"Enigma (5/16)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: Enigma (5/16)
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 624
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show
Summary: Sharon and Andrea's relationship has been balanced on the precipice of friendship and something more for longer than either of them care to admit. Will the ever-present danger of their jobs finally push them over that fine line? Or will it pull them apart?
A/N: Fic starts out in season seven of The Closer, and follows the events (we've taken some liberties of course) of Major Crimes. This fic is complete and chapters will be posted on a weekly basis. On ff.net: Enigma.
Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4,
(graphic made by me with my own screencaps and those taken with permission from MajorCrimesTV.net. Please do not take or re-post.)
Sharon stood at the elevators at the Major Crimes division, waiting impatiently for Andrea Hobbs to arrive. She hated that she had to brief the D.A.’s office every time Brenda Leigh Johnson’s team rolled out for a homicide, but rules were rules and she was going to follow them, even if it meant great discomfort in her own life. Pope got along well with Andrea, he admired her no-nonsense attitude; thus he often requested that she be used specifically in any case that Chief Johnson was the lead investigator in.
Andrea stepped off the elevator and nodded her head politely at Sharon. “Good afternoon, Captain Raydor,” she greeted Sharon, making a concentrated effort to keep her eyes focused on Sharon’s face and nowhere else on her body.
She’d purposely avoided Sharon as much as she could lately out of frustration and anger for how her supposed friend had treated her. Part of her hated Sharon for being such a coward, but then part of her was still inexplicably drawn to the older woman; and for that, Andrea hated herself a little bit too. She’d never compromised her happiness or emotional well being for a relationship before, if someone was in her life and not contributing to it in a positive way, Andrea cut them out of it. No hesitation. With Sharon, it was complicated. Yes, part of her wanted the Captain gone altogether, but part of her still ached for Sharon’s presence in her life; caught between her conflicting feelings Andrea had kept Sharon out of her personal life entirely but remained civil to her at work. Andrea could do professionalism, it was a safe and comfortable place for her to be right now while she tried to make sense of the mess that was the situation between herself and Sharon lately.
“You’re looking well.” Sharon smiled at her colleague, hoping to elicit a friendlier, warmer reaction from the blonde. But Andrea only offered her another curt nod. “Sorry to pull you over here from your office in the middle of the day.”
Andrea shook her head. “It’s no trouble, part of the job,” she said crisply. “Has the suspect asked for an attorney yet?” Straight to business. As was the usual these days.
Sharon followed her down the hallway towards the murder room. “No, he hasn’t asked for one yet. But it’s only a matter of time. Lt. Provenza and Lt. Flynn located his sister. His original alibi indicated that he was with her during his wife’s murder. When asked where she was the night before last, she confirmed that she had gone to see a film with her boyfriend, but neglected to mention her brother joining them. Not to mention, we’ve found his DNA under his wife’s fingernails; it’s likely that she fought back when he attacked her.”
Andrea nodded. “So it’s pretty simple then? No big surprises? Nothing that’s going to hinder me from doing my job?” she asked pointedly.
“Everyone has been on their...most decent behaviour,” she said, in regards to Chief Johnson and her team. “But I’m still here looking for their leak, so, their attitude towards me is quite a different story."
“Ah, so that’s what must have you so busy, then,” Andrea joked as Sharon walked her down the hallway towards the electronics room. She risked a glance at Sharon to observe how she reacted to the mention of her previous promise to maintain their friendship; something which neither one of them had been able to live up to.
Sharon blushed as she realized Andrea’s slight. “I’m sorry I haven’t called, I have been busy with this, yes...” she trailed off as they reached Buzz and the rest of the team and she bit her lip in frustration as their conversation was cut off, “I will uh, see you after all this is done, DDA Hobbs.”
“Of course,” Andrea said with a polite nod of her head.
***
Sharon pinched the bridge of her nose as she stared again at the file in front of her. It was becoming more and more difficult to balance her duties in Internal Affairs, while also being assigned the job of Chief Johnson’s permanent babysitter. It was becoming tiresome and frankly, downright insulting to both her and Chief Johnson. She was never in her own office anymore and the team often resented when she asked to share their desk space. Though, whenever she needed to do paperwork in their department, they often all fled which at least granted her some privacy.
Sharon heard the clicking of heels and looked up to see Andrea walking towards her. She looked about as exhausted as Sharon felt right now. “DDA Hobbs,” she said formally, too nervous to greet her any other way. She watched as the blonde approached her desk, still upholding her professional facade. Sharon couldn’t help the sadness and guilt that gnawed at her conscience as, with each interaction, she realized she was steadily losing Andrea’s friendship.
“We’re all done here. He confessed to second degree murder and we’ve set a date with the judge. Like you said, pretty simple,” she smiled politely, crossing an arm over her chest as she held her briefcase with her other hand.
Sharon continued to watch Andrea as the younger woman leaned against her desk to discuss the case. It had been a long while since she’d been in such close proximity with the blonde; she had missed being so physically close to her. She caught a whiff of her perfume as Andrea turned to head towards the elevators, obviously more than ready to leave Major Crimes and Sharon behind for the evening.
“Can I walk you to the elevators?” Sharon asked awkwardly, practically jumping out of her chair as she watched Andrea stand to go. She felt guilty for affording her professional life all of her attention lately, but more than that she couldn’t help but give into her need to be around Andrea, even for just a few more moments.
Andrea regarded her with a frown, but nodded. “Umm, sure you can, Captain.” She did her best to smile, but it was awkward. She felt tense and unsure around Sharon; she didn’t know how to act around her anymore.
“Look, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy,” Sharon started as they walked next to each other, keeping a careful distance. “I’ve been so wrapped up in trying to find the leak in Major Crimes, which has set me back quite a lot in Internal Affairs. I’ve been so behind in my paperwork, I’ve been working my over time at home every night and on the weekends. I guess my mind has been caught up in work lately and not in my life outside of these walls. I’ve been meaning to call you.”
“You don’t have to call me,” Andrea said stiffly, stopping in front of the large metal doors to wait for the elevator. “I know you’re busy.”
Sharon crossed her arms over her chest nervously, wishing she hadn’t volunteered to walk Andrea out. All she really wanted to do was wrap her arms around the younger woman and tell her she was sorry, tell her she missed her. “I wanted to call, Andrea,” she said quietly, her voice trailing as she tried to figure out her next move. “Do you want to have dinner sometime? We can catch up?”
Andrea shifted nervously in her heels. “I’m a bit busy lately myself...”
“Tell you what, I’ll make that chicken and quinoa dish again,” Sharon said brightly. “I was planning on making it tonight and I did promise to make you my guest whenever I made it,” she said, hoping that memories of happier, simpler times between them might work in her favour.
Andrea looked Sharon up and down, unsure of how to let her down easily. It was then that she noticed that the tag of Sharon’s blouse was sticking out through her thick hair. “Here,” she said quietly, pushing Sharon’s hair to one side of her face so she could tuck the tag back in. She couldn’t help but recall what it had felt like to touch her properly, to be able to push her hair aside and kiss her neck, to hold her close as they slept. She sighed heavily. “I’ll call you when I’m not so busy, okay? But tonight doesn’t work for me. I’m sorry Sharon,” she muttered.
“Okay...okay. Yes.” Sharon swallowed hard and did her best to keep herself together as Andrea stepped onto the elevator. The feeling of Andrea’s hands on her shoulders, her fingers lightly combing through her hair, it shook her. “Well, have a good night, then,” she muttered, crossing her arms to hold herself.
As the elevator doors closed, Andrea let out a breath she didn’t even know she had been holding in. Their relationship had all but disintegrated and Andrea didn’t know how to bring it back to life, or how to move on. Being near Sharon was awkward, complicated, and painful; she missed her friend, but she missed her lover even more. Try as she did, she couldn’t get herself to go back to just being Sharon’s friend; she couldn’t forget that night no matter how hard she tried. Yet Andrea was caught, for she wasn’t ready yet to try and move on and jump back into the frightening world of dating.
She felt terrible about lying to her, but she would not be calling Sharon anytime soon, especially not to hang out at her house. That just seemed like a recipe for disaster to Andrea. She sighed and tried to push all thought of Sharon out of her head as she walked out of the police station and into the chilly evening air.
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 624
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show
Summary: Sharon and Andrea's relationship has been balanced on the precipice of friendship and something more for longer than either of them care to admit. Will the ever-present danger of their jobs finally push them over that fine line? Or will it pull them apart?
A/N: Fic starts out in season seven of The Closer, and follows the events (we've taken some liberties of course) of Major Crimes. This fic is complete and chapters will be posted on a weekly basis. On ff.net: Enigma.
Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4,
(graphic made by me with my own screencaps and those taken with permission from MajorCrimesTV.net. Please do not take or re-post.)
Sharon stood at the elevators at the Major Crimes division, waiting impatiently for Andrea Hobbs to arrive. She hated that she had to brief the D.A.’s office every time Brenda Leigh Johnson’s team rolled out for a homicide, but rules were rules and she was going to follow them, even if it meant great discomfort in her own life. Pope got along well with Andrea, he admired her no-nonsense attitude; thus he often requested that she be used specifically in any case that Chief Johnson was the lead investigator in.
Andrea stepped off the elevator and nodded her head politely at Sharon. “Good afternoon, Captain Raydor,” she greeted Sharon, making a concentrated effort to keep her eyes focused on Sharon’s face and nowhere else on her body.
She’d purposely avoided Sharon as much as she could lately out of frustration and anger for how her supposed friend had treated her. Part of her hated Sharon for being such a coward, but then part of her was still inexplicably drawn to the older woman; and for that, Andrea hated herself a little bit too. She’d never compromised her happiness or emotional well being for a relationship before, if someone was in her life and not contributing to it in a positive way, Andrea cut them out of it. No hesitation. With Sharon, it was complicated. Yes, part of her wanted the Captain gone altogether, but part of her still ached for Sharon’s presence in her life; caught between her conflicting feelings Andrea had kept Sharon out of her personal life entirely but remained civil to her at work. Andrea could do professionalism, it was a safe and comfortable place for her to be right now while she tried to make sense of the mess that was the situation between herself and Sharon lately.
“You’re looking well.” Sharon smiled at her colleague, hoping to elicit a friendlier, warmer reaction from the blonde. But Andrea only offered her another curt nod. “Sorry to pull you over here from your office in the middle of the day.”
Andrea shook her head. “It’s no trouble, part of the job,” she said crisply. “Has the suspect asked for an attorney yet?” Straight to business. As was the usual these days.
Sharon followed her down the hallway towards the murder room. “No, he hasn’t asked for one yet. But it’s only a matter of time. Lt. Provenza and Lt. Flynn located his sister. His original alibi indicated that he was with her during his wife’s murder. When asked where she was the night before last, she confirmed that she had gone to see a film with her boyfriend, but neglected to mention her brother joining them. Not to mention, we’ve found his DNA under his wife’s fingernails; it’s likely that she fought back when he attacked her.”
Andrea nodded. “So it’s pretty simple then? No big surprises? Nothing that’s going to hinder me from doing my job?” she asked pointedly.
“Everyone has been on their...most decent behaviour,” she said, in regards to Chief Johnson and her team. “But I’m still here looking for their leak, so, their attitude towards me is quite a different story."
“Ah, so that’s what must have you so busy, then,” Andrea joked as Sharon walked her down the hallway towards the electronics room. She risked a glance at Sharon to observe how she reacted to the mention of her previous promise to maintain their friendship; something which neither one of them had been able to live up to.
Sharon blushed as she realized Andrea’s slight. “I’m sorry I haven’t called, I have been busy with this, yes...” she trailed off as they reached Buzz and the rest of the team and she bit her lip in frustration as their conversation was cut off, “I will uh, see you after all this is done, DDA Hobbs.”
“Of course,” Andrea said with a polite nod of her head.
***
Sharon pinched the bridge of her nose as she stared again at the file in front of her. It was becoming more and more difficult to balance her duties in Internal Affairs, while also being assigned the job of Chief Johnson’s permanent babysitter. It was becoming tiresome and frankly, downright insulting to both her and Chief Johnson. She was never in her own office anymore and the team often resented when she asked to share their desk space. Though, whenever she needed to do paperwork in their department, they often all fled which at least granted her some privacy.
Sharon heard the clicking of heels and looked up to see Andrea walking towards her. She looked about as exhausted as Sharon felt right now. “DDA Hobbs,” she said formally, too nervous to greet her any other way. She watched as the blonde approached her desk, still upholding her professional facade. Sharon couldn’t help the sadness and guilt that gnawed at her conscience as, with each interaction, she realized she was steadily losing Andrea’s friendship.
“We’re all done here. He confessed to second degree murder and we’ve set a date with the judge. Like you said, pretty simple,” she smiled politely, crossing an arm over her chest as she held her briefcase with her other hand.
Sharon continued to watch Andrea as the younger woman leaned against her desk to discuss the case. It had been a long while since she’d been in such close proximity with the blonde; she had missed being so physically close to her. She caught a whiff of her perfume as Andrea turned to head towards the elevators, obviously more than ready to leave Major Crimes and Sharon behind for the evening.
“Can I walk you to the elevators?” Sharon asked awkwardly, practically jumping out of her chair as she watched Andrea stand to go. She felt guilty for affording her professional life all of her attention lately, but more than that she couldn’t help but give into her need to be around Andrea, even for just a few more moments.
Andrea regarded her with a frown, but nodded. “Umm, sure you can, Captain.” She did her best to smile, but it was awkward. She felt tense and unsure around Sharon; she didn’t know how to act around her anymore.
“Look, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy,” Sharon started as they walked next to each other, keeping a careful distance. “I’ve been so wrapped up in trying to find the leak in Major Crimes, which has set me back quite a lot in Internal Affairs. I’ve been so behind in my paperwork, I’ve been working my over time at home every night and on the weekends. I guess my mind has been caught up in work lately and not in my life outside of these walls. I’ve been meaning to call you.”
“You don’t have to call me,” Andrea said stiffly, stopping in front of the large metal doors to wait for the elevator. “I know you’re busy.”
Sharon crossed her arms over her chest nervously, wishing she hadn’t volunteered to walk Andrea out. All she really wanted to do was wrap her arms around the younger woman and tell her she was sorry, tell her she missed her. “I wanted to call, Andrea,” she said quietly, her voice trailing as she tried to figure out her next move. “Do you want to have dinner sometime? We can catch up?”
Andrea shifted nervously in her heels. “I’m a bit busy lately myself...”
“Tell you what, I’ll make that chicken and quinoa dish again,” Sharon said brightly. “I was planning on making it tonight and I did promise to make you my guest whenever I made it,” she said, hoping that memories of happier, simpler times between them might work in her favour.
Andrea looked Sharon up and down, unsure of how to let her down easily. It was then that she noticed that the tag of Sharon’s blouse was sticking out through her thick hair. “Here,” she said quietly, pushing Sharon’s hair to one side of her face so she could tuck the tag back in. She couldn’t help but recall what it had felt like to touch her properly, to be able to push her hair aside and kiss her neck, to hold her close as they slept. She sighed heavily. “I’ll call you when I’m not so busy, okay? But tonight doesn’t work for me. I’m sorry Sharon,” she muttered.
“Okay...okay. Yes.” Sharon swallowed hard and did her best to keep herself together as Andrea stepped onto the elevator. The feeling of Andrea’s hands on her shoulders, her fingers lightly combing through her hair, it shook her. “Well, have a good night, then,” she muttered, crossing her arms to hold herself.
As the elevator doors closed, Andrea let out a breath she didn’t even know she had been holding in. Their relationship had all but disintegrated and Andrea didn’t know how to bring it back to life, or how to move on. Being near Sharon was awkward, complicated, and painful; she missed her friend, but she missed her lover even more. Try as she did, she couldn’t get herself to go back to just being Sharon’s friend; she couldn’t forget that night no matter how hard she tried. Yet Andrea was caught, for she wasn’t ready yet to try and move on and jump back into the frightening world of dating.
She felt terrible about lying to her, but she would not be calling Sharon anytime soon, especially not to hang out at her house. That just seemed like a recipe for disaster to Andrea. She sighed and tried to push all thought of Sharon out of her head as she walked out of the police station and into the chilly evening air.