"Leave out all the rest" 4/?
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: Final Preparations before Brenda and Sharon head out for a night they'll never forget. (Although both parts will try like hell to!)
Brenda was standing in the middle of her bedroom staring at her reflection in the ridiculously observant full length mirror. She remembered the last time she’d been standing there scrutinizing herself this closely. Like the last time it involved a dress, a murder, Sharon Raydor and the fact that she knew she had to, but didn’t want to do what she was currently getting ready for.
Her phone buzzed and after stumbling over the three pairs of shoes she’d been trying out, deciding upon which to wear, she caught the little devil right before her leg made its impact on the corner of the bed.
‘-Oh shoot!’
‘-Good evening to you too, Chief.’
‘-I’m sorry, I was just…’ Of course she could explain the rude answer and the additional information about the bruises she was feeling already swelling where the hardwood had met her bare skin, but she really didn’t feel the need to initiate a smirk on the other end of the line. ‘Never mind, Captain, what can I do for you?’
‘-I’m just calling to confirm the need to go down at the station before we head out for this memorable evening.’ Boy did the women know her sarcasm.
‘-Sure, as a matter of fact, I was just getting ready to head out now.’
‘-Great, I’ll see you soon then. Chief.’ The other woman had already hung up.
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‘-No, I have no idea what she thinks of all this. No, ha-ha, that’s impossible. Well, did you tell her so to her face, or did do go about it your usual way? Now that, I have no trouble believing. Oh will you stop it! I’m at work! No, I did not tell her that. Please, it’s completely work related! Oh, hang on, someone’s at the door.’
Brenda didn’t even have the chance to act embarrassed about the fact that she had walked in on the other woman deep in a conversation she most likely wasn’t supposed to listen in on, since the Captain merely looked up from behind her desk rolling her eyes at the phone gesturing for her to enter.
‘-Ok Mel, listen up, the Chief just walked in to my office … I’m sure she would mind that very much yes… fine.’ The Captain covered the phone with a hand. ’Chief, a certain Ms. Parker wants to know if you’ve decided to go ahead with the red or the black dress.
Sharon hesitated a couple of seconds before she pressed the speaker button on her phone so that Mel could communicate directly with the Chief, since she now saw it as her legacy to make the woman turn from southern hillbilly to LA fashionable.
‘-Good Evening Chief!’
‘-Good evening to you too Mrs. Parker.’ Brenda gave a little nod to the device where the voice came from.
‘-So, I gave Sharon the clothes I picked out to you after you guys rushed over to that crime scene of yours. She should have them right there in her office. Shar?’
‘-Hang on.’ Sharon came out from behind her desk and went over to the high closet that usually held all the boxes with files and evidence from officer involved shootings. Now however she reached for the very top of the shelf, where two cream colored bags had been stored. Brenda reached for the little purple bow on the handle and gave a little sigh. This was not how her ideal Saturday night would go.
‘-Shar, did you get it?’
‘-Yes, I got it Mel.’
‘-I’m just curious weather she likes it or not!’
‘-Oh I’m sure it’s gonna be everything I had in mind.’ Brenda couldn’t help the running thought in her head at the second: Oh god please let it be something I wouldn’t be ashamed of being found dead in.
‘-Yeah, like you actually gave your outfit any thought.’ Sharon gave a little snort, but quickly recovered with covering it up as a fake cough. Unbelievable! She chose now to pick on her?! That woman! Fine, if it was a fight she wanted…
‘-Oh well, I’m sorry, I was more concerned about getting us the fake ID’s!’
‘-Oh, careful there Shar, kitty’s got claws!’ She did not just say that to the chief! Sharon was wondering if she should laugh of make an excuse for her friend.
‘-Mel! Can we please just get this over with?’ If Brenda hadn’t been completely oblivious to the other woman in the room instead of trying to shoot the phone a dirty look she would have seen a gently blush slowly making its way up the other woman’s cheek.
Brenda pulled out the thin fabric and couldn’t help but let a little yelp escape.
‘-What was that?’
‘-I think... That was the sound of someone freaking out. I told you we should have gone for the other one…’ Sharon stared at Brenda and tried to figure out if the woman was actually breathing or if she was lost somewhere where inhaling and exhaling wasn’t mandatory.
‘-No, it’s just. It’s. I... It’s...’ Brenda held up the little red number like she would have held something she was about to lock into evidence. It was like running your fingers through air, because there was NOTHING there. If Brenda could remember correctly there were at least something resembling clothes in that movie she had seen, but this….
‘-Are you sure she’s alright?’
‘-Oh god, Chief, wrong bag! Sharon clasped her hands before her mouth and threw herself at the bag Brenda was holding.
‘I… why don’t we just, get you the right one. Alright.’ Sharon turned towards the closet again, closed her eyes while taking a deep breath and didn’t even manage to turn herself around to give the Chief the right bag so she settled for tossing it across the room.
‘-Shar? You didn’t! Oh my god!’ The other woman on the line was now clutching her stomach from laughing her ass off. ‘You should probably tell her it was my fault.’
‘-Thank you Mel, remind me to kill you the next time I see you.’ Brenda couldn’t help but find the woman’s ability to pull herself together any less than remarkable. Two seconds after being confronted with what Brenda could only assume was a serious hot piece of lingerie and the woman was all business.
‘-Oh, you’ll get over it. Did she like what I picked out?’
‘-Oh! Yes! Compared to what I thought I’d be forced to wear this is perfect!’ Brenda couldn’t help but give the Captain a little smirk.
‘-Great! I thought the red one would hug all the right places, and since you’ve got the breasts to go with it, you would do the cleavage some justice. Now, if you’d take the shoes Sharon has in the back of her closet you should be all set. There’s a little something for you in the bag I put in there too.’
Brenda walked over to the bag and reached inside to find a tube of lipstick marked “After midnight kissage”. It was a reddish-brown. Probably the only one she hadn’t tried out after Sgt. Daniels remark about her lips being too big for her face.
‘I just figured the color would compliment your skin tone.’
‘- Mrs. Parker, I don’t know what to say. Thank you.’
‘-Don’t worry about it, I still haven’t sent the bill to Major Crimes. Hang on, now we know what the Chief will wear, what are you wearing Shar? Oh, if you haven’t decided yet, you should choose that green of yours. Or, no, take the black with the open back and the black and red Louboutin shoes. Oh god, yes, take those, who wouldn’t want to check you out then!’
Brenda couldn’t help but notice this woman was overly familiar with the Captains closet.
Wait a minute? What was this feeling? It wasn’t like SHE wanted to know what was inside Raydor’s closet… it was more like, she felt she should know, just for the sake of knowing. This was weird. And something she couldn’t fully explain or understand herself.
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‘-Oh there you guys are! We’re just about ready with the wires, and the ID’s are right there.’
‘-Thank you Sgt. Tao.’ Brenda gave the man a genuine smile, feeling a little bad for holding him back at work late a Saturday night when he really should have been home with his kids and wife. Her smile soon turned poisoned when the turned around to find Andy Flynn staring at her ass. ‘Sgt. Flynn?’
Flynn had taken his time studying the Chief as she’d come through the offices of the Murder Room, and by the look of his face, he did not have any trouble appreciating the short dress his Chief was sporting.
‘-Nope Chief, I’m good.’ He added a little whistle to his appreciation which served him a glare sharp enough to shut him up.
‘-So, how are we on the update from the morgue?’
‘-All we know is that the coroner is consistent with what was already predicted on the crime scene, we still have no ID’s for the two, and there are no missing persons files to compare their DNA to.’ Stg. Gabriel had seen his boss in a dress many times before, he’d even seen her changing while working on his second case with her when she’d fist come to LAPD, but that dress did not come close to what the Chief was wearing now.
‘So everything will depend on what you’ll find out tonight.’
Great.
‘-Tao, where’s the ID’s?’
‘-Allow me Chief.’ Provenza rolled around from his desk with two laminated cards and a smile plastered across his face.
‘-Dee Ville and Dorothy Sunbeam?
‘-Well, we thought the Wicked Witch would raise suspicion.’ Flynn shrugged his shoulder making it seem like it was the most natural assumption in the world.
‘-Dorothy Sunbeam?! It sounds like a stripper’s name!’
‘-You’re not seeing the big picture here Chief. When you read the Captains name its Dee, last name Ville- but, and here’s the brilliant part; the L and E’s are silent! Devil! Get it?’
‘-I see the 4 months of sensitivity training got you nowhere, Lt. Provenza?’
Apparently the Captain had decided upon what to wear, because what was walking into their Murder Room did not look like a Captain or even very human. What greeted them was something you’d see in a dream right before you woke up cursing yourself for not being able to go back to where you left off when you finally managed to get back to sleep. She was nothing less than a sight for the heavens. She wore the black and read Louboutin shoes alright, but that’s not what caught their attention. The black trench coat was hanging over her shoulder, leaving nothing unrevealed. A black dress made of silk was shimmying itself down her curves, her hair was pulled to one side in a messy pigtail, and apparently she’d gone for the open back one. If someone was uncertain what the color of her bra where, there was no need to wonder any longer, because it was there for the whole world to see.
‘Devil, clever. Are we ready to get this over with?’ Apparently Sharon was oblivious to the stares she received, or just did her very best to ignore them as she went over to where Brenda was standing with the ID’s in her hand.
‘-Yes Captain, just let us put the wires on and then we’re all set from here. We’ll be monitoring your activities and be able to get to you within minutes if you need backup. Ok, Chief, If you’ll just stretch your… there we go. Alright. Captain?’
‘-Why don’t I do the honors?’ Flynn had managed to get his jaw back up from the floor and was now appreciating the fact that even in her killer heels he was still raging taller than her with a perfect insight to that bra of hers. Deep purple. Who would have known…?
‘-You? You don’t even know what goes where!’ Provenza was going on his sixth wife, but he was still not sure if seven wouldn’t turn out to be the lucky number, even if it came in a package marked Wicked Witch. If that was what he got when he unwrapped her, he would sure as hell give it a shot.
‘-And you do?’ Sanchez hadn’t kissed another woman since that severe judgment flaw of his when he’d put his moves on with the transsexual they’d encountered some months back. He needed something to wash away that memory, and the black dress in front of him was enough to make him consider taking off his wedding ring, even if it was just for one kiss.
‘-Gentlemen, please. Sgt.Tao, hand me the wire.’ Brenda turned around to watch the Captain raise her eyebrow in question. She took a deep breath and walked over to the other woman and leaned in to brush away her hair from her neck. She took a step closer and leaned in to sneak her arms around the gentle curves of the Captain. She was close enough to smell the scent from her hair. Honey… combined with a fresh smell of perfume that made her think about the flowery beds on midsummer nights around the house where she’d grown up. She accidentally brushed across the Captains bra when she tried to hide the microphone. The other woman shivered underneath her touch and Brenda found herself holding back a gasp.
Oh sweet lord she was in trouble.
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: Final Preparations before Brenda and Sharon head out for a night they'll never forget. (Although both parts will try like hell to!)
Brenda was standing in the middle of her bedroom staring at her reflection in the ridiculously observant full length mirror. She remembered the last time she’d been standing there scrutinizing herself this closely. Like the last time it involved a dress, a murder, Sharon Raydor and the fact that she knew she had to, but didn’t want to do what she was currently getting ready for.
Her phone buzzed and after stumbling over the three pairs of shoes she’d been trying out, deciding upon which to wear, she caught the little devil right before her leg made its impact on the corner of the bed.
‘-Oh shoot!’
‘-Good evening to you too, Chief.’
‘-I’m sorry, I was just…’ Of course she could explain the rude answer and the additional information about the bruises she was feeling already swelling where the hardwood had met her bare skin, but she really didn’t feel the need to initiate a smirk on the other end of the line. ‘Never mind, Captain, what can I do for you?’
‘-I’m just calling to confirm the need to go down at the station before we head out for this memorable evening.’ Boy did the women know her sarcasm.
‘-Sure, as a matter of fact, I was just getting ready to head out now.’
‘-Great, I’ll see you soon then. Chief.’ The other woman had already hung up.
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‘-No, I have no idea what she thinks of all this. No, ha-ha, that’s impossible. Well, did you tell her so to her face, or did do go about it your usual way? Now that, I have no trouble believing. Oh will you stop it! I’m at work! No, I did not tell her that. Please, it’s completely work related! Oh, hang on, someone’s at the door.’
Brenda didn’t even have the chance to act embarrassed about the fact that she had walked in on the other woman deep in a conversation she most likely wasn’t supposed to listen in on, since the Captain merely looked up from behind her desk rolling her eyes at the phone gesturing for her to enter.
‘-Ok Mel, listen up, the Chief just walked in to my office … I’m sure she would mind that very much yes… fine.’ The Captain covered the phone with a hand. ’Chief, a certain Ms. Parker wants to know if you’ve decided to go ahead with the red or the black dress.
Sharon hesitated a couple of seconds before she pressed the speaker button on her phone so that Mel could communicate directly with the Chief, since she now saw it as her legacy to make the woman turn from southern hillbilly to LA fashionable.
‘-Good Evening Chief!’
‘-Good evening to you too Mrs. Parker.’ Brenda gave a little nod to the device where the voice came from.
‘-So, I gave Sharon the clothes I picked out to you after you guys rushed over to that crime scene of yours. She should have them right there in her office. Shar?’
‘-Hang on.’ Sharon came out from behind her desk and went over to the high closet that usually held all the boxes with files and evidence from officer involved shootings. Now however she reached for the very top of the shelf, where two cream colored bags had been stored. Brenda reached for the little purple bow on the handle and gave a little sigh. This was not how her ideal Saturday night would go.
‘-Shar, did you get it?’
‘-Yes, I got it Mel.’
‘-I’m just curious weather she likes it or not!’
‘-Oh I’m sure it’s gonna be everything I had in mind.’ Brenda couldn’t help the running thought in her head at the second: Oh god please let it be something I wouldn’t be ashamed of being found dead in.
‘-Yeah, like you actually gave your outfit any thought.’ Sharon gave a little snort, but quickly recovered with covering it up as a fake cough. Unbelievable! She chose now to pick on her?! That woman! Fine, if it was a fight she wanted…
‘-Oh well, I’m sorry, I was more concerned about getting us the fake ID’s!’
‘-Oh, careful there Shar, kitty’s got claws!’ She did not just say that to the chief! Sharon was wondering if she should laugh of make an excuse for her friend.
‘-Mel! Can we please just get this over with?’ If Brenda hadn’t been completely oblivious to the other woman in the room instead of trying to shoot the phone a dirty look she would have seen a gently blush slowly making its way up the other woman’s cheek.
Brenda pulled out the thin fabric and couldn’t help but let a little yelp escape.
‘-What was that?’
‘-I think... That was the sound of someone freaking out. I told you we should have gone for the other one…’ Sharon stared at Brenda and tried to figure out if the woman was actually breathing or if she was lost somewhere where inhaling and exhaling wasn’t mandatory.
‘-No, it’s just. It’s. I... It’s...’ Brenda held up the little red number like she would have held something she was about to lock into evidence. It was like running your fingers through air, because there was NOTHING there. If Brenda could remember correctly there were at least something resembling clothes in that movie she had seen, but this….
‘-Are you sure she’s alright?’
‘-Oh god, Chief, wrong bag! Sharon clasped her hands before her mouth and threw herself at the bag Brenda was holding.
‘I… why don’t we just, get you the right one. Alright.’ Sharon turned towards the closet again, closed her eyes while taking a deep breath and didn’t even manage to turn herself around to give the Chief the right bag so she settled for tossing it across the room.
‘-Shar? You didn’t! Oh my god!’ The other woman on the line was now clutching her stomach from laughing her ass off. ‘You should probably tell her it was my fault.’
‘-Thank you Mel, remind me to kill you the next time I see you.’ Brenda couldn’t help but find the woman’s ability to pull herself together any less than remarkable. Two seconds after being confronted with what Brenda could only assume was a serious hot piece of lingerie and the woman was all business.
‘-Oh, you’ll get over it. Did she like what I picked out?’
‘-Oh! Yes! Compared to what I thought I’d be forced to wear this is perfect!’ Brenda couldn’t help but give the Captain a little smirk.
‘-Great! I thought the red one would hug all the right places, and since you’ve got the breasts to go with it, you would do the cleavage some justice. Now, if you’d take the shoes Sharon has in the back of her closet you should be all set. There’s a little something for you in the bag I put in there too.’
Brenda walked over to the bag and reached inside to find a tube of lipstick marked “After midnight kissage”. It was a reddish-brown. Probably the only one she hadn’t tried out after Sgt. Daniels remark about her lips being too big for her face.
‘I just figured the color would compliment your skin tone.’
‘- Mrs. Parker, I don’t know what to say. Thank you.’
‘-Don’t worry about it, I still haven’t sent the bill to Major Crimes. Hang on, now we know what the Chief will wear, what are you wearing Shar? Oh, if you haven’t decided yet, you should choose that green of yours. Or, no, take the black with the open back and the black and red Louboutin shoes. Oh god, yes, take those, who wouldn’t want to check you out then!’
Brenda couldn’t help but notice this woman was overly familiar with the Captains closet.
Wait a minute? What was this feeling? It wasn’t like SHE wanted to know what was inside Raydor’s closet… it was more like, she felt she should know, just for the sake of knowing. This was weird. And something she couldn’t fully explain or understand herself.
----
‘-Oh there you guys are! We’re just about ready with the wires, and the ID’s are right there.’
‘-Thank you Sgt. Tao.’ Brenda gave the man a genuine smile, feeling a little bad for holding him back at work late a Saturday night when he really should have been home with his kids and wife. Her smile soon turned poisoned when the turned around to find Andy Flynn staring at her ass. ‘Sgt. Flynn?’
Flynn had taken his time studying the Chief as she’d come through the offices of the Murder Room, and by the look of his face, he did not have any trouble appreciating the short dress his Chief was sporting.
‘-Nope Chief, I’m good.’ He added a little whistle to his appreciation which served him a glare sharp enough to shut him up.
‘-So, how are we on the update from the morgue?’
‘-All we know is that the coroner is consistent with what was already predicted on the crime scene, we still have no ID’s for the two, and there are no missing persons files to compare their DNA to.’ Stg. Gabriel had seen his boss in a dress many times before, he’d even seen her changing while working on his second case with her when she’d fist come to LAPD, but that dress did not come close to what the Chief was wearing now.
‘So everything will depend on what you’ll find out tonight.’
Great.
‘-Tao, where’s the ID’s?’
‘-Allow me Chief.’ Provenza rolled around from his desk with two laminated cards and a smile plastered across his face.
‘-Dee Ville and Dorothy Sunbeam?
‘-Well, we thought the Wicked Witch would raise suspicion.’ Flynn shrugged his shoulder making it seem like it was the most natural assumption in the world.
‘-Dorothy Sunbeam?! It sounds like a stripper’s name!’
‘-You’re not seeing the big picture here Chief. When you read the Captains name its Dee, last name Ville- but, and here’s the brilliant part; the L and E’s are silent! Devil! Get it?’
‘-I see the 4 months of sensitivity training got you nowhere, Lt. Provenza?’
Apparently the Captain had decided upon what to wear, because what was walking into their Murder Room did not look like a Captain or even very human. What greeted them was something you’d see in a dream right before you woke up cursing yourself for not being able to go back to where you left off when you finally managed to get back to sleep. She was nothing less than a sight for the heavens. She wore the black and read Louboutin shoes alright, but that’s not what caught their attention. The black trench coat was hanging over her shoulder, leaving nothing unrevealed. A black dress made of silk was shimmying itself down her curves, her hair was pulled to one side in a messy pigtail, and apparently she’d gone for the open back one. If someone was uncertain what the color of her bra where, there was no need to wonder any longer, because it was there for the whole world to see.
‘Devil, clever. Are we ready to get this over with?’ Apparently Sharon was oblivious to the stares she received, or just did her very best to ignore them as she went over to where Brenda was standing with the ID’s in her hand.
‘-Yes Captain, just let us put the wires on and then we’re all set from here. We’ll be monitoring your activities and be able to get to you within minutes if you need backup. Ok, Chief, If you’ll just stretch your… there we go. Alright. Captain?’
‘-Why don’t I do the honors?’ Flynn had managed to get his jaw back up from the floor and was now appreciating the fact that even in her killer heels he was still raging taller than her with a perfect insight to that bra of hers. Deep purple. Who would have known…?
‘-You? You don’t even know what goes where!’ Provenza was going on his sixth wife, but he was still not sure if seven wouldn’t turn out to be the lucky number, even if it came in a package marked Wicked Witch. If that was what he got when he unwrapped her, he would sure as hell give it a shot.
‘-And you do?’ Sanchez hadn’t kissed another woman since that severe judgment flaw of his when he’d put his moves on with the transsexual they’d encountered some months back. He needed something to wash away that memory, and the black dress in front of him was enough to make him consider taking off his wedding ring, even if it was just for one kiss.
‘-Gentlemen, please. Sgt.Tao, hand me the wire.’ Brenda turned around to watch the Captain raise her eyebrow in question. She took a deep breath and walked over to the other woman and leaned in to brush away her hair from her neck. She took a step closer and leaned in to sneak her arms around the gentle curves of the Captain. She was close enough to smell the scent from her hair. Honey… combined with a fresh smell of perfume that made her think about the flowery beds on midsummer nights around the house where she’d grown up. She accidentally brushed across the Captains bra when she tried to hide the microphone. The other woman shivered underneath her touch and Brenda found herself holding back a gasp.
Oh sweet lord she was in trouble.
TBC...