murder Room was empty.

The elevator sounded and she hoped it was someone she didn't know, or at least someone who didn't care that the head of Major Crimes, and the perceived Ice Queen of the LAPD, had tears streaming down her cheeks rushing down the hall.

It was Lieutenant Flynn.

Good, she thought, he wouldn't care as much. If it were Detective Sykes, or Andrea, or maybe even Detective Sanchez, Sharon would have had to stop and explain. Flynn wouldn't notice. His eyes were in a file as he walked by, anyway.

"Hey," his hand wrapped around her elbow to slowly spin her around to face him after they'd passed each other. It took a beat, but he saw the tears. She'd never seen him look as concerned toward her as he looked in this moment. The back of her hand was covering her mouth and she moved it away to bring her fingers up to wipe away the tears quickly.

"What's wrong? What happened? You ok?" He'd never seen her cry. It was unnatural.

She shook her head quickly as fresh tears fell.

"Captain, what…" he stepped closer.

"It's okay, Lieutenant, everything is fine, talk to Provenza, excuse me," she quickly let out and smiled the most grateful smile she could muster at the moment and disappeared into the restroom.

He thought about knocking, but figured pushing her right now to talk wouldn't be wise. His partner would talk, though.

"Hey," he greeted said partner as Provenza turned the corner into the hallway from the Murder Room. "What's going on?"

'Nothing, why?" Provenza looked at him as if he were crazy.

"The Captain just was …" he pointed to the restroom, but stopped talking. He didn't have to say she was crying. "She said to ask you what was wrong."

Provenza looked to the floor for a moment, then back at Andy. "Rusty. His Dad. Drama."

"Gotcha," Andy nodded, drawing in a breath.

"I have to get to the morgue," Provenza mentioned as he walked toward the elevator, eyeing the women's restroom. She should join him soon, he'd check on her then.

Andy walked the opposite direction toward the murder room, but stalled after he heard the elevator door close behind his partner. He stood in the hallway for a full minute, reading over the file, leaning against the wall, nodding to passers by, waiting for the restroom door to open, but it didn't.

He finally gave up and went through to the Murder Room and sat at his desk. Provenza would fill him in later, he would make sure of it.

Season 4 - Episode 9 - morning of 'Wish You Were Here'

August 2, 2015

His alarm sounded.

He groaned softly, slowly unwrapping his arms and legs from the woman wrapped around him.

She hummed, turned over to face away and brought the comforter above her head.

He snoozed his alarm quickly and placed the phone back on the nightstand.

5 a.m.

5 more minutes.

He lifted the comforter as he scooted closer to her, wrapping his arm around her middle and pulled her back against him. She hummed again and he smiled.

"Good morning," he whispered into her hair,pushing it to the side, kissing slowly down her neck.

"Mmmm, morning." She slowly turned in his arms, eyes refusing to open, and brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, planting her lips on his quickly, then snuggling into his neck, kissing him there a few times before drifting back to sleep.

4 ½ minutes later.

"Nooooo," he whined into her hair when the alarm sounded again. He was so damned comfortable.

"Andy," she murmured, sleepily, shifting.

"I know." He had to get going.

"Want pancakes? Eggs? Oatmeal?" She asked, but he knew she was just being nice. She did not want to get up and cook for anyone. No way he'd let her.

He wasn't able to stop smiling, though.

"I want sleep." He pulled her even closer, "Scratch that. I want you."

He kissed her lips quickly and then looked at her smiling face, her eyes still shut.

"I noticed." She grinned up to him, eyes opening finally to meet his as her body leaned further into him, feeling him very much aroused against her.

He kissed down her neck, disappearing for the next few minutes under the comforter.

"I'm going to destroy your phone." She threatened, irritated at the next alarm that went off in the exact moment they came together, over a full minute ago, him still not shutting it off.

"I'm sorry," he tried to reach for it.

She whimpered quietly, "Turn it oooooffffff."

"Alright, alright," he reached for the phone and growled when it fell to the floor, alarm still blaring. "Fuck."

"Andy," she giggled as he climbed awkwardly over her, nearly falling off the bed to retrieve it.

Silence.

Finally.

"I'm sorry."

"What time is it?"

"Not even 5:30."

"Hmmm."

"I gotta go," he leaned over and kissed her sweetly, slowly, pulling back for a moment to just look at her. "You are so beautiful."

She smiled as he looked down on her. She slowly ran her fingers through his hair, along his jaw, thumb drifting over his bottom lip, gazing lazily back into his dark eyes. Her eyes stayed shut a little longer with each blink, until they stayed shut. She'd nearly fallen back asleep.

"Going back to sleep?" he whispered, knowing that she wouldn't want to.

Softly, she answered, "No, my alarm is set for 6 anyway. I'll walk you out and start some coffee." But she didn't move or open her eyes.

He flopped back on his pillow and closed his eyes, bringing her hand over to kiss it.

"Why so early?"

"Gus, Alice … well, sorry, Mariana … Rusty and I are bringing Gus to identify her body this morning. He's meeting us there at 7:30."

"That's going to be rough."

"Telling him was very difficult."

"Always is."

"He didn't expect it, though, Andy. Had absolutely no idea… never crossed his mind that it would be a possibility. Just heartbreaking."

He squeezed her hand and kissed it again, lingering a bit. He didn't want to say anything. She wouldn't like how he felt. He'd been incredibly frustrated with Rusty for how he handled everything. He wasn't just frustrated, he was pissed. He understood, he guessed, a little… and if he hadn't been so madly in love with this woman, it may not have bothered him as much, but she didn't deserve to be blindsided the way she was with that notification. She, of course, didn't make Rusty feel bad at all. Hell, the kid probably didn't even think to feel bad about it.

Andy shook it off. Patience. He needed so much patience for that kid. Especially now. She shows him exactly how to do that, though… be patient. She is such an amazing mother. It was one of the first observations that surprised him about her, the ice queen is actually … not cold at all.

"I'm sorry," he cuddled close to her, kissing her lips and squeezing her one last time, deeply breathing in her scent to take with him through the day.

"You need to go." She hummed, stretching her body against him.

"It's so hard."

"Again, so soon?" She grinned and her eyes twinkled, he smiled down to her, they fucking twinkled up to him.

"Shut up. It's hard to leave." He clarified as his lips attacked her neck and fingers quickly tickled her side, a spot he'd discovered recently that brought out the cutest sounding giggles he'd ever heard. He released her and stood, finding his clothes thrown all around her room, dressing as he went.

She pursed her lips together, trying not to smile as wide as she wanted, watching him walk around with his shirt now on, underwear, and one sock. She pulled back the cover and found his other sock, throwing it at him as she sat up. She simply went to her dresser and picked out her underwear, a pair of pajama pants, and an LAPD t-shirt.

He was still searching for his pants.

"Bathroom," she reminded him.

"Oh shit, Sharon, you think Rusty saw them?"

"No," she assured and walked toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning up on her toes to kiss him. He stopped fretting and wrapped his arms around her waist. They made out for a few moments, slowly pecking, smiling, sucking, exploring, and her, humming.

"My god I love the sounds you make," he mumbled next to her ear when they took a break for air.

She hummed again, grinning.

"Dinner tonight?" He loved nothing more than eating out with her. He smiled to himself when he rearranged the words in that sentence to also describe another activity he loved.

She sighed and pulled back. "Probably not, but maybe." That was the usual answer, for a year or more … but now she added, "I really, really hope so." That was new.

She kissed him fully and turned, smiling brightly. "Get ready, and get out before Rusty wakes."

"Sharon, he would never wake up before 10 a.m. on his own."

"True, but still …"

They had just started dating.

Well, they'd been dating for years, just not acknowledging it.

They had just started sleeping together … a month ago … their first time was on their first date, which turned out not to be a dinner date. Andy grinned as he thought back to that evening. They didn't make it to Serve. Not until a few days later.

"What's funny?" She watched him grin in the reflection of her mirror.

He stepped toward her, still no pants, but two socks on his feet now. He slipped his arms around her from behind, keeping his eyes locked with hers in the mirror, his chin on her shoulder.

"Nothing. I just love you."

Her heart fluttered a bit as she closed her eyes, tilting her head to lean against his, whispering, "I love you." She moved her lips up to his and let him slowly take control.

They'd just started saying that a month ago, as well, on their first non-dinner date. Didn't see the point really in waiting, but it took a very long time, into that evening, in his bed, to get there.

It was her phone's turn to wake them at 6 a.m., after they'd ended up back naked in bed.

He snuck out a little while later, kissing her probably thirty times before he could fully leave the doorway. He'd snuck in a few nights so far, after she texted that Rusty was in his room, and made sure to leave before 6 every morning, to drive all the way home, shower, change, and get to work, where he would try to not look at her for more than a few moments at a time, because if his eyes stayed on her long enough, he'd look like a love-sick fool.

She was so damned beautiful.

Season 1 - Episode 9 - after 'Cheaters never Prosper'

October 7, 2012

"Captain?' Andy had to forgo drying off from his shower due to the phone ringing loudly from his bedroom. He ran to retrieve it, forgetting the towel as well. That's where he was now, greeting his boss over the phone absolutely naked.

"Hi, um, Lieutenant, well, uh, Andy …"

"What's wrong?" Her saying his name felt odd, though she's used it before. This wasn't a work call. They'd just left work an hour ago, he knew that Rusty was at his birth fathers for the weekend.

It had been a tough case for him, this week, seeing the Las Vegas stalker officer dead in the bathroom, thinking he'd drunk himself to death. Andy needed a meeting.

"Um, well, I uh …" she sounded shaky.

"Captain, everything ok?" He went back into the bathroom, deciding to dry off and change since he was now freezing, naked, and confused.

"Sharon… Andy, please, you can call me Sharon when we're not at work, well, if you uh, if want, look…"

He couldn't not interrupt to try and be funny, "You called to tell me to call you Sharon? Mmmkay … um, well, night …"

She let out a small laugh. He was thankful, but it wasn't funny.

He grew serious when nothing was said.

"Sharon?"

"Okay," she started, sounding less shaky, "... a few things. First, Rusty's father hit him, in the face, multiple times. Rusty is here," he interrupted …

"Wait, WHAT?!"

"Yes, um, well, Rusty is here, he's fine, I'm documenting and all of that, but, I wanted to tell you about that first since it's the most important."

"He's okay?" Andy's heart was racing. He did care about the annoying kid.

"Yes. I'll show you the pictures, um, but yeah, I'm not sure about emotionally … he's been hit before by his mother's boyfriend, or probably boyfriend's, so … he's acting all nonchalant, but this is … Andy, this is exactly what he feared would happen. I'm just …"

"What can I do? Are you okay?"

Sharon smiled.

"Yeah, thank you … livid, yes, murderous maybe, but it's subsiding, and no … nothing to do tonight, we'll talk it over with the team, I know what we'll do, but, I just wanted to tell you about it first. I was planning on calling you anyway today, well, tonight, it's after midnight."

"Yep, and the boss lady wants us in early tomorrow."

"It's Sunday. Tell me you don't go in on Sundays when we don't have a case." She was half-joking… he worked a LOT.

"No, and tomorrow is Monday, it's after midnight … Sharon," he joked.

She sighed and hummed, "Funny. Sort of. Anyway, I wanted to check in on you, after this case especially, make sure that you are okay."

Andy smiled.

"I'm fine." He tried to make it sound as if that were true.

Sharon hummed.

"Really, I am, and thanks. Means a lot."

"Okay, you going to a meeting tomorrow?" She wasn't sure if it was her place to ask, but she assumed it'd be alright, they were a team, she was his boss, his well-being affected their work, "Sorry if that's none of my business, but I was wondering, number one because I think that you should, but also, I wanted to see if you could grab dinner with me tomorrow somewhere, to talk over some things. I would like to bounce some ideas off of you and not so much Provenza, plus, I've already been turned down weeks ago by him for dinner or drinks even, to help our working relationship. Turns out, time passing does help.

"Working closer together with you has turned him to your side, Sharon. We all work well together. And yes, going to a meeting at 10 a.m. and absolutely yes for dinner. I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I'm always free for dinner."