Fic: Next Time, Just Call [The Closer/The Good Wife]
Title: Next Time, Just Call [The Closer/The Good Wife]
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine; never were! No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: When Captain Raydor gets in trouble, she calls the one person she can trust.
AN1: Can't tell if I'm the world's worst Athiest or world's worst recovering Catholic :S Either way - there's a loophole in Lent and I have found it - basically, you're allowed to break Lent every Sunday! And while I had every intention of doing a REAL Brenda/Sharon fic, this popped up instead.
AN2: A short, little cracky fic that came out of nowhere while I was making (pound) cake last week and was supposed to be working on something that was COMPLETELY not this! I've become a super-huge fan of The Good Wife, which is surprisingly compelling for a broadcast show. The characters mentioned are as follows Diane Lockhart - the ultra-liberal partner at the law firm that Alicia (the wife of the formerly disgraced States Attorney of illinois) works at as a Junior Associate and Kalinda freelances as a Private Investigator.
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+ May 20, 2011 // 10.09p +
"Chief, you're gonna wanna see this!" Flynn called out, a grin stretching ear from ear.
"What is ...." Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson stopped short at the doorway where Andy Flynn stood. At his feet was the body, it was to be expected - it was why they were there after all - but what she wasn't expecting was who was standing by the window, back to them. "Captain Raydor?"
"Chief Johnson." She turned around, worry etched into every line of her face, her arms crossed before her. "My weapon is on the table to your left."
"What?" The blonde sputtered, confusion evident.
"My weapon..." The brunette began slowly, "Is to your left."
"Did you discharge it?" They stepped aside to allow the other officers to enter and begin examining the crime scene. They were smart enough not to say anything - they simply eyed Sharon with morbid curiosity as they went about their work.
"I refuse to answer any more questions without my lawyer." Sharon answered, as if by rote. It might as well have been for all the times they'd both heard the response.
"Your lawyer?"
"She's already been called -"
"You're lawyering up?" Provenza asked, gruffly as he bent down to examine an empty casing.
"I have contacted my lawyer, she's out of town and will be here first thing in the morning."
"Captain Raydor, you didn't have to call your lawyer...did you?"
"I refuse to answer any more questions without my lawyer." She repeated.
"You realize that we'll have to hold you, don't you Captain, until you're lawyer arrives?" Brenda asked, approached the other woman, "Don't you just want to answer a few questions then head home?" She peered into the murky green eyes and sighed. She knew that look, she was going to get nowhere. "I suppose you were the one who placed the call?"
No response.
Behind her, she could hear voices rising - someone identifying themselves as F.I.D.. Clearly Sharon had been the one to place the call - what other murderer would be as considerate? Murderer. That sounded odd, even in her brain. Murderer. Sharon Raydor couldn't be a murderer - and if she was, Brenda was fairly certain she'd be the one lying face down on the floor. She felt something cold press into her hand, Flynn was handing her handcuffs. She thought she'd get more glee in facing off against Sharon - like Flynn and the boys were - but this just seemed wrong. "You know we have to -"
"Just read me my rights Chief." Sharon said softly, turning around, offering her hands up behind her back.
"You have the right to remain silent..."
+ May 21, 2011 // 9.25a +
"How'd you sleep, Captain?" Brenda asked, placing a cup of black coffee in front of her suspect. There was no answer. This had been Sharon's tactic from the minute she closed the cuffs around her wrists. Nothing past 'yes', 'no', and 'I refuse to answer any more questions without my lawyer'.
Solidarity meant something to Brenda, but this nagging feeling was something beyond the bonds between officers, it was something else completely. It was...different. She didn't know how else to describe it, she wasn't particularly good at using her words to describe her feelings. She just knew that as a cop, something felt off about the case and as a ... friend, it was even more wrong.
They had brought Raydor in last night and placed her in isolation. On her way home late last night, Brenda had stopped by to drop off a sweater she found in Sharon's office - it was long, too long, and pilled - it was obviously well-loved and earned her a sincere smile as she accepted it. Raydor's service revolver had been reported stolen two days ago; the report had been filed, and signed. There had been no I.D. on the body. There had been no answers. This morning there had been no news save for a scrawled message taken by the officer on duty left on her desk saying that Sharon Raydor's council would be at HQ by 9.30.
It was now 9.27 am.
She watched as Sharon's eye didn't move from where they were focused on the desk. Brenda clasped her hands and placed them on the desk.
A knock rang out on the door and both women's heads shot up. The door swung open and Flynn ushered in two women: one a tall, elegant blonde around Sharon's age; the other a familiar looking woman with dark hair and eyes. Brenda stood to greet them. A third tried to pass, shorter than the other two, but Flynn's hand shot up and stopped her. "Lawyers only." She eyed him and shrugged with a practiced ease but Brenda couldn't help but get an distinct feeling of a challenge pass between them. "We'll be out soon Kalinda." The older woman explained, pushing her smile down into straight line. It seemed this Kalinda was something of a pitbull to these two women. She raised her hand in a swift greeting towards Sharon and stepped out. "Good morning - I'm Diane Lockhart, council for Captain Raydor -" The blonde stuck out her hand towards Brenda. "This is my associate, Alicia Florrick."
"How do you do?" Brenda asked, sitting back down. This woman, save for her easy smile, reminded her of Sharon - something about the rise of her eyebrow, her carriage, her wardrobe.
"It's been a while Sharon." She teased, sitting down beside the brunette, running her hand through the other woman's hair, trying to tame it. "You don't have to work so hard to get my attention, next time just call."
"But where's the fun in that?" Sharon responded.
"Always about the fun with you, isn't it? Oh well, it explains why you let your hair look a mess."
Brenda watched for a moment - her first reaction was to shut it down, but she'd never seen Sharon so at ease... Odd, given the fact that she was being questioned for murder.
"Kalinda came?" Sharon asked, moving her head out of the other woman's grasp.
"You know Kalinda?" The other woman asked, ducking her head around to take a look at her client who nodded in her direction.
"How's she doing?"
"She's the same - back and forth. You'll see her as soon as we finish here."
"I'm glad you brought that up -" Brenda jumped in, "I was just waitin' for this little hen party you have here to come to a stop." She tried to contort her face into the sternest expression she could muster.
"Then by all means, Chief Johnson, let's start." Diane turned around to face Brenda. "As such, I would like a few moments to confer with my client."
"Of course." Brenda rose.
"I'm certain that you run an above board operation here, Chief Johnson - but just to make sure, this will be a private and unrecorded exchange, correct?" The smile across Diane Lockhart's face didn't reach her eyes. This woman, well-dressed as she was, was clearly a shark. Luckily, so was she. "Why of course it is, Ms. Lockhart. I will be just outside, knock if y'all need anything."
Brenda stepped outside where she found herself stared at by this Kalinda woman and Flynn. "Officer Flynn, have you offered Miss...I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?"
"Kalinda."
"Ms. Kalinda here a seat in the squad room?"
"I did Chief." Flynn answered slowly, not taking his eyes off the shorter woman who was leaned against the wall. "She declined."
"Politely." The darker woman deadpanned, her eyes trained on the interrogation room door which slowly cracked open, allowing Alicia to slip out.
"They wanted a minute." She explained, shutting the door behind her and moving towards Brenda and Kalinda.
"How's she doing?" Kalinda asked, pushing herself up from the wall and guide the other woman a few feet away so they could talk in private.
"I don't know - good I suppose for being arrested for murder. I don't know her, but I guess you and Diane do. Do they go back or something?"
Brenda could feel her skin blush as she tried to pick out the words of the two women's conversation. She knew she should be watching from the other side of the two-way mirror, but found herself lingering for a minute to try to glean what little she could from those who knew Sharon.
Kalinda smirked, then answered very loudly and very obviously for Brenda's benefit - "Yeah, you could say that." Brenda took that to be her cue to head towards the interrogation room.
+ May 21, 2011 // 3.15p +
The bail hearing went smooth.
Sharon was seated between Diane and Viola Walsh - Kalinda and Alicia were seated in the first row behind them. Brenda chose to watch unobserved from the back of the courtroom. She hadn't meant to watch - but she had to testify at a trial two courts down and arrived too early. Besides, Viola Walsh was a name that even she knew - she enjoyed watching other people at the top of their game, especially lawyers or politicians or other performers - you never knew what you could pick up. Brenda wondered how Sharon was able to afford her - let alone how she was able to get her so quickly. It seemed there was quite a lot she didn't know about Sharon Raydor.
The D.A. argued against bail, given Sharon's profession, position and proficiency with weapons - but Viola pointed out that Sharon was suspended pending the investigation, had turned in her badge, had her firearm stolen from her (and had reported it as such), and had dedicated her life to making sure that the L.A.P.D. held itself accountable and would never consider asking for or accepting any special treatments like those she'd spent her life fighting. That last bit was a nice touch, Brenda had to admit.
Bail was set at $50,000 and Brenda turned and slipped out unseen.
+ May 21, 2011 // 4.36p +
"Diane, I can't believe you -"
"I don't want to hear another word, Sharon." Diane explained, stepping on the elevator headed up to the street level from the cashiers office in the courthouse, followed by Alicia and Kalinda. "You chose a life of do-gooding and I chose a life of getting very, very...comfortable. Just don't plan on running off to Tijuana."
"Not without you anyways." Sharon smiled weakly. She was free (somewhat) but fear coursed through every inch of her body. You could practically hear it humming. She didn't want to be joking, she didn't want to be happy - she wanted a shower and to hide, but she knew Diane and she knew Diane was doing what was best for her - so she went along with her.
"OK," Alicia whispered to Kalinda, "Are they serious, I've never seen Diane like this before - you know, with her teeth showing."
"I think it's called a smile." Kalinda whispered back, teasing.
"I know, I've just never seen it on her before. Have you seen her like this before?"
"I have, but there was a lot of tequila was involved." Kalinda's face grew pale. "A lot. And Mr. Postman."
"Mr. Postman? Are you telling me you've listened to the Beatles with Diane?"
"Carpenters." Kalinda admitted, ducking her head in what may have been the closest she knew to shame.
"The Carpenters?! You and the Carpenters?" Alicia couldn't help but speak up. The thought of anyone having any sort of human, non-law based interaction with Diane Lockhart was a foreign concept to her.
"Like I said," Kalinda explained, "A LOT of tequila."
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine; never were! No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: When Captain Raydor gets in trouble, she calls the one person she can trust.
AN1: Can't tell if I'm the world's worst Athiest or world's worst recovering Catholic :S Either way - there's a loophole in Lent and I have found it - basically, you're allowed to break Lent every Sunday! And while I had every intention of doing a REAL Brenda/Sharon fic, this popped up instead.
AN2: A short, little cracky fic that came out of nowhere while I was making (pound) cake last week and was supposed to be working on something that was COMPLETELY not this! I've become a super-huge fan of The Good Wife, which is surprisingly compelling for a broadcast show. The characters mentioned are as follows Diane Lockhart - the ultra-liberal partner at the law firm that Alicia (the wife of the formerly disgraced States Attorney of illinois) works at as a Junior Associate and Kalinda freelances as a Private Investigator.
+ + +
+ May 20, 2011 // 10.09p +
"Chief, you're gonna wanna see this!" Flynn called out, a grin stretching ear from ear.
"What is ...." Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson stopped short at the doorway where Andy Flynn stood. At his feet was the body, it was to be expected - it was why they were there after all - but what she wasn't expecting was who was standing by the window, back to them. "Captain Raydor?"
"Chief Johnson." She turned around, worry etched into every line of her face, her arms crossed before her. "My weapon is on the table to your left."
"What?" The blonde sputtered, confusion evident.
"My weapon..." The brunette began slowly, "Is to your left."
"Did you discharge it?" They stepped aside to allow the other officers to enter and begin examining the crime scene. They were smart enough not to say anything - they simply eyed Sharon with morbid curiosity as they went about their work.
"I refuse to answer any more questions without my lawyer." Sharon answered, as if by rote. It might as well have been for all the times they'd both heard the response.
"Your lawyer?"
"She's already been called -"
"You're lawyering up?" Provenza asked, gruffly as he bent down to examine an empty casing.
"I have contacted my lawyer, she's out of town and will be here first thing in the morning."
"Captain Raydor, you didn't have to call your lawyer...did you?"
"I refuse to answer any more questions without my lawyer." She repeated.
"You realize that we'll have to hold you, don't you Captain, until you're lawyer arrives?" Brenda asked, approached the other woman, "Don't you just want to answer a few questions then head home?" She peered into the murky green eyes and sighed. She knew that look, she was going to get nowhere. "I suppose you were the one who placed the call?"
No response.
Behind her, she could hear voices rising - someone identifying themselves as F.I.D.. Clearly Sharon had been the one to place the call - what other murderer would be as considerate? Murderer. That sounded odd, even in her brain. Murderer. Sharon Raydor couldn't be a murderer - and if she was, Brenda was fairly certain she'd be the one lying face down on the floor. She felt something cold press into her hand, Flynn was handing her handcuffs. She thought she'd get more glee in facing off against Sharon - like Flynn and the boys were - but this just seemed wrong. "You know we have to -"
"Just read me my rights Chief." Sharon said softly, turning around, offering her hands up behind her back.
"You have the right to remain silent..."
+ May 21, 2011 // 9.25a +
"How'd you sleep, Captain?" Brenda asked, placing a cup of black coffee in front of her suspect. There was no answer. This had been Sharon's tactic from the minute she closed the cuffs around her wrists. Nothing past 'yes', 'no', and 'I refuse to answer any more questions without my lawyer'.
Solidarity meant something to Brenda, but this nagging feeling was something beyond the bonds between officers, it was something else completely. It was...different. She didn't know how else to describe it, she wasn't particularly good at using her words to describe her feelings. She just knew that as a cop, something felt off about the case and as a ... friend, it was even more wrong.
They had brought Raydor in last night and placed her in isolation. On her way home late last night, Brenda had stopped by to drop off a sweater she found in Sharon's office - it was long, too long, and pilled - it was obviously well-loved and earned her a sincere smile as she accepted it. Raydor's service revolver had been reported stolen two days ago; the report had been filed, and signed. There had been no I.D. on the body. There had been no answers. This morning there had been no news save for a scrawled message taken by the officer on duty left on her desk saying that Sharon Raydor's council would be at HQ by 9.30.
It was now 9.27 am.
She watched as Sharon's eye didn't move from where they were focused on the desk. Brenda clasped her hands and placed them on the desk.
A knock rang out on the door and both women's heads shot up. The door swung open and Flynn ushered in two women: one a tall, elegant blonde around Sharon's age; the other a familiar looking woman with dark hair and eyes. Brenda stood to greet them. A third tried to pass, shorter than the other two, but Flynn's hand shot up and stopped her. "Lawyers only." She eyed him and shrugged with a practiced ease but Brenda couldn't help but get an distinct feeling of a challenge pass between them. "We'll be out soon Kalinda." The older woman explained, pushing her smile down into straight line. It seemed this Kalinda was something of a pitbull to these two women. She raised her hand in a swift greeting towards Sharon and stepped out. "Good morning - I'm Diane Lockhart, council for Captain Raydor -" The blonde stuck out her hand towards Brenda. "This is my associate, Alicia Florrick."
"How do you do?" Brenda asked, sitting back down. This woman, save for her easy smile, reminded her of Sharon - something about the rise of her eyebrow, her carriage, her wardrobe.
"It's been a while Sharon." She teased, sitting down beside the brunette, running her hand through the other woman's hair, trying to tame it. "You don't have to work so hard to get my attention, next time just call."
"But where's the fun in that?" Sharon responded.
"Always about the fun with you, isn't it? Oh well, it explains why you let your hair look a mess."
Brenda watched for a moment - her first reaction was to shut it down, but she'd never seen Sharon so at ease... Odd, given the fact that she was being questioned for murder.
"Kalinda came?" Sharon asked, moving her head out of the other woman's grasp.
"You know Kalinda?" The other woman asked, ducking her head around to take a look at her client who nodded in her direction.
"How's she doing?"
"She's the same - back and forth. You'll see her as soon as we finish here."
"I'm glad you brought that up -" Brenda jumped in, "I was just waitin' for this little hen party you have here to come to a stop." She tried to contort her face into the sternest expression she could muster.
"Then by all means, Chief Johnson, let's start." Diane turned around to face Brenda. "As such, I would like a few moments to confer with my client."
"Of course." Brenda rose.
"I'm certain that you run an above board operation here, Chief Johnson - but just to make sure, this will be a private and unrecorded exchange, correct?" The smile across Diane Lockhart's face didn't reach her eyes. This woman, well-dressed as she was, was clearly a shark. Luckily, so was she. "Why of course it is, Ms. Lockhart. I will be just outside, knock if y'all need anything."
Brenda stepped outside where she found herself stared at by this Kalinda woman and Flynn. "Officer Flynn, have you offered Miss...I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?"
"Kalinda."
"Ms. Kalinda here a seat in the squad room?"
"I did Chief." Flynn answered slowly, not taking his eyes off the shorter woman who was leaned against the wall. "She declined."
"Politely." The darker woman deadpanned, her eyes trained on the interrogation room door which slowly cracked open, allowing Alicia to slip out.
"They wanted a minute." She explained, shutting the door behind her and moving towards Brenda and Kalinda.
"How's she doing?" Kalinda asked, pushing herself up from the wall and guide the other woman a few feet away so they could talk in private.
"I don't know - good I suppose for being arrested for murder. I don't know her, but I guess you and Diane do. Do they go back or something?"
Brenda could feel her skin blush as she tried to pick out the words of the two women's conversation. She knew she should be watching from the other side of the two-way mirror, but found herself lingering for a minute to try to glean what little she could from those who knew Sharon.
Kalinda smirked, then answered very loudly and very obviously for Brenda's benefit - "Yeah, you could say that." Brenda took that to be her cue to head towards the interrogation room.
+ May 21, 2011 // 3.15p +
The bail hearing went smooth.
Sharon was seated between Diane and Viola Walsh - Kalinda and Alicia were seated in the first row behind them. Brenda chose to watch unobserved from the back of the courtroom. She hadn't meant to watch - but she had to testify at a trial two courts down and arrived too early. Besides, Viola Walsh was a name that even she knew - she enjoyed watching other people at the top of their game, especially lawyers or politicians or other performers - you never knew what you could pick up. Brenda wondered how Sharon was able to afford her - let alone how she was able to get her so quickly. It seemed there was quite a lot she didn't know about Sharon Raydor.
The D.A. argued against bail, given Sharon's profession, position and proficiency with weapons - but Viola pointed out that Sharon was suspended pending the investigation, had turned in her badge, had her firearm stolen from her (and had reported it as such), and had dedicated her life to making sure that the L.A.P.D. held itself accountable and would never consider asking for or accepting any special treatments like those she'd spent her life fighting. That last bit was a nice touch, Brenda had to admit.
Bail was set at $50,000 and Brenda turned and slipped out unseen.
+ May 21, 2011 // 4.36p +
"Diane, I can't believe you -"
"I don't want to hear another word, Sharon." Diane explained, stepping on the elevator headed up to the street level from the cashiers office in the courthouse, followed by Alicia and Kalinda. "You chose a life of do-gooding and I chose a life of getting very, very...comfortable. Just don't plan on running off to Tijuana."
"Not without you anyways." Sharon smiled weakly. She was free (somewhat) but fear coursed through every inch of her body. You could practically hear it humming. She didn't want to be joking, she didn't want to be happy - she wanted a shower and to hide, but she knew Diane and she knew Diane was doing what was best for her - so she went along with her.
"OK," Alicia whispered to Kalinda, "Are they serious, I've never seen Diane like this before - you know, with her teeth showing."
"I think it's called a smile." Kalinda whispered back, teasing.
"I know, I've just never seen it on her before. Have you seen her like this before?"
"I have, but there was a lot of tequila was involved." Kalinda's face grew pale. "A lot. And Mr. Postman."
"Mr. Postman? Are you telling me you've listened to the Beatles with Diane?"
"Carpenters." Kalinda admitted, ducking her head in what may have been the closest she knew to shame.
"The Carpenters?! You and the Carpenters?" Alicia couldn't help but speak up. The thought of anyone having any sort of human, non-law based interaction with Diane Lockhart was a foreign concept to her.
"Like I said," Kalinda explained, "A LOT of tequila."