"Leave out all the rest" 2/?
Fandom: Brenda/Sharon
Rating: R
Spoilers: hmm.. well, since its all in my head, non really, but i guess it makes sence if you think its set after the christmas episodes
Disclaimers: haha yes, I own Sharon, and Brenda, TNT and oh wait, reality just kicked in- telling me no, that was me daydreaming...
Summary: Sometimes things just happen and when they do you try your best to figure out why these thoughts are stuck in your head.
Brenda’s neck was acting as if she’d fallen asleep on the edge of the table the night before, which unfortunately was exactly what had happened. The phone must have woken her, because one second after the initial loud crack in her shoulder, something was vibrating enough to make her head spin in its direction. Trying to tilt her head down enough to make out the caller-ID, Brenda noticed where the remains of last night’s Chinese takeout had settled in for the night, as the last noodle was making its way down her bangs.
Great.
‘-Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson?’ Brenda tried to focus on Sgt. Gabriel’s voice, but almost slipped as she tried to multitask getting the noodle out and the coffeepot set and running.
‘-Chief. I’m sorry to call you at this hour, but we’ve just received word about what’s most likely a double homicide.’
‘- What do you mean, most likely?’
‘-Er… well, you see, the thing is, we only have one victim at the crime scene, but various witnesses stated there were two people involved and there’s no one who can account for the whereabouts of the missing person. We’re still securing the scene, so- hang on, thank you. Scratch that chief; we’ve got a double homicide on our hands.’
‘-Alright, where are you?
----
Brenda had barely pulled in to the side as the last of her coffee managed to leave a stain on her flowery skirt as the remains of her cup was now soaking its way through it. If anyone dared question her driving abilities, she’d make sure the whole department’s paperwork was given to whoever uttered the words.
Lt. Provenza was just about to comment when he saw the look on the Chiefs face and was instantly reminded of wife number 3, or it could have been 4, and decided to keep it for himself or at least wait until Flynn got there to take the heat.
‘-Lt. Provenza-‘Brenda adjusted her eyes to the light as the early morning Los Angeles sun made its way through the morning mist. As she took in the crime scene she felt a little weight fall of her shoulder as she took in the neatly organized scene. This wouldn’t take all day.
‘-Chief Johnson!’ Lt. Tao was making his way over to where Brenda was being briefed by St. Gabriel.
‘-Good morning Lt. Tao. What do we have?’
‘-Oh, it’s quite simple actually, the bullets were an easy through and through, we’ve already located all the strays and sent them off to ballistics, but the best part of it-
‘-Where’s the victims?’
Sharon was always amused at watching Lieutenant Tao at work.
‘-Walk with me!’ It was like watching an after school special in how to proper walk the streets.
Brenda stopped to a halt when she realized FID had already made its way to the scene.
‘-Sgt. Gabriel, you didn’t tell me this was an officer involved shooting!’
‘-Er, about that, well, the details weren’t all in when I called you, and well, right after we’d hung up, FID came to the scene, and er… apparently…’
‘-Apparently, one of Robbery-Homicide’s officers, one by the name Gilbert Hubert, drew his weapon while under influence, and to make matters that much better for FID, he took at a shot at one of our victims here. Good morning Chief.’ Sharon followed the stains down the awful skirt with a barely hidden smirk plastered across her lips.
‘-Mornin’ Captain.’ The look Brenda shot Gabriel would have been enough to kill him at the spot, if it hadn’t meant she would probably be hauled out of there by no other than the Captain herself, making the whole action work straight against her initial purpose. Being interrogated by Sharon Raydor for killing her own Sergeant was not on top of Brenda’s list for the day.
Both women and a sulking Sgt. Gabriel had made their way to the first victim. The sheet was pulled back by Lt. Tao and followed up by his explanation:
‘-Male, Caucasian, mid 20’s, tall, probably around 6, 2’’- 6, 3’’, shot point blank twice. Once here’, he gestured towards the man’s abdomen, ‘and one right…’ Tao moved his hand further up to show the last bullets entry ‘…here. This one is still lodged between the eyes, making it cause of death. It entered before the man would have bled to death from the first bullet.’
‘-Thank you Lt. Tao, do we know anything about the second victim?’ Brenda made her way towards the other man lying on the pavement, trying her best to ignore the hard clicks the Captain’s shoes made at impact with the hard ground.
‘-Second victim, or actually, we believe he was shot first. If you see the blood spatter, he most likely tried to run after the first man, and was shot during pursuit. Fairly simple, one shot went straight through, and two other made its impact in his shoulder and his spine, possibly causing his heart to bleed out. Also mid 20’s, Caucasian. No defensive wounds, no scuff marks. He never saw it coming.’
‘-So what we know from this is we’ve got two victims, and officer involved shooting, one victim in the pursuit of the other. Do we know time of death?’
‘-We believe it must have happened between 1and 3.30 last night.’
‘-What about the bar? Did anyone see them there last night? ’ Brenda tried to make out the words on the sign, but after some serious squinting and after reaching for her glasses, realizing they were most likely still on her counter next to her coffeepot, she gave a deep sigh and turned towards Gabriel again.
‘-The bar is called ‘Cougars club’ and were open until 4AM last night, making it a possible place for the two victims to have been there before ending up here. The only problem is, there is two ways out, and they only use the back entrance on Saturday’s, so no one would have had access to the alley from the club yesterday. We haven’t been able to contact any of the guests there, other than Mr. Hubbert, but he didn’t spend more than 10minutes there, searching for his wife.
‘-Sgt. Gabriel, where are our witnesses?’
‘-About that Chief, when we first got here, there was some misunderstandings, the… the only witness we have, is Mr. Hubbert.’ So much for a short day.
‘-Hang on, if he was only after finding his wife, how did he end up in this alley and why did he draw his gun?’
‘-All good questions chief, and I’m sure I’ll have all the answers for you as soon as I’ve interviewed Mr. Hubbert.’ A smirk was forming on the Captain’s lips as she spoke in her matter-of-factly tone, like she was going to get to interview the only witness they had before her. Let her dream on.
‘-Of course, you want to go first?’
‘-By all means, Chief, I’m entitled to go first. Whenever there’s a police involved shooting, FID always goes first.’
‘-Not if I go first.’ Brenda knew it was cheap, she really did, but after the noodle in her hair, the humiliation of showing up at a crime scene with coffee stains all over her skirt, and then to see the Captain of Internal Affairs stand there like a ridiculous Armani commercial mixed with an ad for various hair products…
‘-You’re not serious, Chief?’ Sharon couldn’t believe her own ears, well, that was not entirely true, whenever dealing with Brenda Leigh Johnson you weren’t entirely unprepared for such childish behavior.
‘-Oh, serious as an Arkansas toothpick!’
-----
Sharon was just about to get out of the couch as she heard a noise coming from the hallway.
After everything that had happened from the beginning of the day, having to go out to that crime scene, to later bantering with the Chief like two maniacs over who got to first interrogate their one and only witness- who apparently had been so drunk out of his mind after discovering the whereabouts of his wife, that he thought he had opened fire, when in reality he had already been fast asleep in his bed dreaming he had, woken up, and gone to the site of the crime scene to explain that he had been there, but not really…The whole thing was absurd! The witnesses that were supposed to be there, but turned out to be nothing more than two of the new coroners that had arrived to his first crime scene before everyone else got there…
By the time Sharon had turned the key to her house, she had spared no time in getting out of her suit and into the shower, still fussing about the Chief out loud to whatever shampoo or conditioner bottle that would listen- found her old sweatpants, the one Brandon had given her after he’d gotten into Harvard, found an old LAPD t-shirt, sunk into the couch and opened a bottle of wine. She was going to have one glass and then make herself something to eat, but realized after a few sips, there was no way she’d bother dealing with cutting lettuce or heating baguettes. So she had just decided to order in while messing with her hair, realizing it would be best drying it before it got all tangled up when a noise caught her attention.
‘-Sarah?’ Sharon contemplated the fact that it could have been her daughter coming home from college early, but as she reached for her gun that was taped underneath the kitchen counter, she eyed the calendar she kept on her fridge confirming Sarah wouldn’t be home in another eight days.
There was the noise again. Damn it, she didn’t become a member of the police to play a damsel in distress!
‘-Who’s there?!’ Sharon made her way across the living room, and bent down behind the couch that was facing the TV, but still had a clear shot to the hallway entrance.
‘-Yo hoo! Sorry! The bell was broken, or I couldn’t see it, still not sure where I left those glasses and the porch light was still on, so I figured you were home and hoped you’d still be up.’ Brenda had still not turned around from where she was closing the door behind her.
‘-Chief Johnson?’ Sharon’s first reaction was to shout at her for scaring the crap out of her, but then again, she probably looked well prepared from where the Chief was standing, as she was still clutching her gun and aiming at her, and she really didn’t want to give the woman the satisfaction.
‘-Ah! Put down your gun Cap’n!’ Brenda had finally turned around to see Sharon positioned behind the couch. Sharon realized she had frozen more than what seemed necessary as she now knew who her supposed assailant was, but still her gun seemed to act on its own accord.
‘-What are you doing here?’
‘-Chief Pope sent me, oh for the love of…, will you lower your weapon?!’ Sharon, more than a little reluctant, made her way around the couch and stood beside the table, gun now on top of it. She could sense a little hesitation from the woman, but didn’t think more of it until she realized her hair had been dripping wet before she had heard the noise, and her white t-shirt now looked like it had entered a wet t-shirt competition.
‘-Whatever this is about, couldn’t it wait till tomorrow? To be honest, I think I’ve had it with Major Crimes for one day-‘She didn’t exactly feel great standing there with what she knew to be a completely see-through t-shirt, but if it helped getting rid of the Chief, she wasn’t above doing it. And by the look of Ms. Johnson’s face, whatever Sharon’s suits hid at work, it was something to be researching, because she had yet to take her eyes off of her.
‘Chief?’ Enough was enough. Sharon quickly covered her assets with folding her arms over her chest and watched as a blush crept over the Chief’s features.
‘-I… I’m just here to ask you for your… cooperation.’ Now Brenda was the one unable to move. What was WRONG with her?! Staring at some woman, no, not even some woman, but Captain Raydor’s chest? Someone up there must have something in for her directing this day to be a complete catastrophe.
‘-My cooperation? I’m sorry, but I think we stated that I’m being more than cooperative, remember earlier today? When I let you go first in interviewing our only witness?
‘-MY only witness, it’s my case. And you didn’t let me; I go first when it’s my case.
‘-If you-‘The woman was about to act irrationally, and Brenda did not want to think of the outcome.
‘-Stop! Wait, wait, wait!’ Brenda let her hands fly up in surrender, having already let her temper getting the worst of her when she had promised herself to stay calm.
‘Like I said, Assistant Chief Will Pope sent me here tonight to make you a deal.’
‘-Chief Pope sent you here? Why couldn’t he just have caught up with me tomorrow during office hours, or I don’t know, called? Why would he send you?’
‘-Oh wow you ask a lot of questions. Let’s see if I can’t answer to your full satisfaction.’
Brenda smiled weakly while she tried to calm herself enough to actually state her case and reason before finding herself miraculously for the seventh time today one of the two half’s in a mindless banter.
‘Alright. As you know, today didn’t go down exactly as planned, when it turned out our only witness to the murderers gave a false statement, that he himself was too intoxicated to realize himself, giving his state- not to mention the confidentiality agreement between owner of the bar and her guests, which once again, was not taken into consideration when trying to break this case-‘
‘-Did you really show up uninvited to my house to recite my own report that I gave you not more than one hour ago?’ The woman was unbelievable!
‘-Wait for it! Will Pope said you’d might want to invest some more time in Major Crimes to see how well we work together and see how our department draws benefit from… from…’
‘-You’re making stuff up as you go, aren’t you. Chief?’
‘-Oh, fine! I need another female officer to help me with a sting operation.’ Brenda cursed herself for trying to outsmart the woman before her. She had been working way to close to her to know where she would tell a white lie and where she was simply searching for words to help her along.
‘-And I was the natural choice?’ Sharon couldn’t help but think of this as one big joke.
‘-Well. As much as I hate to say this, you’d be perfect for it.’ Brenda uttered the words with an irritated sigh as her eyes graced the soft curves of the Captain standing in front of her.
‘-Really?’
‘-Some of the other officers, made me… aware… of certain… attributes you inhabit that would be beneficial for this sort of undercover operation.
‘-And what would that be?’
‘- In most human cultures and species of primates, the most sexually powerful females are post-pubescent females displaying adult secondary sexual characteristics, something about a spine, and something about indications of good health and something else they informed me about.’
‘-Excuse me?’ Sharon tried to recall if the other woman had smacked her over the head sometime during the day and she’d forgotten about it, because she could not just have heard that coming from Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.
‘-We’re going hunting for prey as cougars.’
TBC...
Rating: R
Spoilers: hmm.. well, since its all in my head, non really, but i guess it makes sence if you think its set after the christmas episodes
Disclaimers: haha yes, I own Sharon, and Brenda, TNT and oh wait, reality just kicked in- telling me no, that was me daydreaming...
Summary: Sometimes things just happen and when they do you try your best to figure out why these thoughts are stuck in your head.
Brenda’s neck was acting as if she’d fallen asleep on the edge of the table the night before, which unfortunately was exactly what had happened. The phone must have woken her, because one second after the initial loud crack in her shoulder, something was vibrating enough to make her head spin in its direction. Trying to tilt her head down enough to make out the caller-ID, Brenda noticed where the remains of last night’s Chinese takeout had settled in for the night, as the last noodle was making its way down her bangs.
Great.
‘-Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson?’ Brenda tried to focus on Sgt. Gabriel’s voice, but almost slipped as she tried to multitask getting the noodle out and the coffeepot set and running.
‘-Chief. I’m sorry to call you at this hour, but we’ve just received word about what’s most likely a double homicide.’
‘- What do you mean, most likely?’
‘-Er… well, you see, the thing is, we only have one victim at the crime scene, but various witnesses stated there were two people involved and there’s no one who can account for the whereabouts of the missing person. We’re still securing the scene, so- hang on, thank you. Scratch that chief; we’ve got a double homicide on our hands.’
‘-Alright, where are you?
----
Brenda had barely pulled in to the side as the last of her coffee managed to leave a stain on her flowery skirt as the remains of her cup was now soaking its way through it. If anyone dared question her driving abilities, she’d make sure the whole department’s paperwork was given to whoever uttered the words.
Lt. Provenza was just about to comment when he saw the look on the Chiefs face and was instantly reminded of wife number 3, or it could have been 4, and decided to keep it for himself or at least wait until Flynn got there to take the heat.
‘-Lt. Provenza-‘Brenda adjusted her eyes to the light as the early morning Los Angeles sun made its way through the morning mist. As she took in the crime scene she felt a little weight fall of her shoulder as she took in the neatly organized scene. This wouldn’t take all day.
‘-Chief Johnson!’ Lt. Tao was making his way over to where Brenda was being briefed by St. Gabriel.
‘-Good morning Lt. Tao. What do we have?’
‘-Oh, it’s quite simple actually, the bullets were an easy through and through, we’ve already located all the strays and sent them off to ballistics, but the best part of it-
‘-Where’s the victims?’
Sharon was always amused at watching Lieutenant Tao at work.
‘-Walk with me!’ It was like watching an after school special in how to proper walk the streets.
Brenda stopped to a halt when she realized FID had already made its way to the scene.
‘-Sgt. Gabriel, you didn’t tell me this was an officer involved shooting!’
‘-Er, about that, well, the details weren’t all in when I called you, and well, right after we’d hung up, FID came to the scene, and er… apparently…’
‘-Apparently, one of Robbery-Homicide’s officers, one by the name Gilbert Hubert, drew his weapon while under influence, and to make matters that much better for FID, he took at a shot at one of our victims here. Good morning Chief.’ Sharon followed the stains down the awful skirt with a barely hidden smirk plastered across her lips.
‘-Mornin’ Captain.’ The look Brenda shot Gabriel would have been enough to kill him at the spot, if it hadn’t meant she would probably be hauled out of there by no other than the Captain herself, making the whole action work straight against her initial purpose. Being interrogated by Sharon Raydor for killing her own Sergeant was not on top of Brenda’s list for the day.
Both women and a sulking Sgt. Gabriel had made their way to the first victim. The sheet was pulled back by Lt. Tao and followed up by his explanation:
‘-Male, Caucasian, mid 20’s, tall, probably around 6, 2’’- 6, 3’’, shot point blank twice. Once here’, he gestured towards the man’s abdomen, ‘and one right…’ Tao moved his hand further up to show the last bullets entry ‘…here. This one is still lodged between the eyes, making it cause of death. It entered before the man would have bled to death from the first bullet.’
‘-Thank you Lt. Tao, do we know anything about the second victim?’ Brenda made her way towards the other man lying on the pavement, trying her best to ignore the hard clicks the Captain’s shoes made at impact with the hard ground.
‘-Second victim, or actually, we believe he was shot first. If you see the blood spatter, he most likely tried to run after the first man, and was shot during pursuit. Fairly simple, one shot went straight through, and two other made its impact in his shoulder and his spine, possibly causing his heart to bleed out. Also mid 20’s, Caucasian. No defensive wounds, no scuff marks. He never saw it coming.’
‘-So what we know from this is we’ve got two victims, and officer involved shooting, one victim in the pursuit of the other. Do we know time of death?’
‘-We believe it must have happened between 1and 3.30 last night.’
‘-What about the bar? Did anyone see them there last night? ’ Brenda tried to make out the words on the sign, but after some serious squinting and after reaching for her glasses, realizing they were most likely still on her counter next to her coffeepot, she gave a deep sigh and turned towards Gabriel again.
‘-The bar is called ‘Cougars club’ and were open until 4AM last night, making it a possible place for the two victims to have been there before ending up here. The only problem is, there is two ways out, and they only use the back entrance on Saturday’s, so no one would have had access to the alley from the club yesterday. We haven’t been able to contact any of the guests there, other than Mr. Hubbert, but he didn’t spend more than 10minutes there, searching for his wife.
‘-Sgt. Gabriel, where are our witnesses?’
‘-About that Chief, when we first got here, there was some misunderstandings, the… the only witness we have, is Mr. Hubbert.’ So much for a short day.
‘-Hang on, if he was only after finding his wife, how did he end up in this alley and why did he draw his gun?’
‘-All good questions chief, and I’m sure I’ll have all the answers for you as soon as I’ve interviewed Mr. Hubbert.’ A smirk was forming on the Captain’s lips as she spoke in her matter-of-factly tone, like she was going to get to interview the only witness they had before her. Let her dream on.
‘-Of course, you want to go first?’
‘-By all means, Chief, I’m entitled to go first. Whenever there’s a police involved shooting, FID always goes first.’
‘-Not if I go first.’ Brenda knew it was cheap, she really did, but after the noodle in her hair, the humiliation of showing up at a crime scene with coffee stains all over her skirt, and then to see the Captain of Internal Affairs stand there like a ridiculous Armani commercial mixed with an ad for various hair products…
‘-You’re not serious, Chief?’ Sharon couldn’t believe her own ears, well, that was not entirely true, whenever dealing with Brenda Leigh Johnson you weren’t entirely unprepared for such childish behavior.
‘-Oh, serious as an Arkansas toothpick!’
-----
Sharon was just about to get out of the couch as she heard a noise coming from the hallway.
After everything that had happened from the beginning of the day, having to go out to that crime scene, to later bantering with the Chief like two maniacs over who got to first interrogate their one and only witness- who apparently had been so drunk out of his mind after discovering the whereabouts of his wife, that he thought he had opened fire, when in reality he had already been fast asleep in his bed dreaming he had, woken up, and gone to the site of the crime scene to explain that he had been there, but not really…The whole thing was absurd! The witnesses that were supposed to be there, but turned out to be nothing more than two of the new coroners that had arrived to his first crime scene before everyone else got there…
By the time Sharon had turned the key to her house, she had spared no time in getting out of her suit and into the shower, still fussing about the Chief out loud to whatever shampoo or conditioner bottle that would listen- found her old sweatpants, the one Brandon had given her after he’d gotten into Harvard, found an old LAPD t-shirt, sunk into the couch and opened a bottle of wine. She was going to have one glass and then make herself something to eat, but realized after a few sips, there was no way she’d bother dealing with cutting lettuce or heating baguettes. So she had just decided to order in while messing with her hair, realizing it would be best drying it before it got all tangled up when a noise caught her attention.
‘-Sarah?’ Sharon contemplated the fact that it could have been her daughter coming home from college early, but as she reached for her gun that was taped underneath the kitchen counter, she eyed the calendar she kept on her fridge confirming Sarah wouldn’t be home in another eight days.
There was the noise again. Damn it, she didn’t become a member of the police to play a damsel in distress!
‘-Who’s there?!’ Sharon made her way across the living room, and bent down behind the couch that was facing the TV, but still had a clear shot to the hallway entrance.
‘-Yo hoo! Sorry! The bell was broken, or I couldn’t see it, still not sure where I left those glasses and the porch light was still on, so I figured you were home and hoped you’d still be up.’ Brenda had still not turned around from where she was closing the door behind her.
‘-Chief Johnson?’ Sharon’s first reaction was to shout at her for scaring the crap out of her, but then again, she probably looked well prepared from where the Chief was standing, as she was still clutching her gun and aiming at her, and she really didn’t want to give the woman the satisfaction.
‘-Ah! Put down your gun Cap’n!’ Brenda had finally turned around to see Sharon positioned behind the couch. Sharon realized she had frozen more than what seemed necessary as she now knew who her supposed assailant was, but still her gun seemed to act on its own accord.
‘-What are you doing here?’
‘-Chief Pope sent me, oh for the love of…, will you lower your weapon?!’ Sharon, more than a little reluctant, made her way around the couch and stood beside the table, gun now on top of it. She could sense a little hesitation from the woman, but didn’t think more of it until she realized her hair had been dripping wet before she had heard the noise, and her white t-shirt now looked like it had entered a wet t-shirt competition.
‘-Whatever this is about, couldn’t it wait till tomorrow? To be honest, I think I’ve had it with Major Crimes for one day-‘She didn’t exactly feel great standing there with what she knew to be a completely see-through t-shirt, but if it helped getting rid of the Chief, she wasn’t above doing it. And by the look of Ms. Johnson’s face, whatever Sharon’s suits hid at work, it was something to be researching, because she had yet to take her eyes off of her.
‘Chief?’ Enough was enough. Sharon quickly covered her assets with folding her arms over her chest and watched as a blush crept over the Chief’s features.
‘-I… I’m just here to ask you for your… cooperation.’ Now Brenda was the one unable to move. What was WRONG with her?! Staring at some woman, no, not even some woman, but Captain Raydor’s chest? Someone up there must have something in for her directing this day to be a complete catastrophe.
‘-My cooperation? I’m sorry, but I think we stated that I’m being more than cooperative, remember earlier today? When I let you go first in interviewing our only witness?
‘-MY only witness, it’s my case. And you didn’t let me; I go first when it’s my case.
‘-If you-‘The woman was about to act irrationally, and Brenda did not want to think of the outcome.
‘-Stop! Wait, wait, wait!’ Brenda let her hands fly up in surrender, having already let her temper getting the worst of her when she had promised herself to stay calm.
‘Like I said, Assistant Chief Will Pope sent me here tonight to make you a deal.’
‘-Chief Pope sent you here? Why couldn’t he just have caught up with me tomorrow during office hours, or I don’t know, called? Why would he send you?’
‘-Oh wow you ask a lot of questions. Let’s see if I can’t answer to your full satisfaction.’
Brenda smiled weakly while she tried to calm herself enough to actually state her case and reason before finding herself miraculously for the seventh time today one of the two half’s in a mindless banter.
‘Alright. As you know, today didn’t go down exactly as planned, when it turned out our only witness to the murderers gave a false statement, that he himself was too intoxicated to realize himself, giving his state- not to mention the confidentiality agreement between owner of the bar and her guests, which once again, was not taken into consideration when trying to break this case-‘
‘-Did you really show up uninvited to my house to recite my own report that I gave you not more than one hour ago?’ The woman was unbelievable!
‘-Wait for it! Will Pope said you’d might want to invest some more time in Major Crimes to see how well we work together and see how our department draws benefit from… from…’
‘-You’re making stuff up as you go, aren’t you. Chief?’
‘-Oh, fine! I need another female officer to help me with a sting operation.’ Brenda cursed herself for trying to outsmart the woman before her. She had been working way to close to her to know where she would tell a white lie and where she was simply searching for words to help her along.
‘-And I was the natural choice?’ Sharon couldn’t help but think of this as one big joke.
‘-Well. As much as I hate to say this, you’d be perfect for it.’ Brenda uttered the words with an irritated sigh as her eyes graced the soft curves of the Captain standing in front of her.
‘-Really?’
‘-Some of the other officers, made me… aware… of certain… attributes you inhabit that would be beneficial for this sort of undercover operation.
‘-And what would that be?’
‘- In most human cultures and species of primates, the most sexually powerful females are post-pubescent females displaying adult secondary sexual characteristics, something about a spine, and something about indications of good health and something else they informed me about.’
‘-Excuse me?’ Sharon tried to recall if the other woman had smacked her over the head sometime during the day and she’d forgotten about it, because she could not just have heard that coming from Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.
‘-We’re going hunting for prey as cougars.’
TBC...