Fic: Inertia - Part 2 [The Closer]
Title: Inertia - Part 2 [The Closer]
Rating: PG 13
Ship: Brenda/Sharon
Disclaimer: Not mine; never were! No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Nothing can stay unchanged forever. Brenda starts to cope with life after Fritz and Will warns her that her job isn't as secure as she thought.
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Brenda didn't expect to be woken up by Sharon Raydor. Certainly not in her car. She didn't expect to ever be woken up by anyone ever again, after Fritz left. She supposed Sharon Raydor wasn't too bad to wake up to. A slight blush rose to her cheeks - she hadn't meant like that, although now that the thought was there, she couldn't help but wonder what the other woman would look like, like that, all undone without her pressed suits and her straightened hair and her lipstick. Brenda was certain that beneath all that armor Captain Raydor donned every morning, was a beautiful woman.
Not that it mattered.
Because it didn't. Sharon Raydor may be beautiful, and competent, she was also bossy, controlling and confused the hell out of her. She didn't need to wake her up this morning (although she was glad she had), and she certainly didn't need to be kind, offering up her morning coffee, or breakfast - but then to return to being almost rude as she left the elevator, not even looking at her, as if she couldn't wait leave her presence.
Brenda sighed and threw back her shoulders, preparing for whatever lay behind the opening elevator doors. No one had called her, no one had checked on her - they had, for all intents and purposes, left her. The office confirmed it, with the white board already set up for their latest case - the victim, Peter Maccey's photo already up. The guys all looked up at her, with guilty eyes but didn't say anything to her as she made her way into the middle of the room. "Well thanks, fellas!" She began. "I really appreciate it - looks like y'all have this under control, don't you?"
"Chief -" Flynn stepped up, "We didn't mean-"
"Didn't mean to what?" Brenda asked, cocking her head to one side, stepping up towards him, "To undermine me? Or my position? By all means, go on."
"Chief," Provenza began -
"What Lieutenant?" She snapped.
"We didn't mean nothing by it - it's just, you know."
"No, I don't know."
"You haven't - you know, been yourself -" He began, embarrassed.
"And so when we saw you sleepin' we figured you could use a break, it's rough, when stuff happens." Flynn continued, trying to dance around what they all knew but didn't talk about.
Fritz and her.
Fritz leaving her.
"So we started with some of the basic stuff, you know, cataloging the evidence, we were gonna wake you up-"
"Honest, Chief." Provenza chimed in, "If you weren't up by 7, we were gonna go get you, before the lot got filled."
Brenda sighed and ran her hand across her brow - they were just looking out for her. She knew it, she'd been off, moody for the last few months and it was only getting worse. They had been really sweet trying not to say anything - they knew what it was like, hell, they'd gone through more break-ups than she had boyfriends. "Well thank you, all of y'all, I'm fine. Next time though, wake me up. The last think I need is be fired - then I'd be dumped and fired." She smiled and moved towards her office where she dropped off her purse before returning to the room, "Now, where we at?"
"Uh, Chief? You uh, got a little something on your lip." Flynn pointed out before turning towards the board and began to catch her up.
~ ~ ~
She didn't like it, not one bit.
Being summoned up to Will's office mid-day was never a good thing. "You want me to what?!" She asked, making sure she heard correctly.
"I want Captain Raydor to shadow you."
"Am I being investigated for something Will?" She asked, rising from her seat and pacing around.
"No. Should you be?"
"No. So if I'm not being investigated, then why am I having that horrible woman shadow me?" Brenda was stewing, but she was too tired to be truly angry just yet.
"Sharon Raydor's smart, and good at her job; she's also stuck in F.I.D. and I want to see her branch out, get a chance to see what else is out there."
"Are you trying to sleep with her?" She asked, cranky and unable to stop herself.
"What?! That's entirely out-"
"Sorry. It's been a long, long day at the end of a long, long week." She sighed and moved to the window.
"I want her to become more experienced, see what else the LAPD can offer. I also want your team to be ready."
"Ready for what?" She asked, her shoulders squared back for a fight.
"Should anything happen, Chief Johnson, I want to make sure your department is ready."
"Should anything happen, Chief Pope? Is that a threat?"
"Not at all, Brenda." He said, "But it might be a warning. People have been asking about you. I don't know what it means, they might transfer you, they might promote you, they might just be nosy, I don't want you to be unprepared."
"No, you just want me to train my replacement."
Brenda continued to look out the window. She was getting tired, it didn't seem to stop - this constant insecurity about her job. Her life was unraveling quickly. "It won't work." She spoke finally, turning to face her boss.
"What won't?"
"All of this. Y'all can't push me out like that-"
"We're not-" Pope began, but stopped when Brenda raised her hand up.
"And they won't accept her. Not as their boss. Not her."
"They accepted you, didn't they?"
Rating: PG 13
Ship: Brenda/Sharon
Disclaimer: Not mine; never were! No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Nothing can stay unchanged forever. Brenda starts to cope with life after Fritz and Will warns her that her job isn't as secure as she thought.
~
Brenda didn't expect to be woken up by Sharon Raydor. Certainly not in her car. She didn't expect to ever be woken up by anyone ever again, after Fritz left. She supposed Sharon Raydor wasn't too bad to wake up to. A slight blush rose to her cheeks - she hadn't meant like that, although now that the thought was there, she couldn't help but wonder what the other woman would look like, like that, all undone without her pressed suits and her straightened hair and her lipstick. Brenda was certain that beneath all that armor Captain Raydor donned every morning, was a beautiful woman.
Not that it mattered.
Because it didn't. Sharon Raydor may be beautiful, and competent, she was also bossy, controlling and confused the hell out of her. She didn't need to wake her up this morning (although she was glad she had), and she certainly didn't need to be kind, offering up her morning coffee, or breakfast - but then to return to being almost rude as she left the elevator, not even looking at her, as if she couldn't wait leave her presence.
Brenda sighed and threw back her shoulders, preparing for whatever lay behind the opening elevator doors. No one had called her, no one had checked on her - they had, for all intents and purposes, left her. The office confirmed it, with the white board already set up for their latest case - the victim, Peter Maccey's photo already up. The guys all looked up at her, with guilty eyes but didn't say anything to her as she made her way into the middle of the room. "Well thanks, fellas!" She began. "I really appreciate it - looks like y'all have this under control, don't you?"
"Chief -" Flynn stepped up, "We didn't mean-"
"Didn't mean to what?" Brenda asked, cocking her head to one side, stepping up towards him, "To undermine me? Or my position? By all means, go on."
"Chief," Provenza began -
"What Lieutenant?" She snapped.
"We didn't mean nothing by it - it's just, you know."
"No, I don't know."
"You haven't - you know, been yourself -" He began, embarrassed.
"And so when we saw you sleepin' we figured you could use a break, it's rough, when stuff happens." Flynn continued, trying to dance around what they all knew but didn't talk about.
Fritz and her.
Fritz leaving her.
"So we started with some of the basic stuff, you know, cataloging the evidence, we were gonna wake you up-"
"Honest, Chief." Provenza chimed in, "If you weren't up by 7, we were gonna go get you, before the lot got filled."
Brenda sighed and ran her hand across her brow - they were just looking out for her. She knew it, she'd been off, moody for the last few months and it was only getting worse. They had been really sweet trying not to say anything - they knew what it was like, hell, they'd gone through more break-ups than she had boyfriends. "Well thank you, all of y'all, I'm fine. Next time though, wake me up. The last think I need is be fired - then I'd be dumped and fired." She smiled and moved towards her office where she dropped off her purse before returning to the room, "Now, where we at?"
"Uh, Chief? You uh, got a little something on your lip." Flynn pointed out before turning towards the board and began to catch her up.
~ ~ ~
She didn't like it, not one bit.
Being summoned up to Will's office mid-day was never a good thing. "You want me to what?!" She asked, making sure she heard correctly.
"I want Captain Raydor to shadow you."
"Am I being investigated for something Will?" She asked, rising from her seat and pacing around.
"No. Should you be?"
"No. So if I'm not being investigated, then why am I having that horrible woman shadow me?" Brenda was stewing, but she was too tired to be truly angry just yet.
"Sharon Raydor's smart, and good at her job; she's also stuck in F.I.D. and I want to see her branch out, get a chance to see what else is out there."
"Are you trying to sleep with her?" She asked, cranky and unable to stop herself.
"What?! That's entirely out-"
"Sorry. It's been a long, long day at the end of a long, long week." She sighed and moved to the window.
"I want her to become more experienced, see what else the LAPD can offer. I also want your team to be ready."
"Ready for what?" She asked, her shoulders squared back for a fight.
"Should anything happen, Chief Johnson, I want to make sure your department is ready."
"Should anything happen, Chief Pope? Is that a threat?"
"Not at all, Brenda." He said, "But it might be a warning. People have been asking about you. I don't know what it means, they might transfer you, they might promote you, they might just be nosy, I don't want you to be unprepared."
"No, you just want me to train my replacement."
Brenda continued to look out the window. She was getting tired, it didn't seem to stop - this constant insecurity about her job. Her life was unraveling quickly. "It won't work." She spoke finally, turning to face her boss.
"What won't?"
"All of this. Y'all can't push me out like that-"
"We're not-" Pope began, but stopped when Brenda raised her hand up.
"And they won't accept her. Not as their boss. Not her."
"They accepted you, didn't they?"