Fanfic: Sex With The Ex - Chapter 6
Title: Sex With The Ex
Pairing: Sharon/Husband, also Sharon/Andy in later chapters.
Rating: M / 18+
Synopsis: A phone call, that’s how it usually starts. She looks at the screen and licks her lips before sliding her finger over the screen in order to take the call. His name rolls sensually on her tongue, and she knows that he is expecting her.
The voices in the murder room sounded muffled in Sharon's ears. She walked carefully, trying hard not to trip and fall in front of her fellow officers. Visiting Lilly at the hospital had its effect on her. She held the poor girl in her arms, until the energy completely left the teenager's body and she fell asleep. Sharon hasn't held a sobbing teenager since her daughter broke up with her first boyfriend. It seemed like a huge tragedy back then in a way both Sharon and her daughter found hard to grasp. Lilly's condition, however, diminished that loss of a boyfriend significantly.
"Captain," Andy walked over to her and handed her a thick file he received from DCFS. "This is Lilly Sullivan's file."
"Could you brief me, please?" she asked, her voice conveying how emotionally exhausted she was.
"Sure. Well, she's almost 15, as Rusty said. And she's a runaway. Her parents died in an accident when she was two years old. She lived with her elderly aunt until she was 10 and when the aunt passed on, she was transferred to a foster family. She's been to 7 foster families in the last 3.5 years. Then she ran away for an unknown reason. Seems like the information Rusty got out of her is accurate. Your kid has a bright future as a police investigator." His last comment made Sharon smile. Andy could see how much love she possessed for the little smartass.
"Thank you, Andy," she uttered his name softly, resisting the urge to brush her hand down his arm in front of the squad. Had they've been in her office, she would have done it for sure. "Have we found the owner of the warehouse?" she addressed the squad.
"Recently deceased, Captain." Tao replied.
"Do we have the name of the heir?" She was getting frustrated by the moment. It wasn't like her squad to be so behind on the facts.
"No, not yet. I'm sorry, Captain." Tao said. "The owner just died a week ago. The property has not been registered under anyone else's name yet." His reply made Sharon sigh.
"Okay," she said with defeat. "I would also like to know where our murderer got sulfuric acid."
"Sulfuric acid is used in chemical industry, Captain. It's used to produce many things, so our killer could have gotten it anywhere." Tao explained.
"But how did the killer know that it could be used to dispose of bodies?"
"Sulfuric acid is sometimes used in morgues in order to dispose of cadavers." Tao replied.
"So the killer might be working in a morgue," Provenza suggested.
"Or has an access to one." Sykes said.
"What about the fingerprints?" Sharon wondered.
"They hadn't come back yet, Captain." Andy replied. "The prints lab is short stuffed."
"That's their problem, not ours. Please call them and ask that they put a rush on getting me the prints until the end of the day, especially the ones taken from the oil drums and the hooks." Sharon said. Her phone rang and she looked at the screen, to see the name of her divorce lawyer. "I'm sorry. I have to take this call," she said and walked into her office, closing the doors behind her.
Sharon walked to the nurses' station while Rusty walked into Lilly's room. She hoped that Rusty's presence will help distract the girl from the disturbing news Sharon gave her in the morning. She presented her badge to the head nurse and inquired about Lilly's condition.
"She's improved since the morning. Her fever is slowly going down. It seems that the antibiotics are working. She slept a few hours after your left. Seems like it she benefited from the rest."
"If it's possible, I'd like to take her out for a while, just so she can get some fresh air," Sharon uttered the words sweetly, her voice soft and caressing. She could see that her tone was affecting the head nurse.
"Sure, but only for fifteen minutes and she cannot leave the wheelchair," The nurse replied.
"Of course," Sharon nodded thankfully. She knew that the only way Lilly will ever trust her would be if she really tries to help her. And besides, Lilly's fragility touched her heart deeper than she was willing to admit to herself.
Sharon leaned over the banister in her balcony, an unlit cigarette between her lips and her fingers fidgeting with the lighter, the metal cool to the touch and slowly warming in her hand. She couldn't quite decipher what it was that she was feeling, but it was disturbing and painful all at once. She knew all cops had cases hitting close to home every once in a while, but she did not expect it to ever happen to her, especially after spending so many years in Internal Affairs. And Rusty's involvement was even more confusing to her.
She looked at the Zippo she was holding and flicked the lid open and rolled her thumb down the flint wheel, hearing the murmur of the fire being lit and the lighter fluid leaving the canister. She brought the flame to her cigarette, slowly inhaling the smoke as she lit it. She only smoked when she was nervous to the point of breaking down, which happened so rarely that she felt the smoke inside her lungs choking her. She exhaled a long string of smoke slowly and a desperate sigh followed it. A knock on the front door drew her from a deep thought and she threw a glance at her watch. It was almost midnight and she had no clue who could be on her doorstep at such an hour. With the cigarette stuck between her lips, slowly slipping towards the corner of her mouth, she walked over to the door and looked through the peeping hole. The person on the other side of the door was no other than her hot headed lieutenant and she sighed ever-so-slightly before opening the door.
"Lieutenant, it's eleven thirty at night," she said reproachfully.
"Unless you smoke in bed, I don't think you were sleeping." He replied with that boyish grin of his. His eyes scanned her from top to bottom. She was definitely not dressed for bed.
"What are you doing here?" She asked and he could detect some level of defeat or maybe exhaustion in her voice.
"I just wanted to talk." He said.
"You could have called," she replied. He wondered what had her in such a bad mood. It couldn't be the fact that they had an argument the other day because she seemed fine at work.
"May I come in?" he ignored her annoyed tone. She moved from the doorway, wordlessly letting him enter her apartment. She headed into the balcony and he followed her, leaning over the banister the same way she did. "I came here because I couldn't sleep," he said. "I haven't been able to sleep since that night, you know." She hummed and he wasn't sure what it meant, but he continued. "Every time I close my eyes, I see those deformed bodies in the barrels." He watched her as she took a deep drag on her cigarette, slowly releasing the smoke from her lungs. "You were there with me so I wondered if you were also having trouble slee…"
"I haven't, actually. I've been sleeping just fine" her voice was stern, as if she it was masking for something. "But I suggest that you see a therapist if you want, I can ask Taylor to assign someone else to replace you on the case."
"No, that's not what I want," he said. He looked at her and decided to expose the real reason for his being there. "I lied." She turned to face him, her eyes inquisitive. "What I just said about not being able to sleep, that's not true. I said it because I noticed that you've been having trouble with this case and I thought if I told you something you could relate to, it will help you," he confessed.
"How would it help me?" Andy could detect the sarcasm that crept into her voice.
"To understand that you are not alone," he replied. "You are not alone, Sharon." It was the first time he ever called her by her first name and she liked the way it came out of his mouth, as if his tongue stroked her name before mouthing it. Andy could see the tears rising in her eyes. "It's okay, you know, to feel upset about a case. We all get those cases that make us break down."
"Andy, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need your help." She turned to face him and he looked at her for a long moment.
"You're one of those people, who have a lot of trouble opening up to others, aren't you?" He asked.
"Maybe," she replied, unsure where this was leading.
"And I don't know what you've been through in your life that made you this way, but I just want you to know that I am here for you if you ever want to talk about anything." His voice was soft and she felt a flutter in her stomach that she was trying to push down and bury.
"Thank you," she replied. He smiled at her and brought his hand to her mouth, quickly snatching the cigarette from between her lips and throwing it off the balcony. The lighted end flickered before disappearing somewhere in the darkness.
"This shit is going to kill you," he grinned. "If you really want to pick a bad habit, try biting your nails; or you could engage in a healthy habit to relieve your stress, wrestling, for example."
"Wrestling?" Sharon quirked her eyebrow.
"Yes, I can teach you. Meet me at the gym tomorrow after work, okay?" Before she could reply, he gave her one of his oh-so-charming smiles and walked out of the balcony, showing himself out of her apartment. She stood there for a long moment, touching her lips, where his thumb grazed her when he took the cigarette from her. She could feel her lips involuntary curving up in a cynical and blissfully evil grin as she thought of their meeting at the gym on the next day.
Pairing: Sharon/Husband, also Sharon/Andy in later chapters.
Rating: M / 18+
Synopsis: A phone call, that’s how it usually starts. She looks at the screen and licks her lips before sliding her finger over the screen in order to take the call. His name rolls sensually on her tongue, and she knows that he is expecting her.
The voices in the murder room sounded muffled in Sharon's ears. She walked carefully, trying hard not to trip and fall in front of her fellow officers. Visiting Lilly at the hospital had its effect on her. She held the poor girl in her arms, until the energy completely left the teenager's body and she fell asleep. Sharon hasn't held a sobbing teenager since her daughter broke up with her first boyfriend. It seemed like a huge tragedy back then in a way both Sharon and her daughter found hard to grasp. Lilly's condition, however, diminished that loss of a boyfriend significantly.
"Captain," Andy walked over to her and handed her a thick file he received from DCFS. "This is Lilly Sullivan's file."
"Could you brief me, please?" she asked, her voice conveying how emotionally exhausted she was.
"Sure. Well, she's almost 15, as Rusty said. And she's a runaway. Her parents died in an accident when she was two years old. She lived with her elderly aunt until she was 10 and when the aunt passed on, she was transferred to a foster family. She's been to 7 foster families in the last 3.5 years. Then she ran away for an unknown reason. Seems like the information Rusty got out of her is accurate. Your kid has a bright future as a police investigator." His last comment made Sharon smile. Andy could see how much love she possessed for the little smartass.
"Thank you, Andy," she uttered his name softly, resisting the urge to brush her hand down his arm in front of the squad. Had they've been in her office, she would have done it for sure. "Have we found the owner of the warehouse?" she addressed the squad.
"Recently deceased, Captain." Tao replied.
"Do we have the name of the heir?" She was getting frustrated by the moment. It wasn't like her squad to be so behind on the facts.
"No, not yet. I'm sorry, Captain." Tao said. "The owner just died a week ago. The property has not been registered under anyone else's name yet." His reply made Sharon sigh.
"Okay," she said with defeat. "I would also like to know where our murderer got sulfuric acid."
"Sulfuric acid is used in chemical industry, Captain. It's used to produce many things, so our killer could have gotten it anywhere." Tao explained.
"But how did the killer know that it could be used to dispose of bodies?"
"Sulfuric acid is sometimes used in morgues in order to dispose of cadavers." Tao replied.
"So the killer might be working in a morgue," Provenza suggested.
"Or has an access to one." Sykes said.
"What about the fingerprints?" Sharon wondered.
"They hadn't come back yet, Captain." Andy replied. "The prints lab is short stuffed."
"That's their problem, not ours. Please call them and ask that they put a rush on getting me the prints until the end of the day, especially the ones taken from the oil drums and the hooks." Sharon said. Her phone rang and she looked at the screen, to see the name of her divorce lawyer. "I'm sorry. I have to take this call," she said and walked into her office, closing the doors behind her.
Sharon walked to the nurses' station while Rusty walked into Lilly's room. She hoped that Rusty's presence will help distract the girl from the disturbing news Sharon gave her in the morning. She presented her badge to the head nurse and inquired about Lilly's condition.
"She's improved since the morning. Her fever is slowly going down. It seems that the antibiotics are working. She slept a few hours after your left. Seems like it she benefited from the rest."
"If it's possible, I'd like to take her out for a while, just so she can get some fresh air," Sharon uttered the words sweetly, her voice soft and caressing. She could see that her tone was affecting the head nurse.
"Sure, but only for fifteen minutes and she cannot leave the wheelchair," The nurse replied.
"Of course," Sharon nodded thankfully. She knew that the only way Lilly will ever trust her would be if she really tries to help her. And besides, Lilly's fragility touched her heart deeper than she was willing to admit to herself.
Sharon leaned over the banister in her balcony, an unlit cigarette between her lips and her fingers fidgeting with the lighter, the metal cool to the touch and slowly warming in her hand. She couldn't quite decipher what it was that she was feeling, but it was disturbing and painful all at once. She knew all cops had cases hitting close to home every once in a while, but she did not expect it to ever happen to her, especially after spending so many years in Internal Affairs. And Rusty's involvement was even more confusing to her.
She looked at the Zippo she was holding and flicked the lid open and rolled her thumb down the flint wheel, hearing the murmur of the fire being lit and the lighter fluid leaving the canister. She brought the flame to her cigarette, slowly inhaling the smoke as she lit it. She only smoked when she was nervous to the point of breaking down, which happened so rarely that she felt the smoke inside her lungs choking her. She exhaled a long string of smoke slowly and a desperate sigh followed it. A knock on the front door drew her from a deep thought and she threw a glance at her watch. It was almost midnight and she had no clue who could be on her doorstep at such an hour. With the cigarette stuck between her lips, slowly slipping towards the corner of her mouth, she walked over to the door and looked through the peeping hole. The person on the other side of the door was no other than her hot headed lieutenant and she sighed ever-so-slightly before opening the door.
"Lieutenant, it's eleven thirty at night," she said reproachfully.
"Unless you smoke in bed, I don't think you were sleeping." He replied with that boyish grin of his. His eyes scanned her from top to bottom. She was definitely not dressed for bed.
"What are you doing here?" She asked and he could detect some level of defeat or maybe exhaustion in her voice.
"I just wanted to talk." He said.
"You could have called," she replied. He wondered what had her in such a bad mood. It couldn't be the fact that they had an argument the other day because she seemed fine at work.
"May I come in?" he ignored her annoyed tone. She moved from the doorway, wordlessly letting him enter her apartment. She headed into the balcony and he followed her, leaning over the banister the same way she did. "I came here because I couldn't sleep," he said. "I haven't been able to sleep since that night, you know." She hummed and he wasn't sure what it meant, but he continued. "Every time I close my eyes, I see those deformed bodies in the barrels." He watched her as she took a deep drag on her cigarette, slowly releasing the smoke from her lungs. "You were there with me so I wondered if you were also having trouble slee…"
"I haven't, actually. I've been sleeping just fine" her voice was stern, as if she it was masking for something. "But I suggest that you see a therapist if you want, I can ask Taylor to assign someone else to replace you on the case."
"No, that's not what I want," he said. He looked at her and decided to expose the real reason for his being there. "I lied." She turned to face him, her eyes inquisitive. "What I just said about not being able to sleep, that's not true. I said it because I noticed that you've been having trouble with this case and I thought if I told you something you could relate to, it will help you," he confessed.
"How would it help me?" Andy could detect the sarcasm that crept into her voice.
"To understand that you are not alone," he replied. "You are not alone, Sharon." It was the first time he ever called her by her first name and she liked the way it came out of his mouth, as if his tongue stroked her name before mouthing it. Andy could see the tears rising in her eyes. "It's okay, you know, to feel upset about a case. We all get those cases that make us break down."
"Andy, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need your help." She turned to face him and he looked at her for a long moment.
"You're one of those people, who have a lot of trouble opening up to others, aren't you?" He asked.
"Maybe," she replied, unsure where this was leading.
"And I don't know what you've been through in your life that made you this way, but I just want you to know that I am here for you if you ever want to talk about anything." His voice was soft and she felt a flutter in her stomach that she was trying to push down and bury.
"Thank you," she replied. He smiled at her and brought his hand to her mouth, quickly snatching the cigarette from between her lips and throwing it off the balcony. The lighted end flickered before disappearing somewhere in the darkness.
"This shit is going to kill you," he grinned. "If you really want to pick a bad habit, try biting your nails; or you could engage in a healthy habit to relieve your stress, wrestling, for example."
"Wrestling?" Sharon quirked her eyebrow.
"Yes, I can teach you. Meet me at the gym tomorrow after work, okay?" Before she could reply, he gave her one of his oh-so-charming smiles and walked out of the balcony, showing himself out of her apartment. She stood there for a long moment, touching her lips, where his thumb grazed her when he took the cigarette from her. She could feel her lips involuntary curving up in a cynical and blissfully evil grin as she thought of their meeting at the gym on the next day.