Set Fire to the Rain 10/12
Title: Set Fire to the Rain 10/12
Author: smartasswillow
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
CHAPTER 10
Three weeks later Sharon was still trying to figure out how to talk to the Chief without getting killed in the process. She’d heard Fritz had left her but apparently it wasn’t such good news since the blonde wasn’t answering her calls and was successfully avoiding being alone with her.
Another officer decided to get killed in a shooting so FID and Major Crimes were currently working together. Sharon was doing her best to keep it professional, she had already gotten too close once before and screwed her job up. She didn’t want to repeat the experience.
Brenda wasn’t so good. She used any chance she got to humiliate her. She had always done that but now Sharon knew it was personal. And it hurt.
She was willing to stay calm and swallow every low blow. After all she didn’t make a career jumping on superior officers. But she should have known that Brenda had the ability to bring out the worst in her. And that she wasn’t afraid to use it.
“So Captain with which useless and boring details are you going to annoy us today?”
“It’s not a detail if someone breaks the chain of custody of the gun used by the killer.”
“Oh Captain, we all are very sorry to have disappointed you. But I’ll get a confession so the gun won’t be so important during the trial.”
Sharon looked around the room. Everybody was truly embarrassed. Brenda was giving a poor show.
“You know I’m right.”
“I don’t have to know anything Captain. This is the way I’m leading this investigation. Take it or leave it. Ooops! You can’t leave! So I guess you have only one choice left.” Brenda was smiling and even though the smile wasn’t reaching her eyes, Sharon lost it.
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“You. Come with me. Now.”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
“You do now.” Sharon grabbed her arm and dragged her in her office. She stared firmly in Brenda’s eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“Captain!”
“You’re making a fool of yourself.”
“I’m not…”
“You are. And I’m not letting you flush your and my career down the toilet just because you are upset with me.”
“Upset? What an understatement.”
“God Brenda talk to me. I called you a hundred times…”
“Three.” Brenda interrupted her.
“Three?”
“You called me only three times.”
“So that’s it? I didn’t crawl enough?”
“You didn’t crawl at all!”
“I was giving you time to think.”
“Oh I had plenty of that since Fritz left because I screwed you.”
“He knows? How…”
“I told him.”
“Were you out of your mind?” The brunette snapped.
“Thank you Sharon, thank you very much for your support.”
Sharon put her hands on her own waist and bent back her head breathing deeply. When she was ready she spoke again. “Ok. Let’s start this again. You told Fritz about us.”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“The morning after we slept together.”
“Ok. Then he left you.”
“A few days later, yes.”
“Then why didn’t you call me? Didn’t you think that maybe, I don’t know, I would have appreciated being informed?”
The blonde was suddenly out of words.
“Brenda?” Sharon saw a little shame flashing in her eyes. “Oh, I see.” She stepped back. “You didn’t want him to leave.” Her answer was a guilty silence.
“I’m sorry Chief, I completely misjudged the situation.”
“No, you…”
Sharon raised her arms. “It’s ok, really. I don’t know what I was thinking… Obviously you’d never…”
“Sharon…” Brenda realized truly for the first time that Sharon was hurt too. That she wasn’t carrying all the pain in this story.
“Chief, please. What matters now is that we find a way to work together.”
“I…”
“Good. I think that’s all. I have to go. See you tomorrow Chief.”
Brenda watched her leaving, rushing out the door. Oh why must everything always be more complicated that she had originally thought?
It was a bad day in a bad week of a bad month for LAPD Detective Mikki Mendoza. Her girlfriend had left her, her beloved Terrier had gone with her, she couldn't afford her beautiful house before the ocean anymore and on top of everything she was being forced into desk duty so no more perp-ass-kicking to relieve the tension. Life wasn't playing nice with her.
She was lazily driving her sedan out of the HQ parking lot when she spotted a beautiful dark-haired woman getting out of her car and opening the hood.
“Good evening Cap'n Raydor.”
“Uhm... good evening...”
“Mendoza, Detective Mendoza. We met during a look-out with Chief Johnson.”
“Oh yes sure, you were carrying a doll if I remember correctly.”
“Yes it was my mommy-undercover.”
“And you used it to knock out the suspect.”
“I had to mad'm, he wasn't very cooperative.”
“It was quite impressive.” smiled Raydor.
“Are you having troubles with your car?”
“Unfortunately I am. I called my mechanic and he'll be here in the morning. I don't know why I bothered opening the hood. I have no idea what I'm looking at.”
“Can't help with that but if you want I can give you a ride.”
“Oh don't worry, I'll call a cab.”
“Really Capt'n, it would be my pleasure and honestly I have nothing better to do.”
“If you put it so nicely how can I resist?”
“Sorry Capt'n. My manners are a sore point of mine.”
“I'm sure you have other qualities.” The two looked at each other. Raydor's eyes were deep green. She hadn't ever noticed that. And they were intense. Too intense to go along with such a cheap compliment and Mikki couldn't help thinking that maybe, maybe, this gorgeous woman was flirting with her. “I'll grab my purse.”
Detective Mendoza indulged on the well-shaped body that was walking away. Then kicked herself and got out of the car to open the door.
“You're improving.”
“Just tryin' mad'm.”
After Raydor gave her the address the ride was quiet. The sunset's light warmed the inside of the car with orange shades and Mikki Mendoza's skin was shining.
Raydor's home was a light yellow one level house with a small yard in the front. The sedan slowed down and parked along the curb.
“Nice place you've got.”
“Thanks.” Raydor wasn't looking at her. Wasn't even making as if to leave the car. “Do you want to come inside?”
So yes, Raydor was indeed flirting with her. “I... I’d really like that.”
The Captain didn't seem particularly happy. More like she had wanted to prove herself and she had just proved too much.
Once inside, Raydor took off her jacket and opened the blinds. She put away her gun and badge in a small safe near the door, trying to avoid facing the woman standing in her living room. When she ran out of excuses she turned to Mikki. “Want something to drink?”
“A beer would be lovely.”
“A beer? Maybe Jake left one, let me check.”
Back from the kitchen holding a glass of Merlot and a Corona she sat on the couch close to Mikki.
“Jake?”
“Yes Jake is my eldest son. He's almost your age.”
“He's a cop too?”
“A lawyer in D.C,” Raydor said, then rushed. “Maybe he would fit better.” Mikki saw regret flashing green eyes but decided that if the Captain was trying to sabotage whatever was happening she wouldn't let her.
“Well... maybe if he's got your eyes and I'm drop-dead drunk, Captain.”
Sharon pouted her lips than released them in a smirk. “I think you can call me Sharon here.”
“Ok, then Sharon why are you so nervous?”
“I wouldn't say nervous.” Mikki raised a brow. “I'm more... to be honest I always know what i'm doing. But now I don't even know what I want. And Mikki, I'm sorry, I don't think it's something about you.”
“You know what I'm really good at?”
Sharon smiled. “Please do tell me detective.”
“Keeping it simple.”
“I like that.”
“Smart brainy women love that, you could never go wrong.”
“Oh so you do this often.”
“Save beautiful ladies? All the time.”
“Beautiful?”
Mikki took her hand and kissed the palm, smiling. Then she let it go and leaned on the couch. “So, how was your day?”
“Small talk, ok. Well my day was annoying, disrespectful, a pain in the ass, blonde and awfully floral.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Do you?”
“Well, not really, I like Chief Johnson, she's a hell of a cop but I can understand it's easier to take orders from her than trying to get answers.” Sharon was silent so Mikki went on. “And she's not bad to look at.”
“God she's so pink, pink should be forbidden after you turn six. And that huge bag and those hats. Someone should break it to her, this is not Tara.”
“You sound... involved.”
“Involved in planning her murder.”
“It's a thin line...”
“Are we done with girly chat?”
“What are you thinking?”
“Oh detective you're young but not that young.”
Mikki got closer caressing her face. “And I've got a thing for women who use sex as a way to change subject.” Before Sharon could answer she caught her lips in a kiss.
Did she really want this? Sleeping with random men was one thing. This was totally different and maybe she was just making things messier. But stopping thinking about Brenda was as much appealing as Mikki’s soft lips. And the detective seemed quite skilled indeed.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Perhaps it wouldn’t be extraordinary but extraordinary had almost killed her and now she could easily settle for good enough.
Author: smartasswillow
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
CHAPTER 10
Three weeks later Sharon was still trying to figure out how to talk to the Chief without getting killed in the process. She’d heard Fritz had left her but apparently it wasn’t such good news since the blonde wasn’t answering her calls and was successfully avoiding being alone with her.
Another officer decided to get killed in a shooting so FID and Major Crimes were currently working together. Sharon was doing her best to keep it professional, she had already gotten too close once before and screwed her job up. She didn’t want to repeat the experience.
Brenda wasn’t so good. She used any chance she got to humiliate her. She had always done that but now Sharon knew it was personal. And it hurt.
She was willing to stay calm and swallow every low blow. After all she didn’t make a career jumping on superior officers. But she should have known that Brenda had the ability to bring out the worst in her. And that she wasn’t afraid to use it.
“So Captain with which useless and boring details are you going to annoy us today?”
“It’s not a detail if someone breaks the chain of custody of the gun used by the killer.”
“Oh Captain, we all are very sorry to have disappointed you. But I’ll get a confession so the gun won’t be so important during the trial.”
Sharon looked around the room. Everybody was truly embarrassed. Brenda was giving a poor show.
“You know I’m right.”
“I don’t have to know anything Captain. This is the way I’m leading this investigation. Take it or leave it. Ooops! You can’t leave! So I guess you have only one choice left.” Brenda was smiling and even though the smile wasn’t reaching her eyes, Sharon lost it.
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“You. Come with me. Now.”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
“You do now.” Sharon grabbed her arm and dragged her in her office. She stared firmly in Brenda’s eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“Captain!”
“You’re making a fool of yourself.”
“I’m not…”
“You are. And I’m not letting you flush your and my career down the toilet just because you are upset with me.”
“Upset? What an understatement.”
“God Brenda talk to me. I called you a hundred times…”
“Three.” Brenda interrupted her.
“Three?”
“You called me only three times.”
“So that’s it? I didn’t crawl enough?”
“You didn’t crawl at all!”
“I was giving you time to think.”
“Oh I had plenty of that since Fritz left because I screwed you.”
“He knows? How…”
“I told him.”
“Were you out of your mind?” The brunette snapped.
“Thank you Sharon, thank you very much for your support.”
Sharon put her hands on her own waist and bent back her head breathing deeply. When she was ready she spoke again. “Ok. Let’s start this again. You told Fritz about us.”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“The morning after we slept together.”
“Ok. Then he left you.”
“A few days later, yes.”
“Then why didn’t you call me? Didn’t you think that maybe, I don’t know, I would have appreciated being informed?”
The blonde was suddenly out of words.
“Brenda?” Sharon saw a little shame flashing in her eyes. “Oh, I see.” She stepped back. “You didn’t want him to leave.” Her answer was a guilty silence.
“I’m sorry Chief, I completely misjudged the situation.”
“No, you…”
Sharon raised her arms. “It’s ok, really. I don’t know what I was thinking… Obviously you’d never…”
“Sharon…” Brenda realized truly for the first time that Sharon was hurt too. That she wasn’t carrying all the pain in this story.
“Chief, please. What matters now is that we find a way to work together.”
“I…”
“Good. I think that’s all. I have to go. See you tomorrow Chief.”
Brenda watched her leaving, rushing out the door. Oh why must everything always be more complicated that she had originally thought?
It was a bad day in a bad week of a bad month for LAPD Detective Mikki Mendoza. Her girlfriend had left her, her beloved Terrier had gone with her, she couldn't afford her beautiful house before the ocean anymore and on top of everything she was being forced into desk duty so no more perp-ass-kicking to relieve the tension. Life wasn't playing nice with her.
She was lazily driving her sedan out of the HQ parking lot when she spotted a beautiful dark-haired woman getting out of her car and opening the hood.
“Good evening Cap'n Raydor.”
“Uhm... good evening...”
“Mendoza, Detective Mendoza. We met during a look-out with Chief Johnson.”
“Oh yes sure, you were carrying a doll if I remember correctly.”
“Yes it was my mommy-undercover.”
“And you used it to knock out the suspect.”
“I had to mad'm, he wasn't very cooperative.”
“It was quite impressive.” smiled Raydor.
“Are you having troubles with your car?”
“Unfortunately I am. I called my mechanic and he'll be here in the morning. I don't know why I bothered opening the hood. I have no idea what I'm looking at.”
“Can't help with that but if you want I can give you a ride.”
“Oh don't worry, I'll call a cab.”
“Really Capt'n, it would be my pleasure and honestly I have nothing better to do.”
“If you put it so nicely how can I resist?”
“Sorry Capt'n. My manners are a sore point of mine.”
“I'm sure you have other qualities.” The two looked at each other. Raydor's eyes were deep green. She hadn't ever noticed that. And they were intense. Too intense to go along with such a cheap compliment and Mikki couldn't help thinking that maybe, maybe, this gorgeous woman was flirting with her. “I'll grab my purse.”
Detective Mendoza indulged on the well-shaped body that was walking away. Then kicked herself and got out of the car to open the door.
“You're improving.”
“Just tryin' mad'm.”
After Raydor gave her the address the ride was quiet. The sunset's light warmed the inside of the car with orange shades and Mikki Mendoza's skin was shining.
Raydor's home was a light yellow one level house with a small yard in the front. The sedan slowed down and parked along the curb.
“Nice place you've got.”
“Thanks.” Raydor wasn't looking at her. Wasn't even making as if to leave the car. “Do you want to come inside?”
So yes, Raydor was indeed flirting with her. “I... I’d really like that.”
The Captain didn't seem particularly happy. More like she had wanted to prove herself and she had just proved too much.
Once inside, Raydor took off her jacket and opened the blinds. She put away her gun and badge in a small safe near the door, trying to avoid facing the woman standing in her living room. When she ran out of excuses she turned to Mikki. “Want something to drink?”
“A beer would be lovely.”
“A beer? Maybe Jake left one, let me check.”
Back from the kitchen holding a glass of Merlot and a Corona she sat on the couch close to Mikki.
“Jake?”
“Yes Jake is my eldest son. He's almost your age.”
“He's a cop too?”
“A lawyer in D.C,” Raydor said, then rushed. “Maybe he would fit better.” Mikki saw regret flashing green eyes but decided that if the Captain was trying to sabotage whatever was happening she wouldn't let her.
“Well... maybe if he's got your eyes and I'm drop-dead drunk, Captain.”
Sharon pouted her lips than released them in a smirk. “I think you can call me Sharon here.”
“Ok, then Sharon why are you so nervous?”
“I wouldn't say nervous.” Mikki raised a brow. “I'm more... to be honest I always know what i'm doing. But now I don't even know what I want. And Mikki, I'm sorry, I don't think it's something about you.”
“You know what I'm really good at?”
Sharon smiled. “Please do tell me detective.”
“Keeping it simple.”
“I like that.”
“Smart brainy women love that, you could never go wrong.”
“Oh so you do this often.”
“Save beautiful ladies? All the time.”
“Beautiful?”
Mikki took her hand and kissed the palm, smiling. Then she let it go and leaned on the couch. “So, how was your day?”
“Small talk, ok. Well my day was annoying, disrespectful, a pain in the ass, blonde and awfully floral.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Do you?”
“Well, not really, I like Chief Johnson, she's a hell of a cop but I can understand it's easier to take orders from her than trying to get answers.” Sharon was silent so Mikki went on. “And she's not bad to look at.”
“God she's so pink, pink should be forbidden after you turn six. And that huge bag and those hats. Someone should break it to her, this is not Tara.”
“You sound... involved.”
“Involved in planning her murder.”
“It's a thin line...”
“Are we done with girly chat?”
“What are you thinking?”
“Oh detective you're young but not that young.”
Mikki got closer caressing her face. “And I've got a thing for women who use sex as a way to change subject.” Before Sharon could answer she caught her lips in a kiss.
Did she really want this? Sleeping with random men was one thing. This was totally different and maybe she was just making things messier. But stopping thinking about Brenda was as much appealing as Mikki’s soft lips. And the detective seemed quite skilled indeed.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Perhaps it wouldn’t be extraordinary but extraordinary had almost killed her and now she could easily settle for good enough.