"Wicked" - Major Crimes Fic
Title: Wicked
Characters: Raydor and the rest of her MC crew
Rating: T
Word Count: 393 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement. This is part two of roseandheather 's gift for the gift exchange at majorcrimes . She asked for fluff, so I present fluff! Happy holidays.
Of course, she had seen the hastily covered scribble on Chief Johnson’s white board, she had heard the muttered curses under the breaths of the officers. Sharon Raydor was not blind, nor was she ignorant; she knew exactly what the synonym of choice was among her fellow officers when the discussion centred on her.
She wasn’t bothered by it, raising two teenagers, and dealing with a recovering alcoholic and gambler for nearly thirty years had made her nearly impervious to such insults. And, at the end of the day, there were far worse five letter words that could be used to describe her. In fact, Sharon had all but forgotten about it, until she discovered a small, wrapped box on her desk.
Curious, she unwrapped it; inside was perhaps the best gag gift she had ever received. Grinning widely, and giggling softly to herself, she had failed to notice the Major Crimes squad anxiously awaiting her in her doorway, and just outside the office.
“What do you think Captain?” Provenza asked, chuckling.
“What should I think Lt?” she countered, schooling her features into a rather stern look.
He walked over to her, unaffected by her glare, and reached for the small toy in her hands. The figure had green skin and a twisted nose, and she wore a terrifying smirk while riding a broom. “It’s a bobble-head doll,” he said as he tapped the oversized head to demonstrate.
The rest of the team held their breaths; each was prepared to throw Provenza under the bus, claiming that this had all been his idea were she to take even the slightest bit of offence.
The looks on the faces of her team, coupled with the ridiculous little witch in her hands was simply too much. She could not stifle her rich laughter, and soon all of them were chuckling.
“Thank you,” she said. “Though I never thought that I would be grateful to receive such a gift,” she admitted.
Sanchez stepped forward. “It was Provenza’s idea. He’s got a thing for bobble-heads,” he deadpanned.
Sharon chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Alright, that’s enough fun for one morning, get to work boys. The city of Los Angeles isn’t keeping itself safe.” She threw a wink their way.
As they exited her office, Flynn clapped Provenza on the shoulder. “That’s our witch,” he said with good humour.
Characters: Raydor and the rest of her MC crew
Rating: T
Word Count: 393 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement. This is part two of roseandheather 's gift for the gift exchange at majorcrimes . She asked for fluff, so I present fluff! Happy holidays.
Of course, she had seen the hastily covered scribble on Chief Johnson’s white board, she had heard the muttered curses under the breaths of the officers. Sharon Raydor was not blind, nor was she ignorant; she knew exactly what the synonym of choice was among her fellow officers when the discussion centred on her.
She wasn’t bothered by it, raising two teenagers, and dealing with a recovering alcoholic and gambler for nearly thirty years had made her nearly impervious to such insults. And, at the end of the day, there were far worse five letter words that could be used to describe her. In fact, Sharon had all but forgotten about it, until she discovered a small, wrapped box on her desk.
Curious, she unwrapped it; inside was perhaps the best gag gift she had ever received. Grinning widely, and giggling softly to herself, she had failed to notice the Major Crimes squad anxiously awaiting her in her doorway, and just outside the office.
“What do you think Captain?” Provenza asked, chuckling.
“What should I think Lt?” she countered, schooling her features into a rather stern look.
He walked over to her, unaffected by her glare, and reached for the small toy in her hands. The figure had green skin and a twisted nose, and she wore a terrifying smirk while riding a broom. “It’s a bobble-head doll,” he said as he tapped the oversized head to demonstrate.
The rest of the team held their breaths; each was prepared to throw Provenza under the bus, claiming that this had all been his idea were she to take even the slightest bit of offence.
The looks on the faces of her team, coupled with the ridiculous little witch in her hands was simply too much. She could not stifle her rich laughter, and soon all of them were chuckling.
“Thank you,” she said. “Though I never thought that I would be grateful to receive such a gift,” she admitted.
Sanchez stepped forward. “It was Provenza’s idea. He’s got a thing for bobble-heads,” he deadpanned.
Sharon chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Alright, that’s enough fun for one morning, get to work boys. The city of Los Angeles isn’t keeping itself safe.” She threw a wink their way.
As they exited her office, Flynn clapped Provenza on the shoulder. “That’s our witch,” he said with good humour.