A Day in the Life -- Brenda/Sharon
author Coco
fandom The Closer
pairing Gen. Brenda/Fritz. Lots of Brenda/Sharon interaction.
rating R
spoilers 5.03 - The episode we’re first introduced to Sharon and we find out what her department is and all that jazz, but really, there aren’t any spoilers.
disclaimers I do not own The Closer or Kyra Sedgwick or Mary McDonnell. BUMMER. I claim no ownership and I make no money off of my fanfiction.
summary Captain Sharon Raydor and Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson take the fandom on a tour of a typical day in their lives. On this particular day their routines intersect… which is always a pleasure…
5:45 AM
Captain Sharon Raydor’s alarm clock blared at 5:45 on the dot like every other morning. Sharon rose swiftly, throwing off the covers and plunging into the cold air of morning. Her toes touched down on the plush carpet of her bedroom enjoying the feeling between her toes as she walked to the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom Sharon’s feet recoiled from the frigid tiles. She turned on the shower and slipped out of her night gown. She stepped into the cascading warm water and revelled in the heat. She preferred to take very hot showers, her skin redenning - as it did every morning - as she stood beneath the stream.
Without her glasses she had to move on instinct. Everything in her shower was arranged in the same way every day so she wouldn’t make any wrong decisions. First she washed her hair with Sunsilk TLC shampoo for color treated hair and then followed up with Sunsilk Nourishing Conditioner which she left in while she washed her body with Kiss My Face pure Olive Oil soap. She rinsed her hair and body, she got out and toweled off.
She blow dried her hair, fluffing up the heavy mound of dark brown waves and then spritzes with Nexxus Weightless Leave-In Conditioner.
At that point she picked up her glasses and slid them onto her face and looked at herself in the mirror for the first time since getting up and grins at her reflection. Every morning when she looks at her reflection she likes to think that it’s how her mother would have looked had she not died so young.
Sharon said a silent ‘I love you, mom,’ like every other morning and went back into the bedroom and stepped into her expansive walk-in closet - the only amenity she would not budge on. She selected her Armani three-piece navy/ivory silk skirt suit she’d set out the night before. As for footwear she reached for her classic black Prada pumps - choosing the two-inch heel over the three for ease of motion.
She sat down at her vanity and used her 12x mirror to apply her dark brown eyeliner and brushed on a soft gray blue eye shadow then applied a barely there lip stain to add just a bit of color to her naturally deep pink lips.
Finally, when she entered her kitchen at 6:21 exactly the coffee pot finished perking her coffee. She filled her travel mug with strong black coffee, grabbed a muffin, an apple and headed for the garage.
6:15 AM
“Brenda,” Fritz said, leaning over the curled up body of his wife who was still stubbornly clinging to sleep. “Your alarm has been going off every five minutes since 5:30 and it’s starting to drive me crazy.”
Brenda groaned and rolled over onto her back, “Fritzy…” she whined, “have mercy on me… I didn’t get in until one last night.”
“Come on,” Fritz slid his arm under Brenda and hauled her up from the bed. She squirmed a little but mostly didn’t fight him. He set her down in the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom.
She stuck her tongue out at his disappearing form and turned on the water for the shower. She washed her hair with Alberto V05 2-in-1 hydrating shampoo/conditioner and used Fritz’s Irish Springs soap bar. She had meant to buy herself a new pack of Dove soap but never remembered when she was at the store.
After she toweled off and dried her hair she went to her bureau and selected a flowery-skirt, paired it with a lace-trimmed pink camisole and a yellow sweater. Choosing a shoe was always a more difficult process for Brenda. It wasn’t that she had a lot of shoes, she had a black boot, a brown boot, ballet flats in black and a brown wedge. Everything she had was kitten-heeled because she valued not falling and breaking her neck.
Finally she chose the brown wedges and walked into the kitchen. Fritz poured her a cup of coffee and set it on the table. Brenda picked it up and sipped it as she opened the fridge, frowning at all of her choices.
“Can I make you an english muffin?” Fritz asked, holding up the sleeve. He looked at his wife’s expression of disappointment and he added, “I can put marmelade on it…”
“Okay, yes, fine.” Brenda sipped her coffee again and set it on the counter and stepped into the pantry closet. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Fritz had walked away out of sight of the closet. She went to the back and pushed things aside until she found the box of chocolate donuts she’d stashed there only a few days prior.
Brenda opened the box, taking in the near orgasmic smell of chocolate and sugary glaze. She pulled one out and took a large bite. She closed her eyes and savoured it as she chewed. She took another bite and then a third and she’d finished the donut.
On her way out of the pantry she nearly ran into Fritz. “Are we out of marmelade?”
“Uh…” Brenda froze.
“Isn’t that what you came in for?”
“Uh… yes, it is.” She turned and plucked a jar of orange marmelade from the shelf. “Here you go.”
He leaned in and kissed her, accepting the jar. “Nice try, you have chocolate donut crumbs all over your mouth.”
She blushed a little and smiled sheepishly. She scooted out past him, picked up the coffee and took a few long swigs, the bitter liquid washing away all the remaining hints of chocolate and sugar.
Fritz took the english muffins out of the toaster oven and buttered his and marmeladed hers. He put it on a plate and set it on the table in a vain attempt to get her to sit and eat. She plucked it off the plate and slipped it into a plastic baggie. “I’ll eat on my way in, I’m already late.” She kissed his cheek and dashed out of the house.
7:00 AM
Sharon Raydor pulled into her parking spot and bit into her muffin in the elevator. Stepping out on the second floor she walked down the hall to the Force Investigation Division room and entered to see most of her underlings already there and working.
“Morning, Captain.” Sargeant Susan Miller handed her a folder. “We have three dead in Ocean Park. One of them’s Officer Peter Singer. He has a bit of a reputation for having a temper.”
“Yes, I remember Officer Singer, I’m responsible for the two official reprimands in his folder. He likes to get into bar fights.” Sharon paused to think, “last I heard he was riding a desk. What happened?”
“Well… the way I understand it is that Chief Delk decided to give a lot of the desk jockeys second chances and he’s one of the ones that went back out.”
“Oh good. Completely ignoring the fact that it was actually Singer’s third chance…” Sharon pushed her glasses up and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“I think it was because the incidents didn’t happen on-duty.” Miller replied. “He wasn’t on duty at the time of the attack.”
“He wasn’t…” Sharon said thoughtfully, looking at the crime scene photo. “Why are we just hearing about this now?”
“Uh… Major Crimes caught it last night…” Miller said hesitantly, knowing how much her boss disliked Chief Johnson.
Sharon gave a small grunt of frustration. “I see that autopsy is scheduled for 7:30.” Sharon looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was only 7:10. Sharon grinned as she decided she would go down and get Dr. Morales to start early.
7:38AM
Brenda hustled from the parking garage to the elevator and rushed into the autopsy room. Slipping on the smock and foot covers she slid into the room.
Her first reaction was surprise at seeing Sharon Raydor leaning over the corpse with Dr. Morales, examining a knifewound to the stomach. She’d specifically tried to avoid calling attention to the fact that one of the victims had been a cop for this very reason and she was shocked to find Sharon there.
Her second reaction was anger that they’d started without her. It was her case!
Dr. Morales looked up and furrowed his brow, “oh Chief, I thought you weren’t coming…”
Brenda pursed her lips, “whatever gave you that idea?”
“Well, because I was told…” he looked over at Sharon Raydor who looked back at him with a look that was calm but also threatening. “Nevermind, I must have just made a mistake.”
Brenda huffed with annoyance, “do we have official COD?” She asked stepping up to the corpse of a young man.
“I’m just examining Officer Singer now. The other two were both shot. Officer Singer was stabbed in the stomach which probably meant that he died from exsanguination, but I won’t know for sure until I get a better look at the wound.”
“You’ve already done the other two?” Brenda demanded with incredulity. “The autopsy was scheduled for 7:30!”
“Captain Raydor asked - I mean… I offered to start early since I was under the impression you weren’t coming…” Dr. Morales was well aware that it was better to have Brenda mad at him than to start a fight between her and Captain Raydor in his presence. Or here in the morgue with all these sharp objects…”
“Captain?” One of the boys from forensics stuck his head into the autopsy room. “I have that ballistics report for you.”
Sharon moved to accept the folder but Brenda snatched it from his hands first. He turned, startled, not having seen her there. Brenda clutched the folder in both hands, silently praying that the shots fired were not from Officer Singer’s weapon and that no force investigation was needed.
Sharon, too, stood poised for Brenda to open the file. She would welcome the opportunity to step off this case and remove herself from Brenda’s presence if the blonde would refrain from being a complete cow about it.
Brenda finally opened the folder and both women took a much needed breath that neither realized they were holding. “The weapon that killed Juan Hernandez and Miguel Montegna was Officer Singer’s service weapon.” Brenda sighed.
Sharon took the folder from her hands and slipped out of the room, “see you on the trail, Chief.”
Brenda narrowed her eyes and turned to Dr. Morales, “what can you tell me about the knife wound sustained by Officer Singer?”
9:12AM
Brenda’s stomach was already growling again as she watched Sanchez writing on the murder board.
Tao said thank you and hung up the phone before turning to the rest of the team. “I just got off the phone with Singer’s ex-wife. She agreed to come in and speak with us. I talked to his partner and there were a lot of ‘off-the-record’ domestic disturbance calls out to the Singers. She’s got no alibi.”
Brenda nodded, “yeah… it doesn’t explain what he was doing there off duty… what his connection with the other two men are… and women don’t typically kill with knives, not premedidated murder, it’s too messy.” Brenda turned around and looked back at the board. “She might point us in a better direction but there’s more to this… What do we have on Hernandez and Montegna?”
“They both have multiple arrests for dealing but nothing really stuck.” Sanchez said, “they have no gang affiliations. As far as I can tell from the canvas and arrest reports they’ve never crossed paths with Officer Singer.”
“Alright,” Brenda rubbed her temples, “this is what we know… Officer Singer shot both Hernandez and Montegna and someone else stabbed Officer Singer and took the knife with them… I’m going to run down to the food court, call me if I’m not back before the ex-wife gets here.”
“Right, Chief,” Flynn agreed.
1:00PM
Sharon’s watch beeped at one and she stood from her desk. She put on her jacket and grabbed her purse and left the office.
“Lunchtime already?” Lieutenant Davidson looked up at the clock. “Mind if I join you?”
“Of course not, Lieutenant.” Sharon nodded. They shared the elevator down. Lately Lieutenant Davidson had been doing his darnedest to flirt with her and she’d tried very hard to discourage him without treating him differently at work.
Once they walked down the street to the food court. Fortunately, Davidson walked to a burger joint and Sharon went over to order sushi. She ordered California rolls and waited for her order to be fulfilled.
She paid for it and joined Davidson at a table. “I don’t know how you can eat raw fish in this heat,” he laughed.
“I don’t know how you can eat hot dogs, do you know how they make hot dogs?” Sharon asked and then said, “tell me what progress you’re making on your case,” hoping to keep the conversation on work.
1:19PM
Brenda stepped out of the interrogation room and felt like hitting her head against the wall. Three dead end interviews in a row.
She was surprised and suspicious that she’d seen neither hide nor luscious hair of Sharon Raydor. She was afraid that Sharon had something that she wasn’t sharing. Usually when their cases overlapped they were tripping all over each other and it made Brenda uneasy that they weren’t this time.
“Chief,” Provenza called, catching up with her in the hallway. “Units said they saw someone sneaking around the crime scene. They weren’t able to make any arrests, whoever it was was already gone. They scared ‘em off.”
“Okay, Lieutenant, you and Sanchez and I are going to take a ride back to the crime scene.” Brenda slung her purse over her shoulder.
1:32PM
Sue stood from her desk when Sharon entered the room. Unlike Major Crimes which took on one case at a time FID was divided into pairs who worked on their own investigations. Sue Miller was the newest addition to Raydor’s team and Raydor had been partnering with her until she understood the procedures. All in all, she’d turned out to be a highly efficient addition.
“My old partner, Mark Keppler, just called. Montegna and Hernandez both have priors for dealing amphetamines. I checked into Officer Singer’s records to see if he had any connections with drugs and I almost missed it but his half brother was in a drug rehabilitation program a couple of years ago. His name is Jonathon Stetson.”
“Do we have an address for him?”
Sue grinned, “well his address on file is for a downtown apartment but Mark said that his folder listed another address as one of his haunts, it’s one of his friends’ places.” She nodded, “and it’s in Ocean Park. Six units up from crime scene.”
Sharon smiled back, “I’ll drive.”
1:34PM
Brenda looked around the crime scene for the second time. This time it was in the light of day and she was hoping a fresh perspective would be the key to solving the whole darn case.
She had to figure it out before Sharon Raydor.
1:47PM
Sharon and Sue stood at the door of unit 23; Sharon knocked a second time. Inside something crashed the floor and a voice cursed.
“Cover the back,” Sharon hissed to Sue. Sue pulled her gun, nodded and disappeared. “LAPD, open up!” Sharon shouted, gripping her weapon. She tried the knob and found it unlocked.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and she saw that the backdoor was wide open. Sue stepped in the open door. Sharon was starting to lower her weapon when Jonathon Stetson shoved her and ran for the open front door.
Sharon flew back against a coffee table but the majority of her weight landed on the couch and she rebounded quickly. “Call for back up,” Sharon yelled, “I’m going to pursue on foot.”
Sharon made it to the stoop and saw Jonathon making haste up the road. “Freeze! LAPD! ” Sharon’s Prada pumps pounded pavement as she hauled ass after him. Her arms pumping wildly, her gun gripped tightly in one hand.
1:52PM
Brenda, Provenza and Sanchez stood on the stoop when Jonathan ran past. “Hm.” Brenda furrowed her brow.
Sharon came around the bend and into view chasing Jonathon. “Is that Captain Raydor?” Provenza asked, stunned.
“What on Earth…?” Brenda’s mouth fell open.
Jonathon reached the end of the cul-de-sac and halted for a moment, considering his options before running for the fence.
“Should we help her?” Sanchez asked. Brenda held up a hand and shook her head.
Sharon skidded to a halt and pulled off her left shoe and threw it at him as hard as she could. The shoe hit him in the head and, startled, he lost his grip on the fence and fell several feet, getting the wind knocked out of him.
Out of breath but triumphant, Sharon jogged up to him, kneeling one knee on his back to keep him down and grabbed his wrists, pulling them behind him, “you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law-”
“What the fuck did you hit me with?” He demanded.
“You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you-”
He jerked underneath her, “was it a shoe? You hit me with a goddamn shoe?!”
Sharon finished mirandizing him and tightened the cuffs and a uniformed officer jogged over to take him off her hands.
“Well, hello Captain.” Brenda smiled sweetly walking up to her.
Sharon pulled on her shoe and nodded her recognition. “Chief.” She pulled the shoe on.
“So, tell me, Captain, where exactly does a stiletto fall on the use of force continuum?” Brenda grinned and Sanchez and Provenza stifled giggles.
TBC...
fandom The Closer
pairing Gen. Brenda/Fritz. Lots of Brenda/Sharon interaction.
rating R
spoilers 5.03 - The episode we’re first introduced to Sharon and we find out what her department is and all that jazz, but really, there aren’t any spoilers.
disclaimers I do not own The Closer or Kyra Sedgwick or Mary McDonnell. BUMMER. I claim no ownership and I make no money off of my fanfiction.
summary Captain Sharon Raydor and Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson take the fandom on a tour of a typical day in their lives. On this particular day their routines intersect… which is always a pleasure…
5:45 AM
Captain Sharon Raydor’s alarm clock blared at 5:45 on the dot like every other morning. Sharon rose swiftly, throwing off the covers and plunging into the cold air of morning. Her toes touched down on the plush carpet of her bedroom enjoying the feeling between her toes as she walked to the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom Sharon’s feet recoiled from the frigid tiles. She turned on the shower and slipped out of her night gown. She stepped into the cascading warm water and revelled in the heat. She preferred to take very hot showers, her skin redenning - as it did every morning - as she stood beneath the stream.
Without her glasses she had to move on instinct. Everything in her shower was arranged in the same way every day so she wouldn’t make any wrong decisions. First she washed her hair with Sunsilk TLC shampoo for color treated hair and then followed up with Sunsilk Nourishing Conditioner which she left in while she washed her body with Kiss My Face pure Olive Oil soap. She rinsed her hair and body, she got out and toweled off.
She blow dried her hair, fluffing up the heavy mound of dark brown waves and then spritzes with Nexxus Weightless Leave-In Conditioner.
At that point she picked up her glasses and slid them onto her face and looked at herself in the mirror for the first time since getting up and grins at her reflection. Every morning when she looks at her reflection she likes to think that it’s how her mother would have looked had she not died so young.
Sharon said a silent ‘I love you, mom,’ like every other morning and went back into the bedroom and stepped into her expansive walk-in closet - the only amenity she would not budge on. She selected her Armani three-piece navy/ivory silk skirt suit she’d set out the night before. As for footwear she reached for her classic black Prada pumps - choosing the two-inch heel over the three for ease of motion.
She sat down at her vanity and used her 12x mirror to apply her dark brown eyeliner and brushed on a soft gray blue eye shadow then applied a barely there lip stain to add just a bit of color to her naturally deep pink lips.
Finally, when she entered her kitchen at 6:21 exactly the coffee pot finished perking her coffee. She filled her travel mug with strong black coffee, grabbed a muffin, an apple and headed for the garage.
6:15 AM
“Brenda,” Fritz said, leaning over the curled up body of his wife who was still stubbornly clinging to sleep. “Your alarm has been going off every five minutes since 5:30 and it’s starting to drive me crazy.”
Brenda groaned and rolled over onto her back, “Fritzy…” she whined, “have mercy on me… I didn’t get in until one last night.”
“Come on,” Fritz slid his arm under Brenda and hauled her up from the bed. She squirmed a little but mostly didn’t fight him. He set her down in the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom.
She stuck her tongue out at his disappearing form and turned on the water for the shower. She washed her hair with Alberto V05 2-in-1 hydrating shampoo/conditioner and used Fritz’s Irish Springs soap bar. She had meant to buy herself a new pack of Dove soap but never remembered when she was at the store.
After she toweled off and dried her hair she went to her bureau and selected a flowery-skirt, paired it with a lace-trimmed pink camisole and a yellow sweater. Choosing a shoe was always a more difficult process for Brenda. It wasn’t that she had a lot of shoes, she had a black boot, a brown boot, ballet flats in black and a brown wedge. Everything she had was kitten-heeled because she valued not falling and breaking her neck.
Finally she chose the brown wedges and walked into the kitchen. Fritz poured her a cup of coffee and set it on the table. Brenda picked it up and sipped it as she opened the fridge, frowning at all of her choices.
“Can I make you an english muffin?” Fritz asked, holding up the sleeve. He looked at his wife’s expression of disappointment and he added, “I can put marmelade on it…”
“Okay, yes, fine.” Brenda sipped her coffee again and set it on the counter and stepped into the pantry closet. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Fritz had walked away out of sight of the closet. She went to the back and pushed things aside until she found the box of chocolate donuts she’d stashed there only a few days prior.
Brenda opened the box, taking in the near orgasmic smell of chocolate and sugary glaze. She pulled one out and took a large bite. She closed her eyes and savoured it as she chewed. She took another bite and then a third and she’d finished the donut.
On her way out of the pantry she nearly ran into Fritz. “Are we out of marmelade?”
“Uh…” Brenda froze.
“Isn’t that what you came in for?”
“Uh… yes, it is.” She turned and plucked a jar of orange marmelade from the shelf. “Here you go.”
He leaned in and kissed her, accepting the jar. “Nice try, you have chocolate donut crumbs all over your mouth.”
She blushed a little and smiled sheepishly. She scooted out past him, picked up the coffee and took a few long swigs, the bitter liquid washing away all the remaining hints of chocolate and sugar.
Fritz took the english muffins out of the toaster oven and buttered his and marmeladed hers. He put it on a plate and set it on the table in a vain attempt to get her to sit and eat. She plucked it off the plate and slipped it into a plastic baggie. “I’ll eat on my way in, I’m already late.” She kissed his cheek and dashed out of the house.
7:00 AM
Sharon Raydor pulled into her parking spot and bit into her muffin in the elevator. Stepping out on the second floor she walked down the hall to the Force Investigation Division room and entered to see most of her underlings already there and working.
“Morning, Captain.” Sargeant Susan Miller handed her a folder. “We have three dead in Ocean Park. One of them’s Officer Peter Singer. He has a bit of a reputation for having a temper.”
“Yes, I remember Officer Singer, I’m responsible for the two official reprimands in his folder. He likes to get into bar fights.” Sharon paused to think, “last I heard he was riding a desk. What happened?”
“Well… the way I understand it is that Chief Delk decided to give a lot of the desk jockeys second chances and he’s one of the ones that went back out.”
“Oh good. Completely ignoring the fact that it was actually Singer’s third chance…” Sharon pushed her glasses up and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“I think it was because the incidents didn’t happen on-duty.” Miller replied. “He wasn’t on duty at the time of the attack.”
“He wasn’t…” Sharon said thoughtfully, looking at the crime scene photo. “Why are we just hearing about this now?”
“Uh… Major Crimes caught it last night…” Miller said hesitantly, knowing how much her boss disliked Chief Johnson.
Sharon gave a small grunt of frustration. “I see that autopsy is scheduled for 7:30.” Sharon looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was only 7:10. Sharon grinned as she decided she would go down and get Dr. Morales to start early.
7:38AM
Brenda hustled from the parking garage to the elevator and rushed into the autopsy room. Slipping on the smock and foot covers she slid into the room.
Her first reaction was surprise at seeing Sharon Raydor leaning over the corpse with Dr. Morales, examining a knifewound to the stomach. She’d specifically tried to avoid calling attention to the fact that one of the victims had been a cop for this very reason and she was shocked to find Sharon there.
Her second reaction was anger that they’d started without her. It was her case!
Dr. Morales looked up and furrowed his brow, “oh Chief, I thought you weren’t coming…”
Brenda pursed her lips, “whatever gave you that idea?”
“Well, because I was told…” he looked over at Sharon Raydor who looked back at him with a look that was calm but also threatening. “Nevermind, I must have just made a mistake.”
Brenda huffed with annoyance, “do we have official COD?” She asked stepping up to the corpse of a young man.
“I’m just examining Officer Singer now. The other two were both shot. Officer Singer was stabbed in the stomach which probably meant that he died from exsanguination, but I won’t know for sure until I get a better look at the wound.”
“You’ve already done the other two?” Brenda demanded with incredulity. “The autopsy was scheduled for 7:30!”
“Captain Raydor asked - I mean… I offered to start early since I was under the impression you weren’t coming…” Dr. Morales was well aware that it was better to have Brenda mad at him than to start a fight between her and Captain Raydor in his presence. Or here in the morgue with all these sharp objects…”
“Captain?” One of the boys from forensics stuck his head into the autopsy room. “I have that ballistics report for you.”
Sharon moved to accept the folder but Brenda snatched it from his hands first. He turned, startled, not having seen her there. Brenda clutched the folder in both hands, silently praying that the shots fired were not from Officer Singer’s weapon and that no force investigation was needed.
Sharon, too, stood poised for Brenda to open the file. She would welcome the opportunity to step off this case and remove herself from Brenda’s presence if the blonde would refrain from being a complete cow about it.
Brenda finally opened the folder and both women took a much needed breath that neither realized they were holding. “The weapon that killed Juan Hernandez and Miguel Montegna was Officer Singer’s service weapon.” Brenda sighed.
Sharon took the folder from her hands and slipped out of the room, “see you on the trail, Chief.”
Brenda narrowed her eyes and turned to Dr. Morales, “what can you tell me about the knife wound sustained by Officer Singer?”
9:12AM
Brenda’s stomach was already growling again as she watched Sanchez writing on the murder board.
Tao said thank you and hung up the phone before turning to the rest of the team. “I just got off the phone with Singer’s ex-wife. She agreed to come in and speak with us. I talked to his partner and there were a lot of ‘off-the-record’ domestic disturbance calls out to the Singers. She’s got no alibi.”
Brenda nodded, “yeah… it doesn’t explain what he was doing there off duty… what his connection with the other two men are… and women don’t typically kill with knives, not premedidated murder, it’s too messy.” Brenda turned around and looked back at the board. “She might point us in a better direction but there’s more to this… What do we have on Hernandez and Montegna?”
“They both have multiple arrests for dealing but nothing really stuck.” Sanchez said, “they have no gang affiliations. As far as I can tell from the canvas and arrest reports they’ve never crossed paths with Officer Singer.”
“Alright,” Brenda rubbed her temples, “this is what we know… Officer Singer shot both Hernandez and Montegna and someone else stabbed Officer Singer and took the knife with them… I’m going to run down to the food court, call me if I’m not back before the ex-wife gets here.”
“Right, Chief,” Flynn agreed.
1:00PM
Sharon’s watch beeped at one and she stood from her desk. She put on her jacket and grabbed her purse and left the office.
“Lunchtime already?” Lieutenant Davidson looked up at the clock. “Mind if I join you?”
“Of course not, Lieutenant.” Sharon nodded. They shared the elevator down. Lately Lieutenant Davidson had been doing his darnedest to flirt with her and she’d tried very hard to discourage him without treating him differently at work.
Once they walked down the street to the food court. Fortunately, Davidson walked to a burger joint and Sharon went over to order sushi. She ordered California rolls and waited for her order to be fulfilled.
She paid for it and joined Davidson at a table. “I don’t know how you can eat raw fish in this heat,” he laughed.
“I don’t know how you can eat hot dogs, do you know how they make hot dogs?” Sharon asked and then said, “tell me what progress you’re making on your case,” hoping to keep the conversation on work.
1:19PM
Brenda stepped out of the interrogation room and felt like hitting her head against the wall. Three dead end interviews in a row.
She was surprised and suspicious that she’d seen neither hide nor luscious hair of Sharon Raydor. She was afraid that Sharon had something that she wasn’t sharing. Usually when their cases overlapped they were tripping all over each other and it made Brenda uneasy that they weren’t this time.
“Chief,” Provenza called, catching up with her in the hallway. “Units said they saw someone sneaking around the crime scene. They weren’t able to make any arrests, whoever it was was already gone. They scared ‘em off.”
“Okay, Lieutenant, you and Sanchez and I are going to take a ride back to the crime scene.” Brenda slung her purse over her shoulder.
1:32PM
Sue stood from her desk when Sharon entered the room. Unlike Major Crimes which took on one case at a time FID was divided into pairs who worked on their own investigations. Sue Miller was the newest addition to Raydor’s team and Raydor had been partnering with her until she understood the procedures. All in all, she’d turned out to be a highly efficient addition.
“My old partner, Mark Keppler, just called. Montegna and Hernandez both have priors for dealing amphetamines. I checked into Officer Singer’s records to see if he had any connections with drugs and I almost missed it but his half brother was in a drug rehabilitation program a couple of years ago. His name is Jonathon Stetson.”
“Do we have an address for him?”
Sue grinned, “well his address on file is for a downtown apartment but Mark said that his folder listed another address as one of his haunts, it’s one of his friends’ places.” She nodded, “and it’s in Ocean Park. Six units up from crime scene.”
Sharon smiled back, “I’ll drive.”
1:34PM
Brenda looked around the crime scene for the second time. This time it was in the light of day and she was hoping a fresh perspective would be the key to solving the whole darn case.
She had to figure it out before Sharon Raydor.
1:47PM
Sharon and Sue stood at the door of unit 23; Sharon knocked a second time. Inside something crashed the floor and a voice cursed.
“Cover the back,” Sharon hissed to Sue. Sue pulled her gun, nodded and disappeared. “LAPD, open up!” Sharon shouted, gripping her weapon. She tried the knob and found it unlocked.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and she saw that the backdoor was wide open. Sue stepped in the open door. Sharon was starting to lower her weapon when Jonathon Stetson shoved her and ran for the open front door.
Sharon flew back against a coffee table but the majority of her weight landed on the couch and she rebounded quickly. “Call for back up,” Sharon yelled, “I’m going to pursue on foot.”
Sharon made it to the stoop and saw Jonathon making haste up the road. “Freeze! LAPD! ” Sharon’s Prada pumps pounded pavement as she hauled ass after him. Her arms pumping wildly, her gun gripped tightly in one hand.
1:52PM
Brenda, Provenza and Sanchez stood on the stoop when Jonathan ran past. “Hm.” Brenda furrowed her brow.
Sharon came around the bend and into view chasing Jonathon. “Is that Captain Raydor?” Provenza asked, stunned.
“What on Earth…?” Brenda’s mouth fell open.
Jonathon reached the end of the cul-de-sac and halted for a moment, considering his options before running for the fence.
“Should we help her?” Sanchez asked. Brenda held up a hand and shook her head.
Sharon skidded to a halt and pulled off her left shoe and threw it at him as hard as she could. The shoe hit him in the head and, startled, he lost his grip on the fence and fell several feet, getting the wind knocked out of him.
Out of breath but triumphant, Sharon jogged up to him, kneeling one knee on his back to keep him down and grabbed his wrists, pulling them behind him, “you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law-”
“What the fuck did you hit me with?” He demanded.
“You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you-”
He jerked underneath her, “was it a shoe? You hit me with a goddamn shoe?!”
Sharon finished mirandizing him and tightened the cuffs and a uniformed officer jogged over to take him off her hands.
“Well, hello Captain.” Brenda smiled sweetly walking up to her.
Sharon pulled on her shoe and nodded her recognition. “Chief.” She pulled the shoe on.
“So, tell me, Captain, where exactly does a stiletto fall on the use of force continuum?” Brenda grinned and Sanchez and Provenza stifled giggles.
TBC...