Lieutenant Andy Flynn shut down his computer and pushed back his chair. He took the gray sports coat from the backrest and slipped it on, then followed the rest of the guys from Major Crimes to the elevator.

"Wait! I have to get my keys. I left them in my desk. You guys go on. I'll catch the next elevator."

He turned and strolled back to his desk in the murder room as Provenza, Tao, Sanchez, and Gabriel stepped on the elevator without saying a word. Andy opened his top drawer and was immediately distracted by a small red bean bag. He picked it up and tossed it in the air a couple of times before putting it back and retrieving his car keys. The elevator doors opened immediately and he stepped into the empty car, riding in silence to the lobby. He waved at the desk sergeant on his way out of the door. The parking garage still had a number of vehicles in it, but it was void of any people as far as Andy could tell. It was oddly quiet, but he paid it little notice. He turned the corner, in the direction of his car and stopped short.

"What does SHE want?" He wondered. Casually he walked toward his car, coming to a stop before the woman who had perched herself on the hood. She seemed to be waiting for him, sitting lady-like, with her legs crossed at the knee and her foot resting on the front bumper.

"Can I help you Captain Raydor?" He asked, looking her up from her stylish black pumps, to her smooth toned legs, in black stockings, to the short gray skirt that was all business, but suddenly sexy at the same time. His eyes moved up her torso, noticing lacy edges of a navy blue bra, and just a hint of cleavage beneath her white blouse. He felt his pulse surge at the sight of her neck, framed on either side by waves of golden brown curls, and he followed it up to her perfectly shaped lips, and eyes the color of jade. A shiver ran through him as she smiled.

"Lieutenant, you can't keep hiding from me. We need to talk. You have information that I need." Dread filled him. For weeks she had been investigating his team and they had been avoiding her attempts to get cooperation. He was stunned when she reached out her hand and grabbed his belt, pulling him closer to her. She uncrossed her legs and pulled him between her knees while roughly tugging his belt. Andy nervously looked around to make sure that they were not being watched, and felt his trousers slide down his legs to rest at his ankles. He felt her hand close around him and he groaned as she guided him. He rested his hands on her thighs and slid up her skirt to reveal that she was not wearing panties, only a garter belt. He moaned as he eased into her. She leaned back and rested her palms on the hood of his car. Her head rolled back, hair flowing down, exposing more of her neck to him. He kissed her throat, trailing kisses downward. With both hands he ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying. He squeezed her satin covered breasts as she wrapped her long, glorious legs around him. Briefly he wondered how he had never noticed her legs before. Bracing himself with his hands on her hips, he began to plow her hard. Her loud cries of pleasure mixed with his own primal groaning echoed in the empty parking deck, but he didn't have time to care. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had never even thought of her like this, but he wasn't about to stop. If this is what she wanted, he was more than happy to oblige. Oh God she felt so good! He was almost there! The sound she made when she came was all that it took to push him over the edge.

Andy bolted upright and looked around. It was dark. The only light came from the red glow of his alarm clock. The time was 2:38 AM. The realization finally struck. It was all a dream. Andy reached over and turned on his bedside lamp, realizing immediately that he was going to have to change his sheets. He was confused and disturbed by his dream. Why her? Captain Raydor had never been more than an antagonist to him. He had never found her to be attractive. She was too…serious…too goody-goody…too brunette for his tastes, not at all his type. He preferred buxom blondes, who made up for in sex appeal what they lacked in intelligence. He tried, but couldn't shake the image of his superior officer from his mind. Even after he had changed the sheets and taken a cold shower, he could not sleep. Her love noises echoed in his head. He wanted a drink. Fourteen years sober, and he really wanted a drink. Instead he tossed and turned until his alarm went off at 6 AM, then he got out of bed and dressed for work.

Andy was in an ill mood all day. Most of the other men in the department were giving him a wide berth, but not Provenza. His long-time partner and friend enjoyed trying to get a rise out of him, and he just kept poking and prodding him at every turn. Andy couldn't blame him though. If things had been reversed, he would have done the exact same thing. Louie wanted to know what was wrong, but there was no way in hell that Andy would ever tell him about the dream…not in a million years. Provenza would never let him hear the end of it. Fortunately, Captain Raydor's office was up on the tenth floor, not down on the ninth with Major Crimes. She did have a habit of just showing up though, and so Andy was on edge all day. Twice during the day, he found himself playing with the red bean bag, without any memory of having picked it up. This disturbed him, because he didn't know why he had even taken the souvenir. Captain Raydor had really shown her skills as an officer that day. It wasn't often that he got to witness her in the field, but every time he did, he found her to be highly capable as an officer. Last week, she won a lot of merit points with the guys in Major Crimes when she shot a suspect right between the eyes with the very bean bag that now resided in his top drawer. Perhaps he should have just thrown it away. He tried to now, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Eventually, he simply put it back in his drawer again.

To his horror, Captain Raydor appeared in the Murder Room at 12:15 PM. Andy's face flushed and he couldn't help feeling aroused, which angered him. What was he, twelve? He decided to excuse himself in a hurry.

"What do you want!" He yelled angrily at the Captain as he passed by her, not stopping to wait for a reply. He felt her eyes on his back as the stomped down the hallway to the men's room. He heard Tao ask, "What's up with him?"

Captain Raydor was gone when Andy came back to his desk. The other men in the room silently starred at him.

"WHAT?" He snapped.

"Calm down, Flynn. Why are you so uptight today?" Provenza asked.

"I just didn't sleep well last night and I'm tired. I don't feel like being messed with today!"

"Fine, just don't take it out on everybody, alright? Captain Raydor looked really hurt when you yelled at her." Gabriel added.

"Who gives a damn? Just last week you guys were calling her the wicked witch of the west, and Louie, you called her Darth Raydor. Now you're worried about her FEELINGS? I don't get you guys."

"Say what you want about the Captain, but you've got to admit, she went all bad ass with that bean bag rifle!" Sanchez said, trying hard not to smile.

"One lucky shot, and now suddenly everyone wants to kiss her ass." Andy growled. The others decided it was best not to stir a hornet's nest, so they backed off. Andy sat, berating himself for creating a mental image of her fine ass. He looked down to find the red bean bag, once again in his hand. And so the day went.

That evening, Andy walked to the parking garage with the rest of the guys. He was relieved that Sharon Raydor was not masquerading as his hood ornament again. He made plans to go straight to bed when he got home, to try to catch up on his sleep.

Andy climbed the stairs to his bedroom. The house was eerily quiet, but he could hear water running in the bathroom. Steam poured out into his room, and he sneaked a peek around the corner, but could not see through the damp mist. He pulled out his gun and cautiously slipped into the bathroom, inching towards the shower. He heard humming…deep, sultry, and unmistakably feminine. He became aroused. He knew she would be there. He holstered his gun and reached for the shower curtain, sliding it back slowly. Nothing could have prepared him for Sharon Raydor in all of her natural glory, her skin glistening and wet. Her hair was pinned on top of her head and damp ringlets hung around her face and down her neck. She had a hungry look in her eyes. Andy tore at his clothes. He couldn't get them off fast enough. He couldn't take his eyes off of her perfect breasts, round and full, her proud nipples. When he was naked, he climbed in the shower with her and she wrapped herself around him. He kissed her mouth, her neck. For a moment he watched a rivulet of water roll down the slope of her breast and drop off of her erect nipple, just before he took it into his mouth. He sucked it, and teased it with his teeth, pulling ever so gently. She grabbed his hair in her hands and held him to her as his hands roamed all over her slippery body. He heard her cry out his name when his fingers slipped between her legs. Andy turned her around and then pulled her down to the floor of the shower. He sat up with his back against the wall, and she sat in his lap, facing him. She eased down on him. He slid his hands upward, over her ass and up her back as she began to ride him. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, and back again, and it drove her crazy. The noises she made worked him into a frenzy.

"That's right, Sharon!" He cried out. His encouragement seemed to motivate her as she dug her nails into his shoulders and rode him harder and faster.

"Come for me!" He begged. She fell against him as her whole body shuddered. He held her against his chest as he spilled his seed inside her.

Andy opened his eyes, then, closed them again in disgust. Only 1:15 AM. He was dripping in sweat and his heart was racing. Just another dream. He felt the sticky proof in his shorts.

"Damn woman! Get out of my head!" he screamed.

Half an hour later, after washing up (he couldn't deal with a shower right now), putting on clean clothes and his only other set of clean sheets, Andy slipped back into bed. He was hopeful that he still had time to get a decent amount of sleep before the alarm went off. He double-checked his alarm and then closed his eyes.

When he opened them, she was there, in his bed, between his knees, her mouth going to town on his Johnson. He held back her hair and watched as she stroked and sucked him. Her tongue licked him playfully, and then he realized that she was looking at him with those beautiful green eyes. He grabbed fists full of her beautiful hair as he watched her move up and down on him.

"Come here." He growled, gently drawing her up his body. He rolled her over on her back, and positioned himself on top of her.

"What do you want from me Captain?" He demanded through clenched teeth.

"You know what I want." She teased, biting his lower lip. She plunged her tongue into his mouth. He parted her legs with his knees and slipped between them.

"Is this what you want?" He asked driving himself deep inside her.

"YES!" she screamed. He slipped an arm under each of her knees.

"FUCK YOU!" he growled, over and over again as he slammed into her violently. She clawed at his arms, and tore at the sheets. She came violently, but he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped him in her arms. Then the alarm went off. Andy was on his stomach, his face in the pillow. He reached out and turned off the alarm, then grimaced at the wet spot beneath him.

It was quiet in the Murder room. Tao was at his desk, on the phone with his wife. Gabriel was typing up a report. Sanchez and Provenza had gone out to pick up lunch for the group. Andy felt himself nodding off. It had been over a week since the first dream, and he hadn't made it through a single night since then without at least one dream of her. Usually they were different, although a couple of them had been repeated. Andy was exhausted and under a great deal of stress. He wanted to drink so badly, and the temptation was so great. He knew that if he just got drunk he could sleep without dreaming. He rested his head on his desk, and soon he was snoring. He was startled when the phone on his desk rang.

"Hello!" he yelled into the phone, then remembered where he was. "LAPD Major Crimes Division. This is Lieutenant Flynn. Can I help you?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Flynn." His heart started pounding at the sound of her voice. "I think you and I need to talk. I could come down there if it is a good time, or you could come up to FID. It is important."

Andy knew what this was. "You're right," He snapped angrily. "I'll be right there." He slammed the phone down, slid his chair back and bolted for the stairs. He climbed them two at a time, then flung the door open and stomped down the hall to Captain Raydor's office. When he barged in, she was seated behind her desk. Without a word he locked her office door behind him, pulled the blinds shut and then turned back to face the devilish woman who haunted his dreams. Captain Raydor stood up as he approached her, and she backed away from him as he rushed towards her.

"So you want me to chase you now?" he said, unbuckling his trousers. With one sweep Andy slid everything off of her desk into the floor, blocking her escape. She tried to dash by him but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the floor. He sat across her pelvis, too high for a knee to connect with any sensitive areas, not that she didn't try. He pinned her wrists to the floor. He covered her protesting mouth with his own. The smell of her was intoxicating, but something wasn't right. Andy froze in place. He couldn't remember having ever smelled her before. She felt different, and he couldn't understand why was she struggling? Suddenly it was all too clear.

"Oh my God!" He groaned. "No, no, no!" She continued to resist him, but he held her down, as he tried to relieve her fears, and make things right.

"I am so sorry. Please don't fight. I'm not going to hurt you. I can explain this." Andy felt a tear slide down his cheek but he didn't care." Captain Raydor was suddenly still beneath him.

"Lieutenant, are you drinking again?" She asked him calmly, but he could still feel her heart racing.

"No. I wish I were, but no. Will you let me explain?" Before she could answer there was a knock on the door.

"Captain, are you alright?" An FID officer called from the other side.

"Am I alright?" she asked Andy, who nodded.

"I'm fine! Thank you. Go back to what you were doing." After a few seconds, the officer moved on.

"Are you going to let me up?" She asked. Andy couldn't bear to look her in the face, so he rested his cheek against hers.

"Give me a minute, okay? I'm sorry." He whispered as another hot tear stung his cheek.

"Okay then. You're sorry, I believe that you are. I want to help you, but you need to tell me what is going on." She urged.

"I haven't been sleeping. I've been having these dreams…of you." He confessed.

"Homicidal dreams?" she asked.

"No. I know that you have every right to have me brought up on charges for what I've done, but..."

"Just tell me Flynn." She demanded

"Sexual. Very realistic and explicit sexual dreams." He waited for her reaction.

"I see." Was all that she replied.

"I'm exhausted. I haven't slept for more than a week. I was napping at my desk when you called and I thought…"

"You thought it was another dream?" She finished the thought.

"Yes. Everything seemed so hazy and dreamlike…"

"Due to your lack of sleep, I imagine." She rationalized.

"I guess." He agreed. "You aren't going to file charges against me, are you?"

"No. Not if you will let me up and help me get everything back on my desk. My God you made a mess in here." She looked around.

"Thank you, Captain. I'm so sorry."

"You said that already. I believe you." He released her wrists and looked down at her. She lay still on the floor, waiting. He didn't move to get off of her.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked. The question startled both of them.

"Do you think that is wise under the circumstances?" She asked him calmly.

"I don't know about wise, but I really want to kiss you." He admitted. She hesitated.

"Just once." She replied softly. He leaned over her and slowly placed his lips on hers. She moaned softly when their tongues met, and she closed her eyes as the kiss deepened. He felt her fingers in his hair, and he was immediately aroused again. The ringing of the phone startled him and he jumped off of her. Regaining his composure, he extended his hand and helped her to her feet.

"So, we're good then?" She asked, recovering from the kiss.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're good." Andy went to work picking up the things he had knocked off of the Captain's desk as she found and answered the phone.

"FID, Captain Raydor….Yes, Chief, he's here. Sure, I'll let him know….Thanks, bye." She hung up the phone.

"Is she looking for me?" He asked.

"Yes, something about pizza getting cold." Sharon smoothed out her clothing, and the sight of her sliding her hands over her own body sent shivers through his.

"I'd better go. Again, I'm so…."

"Sorry. Yes, I know." She escorted him to the door.

"It's alright! Don't start drinking again…please. "

"I won't." He promised. He thought he would explode when she reached out and tucked the corner of his shirt into the front of his pants. She left her hand on his stomach a little too long afterwards, and he thought he saw her tremble. Neither of them moved to open the door. After a moment, she let out the breath she had been holding, and leaned towards him, resting her forehead on his chest, just under his chin. He gently wrapped his arms around her. She rolled her head to one side and looked up at him. Bending down, he kissed her mouth tenderly as she clung to him. When they parted, she stated the obvious.

"We can't do this." He saw the tears that welled in her eyes, threatening to over flow at any second.

"I know." He agreed, reluctantly letting her go.

"In your dreams…was it nice?" She asked. "No, wait. I don't really need to know that."

"Real life would be better…I think." He said without a doubt in his mind. She looked down, and he saw regret written on her face, but then she nodded resolutely.

"If I continue to plague your dreams, please…just don't let it make you start drinking again. Fourteen years is a long time to succeed, just to have to start over again." He was moved by the genuine concern in her voice. He wanted so much to take her up in his arms again, but instead he flipped the lock on the door and let himself out.

Sharon stood behind her door trying to compose herself. When she made the call to Lieutenant Flynn a few moments ago, she had no idea that events would take this turn. She only knew that he still harbored some resentment against her, and she wanted them to get to the bottom of it so that they could improve their work relationship. When he barged into her office, she literally feared for her safety. He seemed to be hell-bent on hurting her, but then he became so gentle. His confession must have been difficult, which made it all the more convincing. The tears that fell from his eyes to her cheek didn't hurt either. She swallowed hard, remembering the weight of his body on her pelvis, and the feel of his lips on hers. She had forgotten what passion felt like. When Jim left four years ago, she thought she would never feel it again, and she hadn't, until Andy Flynn kissed her.

After making sure that everything was as it should be, Sharon opened the blinds that exposed her office to the rest of FID. It was going to be a long afternoon.

5:30 came and Sharon waited, with purse in hand, for the elevator. When the door opened she stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. The car traveled down one level and stopped. The doors opened and one by one, Chief Pope, Chief Johnson, David Gabriel, Louie Provenza, and Andy Flynn stepped into the car. Sharon felt her heart skip a beat.

"Hello Captain Raydor." Brenda greeted politely.

"Good evening Chief. Chief Pope." She nodded towards Gabriel and Provenza, and then she locked eyes with Andy. He looked so tired, but he managed a weak smile, which she returned. He occupied the space in front of her, and turned to face the door. She was staring ahead at his back when she felt his hand slip into hers. She closed her hand around his and gave a gentle squeeze as he brushed the back of her hand with his thumb. They used their bodies to shield themselves from everyone else. When the elevator reached the first floor, she slipped her hand from his and they all exited to the lobby. The group walked together until they reached the parking garage where they called out their goodbyes and went their own separate ways. Sharon noticed that Andy was walking a few steps behind her. When they were out of sight of the others, she turned to face him.

"Andy, we can't."

"I think I'm parked beside you." He pointed to his car back behind her.

"Oh." She replied, looking over her shoulder at their cars. "Sorry." She giggled nervously as she continued in the direction of her car. Suddenly she felt his arms around her waist as he lifted her off of her feet and carried her between their cars. When he sat her feet back down on the ground they were between the wall and his rear bumper, out of view. She felt him standing so close behind her and her knees started to shake as her heart raced.

"In my first dream, I found you sitting on the hood of my car in this parking deck." He said quietly as her knees gave way. He held her up, and turned her to face him.

"What did we do?" she whispered, her voice quivering. Andy leaned her against the trunk of his car. He placed his hands on her thighs and grasped the hem of her skirt, slowly easing it up.

"Oh God!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the parking structure.

"Try not to be so loud." He cautioned, grinning as he grabbed the sides of her panties and started to tug them down. Sharon bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. Before she had even stepped out of her underwear, he shoved his hand between her thighs and slipped his fingers inside her. She grabbed hold of his arms to steady herself as a moan escaped her lips.

"You are already nice and wet." He whispered as his fingers moved inside her. He flicked his thumb across her hard nub and she nearly shot through the roof.

Andy removed his fingers and unbuckled his belt.

"Andy, we can't do this…" Sharon protested as she tugged his pants down.

"I know we can't." Andy agreed as he lifted her up, smiling.

"We have to stop." She insisted as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck.

"I'll stop." He promised as he entered her. She muffled her cries by burying her face in his neck. Andy was surprised at how small she was. She wasn't heavy at all, which made it less awkward having sex in the standing position. He couldn't have carried on like that for long. He wasn't a young man any more. Fortunately he didn't have to. She was ready for him, and it didn't take much to get her there. It really felt good to be holding on to the real thing. He was right, it was much better than holding on to a dream. As she floated back down to Earth, she whispered his name and he exploded. Afterwards, she held on to him as he lifted her up and set her back on the ground. When her knees stopped shaking, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the lips. Then he knelt down and slipped her panties over her feet and back up her legs before stepping back into his own trousers.

"Oh my God! I can't believe that just happened." She whispered.

"Me either." He said, "But I'm glad it did." He admitted. He waited for her to say something.

"Me too. That was amazing, but we can't."

"I know. I know." He stood up facing her, buckling his belt.

"So you agree. We absolutely cannot do this again."

"Yes. Definitely." He agreed, stepping back to let her walk to her car.

"I only have about a dozen more dreams to tell you about." She quickly snapped around to look at him, and when their eyes met they both started laughing."

"Are they all like this one?" She asked.

"They get progressively better."

"Better?" She asked in disbelief. "I don't know if I could handle it."

"You handled it just fine. They pale in comparison to the real thing." He flirted.

"Do you think you'll dream about me tonight?" She asked, unlocking her car door.

"God I hope so!" He teased.

"Be careful. Get some sleep." She said, suddenly serious.

"I'm going to need my energy."

"Seriously, Andy…" He held up his hand.

"We don't have to do anything else…" She sat down behind the wheel. "That you don't want to do." He added, closing her door. She started the engine and put the window down. Andy stuck his head in and kissed her. Without warning, he slipped his hand into her blouse and bra, giving her boob a gentle squeeze. Sharon moaned, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I can't wait to break these babies out." He admitted. She felt a quickening between her legs as he pinched her sensitive nipple.

"Oh God!" She groaned.

He had only intended to cop a feel, but when she responded by writhing in her seat he kept playing with her, squeezing and rubbing that hard little bud until she was moaning softly in his ear. He couldn't believe how easily she was to play. She was a fine tuned instrument and he was a master musician. He found her mouth and slipped his tongue in, reveling in the sweetness of the moment. He twisted her nipple between his finger and thumb and then she lost it. He couldn't believe how little it took to make her come. Later, as he watched her back her car out of the space and drive away, he was already making plans for their next encounter. He knew this wasn't the end for them. Their story was just beginning.