#closer-era

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A few people requested a second “consequences/repercussions” chapter of Double, Double, Toil and Trouble. I tried to follow through and ended up going another direction, so they’re will probably be a third chapter! In the meantime, enjoy Chapter Two!

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Sharon gets roped in with a Major Crimes stakeout of the state fair. Nothing could possibly go wrong or change, right?

Dedicated to the amazing @captainvegemite. This is 3500 words of fluff, romance, and some other weird stuff thrown in. I hope you enjoy it and feel better!

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Prompt: Sharon/Andy dating during "Old Money"

Wow, I’m actually finally responding to fic prompts. This truly is a monumental week for me! Anyway, this fic should address a couple prompts I have: Against Medical Advice.

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I hope you don't mind me sending a Shandy prompt since Christmas is coming up... The Closer era: Sharon and Andy are snowed in and have to share a bed

Wow, this turned out sooooo much longer than I was anticipating. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, anon: A Bed Divided.

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Christmas prompt please? Pre-Shandy/The Closer - Sharon and Andy accidentally end up under a mistletoe in the murder room and it gets harder for both of them to hide their feelings for each other

Closer-era Shandy and Christmas–yes! Thank you!

Sharon followed the Major Crimes team into the murder room, her feet dragging a little in her heels. It had been a long day chasing the problematic team from one location to another, spurred on by Pope’s urging that this audit needed to continue. She thought it was a load of crap, but she did her job without a verbal complaint.

Flynn walked in front of her, his jacket slung over his shoulder. He glanced back at her and stopped walking, forcing her to stop and stare at him. She crossed her arms over her chest, her purse dangling from her arm.

“Yes, Lieutenant?” she asked, trying to keep her exhaustion out of her voice. 

He glanced up and Sharon’s eyes roamed the murder room behind him until she followed his gaze. Dark green and bright red mistletoe hung in the doorway above them. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the sight and started to step around the detective. 

“It’s bad luck if you don’t kiss under it!” Buzz called suddenly and Sharon’s eyes closed briefly. “You gotta do it.”

“Ye Gods,” Provenza groaned and she found herself agreeing with him for once. 

She returned her gaze to Flynn and found he was already looking at her. There was something in his expression that she couldn’t figure out, something reflecting in his dark eyes. She swallowed and quickly looked away.

“Lieutenant Flynn–” Chief Johnson reemerged from her office and took in the sight before her, everyone staring at Raydor and Flynn who were still standing in the doorway under the mistletoe. “Just kiss her and get over here. We still have a case to wrap up.”

“Or you could step aside and we can finish our jobs,” Sharon told him. She meant for her voice to be firm, to sound sure of herself, but it came out soft. She inwardly cringed. 

Her heart was pounding away in her chest and she tried her best to stop it from showing on her face. Not now, not in front of Major Crimes. If there was ever a time she needed to be professional, it was now.

“Ye Gods, Flynn. Come on!”

Flynn hesitated a moment longer and then pressed his lips to her cheek. He moved away immediately and followed Chief Johnson to her desk. The rest of the team turned around not long after and Sharon unsteadily made her way to her temporary desk. 

Her mind was whirling as she settled into the seat, wishing she was in her own office where she could shove her shoes off and actually relax. Here, she had to keep her back straight. Her only solace was that the team was back to ignoring her. It left her alone with her pounding heart and whirling thoughts, all because of that damn Andrew Flynn.

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Shandy - Brenda visits IA to 'rescue' Flynn after he's been summoned by Captain Raydor

This is beautiful. Thank you!

Chief Johnson was counting the minutes, her eyes focused on the door to Major Crimes. She had promised Captain Raydor ten minutes when the infuriating women swept in to steal one of her best lieutenants in the middle of a case. It was pushing fifteen minutes now. 

Finally, the blonde stood up and walked into the Murder Room, her gaze landing on Lieutenant Provenza. “I’ll be back. Take Mrs. Layton into the break room once she gets here.”

“Sure, Chief.” He watched her as she made her way back toward the elevator. He wouldn’t ask where she was going or what she was doing because he had a good enough of an idea. 

She made her way down to IA’s floor, her flats almost silent on the tiled floor. She marched straight to Captain Raydor’s door and didn’t bother knocking when she tried the door and found it unlocked.

“Cap’n Raydor.” She pushed the door open and stepped inside, stopping dead in the doorway. Her eyes struggled to comprehend the scene before her, her head shaking slowly.

Flynn stepped back and Raydor sank down into her chair behind the desk, her hands absently smoothing her skirt out. They glanced at each other and then at the Chief; she noted the flush on the Captain’s neck and face and cleared her throat.

“I need my lieutenant back. We have a case to solve,” she managed, shifting awkwardly where she stood. 

“Yeah, sure. Be there in a minute,” Flynn stammered before he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie.

“No, now.” Her voice was firm and she wasn’t above pulling rank on the two people before her. “We have a case to solve and this is not the time to be…” She gestured between them, trying not to think about what had been happening behind the closed door. “For God’s sake, at least lock the door. Let’s go!”

She quickly turned around and left the office. After a moment, she heard Flynn’s footsteps following her. She didn’t bother glancing back, still trying to purge the image from her mind. There were too many things wrong with it, both personal and professional and she knew she’d have to address it eventually. Later. Once this case was over. 

Flynn left the door open behind him and Raydor leaned against her desk, her fingers brushing her hair back from her face. Her lips still tingled from his touch, but her face burned from seeing Chief Johnson’s expression. She had a genuine reason for pulling Andy into her office and she had made sure the paperwork was signed off before she had kissed him. She would make sure the door was at least locked next time, because she knew it would happen again. Andy Flynn was too irresistible, large IA file and everything.

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Chapter Three: 28 weeks.

Okay, here’s the third chapter!