are you all right? did you get hurt?

well. we're never trying that again.

that was far too close for comfort.

my life just flashed before my eyes.

i can't believe we survived that.

we won't survive another one of those.

i need a few seconds to breathe.

we got lucky with that one.

are you injured? let me see.

a little warning next time!

we are never doing that again.

tell me when you're ready, and we'll keep moving.

who's not dead? sound off!

[name]? can you hear me? are you all right?

when did that start happening?

just... give me a second.

that can't happen again.

well, that was... unexpected.

i could have used a heads up.

a bit of help would have been nice.

did you know that was going to happen?

i thought we were going to die.

next time you decide to throw yourself into harm's way, bring someone else.

i guess it's time to move.

that was close. too close.

i can't believe we made it out of there alive.

one more step to the left and we would have been dead.

they nearly spotted me.

i hate it when you do things like that.

remind me never to listen to you again.

ugh, everything hurts.

i think i broke something.

i'll be fine. just give me a second.

i thought you said you had this handled.

feel like my heart's about to explode from my chest.

i'm still shaking.

they were looking right at us. how did they not see us?

next time, you're doing that.

you could have told me that was going to happen!

we made it out by the skin of our teeth.

i don't like close calls.

had you just warned me ahead of time, i would have handled that a bit better.

how did they miss us?

i like your hiding spot.

we'd best be moving on then.

enough talk. we need to keep moving.

it's over. we can keep going.

You don’t think that I wanted to spend my career in Internal Affairs, doing a job that leaves me disliked and mistrusted by my fellow officers every day of my life? No, I chose I.A. because I thought it was the quickest way to achieve rank. And I also thought it’d be good for the department to see a woman in a Captain’s uniform.

it never get any easier where brenda is involved,     can never be swallowed without first constricting in throat.   usually it comes with a breath held and fingers clenched so tightly around her phone that the blood rushes from knuckles as she waits.   waits for whichever member of major crimes had the unfortunate task of calling captain raydor dropped into their lap to explain what exactly happened to their chief this time.   it’s the root cause for the dozen new grey strands littered about her hairline,   the reason sharon can’t seem to keep up with her touch ups.   but this time she had been present,   had to witness the events unfold,   had to watch as brenda put herself at risk once again.   and there was nothing she could do.   she’s in too deep.   but how can she even begin to snip their tethers when she doesn’t know where brenda begins and she ends ?

as usual, the homicide case had become more complicated within hours of being assigned, and her team was already gearing up for an overnight operation, with the FBI tagging along. while brenda was determined to keep full control over her case, she also knew she’d have to compromise on another responsibility: taking care of her cat. kitty needed food, or brenda might be accused of neglect. despite all her attempts to find a solution, sharon was her last resort. not that she doubted the brunette would mind, but there were so many factors to consider—what did sharon’s schedule look like? did she even like cats? what if she didn’t like what she found?

panic slowly crept in as brenda realized @raydor would be heading to her house alone in less than fifteen minutes—unsupervised, going through her belongings, whether they were neatly put away or not. her mind was torn between the case and the ticking of her watch. like an itch she couldn’t ignore, brenda felt compelled to call.

for the past two months they have been trying and failing to formulate some semblance of a schedule. they've been able to meet twice a week, granted most of those times had been spontaneous, but that only made it that more exciting ... right ? proximately three planned dinners didn't fall through due to one of them answering the beck and call from a crime scene. the impromptu coffee dates, and last minute fine dining reservations have certainly been a breath of fresh air amongst her previously rather dull social life. she wasn't naive, having expected as much considering their line of work. they've just had to work harder at it. it's why even when feet are swollen from the unpractical heels chosen, or eyes burned from staring at a monitor all day, she always agreed to the invitation really it just boils down to the fact that sharon has a hard time telling her no. but she'd never incriminate herself by admitting that.