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They had all shared the same feelings once. Flynn and Provenza went way back. Back to when they were budding drunks in a bar swoon over girls way out of their leagues.

When Provenza first laid eyes on Captain Sharon Raydor in her power suit and all business, he wanted to shoot her. She looked like nothing but trouble, and in truth she was that exactly: nothing but trouble.

She brought with her trouble in the division, trouble in deal-making, trouble in convictions, and trouble in his head. For months on end she was the only thing he could completely focus on.

There was something in the trouble she brought that made him like her.

There was something in the way she brought the trouble that made him like her.

She had gotten the job the old fashion way; by working for it.

He heard from the grapevine she was once a fabulous detective; transferred to FID when she was pregnant with her first child, a little girl, Emily. She stayed there quoting that it was safer. Provenza knew it was because of martial problems. Jack was mostly out with Flynn; out late with Flynn.

He wanted to do something then, maybe offer to take the kids for a night (after all how hard was a three year old and infant?) but there was no reason for her to ever trust him with her kids.

When she was transferred to Major Crimes, and Taylor pulled his crap about "pulling together for the sake of the city", Provenza just wanted to shoot her again.

Flynn, on the other hand, looked like a puppy who had just found home. He wanted to help the Captain in anyway he could. Provenza helped the boy.

She who rules the room, cares for the room.

She who cares for the room, has no one caring for her.

To say he was jealous of his partner's relationship was true.

Provenza had gone through enough wives in his lifetime, last thing he wanted was another, but Sharon O'Dwyer Raydor was different. She made him feel as though he needed to buy out Tiffany's and build a stone castle from the ground up. She made him feel as though a little piece of the sun had just been dropped in the murder room.

She was the world's greatest mother by a long shot. She was caring, compassionate, and loving.

Of all the people in the world, of all the things in the world, Provenza was in love with the one who drove him the most insane.

They solved cases, problems, and simple fights all over LA and within the division. Andy Flynn was her go to guy. Provenza wished that one day, just one, she would be her go to guy for the day. Even if it was just a mere few minutes. Just to be needed by her would worth more than any jewels in the world. He wanted to be the one she called to have by her side. The one that she needed by his side.

It was a simple circle, to want to be needed and need to be needed.

To want to be needed

"Hey, Captain?" Provenza asked cautiously.

"Hmm?" Sharon said, not taring her eyes from the file in her hand.

"Would you ah," Provenza stood and scratched his head. He made his way over to the Captain who was sitting crossed legged on Flynn's desk. "Would you um like to get drinks on night?"

and need to be needed.

"Lieutenant," Sharon whispered looking him in the eyes. "You know the answer to that."

"Right, right," Provenza said, heading back to his chair. "What do we," he was fazed just slightly and berated himself. "What do we have on this suspect?"

He would find common ground. He would find work.

Work. It was something different. It cost him many wives. He knew that they all got together to bitch and moan about him, but he knew at one point they loved him and they knew he loved them. She hummed gently. Oh! What those hums could do him. Her eyes scanned the papers.

"Very little it would appear," Sharon said.

"Captain," Flynn said as he entered her office. "We got him. Buzz triangulated his cell. He had gone to classes that day as if nothing had happened. Sykes and Julio are going to pick him up."

"Or maybe just enough," Sharon addressed Provenza with a smirk. He gave a half hearted smile. Sharon excused herself politely as she followed Andy into the observation room to make sure everything was set for the interrogation.

What does he have that I do not? Provenza asked himself as he stared after his partner and boss. It wasn't the first time he had asked himself that and he doubted it would be the last time, but when he could answer, he would stop asking. They used to be fun, and flirty, and drinking buddies, and they were always getting in trouble, but they always had each other's back.

Life had some nasty plot twists apparently.

Something was off. He could sense it. No, no. More than that, he could feel it. To him the sense was palpable. Most detective's would agree that there is a cop sense, and all acquire it. It wasn't between her and Jack, he had been in the murder room and almost eaten alive.

"Anything that ruins Jack Raydor's day will make mine," Provenza said smartly. He watched her smile grow and she crossed her arms and spun a little in her chair. He watched her for a second before he left. No, it wasn't Jack. She still hated him.

Andy was injured. Something he was sure she might know too. A blood clot— in his carotid artery. Oh the troubles it would bring to her. He had Patrice now, but that was only because she had Andy. Patrice was fabulous but she lacked something. She just wasn't Sharon. The elegance in the woman was something of itself. She had control of herself and her actions at all times. Except, maybe, when alone with Andy. Provenza sighed, he would love to see her loose control.

There were some things in life he would not have.

And those were the things he needed.

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