"New Beginnings (2/4)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: New Beginnings (2/4)
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 980 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: This fic came into existence thanks to a prompt from rococoms who then became totally invaluable while I was writing. Thank you as well to redrockcan , for her insight and encouragement.
Summary Sharon's transfer to Major Crimes causes a rift in her relationship with Andrea. Chapter one can be found HERE.
“Come in,” Andrea said without looking up. The door to her office opened and DDA Michaels let himself in.
“I’m just about to head on over to Major Crimes division now,” he said gesturing to his briefcase, “Don’t you usually handle those cases?” he asked.
She glared at him. “Not now Ozzy.” But he took her tone as a challenge and settled himself in the chair opposite hers.
“We’ve worked together for seven years. When you use that tone of voice, something is seriously messed up. So talk. What happened between you two? You’ve been sulking all week.”
“I do not sulk,” she said, appalled.
“Yes, you do. Come on now, I’m close family. You can’t hide from me,” he said grinning.
She arched her eyebrow at him. “You married my cousin. We’re hardly close family.” She grinned at him in spite of herself.
“You wound me,” he said mockingly, “I have to work with you five days a week, while the rest of the family get a break from you for weeks, usually months at a time. That bumps me up to the close family status. Now, spill. I expected you to be in Major Crimes nearly every day given the recent change in ranks over there.”
“Quite the opposite,” she said curtly. “And that is all that I am saying on the matter. If you’re expected in Major Crimes, I suggest that you get moving. Captain Raydor doesn’t respond well to tardiness.”
He regarded her closely for a moment before putting his hands up in defeat. “Fine. But a word of advice, whenever my wife and I have a spat, I’ve found that admitting my mistakes and asking for forgiveness usually works in my favor.”
“Go Ozzy.”
“Relax, some of the squad are still giving their statements. I won’t be late.”
“Statements?” Andrea asked.
“The team was cornered by the defendant and his gang at the site of the robbery, they had to draw their weapons to defend themselves,” he said. “Quit sulking and start apologizing.” He gave her a pointed look before leaving her office.
***
“May I come in?” Sharon looked up from her mountain of paperwork to see Andrea Hobbs standing nervously in her doorway.
“Now isn’t the greatest time.” Andrea noted how exhausted she sounded, and looked.
“I know, but I really need to talk with you,” Andrea said. Sharon sighed.
“Close the door,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
Andrea did as she was told, and sat at the chair in front of Sharon’s new desk. “I heard what happened when Major Crimes responded to the armed robbery,” she said as soon as she was seated. “Were you caught in the crossfire today?”
“No,” Sharon said coolly. “I was not. I arrived after the shots were fired.”
Andrea seemed to visibly relax, her shoulders slumped forward and the grip on the armrest of the chair loosened somewhat.
“If you’re here to lecture me about not being at the crime scene on time, I assure you I’ve already heard it, from every member of this department. Most notably from Provenza, who gave me a dressing down at the scene, in front of a dozen officers,” Sharon nodded towards the chaos of officers and boxes of evidence just outside her office.
“Lecture you?” Andrea asked, confused and hurt, “I’m here because when Ozzy told me that officers from Major Crimes had gotten caught in the crossfire today I thought that you’d -” Andrea paused, her voice shaking as her anger and fear got the better of her, “I thought that you’d been hit. I pretty much ran across the street because I needed to see that you were okay,” she said quietly.
“Well, I am fine, as you can see,” Sharon said stubbornly.
“And what if you weren’t? What if you’d been shot?” Andrea insisted. “What if you had been killed?”
“That’s a risk that I must be prepared to take,” Sharon said, “It’s the risk that all police officers have to be ready to take on a daily basis.”
“Well, it’s not a risk that I am willing to take. I can’t do this, I can’t sit in my office and not worry about you being out there. I could handle you behind a desk, I liked it when you were in FID. I didn’t have to worry about your safety. I didn’t have to worry about you actually using your gun. I haven’t been able to concentrate at all the last few days because each time I see a cop car drive by I imagine that it’s you, on your way into an ambush,” Andrea said, raising her voice, “You think that the decision to accept this transfer was yours alone to make, but it wasn’t. Did you for a second consider how this would affect me? You don’t get to take stupid, risky chances like your life doesn’t mean a thing to the people who care about you, it’s not fai-”
A loud, rather rude knock startled both women. Andrea turned around and saw Lt. Provenza grumpily trying to get Sharon’s attention through the glass windows.
“I really don’t have time for this right now,” Sharon said, “As you can see, I have a department who thinks of my presence as interfering to run.” Sharon rose from her desk, opening the door for Andrea.
“I deserved that,” Andrea admitted sadly. She placed her hand overtop Sharon’s on the door. “I’m really glad that you’re okay,” she said quietly before taking the hint and leaving Sharon’s office.
“Captain,” Provenza grumbled, “Are you going to grace your division with your presence?”
“Yes Lt., what can I do for you?” Sharon schooled herself into the picture perfect example of complete professionalism. Now was not the time to dwell on the fact that in one week, her world had been turned completely upside down, professionally and personally.
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 980 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: This fic came into existence thanks to a prompt from rococoms who then became totally invaluable while I was writing. Thank you as well to redrockcan , for her insight and encouragement.
Summary Sharon's transfer to Major Crimes causes a rift in her relationship with Andrea. Chapter one can be found HERE.
“Come in,” Andrea said without looking up. The door to her office opened and DDA Michaels let himself in.
“I’m just about to head on over to Major Crimes division now,” he said gesturing to his briefcase, “Don’t you usually handle those cases?” he asked.
She glared at him. “Not now Ozzy.” But he took her tone as a challenge and settled himself in the chair opposite hers.
“We’ve worked together for seven years. When you use that tone of voice, something is seriously messed up. So talk. What happened between you two? You’ve been sulking all week.”
“I do not sulk,” she said, appalled.
“Yes, you do. Come on now, I’m close family. You can’t hide from me,” he said grinning.
She arched her eyebrow at him. “You married my cousin. We’re hardly close family.” She grinned at him in spite of herself.
“You wound me,” he said mockingly, “I have to work with you five days a week, while the rest of the family get a break from you for weeks, usually months at a time. That bumps me up to the close family status. Now, spill. I expected you to be in Major Crimes nearly every day given the recent change in ranks over there.”
“Quite the opposite,” she said curtly. “And that is all that I am saying on the matter. If you’re expected in Major Crimes, I suggest that you get moving. Captain Raydor doesn’t respond well to tardiness.”
He regarded her closely for a moment before putting his hands up in defeat. “Fine. But a word of advice, whenever my wife and I have a spat, I’ve found that admitting my mistakes and asking for forgiveness usually works in my favor.”
“Go Ozzy.”
“Relax, some of the squad are still giving their statements. I won’t be late.”
“Statements?” Andrea asked.
“The team was cornered by the defendant and his gang at the site of the robbery, they had to draw their weapons to defend themselves,” he said. “Quit sulking and start apologizing.” He gave her a pointed look before leaving her office.
***
“May I come in?” Sharon looked up from her mountain of paperwork to see Andrea Hobbs standing nervously in her doorway.
“Now isn’t the greatest time.” Andrea noted how exhausted she sounded, and looked.
“I know, but I really need to talk with you,” Andrea said. Sharon sighed.
“Close the door,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
Andrea did as she was told, and sat at the chair in front of Sharon’s new desk. “I heard what happened when Major Crimes responded to the armed robbery,” she said as soon as she was seated. “Were you caught in the crossfire today?”
“No,” Sharon said coolly. “I was not. I arrived after the shots were fired.”
Andrea seemed to visibly relax, her shoulders slumped forward and the grip on the armrest of the chair loosened somewhat.
“If you’re here to lecture me about not being at the crime scene on time, I assure you I’ve already heard it, from every member of this department. Most notably from Provenza, who gave me a dressing down at the scene, in front of a dozen officers,” Sharon nodded towards the chaos of officers and boxes of evidence just outside her office.
“Lecture you?” Andrea asked, confused and hurt, “I’m here because when Ozzy told me that officers from Major Crimes had gotten caught in the crossfire today I thought that you’d -” Andrea paused, her voice shaking as her anger and fear got the better of her, “I thought that you’d been hit. I pretty much ran across the street because I needed to see that you were okay,” she said quietly.
“Well, I am fine, as you can see,” Sharon said stubbornly.
“And what if you weren’t? What if you’d been shot?” Andrea insisted. “What if you had been killed?”
“That’s a risk that I must be prepared to take,” Sharon said, “It’s the risk that all police officers have to be ready to take on a daily basis.”
“Well, it’s not a risk that I am willing to take. I can’t do this, I can’t sit in my office and not worry about you being out there. I could handle you behind a desk, I liked it when you were in FID. I didn’t have to worry about your safety. I didn’t have to worry about you actually using your gun. I haven’t been able to concentrate at all the last few days because each time I see a cop car drive by I imagine that it’s you, on your way into an ambush,” Andrea said, raising her voice, “You think that the decision to accept this transfer was yours alone to make, but it wasn’t. Did you for a second consider how this would affect me? You don’t get to take stupid, risky chances like your life doesn’t mean a thing to the people who care about you, it’s not fai-”
A loud, rather rude knock startled both women. Andrea turned around and saw Lt. Provenza grumpily trying to get Sharon’s attention through the glass windows.
“I really don’t have time for this right now,” Sharon said, “As you can see, I have a department who thinks of my presence as interfering to run.” Sharon rose from her desk, opening the door for Andrea.
“I deserved that,” Andrea admitted sadly. She placed her hand overtop Sharon’s on the door. “I’m really glad that you’re okay,” she said quietly before taking the hint and leaving Sharon’s office.
“Captain,” Provenza grumbled, “Are you going to grace your division with your presence?”
“Yes Lt., what can I do for you?” Sharon schooled herself into the picture perfect example of complete professionalism. Now was not the time to dwell on the fact that in one week, her world had been turned completely upside down, professionally and personally.