Love Games 3/?
Title: Love Games 3?
Rating: I’d give it a PG-13 for now.
Pairing:Brenda/Sharon
Disclaimer: I do not own the Closer, nor the lovely Mary Mcdonnell or Kyra Sedgwick
Spoilers: Um, any episode with Sharon is fair game, but I'm not planning to specifically reference any at the moment.
Summary: Sharon finds it impossible not to mess with Brenda, and Brenda reveals how her life has changed recently.
Author Note: So it has been months since I updated!! I am so so sorry, but my life literally exploded! School got insane, things happened to me, and somehow I found myself finding out personally what poor Brenda experienced during Laws of Attraction( a pg 13 version though). But things have calmed down, so please enjoy!! Oh, and I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my new, wonderful Beta, mirandaminerva , Without her help, this chapter would have been riddled with stupid mistakes and not as well thought out!
Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
Cutting her engine to her Mazda, Brenda sat looking down the street to Police Headquarters, her head resting against the wheel. She had spent too many hours the previous night detoxing from a lack of sugar at work, andfound her kitchen cupboards terrifyingly bare of sweets.
As a result, she had spent the entire night tossing and turning in a cold and empty bed.
It was those lonely, sugar free nights that Brenda truly missed the company of Fritz. He always remembered to keep the cupboards stocked, particularly with Brenda's favorite sugary delights. And on those restless nights, he was there to warm the bed and stave off the loneliness that invariably plagued Brenda.
With a sigh, Brenda realized five months had lapsed since the night Fritz had left for good. Ever since the Chief of Police fiasco, tensions had run high between the two of them. Fighting had become a commonplace occurrence. It had initially begun over minor details, like unmade dinners or dirty dishes, but they had quickly escalated to explosions over the increasing amount of time Brenda spent at work.
The fighting had climaxed one swampy LA night, when Fritz had received an offer for a substantial promotion in D.C. He had the opportunity to head the entire terrorism department, and the increased salary was enticing. Brenda, though, adamantly refused to abandon her work. How could she? It was her life's passion, the driving force behind her life; solving murders gave her life meaning, and there was no way Brenda was about to discard all that just to go play the dutiful housewife all the way across the country.
"Play housewife?" Fritz's words still echoed through Brenda's head to this day. "Is that what this marriage has boiled down to?!"
In an angry huff, Fritz had stormed out, probably to go find an AA meeting.
Though in the following weeks, Brenda and Fritz had attempted to fix the broken mess that their marriage had become, it was increasingly clear that their partnership was over. So one night, five months ago, Fritz had left. He fled all the way to Washington D.C. to escape Brenda.
And now she was all alone.
Instead of waking up to a steaming cup of coffee every morning, Brenda awoke to an empty bed, where the only creature warming her frigid sheets was Joel, the kitten.
She didn't fault Fritz for leaving. The atmosphere within their marriage had become poisonous, a venomous snake poised to destroy them both in one bite if Brenda had abandoned her job in LA. She could not become a housewife, and Fritz could not continue to put off his own happiness for her own.
Lifting her head from the steering wheel, Brenda's hand flitted over to her large, Mary Poppins sized purse. She pulled out an assorted bag of candy, filled with a wide variety of chocolates and sugary sweets -- enough to put Brenda into a voluntary sugar coma. Brenda had stopped at the local grocery store, run by an elderly couple who liked to set aside a pound of Lemon Drops for whenever she came around, in order to replenish the stash Raydor kidnapped.
Her soft pink lips parted with greed as she unwrapped a Reese's cup, the blissful chocolate scent swirled around her nose. The first bite into the succulent treat caused her taste buds to explode as the taste flooded her mouth. Sweet, Sweet chocolate.
When she finished the Reese's cup, Brenda felt as if the last few weeks of stress had momentarily dissipated, leaving her cheerful and more than a little eager to face the day.
Emerging from her Mazda, with her purse full of sweets slung over her shoulder, a strange thought flitted across her mind. Would she stumble across the path of Raydor today? Or should she expect retaliation for her Hannah Montana juvenile prank?
Though Raydor had begun this war to aggravate her, Brenda felt a twinge of excitement over the possibility of a continued back and forth. It was an exciting challenge. And a challenge was what Brenda had been cravingly lately, even more than sweets.
A smug grin spread across her face as Brenda marched off to face the day.
And a fine day it was. The scent of lavender permeated the air. The sun shined above, threatening to place freckles upon Brenda's usually faultless face.
Even the cacophony of cars honking in morning traffic did little to spoil her mood.
Raydor or not, she had candy and she could tackle almost anything.
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Sharon glanced at her watch for the fourth time in the last ten minutes.
Chief Johnson appeared to be running a little late. The older brunette waited quietly, hiding in the shadows in the hallway alcove near the chief's office.
Not only did Sharon look suspicious, hiding in the shadows sure did not improve her reputation , she was already known for being the black thorn in the police department’s side, for acting sneaking around to further her department’s goal. She was getting anxious waiting. The Atlantic blonde better hurry or she'd be forced to go to Plan B.
Plan B involved a video camera, though. Sharon did not look forward to "commandeering" a camera right beneath Major Crimes’ nose. Tao and Buzz probably have all electronics under lock and key.
The telltale sign of kitten heels clicking against the linoleum floor signaled the arrival of the overdue sugar addict. A Cheshire grin, showing her full set of teeth, spread across Sharon's gleeful face . It was time.
In a split second, she slipped further back into the alcove, shrouding herself in shadows to avoid detection.
A whirlwind of voices and laughter hit Sharon's ears as Hurricane Johnson blew into the far end of the hallway. "Boys, " Came the soft southern twang, "I'm goin' throw something in my desk, then I want to be out of here in two shakes of a sheep's tail."
Sharon's heartbeat increased in anticipation, with the shadows cloaking her in safety. The long approach of the blonde aggravation seemed to take a decade as she watched, clutching the small metallic object in her hand. She had to get her timing exactly right, or this little pay back of hers would be ruined.
The grin on Sharon's face seemed to become impossibly bigger, as Brenda passed her little nook in the hallway. In response, she clutched the object in her pristine hands tighter.
It all seemed to happen in a mere moment. Brenda crossed the threshold into her office, and the trip wire snapped, triggering an enormous shower of multicolored wrappers to descend down upon her from above.
Wrappers of Snickers bars, Almond Joys, and Reese’s Cups, to name a few, tumbled through the air down upon Brenda. They lodged themselves within her golden hair and found spots to land on her pastel dress and blazer. One thing was clear from the amount that fell, the wrappers could have previously filled a drawer. A desk drawer.
With a screech, Brenda whirled around to face the hallway. Sharon acted, knowing this was her one and only shot.
Swift as a gazelle, Sharon emerged from the shadows and raised the camera.
Snap.
The camera captured the image of a surprised and enraged Brenda for all of eternity with cheeks flushed, eyes wide in anger, and a drawer full of candy wrappers covering every possible inch.
"Thank you, Chief." Sharon said calmly, her eyebrow high in silent amusement. "Next time, try not to avoid completing the necessary paperwork. We don't want any more chocolate casualties."
Sharon ventured a smirk at the flabbergasted Chief before she turned, her head help high, and strutted down the hallway towards the bullpen.
She could not believe she had gone through with her plan. But as unprofessional and superfluous the little prank had been, Sharon couldn’t help but feel pride towards her actions. She enjoyed toying with the Chief, more than she really should. It gave her a rush of excitement that made her toes and fingertips tingle and her heart dance in glee. And she didn't have any plans to stop.
Sharon believed she was already too addicted to stop. Plus, there was little doubt Chief Johnson would retaliate and under no circumstances could that woman ever win
As she passed the confused members of Major Crimes on her way to the elevator, Sharon could not help but to wave cheerfully to them. "Hello Boys. Delightful day, isn't it?"
‘Kiss up’ Gabriel, who looked like he had been about to rush down the hallway towards the officer responded suspiciously, "Is everything ok with the Chief, Captain?"
"Everything is quite fine, I believe. More than fine." She gave him an over-enthusiastic smile.
The elevators dinged, announcing their arrival, and Sharon stepped aboard. As the doors began to close, she could just hear in the distance a shriek. "That woman!" She laughed loudly, leaning against the elevator wall. The ball was in Brenda's court, and Sharon for one, could not wait to see what she came up with.
TBC.
Rating: I’d give it a PG-13 for now.
Pairing:Brenda/Sharon
Disclaimer: I do not own the Closer, nor the lovely Mary Mcdonnell or Kyra Sedgwick
Spoilers: Um, any episode with Sharon is fair game, but I'm not planning to specifically reference any at the moment.
Summary: Sharon finds it impossible not to mess with Brenda, and Brenda reveals how her life has changed recently.
Author Note: So it has been months since I updated!! I am so so sorry, but my life literally exploded! School got insane, things happened to me, and somehow I found myself finding out personally what poor Brenda experienced during Laws of Attraction( a pg 13 version though). But things have calmed down, so please enjoy!! Oh, and I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my new, wonderful Beta, mirandaminerva , Without her help, this chapter would have been riddled with stupid mistakes and not as well thought out!
Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
Cutting her engine to her Mazda, Brenda sat looking down the street to Police Headquarters, her head resting against the wheel. She had spent too many hours the previous night detoxing from a lack of sugar at work, andfound her kitchen cupboards terrifyingly bare of sweets.
As a result, she had spent the entire night tossing and turning in a cold and empty bed.
It was those lonely, sugar free nights that Brenda truly missed the company of Fritz. He always remembered to keep the cupboards stocked, particularly with Brenda's favorite sugary delights. And on those restless nights, he was there to warm the bed and stave off the loneliness that invariably plagued Brenda.
With a sigh, Brenda realized five months had lapsed since the night Fritz had left for good. Ever since the Chief of Police fiasco, tensions had run high between the two of them. Fighting had become a commonplace occurrence. It had initially begun over minor details, like unmade dinners or dirty dishes, but they had quickly escalated to explosions over the increasing amount of time Brenda spent at work.
The fighting had climaxed one swampy LA night, when Fritz had received an offer for a substantial promotion in D.C. He had the opportunity to head the entire terrorism department, and the increased salary was enticing. Brenda, though, adamantly refused to abandon her work. How could she? It was her life's passion, the driving force behind her life; solving murders gave her life meaning, and there was no way Brenda was about to discard all that just to go play the dutiful housewife all the way across the country.
"Play housewife?" Fritz's words still echoed through Brenda's head to this day. "Is that what this marriage has boiled down to?!"
In an angry huff, Fritz had stormed out, probably to go find an AA meeting.
Though in the following weeks, Brenda and Fritz had attempted to fix the broken mess that their marriage had become, it was increasingly clear that their partnership was over. So one night, five months ago, Fritz had left. He fled all the way to Washington D.C. to escape Brenda.
And now she was all alone.
Instead of waking up to a steaming cup of coffee every morning, Brenda awoke to an empty bed, where the only creature warming her frigid sheets was Joel, the kitten.
She didn't fault Fritz for leaving. The atmosphere within their marriage had become poisonous, a venomous snake poised to destroy them both in one bite if Brenda had abandoned her job in LA. She could not become a housewife, and Fritz could not continue to put off his own happiness for her own.
Lifting her head from the steering wheel, Brenda's hand flitted over to her large, Mary Poppins sized purse. She pulled out an assorted bag of candy, filled with a wide variety of chocolates and sugary sweets -- enough to put Brenda into a voluntary sugar coma. Brenda had stopped at the local grocery store, run by an elderly couple who liked to set aside a pound of Lemon Drops for whenever she came around, in order to replenish the stash Raydor kidnapped.
Her soft pink lips parted with greed as she unwrapped a Reese's cup, the blissful chocolate scent swirled around her nose. The first bite into the succulent treat caused her taste buds to explode as the taste flooded her mouth. Sweet, Sweet chocolate.
When she finished the Reese's cup, Brenda felt as if the last few weeks of stress had momentarily dissipated, leaving her cheerful and more than a little eager to face the day.
Emerging from her Mazda, with her purse full of sweets slung over her shoulder, a strange thought flitted across her mind. Would she stumble across the path of Raydor today? Or should she expect retaliation for her Hannah Montana juvenile prank?
Though Raydor had begun this war to aggravate her, Brenda felt a twinge of excitement over the possibility of a continued back and forth. It was an exciting challenge. And a challenge was what Brenda had been cravingly lately, even more than sweets.
A smug grin spread across her face as Brenda marched off to face the day.
And a fine day it was. The scent of lavender permeated the air. The sun shined above, threatening to place freckles upon Brenda's usually faultless face.
Even the cacophony of cars honking in morning traffic did little to spoil her mood.
Raydor or not, she had candy and she could tackle almost anything.
XXXX
Sharon glanced at her watch for the fourth time in the last ten minutes.
Chief Johnson appeared to be running a little late. The older brunette waited quietly, hiding in the shadows in the hallway alcove near the chief's office.
Not only did Sharon look suspicious, hiding in the shadows sure did not improve her reputation , she was already known for being the black thorn in the police department’s side, for acting sneaking around to further her department’s goal. She was getting anxious waiting. The Atlantic blonde better hurry or she'd be forced to go to Plan B.
Plan B involved a video camera, though. Sharon did not look forward to "commandeering" a camera right beneath Major Crimes’ nose. Tao and Buzz probably have all electronics under lock and key.
The telltale sign of kitten heels clicking against the linoleum floor signaled the arrival of the overdue sugar addict. A Cheshire grin, showing her full set of teeth, spread across Sharon's gleeful face . It was time.
In a split second, she slipped further back into the alcove, shrouding herself in shadows to avoid detection.
A whirlwind of voices and laughter hit Sharon's ears as Hurricane Johnson blew into the far end of the hallway. "Boys, " Came the soft southern twang, "I'm goin' throw something in my desk, then I want to be out of here in two shakes of a sheep's tail."
Sharon's heartbeat increased in anticipation, with the shadows cloaking her in safety. The long approach of the blonde aggravation seemed to take a decade as she watched, clutching the small metallic object in her hand. She had to get her timing exactly right, or this little pay back of hers would be ruined.
The grin on Sharon's face seemed to become impossibly bigger, as Brenda passed her little nook in the hallway. In response, she clutched the object in her pristine hands tighter.
It all seemed to happen in a mere moment. Brenda crossed the threshold into her office, and the trip wire snapped, triggering an enormous shower of multicolored wrappers to descend down upon her from above.
Wrappers of Snickers bars, Almond Joys, and Reese’s Cups, to name a few, tumbled through the air down upon Brenda. They lodged themselves within her golden hair and found spots to land on her pastel dress and blazer. One thing was clear from the amount that fell, the wrappers could have previously filled a drawer. A desk drawer.
With a screech, Brenda whirled around to face the hallway. Sharon acted, knowing this was her one and only shot.
Swift as a gazelle, Sharon emerged from the shadows and raised the camera.
Snap.
The camera captured the image of a surprised and enraged Brenda for all of eternity with cheeks flushed, eyes wide in anger, and a drawer full of candy wrappers covering every possible inch.
"Thank you, Chief." Sharon said calmly, her eyebrow high in silent amusement. "Next time, try not to avoid completing the necessary paperwork. We don't want any more chocolate casualties."
Sharon ventured a smirk at the flabbergasted Chief before she turned, her head help high, and strutted down the hallway towards the bullpen.
She could not believe she had gone through with her plan. But as unprofessional and superfluous the little prank had been, Sharon couldn’t help but feel pride towards her actions. She enjoyed toying with the Chief, more than she really should. It gave her a rush of excitement that made her toes and fingertips tingle and her heart dance in glee. And she didn't have any plans to stop.
Sharon believed she was already too addicted to stop. Plus, there was little doubt Chief Johnson would retaliate and under no circumstances could that woman ever win
As she passed the confused members of Major Crimes on her way to the elevator, Sharon could not help but to wave cheerfully to them. "Hello Boys. Delightful day, isn't it?"
‘Kiss up’ Gabriel, who looked like he had been about to rush down the hallway towards the officer responded suspiciously, "Is everything ok with the Chief, Captain?"
"Everything is quite fine, I believe. More than fine." She gave him an over-enthusiastic smile.
The elevators dinged, announcing their arrival, and Sharon stepped aboard. As the doors began to close, she could just hear in the distance a shriek. "That woman!" She laughed loudly, leaning against the elevator wall. The ball was in Brenda's court, and Sharon for one, could not wait to see what she came up with.
TBC.