Her long hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of tousled layers. He couldn't tell if it was red or brown in the low lights of the club. She was holding a martini as she shimmied next to a high topped table, her free hand entangled with another young blond woman's. It was obvious she was singing along to the song coming through the sound system as she threw her head back, making her hair fall even further down her back, which was clad in an incredibly well-fitting pencil skirt and a sheer leopard print chemise. There was something oddly familiar about her, but Andy couldn't quite place what it was.

"You're staring." Provenza snorted as he took another sip of his beer. Andy laughed and pointed toward the group of young women.

"The redhead..or is she brunette? Whatever she is...she's a good one."

Provenza glanced at her and nodded agreeably, "The whole lot is great...but I'm not sure they bat for our team. Those two are awfully cuddly."

As the song ended, the two women let go of each other and laughed, then sipped their drinks. The blond sat down to talk with the other women at the table, but the redheaded brunette sat her empty martini glass down and walked towards the bar, going for another. Andy watched her for a moment, then decided to seize the opportunity. With a raised eyebrow, he nodded at Provenza then left him at the table and headed straight for the bar where she was standing. He smirked as he stood next to her, then winked at the bartender. With a knowing nod back, the bartender came right over to him and ignored the woman to Andy's left.

"Andy, my man," the young man exclaimed, offering his hand for a quick handshake, "you been standing here long? Sorry we're so slammed!"

Andy shook his head and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. "Nah, not been here too long. How ya been? Good?"

"Yea, yea, great. Got some gigs here and there...still working full time here. Can't complain." The young man started in on Andy's cranberry and soda, then sighed, "What does the old man want?"

The redhead pursed her lips as she waited. The bar was busy-did they really need to stand there and chat? It was more than a little rude. Her face tense, highlighting the start of laugh lines around her mouth, she shot Andy a quick glare. Andy saw her out of the corner of his eye and smirked.

"I'm sorry, Cory. This young woman was here before me. Go ahead and serve her, then we can finish our little chat."

She raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. Even she had to admit it was a clever way to pick someone up. "Thank you." Her voice was curt, familiar. She reminded him vaguely of someone, but he couldn't put his finger on who.

"No problem. Saw you're with a group. I'm sure you're eager to get back over there. Cory, put her drink on my tab so I can apologize for being so rude and cutting in front of her."

Christine sighed. This guy was smooth. "Thanks, again." She smiled a small smile as she waited for her dirty martini to be served on the bar.

"I'm Andy." he said quietly, holding out her hand to shake it, "And I'm probably old enough to be your dad, so no I'm not hitting on you."

Christine took his hand and shook it firmly. "Christine..and that's a shame." She took her martini off the bar and winked at him, then sauntered back to her table of girlfriends.

"Hook another one?" Cory laughed, popping the top off the beer he knew Provenza would drink. Andy laughed with him, nodding his head. "Maybe..maybe. She reminds me of someone. She come in here often?"

"Couple times a month, maybe. Usually several days in a row, then she's gone for a while. I think she's an out of towner. Heard her mention law before."

Andy grabbed his drinks, "thanks for being my wingman. Again." Cory nodded as Andy walked back to the table where Provenza was sitting, watching the group. "Any luck?" Provenza muttered as he took the beer and sipped. He knew all of Andy's tricks for picking up women and had to admit that was still the best one of them all.

Andy leaned back against his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "Maybe."

"Momma?" Christine called out as she entered the small condo. Sharon was perched on the couch, reading a novel, her glasses resting on the end of her nose. "Hi baby," she muttered quietly, trying to get to the end of her paragraph before her daughter came in the living room.

Christine walked around the couch, sat down next to her Mom and kicked her pumps off. Sharon finished her page and dog eared it, setting the book down on the coffee table.

"How were the girls?" She grinned at her daughter. Having her home made her happy; she loved her monthly visits, even if the house was a little crowded now with Rusty living with her.

Christine flopped over and laid her head in Sharon's lap. She grabbed her Mom's hand and placed it on top of her head, silently asking Sharon to play with her hair. "They were good. Same as usual. Melody's divorce is almost final, so we did a little bit of early celebrating."

Sharon bent down and kissed her daughter square on the forehead. She was nearly 30 but to Sharon she was still a baby, her baby. She ran her hands through her daughter's long hair, gently combing out the tangles. "Good for Melody. I'm so glad she's nearly done with that boy. You know I'm not a fan of divorce, but she needs to be rid of him." Melody, Samantha, Nicole-they were all practically Sharon's own kids. They'd grown up in her house and she loved them all. Her maternal concern was apparent on her face as they spoke about her friends. Christine smiled up at her mom. It was sweet she still cared about them so much.

"You should come out with us tomorrow night, Mom. The girls would love to see you...and we all know you've got some killer moves left in those hips." She smirked as she reached back and smacked her Mom on the side of her leg.

Sharon contemplated the idea for a moment and finally nodded, "Why not? It'll be nice not to be at home for the evening, but I am NOT dancing, young lady."

Christine laughed as she sat up. "Mhm...you forget I know how many martinis it takes to get your wild side to come out, Mom."

Sharon sat at her desk, disappointed she was going to be late to dinner. Maybe it was just as well. Her daughter insisted on dinner in a club instead of at a proper restaurant. It had been years and years since Sharon had stepped foot in a club for anything other than undercover work. Even then, she usually left it up to Amy if she could. She just didn't quite fit the club scene. Ever. She pulled out her phone to text Christine.

Sharon: Hey baby. Running behind on a case. Maybe there in an hour? Love you. -Mom

Christine: Okay-we'll get drinks. The girls were excited you're coming. YOU HAVE ONE HOUR, WOMAN. xoxoxo. -Daughter

Sharon laughed. Signing 'Mom' at the end of her texts was something she'd done when cell phones first became popular, back when her kids were in high school. She still didn't quite know how to use all the technology that inundated her daily life, though she was getting better with her new iPhone and she learned, after being thoroughly embarrassed by both her son and daughter, that signing your name or title after your text was wholly unnecessary. Still, it'd become a sweet, fun thing between the three of them.

Sharon: Ok, ok. Be there in an hour, I solemnly swear, your honor. -Mom

She slid her phone back in to her purse and did her best to finish up in time to get there before 7:00.

Christine sat close to Andy at the table, trying to hear him over the music. She'd hoped he'd be there again and was pleasantly surprised when he walked up to her small group with a martini in his hand for her. She felt bad about leaving the girls for a little while, but she'd go back once her Mom got there.

"So, what do you do, Christine?" he asked politely, smirking at her as she scooted her bar stool closer to his.

"I'm a lawyer. Working towards partner in my parent's law firm." She sipped her drink and flipped her long red hair out of her face. Yes, it was definitely red, though it was very dark and matched her olive complexion well. It made her look exotic. Andy looked her up and down and smiled. She was still familiar, and he still couldn't place why. Her bright blues eyes pierced him as she stared back, a tight lipped smirk across her face. There was something about her nose-she held her tension in her mouth. Who else did he know that did that?

Andy placed an arm on the back of her chair, leaning in to her. "So are both your parents lawyers, then? Hell, that's quite the lucrative family business."

Christine shook her head and set her drink down, "Nah, my Mom works here in LA. She doesn't do law..well, not in that sense. The firm is back in New York- my Dad relocated it about twenty years ago. We still have clients out here, so I take most of the LA cases. That way I can see my Mom about once a month and she doesn't have to deal with my Dad."

Andy felt oddly uncomfortable. Christine was pretty. No, Christine was gorgeous. The more she spoke, however, the more familiar she became. He didn't quite know what it was, but he reminded her of someone he wasn't supposed to like. He contemplated her face again. Why did she look so damn familiar? And why was it making him so damn nervous?

Sharon walked in to the club, clad in a pair of dark bootcut jeans, stilettos, and a tank top. The stress of work lately had made her drop even more weight, and her slender arms looked fantastic in her sleeveless shirt thanks to all the swimming she'd been doing in her free time while Rusty shot hoops at the gym. She looked appropriate for her age, but she also looked appropriate for being in a club. She'd straightened her hair that day and pinned her bangs back on top of her head, one of her signature hairstyles. She'd freshened up her make up before she left the office, so she looked quite good. "How are my four favorite girls?!" she exclaimed as she rounded the corner to the table, extending her arms to wrap Melody and Nicole in a hug. "Momma Sharon!" They all squealed, jumping up to hug her back. Samantha rushed around the table and hugged her tight. She really had been their surrogate Mom when they were all teenagers. They hugged for a moment, then Sharon pulled up a seat, looking around.

"So I see three of my favorite girls are here, but where is the pain in the ass I actually bore out of this group?"

Nicole rolled her eyes and sipped a margarita. "She's off flirting with some man, of course."

Sharon laughed as she looked over the drink menu, nodding her head reminiscently. "Raydor women. They've always been man eaters," she smirked, raising her eyebrows mischievously at the girls.

Sharon walked up to the bar and ordered herself a martini. Andy took no notice of the redhead at the bar as he strolled along to get two more drinks from him and Christine. He stopped next to his captain, not recognizing her from behind in such casual and quite frankly, revealing clothing. "I'll have a dry martini please, vodka, with lavender."

He recognized the voice immediately as he heard it. Sharon Raydor, bitch extraordinaire. He looked down, hoping she wouldn't notice him, but he couldn't help but notice her. She had great long layered hair... red, too. She was fit. More fit than he'd ever noticed before, and her cleavage looked amazing in her little black tank. Andy noticed, for the first time, that Sharon Raydor was a woman, and a fine one at that. Sharon turned and caught Andy's eye, surprised and a little embarrassed. She tried to readjust the straps on her top with a drink in her hand, feeling overly exposed to subordinate. "Hello, lieutenant Flynn." she said politely, taking a large sip of her martini.

Andy looked down, "Evening, Captain. I wasn't aware you came here often."

"I don't. Just here to meet a few friends, and my daughter."

Daughter. THAT was why Christine looked so damn familiar. Of course, he finds a good looking woman, and its the wicked witch, version two. Damn. His luck lately had been less than awesome, but Raydor's daughter? He'd never heard the end of this one. Christine walked up behind Andy and smiled, resting a hand on his arm. "Momma, this is the man I told you about last night."

Sharon's mouth was agape, as was Andy's. "Oh, well, I see, honey." Sharon stumbled over her words, something she would have never done if she were in the office and not at a bar. "He's uh... yep." Sharon pursed her lips and averted her eyes, bringing her martini to her mouth for another long gulp. She was going to need another one. Very soon.

Christine watched the exchange between her Mother and her new friend, fascinated. "Do you know him from somewhere, Mom?"

Sharon sputtered again and couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, I know him. He is one of my lieutenants, Christine."

Andy raised his eyebrows, a wall of realization smacking him hard in the face, "So, Sharon Raydor is your mother? You're Christine Raydor, who just took on the Simpson case. It all makes sense now... except it doesn't. If I drank, I would need one right about now."

Christine paused for a moment, then let out a loud laugh. "Only in LA. Biggest damn city on the west coast and you still manage to get picked up by your Mom's employee. Awesome place, this is."

Sharon shook her head, her cheeks on fire with embarrassment. Being a dick to her in the squad room was one thing, but picking up on her kid? She was at least 25 years his junior! That man! "Well, Christine," Sharon said calmly with a tone that suggested she'd kill them both later, "We should get back to our dinner plans. It was nice to see you, lieutenant Flynn." With that, Sharon grabbed her daughter by the arm, a little tighter than she should have, and walked her back to their table.

Andy watched them go as realization after realization dawned on him. He was attracted to Christine because... because well, damn. He was attracted to Sharon. Very attracted to Sharon.

Sharon stomped back to her bedroom and put her yoga pants and an oversized police sweatshirt on. THIS is why she never goes to bars. They are always full of disappointment and nonsense. How dare Andy Flynn hit on her child. She stumbled back in to the kitchen, clearly grumpy, and grabbed a bottle of wine and some chocolate. "I'm going on the patio Chris. Want to join?"

"Sure, Mom." She said softly, wondering why the evening had gotten her so riled up.

"Do you like that guy, Christy?" She was already nursing her wine as she looked down the balcony at the city below.

"Like? I don't know, Mom. I don't know him. He bought me a couple drinks and we had a nice talk."

"Well, he certainly thought you were lovely." The twinge of hurt in her voice was obvious. Christine moved closer to her Mom and wrapped her arms around her.

"Momma, whats this all about? Why are you so upset?"

Sharon sighed. She wasn't sure why it made her so upset. Andy had never seen her daughter before, its not like there was any way he could've known. 'I don't know.. I just... you're my baby and I don't want some detective's dirty paws all over you. Besides which, he calls me a bitch, is terrible to me at work, then her turns around and hits on my carbon copy... my younger, prettier, more exotic carbon copy, but STILL. You look just like me, save for your coloring. How the hell does he think I'm the wicked witch of the west and then turn around and hit on you?" Her frustration, and her hurt, was obvious to her daughter. She gave her Mom and big squeeze and rested her head in the middle of her back.

"Mom, don't shoot me for saying this, but have you ever considered that maybe you have feelings for Andy Flynn?"

Sharon balked at her daughter's accusation. "FEELINGS? For FLYNN? Yes, I've got some feelings for Flynn. They usually involve words like smarmy, slippery, bastard, pain in my ass, difficult...would you like me to continue? Because I can, I've got some time."

Christine shook her head and laughed. So typical of her Mom to be blindsided by her own emotion. "Just think about it, Mom. I think you have feelings for the guy."

Sharon sighed heavily and downed the rest of her wine. She didn't need to think about having feelings for Andy Flynn. She knew she had them, and her little outburst this evening had proved it.