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popular text posts ⇾ brenda/sharon 1/?

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#……….. #THAT IS AN EMPTY FOLDER
life as she’d known it had shifted drastically. the routine captain raydor had meticulously followed for nearly a decade has faltered off course. there's a small part of her that finds this change … this disruption … exciting, new. how long had it been since you’d experienced the thrill of an unexpected detour? truthfully, she’d believed herself to be well past the age that would allow such spontaneity. yet here she stands in the elevator, watching numbers ascend till they reach the floor she's inhabited longer than anywhere else she's lived. knowing that when brenda leaves it’ll no longer feel like home.
at first it’d been strange, coming home to find the blonde lounging about her apartment filling all that empty space with her things, her cat, her presence. but how quickly she realized what a comforting reminder it is to have someone waiting for you. a foreign sensation she'd missed, oddly enough. it’s a funny thing, becoming a creature of solitude. and after all this time, still yearning more than you’ll ever let on.
she pauses a beat outside the door, almost pressing ear to the cool surface as she listens for a sign of life within. but the condo is unsettlingly silent, not even the familiar dull hum of the television can be heard. and while that isn't exactly out of the ordinary, it still makes her stomach twist. it twists because perhaps this is the day her home would be empty. that today, no one would be happily awaiting her return. ❝ brenda leigh, i'm home. ❞ she announces upon entering, voice breaking the silence before even closing the door behind herself, before turning around to confirm whether or not she’d returned home to find @deputychief and kitty gone. … prompt
"THAT WAS WAY TOO CLOSE" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
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.
we can't risk that happening again.
Flippin’ it like nobody’s business.

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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.
-Captain Sharon Raydor
by some strange and miraculous miracle, the major crimes division hadn't needed to spend christmas week solving a case - it was too good to be true that sharon would get that lucky again with new years. it was already a quarter past ten, and no sign that they'd be leaving any time soon. truthfully she could leave, there's no reason for FID to be involved in this case, anymore, she has lieutenant sanchez to thank for the personalized invite to this less than cheerful gathering. truthfully there'd been a small part of her that was glad he'd taken that shot, because it meant she got to see @deputychief more than she normally would with an ongoing case.
she could tell they were all uneasy of her presence, because it meant they had to behave the best they knew how. at least provenza had the courage to flat out ask what she was still doing there, and it didn't look like anyone believed her response of i'm just here to help. of course she couldn't flat out say that she was there for their deputy chief, because no one knew except hr what was going on between them. none of them knew their departments were quite literally in bed together. she's grateful that brenda chirped up, told them all to be grateful because it meant they might get to go home faster, and it was coated in that sickly sweet southern charm. that seemed to be a satisfactory answer to them.
an undeniable disappointment has nestled between her ribs, and sharon so graciously attempts to subdue it. had it not been for the fact that this was their first new years, she's certain she wouldn't have so much as batted an eye. but sharon did enjoy celebrations, and the holiday traditions, and brenda's company - okay, maybe she would've batted an eye. ❝ half of your team is practically crawling out of their skin, and it's not because of the crime scene photos on the board. ❞ she can speak freely in the confines of the blonde's office. ❝ oh how terrible a ‘ captain raydor ’ supervised new years is. ❞ she's not offended, in fact she finds herself amused that she has such an affect on a group of grown men.
six days , fourteen hours, twenty-two minutes, and four . . . five seconds in counting. that was the amount of time that the image of maria delgado’s corpse had been engraved into the deputy chiefs mind. the victim , who’d just celebrated her seventeenth birthday, was bestowed the present of first degree murder. mutilated body found dumped off the side of the 401 highway. swearing to self that the continuous ringing in ears throughout the night was not of the mother’s screams when establishing notification. and then just like that — everything stopped. the confession obtained from their perpetuator, maria’s boyfriend , even if it was on death’s bed. the motive only deteriorating what little faith in humanity she had left. “ i thought she was cheating on me , ” he said with anguish while pointing the pistol— disclosing that he was wrong on moments later. burning smell of ammunition singeing the inside nostrils as arms began to ache from kickback. flashing red and blue hues illuminating the night sky only aide the onset migraine.
“ i — i’m fine , sharon. i promise. it’s just a teeny , tiny scrape — doesn’t even hurt ! ” accent thick like honey falling off the comb. downplaying any dangerous situation was brenda’s most defining characteristic — it was probably written in her file. the abandoned warehouse littered in crime scene tape leaving the story of an armed stand off with only a few tethered pieces of wood between in between life and death. facial features contort with distain as body constricts itself away from the touch, not wanting to vocally hiss at the stinging. the smell of synthetic latex beginning to cause rippling of nausea throughout stomach. “ oh , detective gabriel ! please make sure that doctor morales waits for me before starting the autopsy ! ” still managing to dictate her staff from the back of an ambulance. teeth sink into lower lip before glancing back to @raydor hovering over her. feeling somewhat guilty for the look of panic that seemed to gloss sharon’s features.
she’s reckless and messy and extremely infuriating, but sharon loves her all the same. loves her in spite of this loves her because of this. loves brenda so much that she hasn’t the faintest idea what to do with it all. instead, it drips and pours and bleeds from her heart in unspoken words, filling her lungs and drowning her slowly. love me, love me, love me a mantra she can't seem relinquish, no matter how many times it fails show me you love me even half as much as i you. show me that you wouldn’t throw yourself on your sword, if not for your own sake, then for mine. she doesn’t know what they are, doesn’t know what she’s allowed to feel. they haven’t used any labels, haven’t acknowledged their entanglement anywhere outside of sharon’s silk bedsheets. never brenda’s though, they have not tarnished the sacred ground of her marital bed. exodus 20:17, thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife. but she’s done more than covet, she’s tasted and touched and devoured. she has worshipped at the altar between her thighs. is this unrequited love to be punishment for this grievous sin ?
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 ?
❝ he didn’t mean for you to be fine, he meant to kill you. ❞ it’s spoken bluntly, leaving emotions hidden behind the perfected persona. to prying ears no one would think anything was out of the ordinary, but her face tells a different story. her features are tight, eyes wide and filled with something she does not express often: fear. she can’t let them see this, that would leave her raw and exposed, vulnerable. that’s something they are not privy to. so here she is, crammed into the back of this ambulance, palm of gloved hand pressing against the cloth that covers the wound on brenda’s arm while the paramedic tends to the one on her thigh. ❝ you won’t be making it to the autopsy, you have to go to the hospital. ❞ this time something slips through the cracks of her fractured foundation, something akin to desperation. ❝ i can start my investigation there, with you. ❞
small para starter call ✨
brenda found herself facing several "firsts" all over again, and though she knew logically that every part of her personal life would eventually be exposed, she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. sharon would eventually have to see inside her house—it was inevitable—but she hadn’t anticipated it would be today.
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.
“hey! just checkin' in on you—making sure you have everything.”
she'd be lying through her teeth if she said the request hadn't piqued her curiosity. but hadn't curiosity killed the cat ? when asked earlier in the day, response had been intentionally timed, letting an appropriate amount of seconds pass before agreeing. she knew that had she accepted too quickly for the deputy chief's comfort, the privilege of entering her home unaccompanied would've been revoked. so here she was, taking the 101 south ( thankfully after rush hour ) to what could be the most fascinating crime scene location she's been called out to all year. ❝ chief ! ❞ the title ascends the octave as it leaves her lips.
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.
❝ well i have myself, i'm not quite sure what else i would need, considering all of kitty's belongings are already there with her. ❞ the delivery, as you would expect, was in fact one of a smart - ass nature. and although she has a strong inclination as to the motive behind this call, she still decided to bite. ❝ i know how special she is to you, so if you want to go over the instructions with me one more time i'd understand, of course. ❞

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Janelle Monáe, Don’t Judge Me
they say it’s always the husband, but what about the wife ? she knows better than to underestimate the fairer sex. the lengths a determined woman is willing go is unmeasurable, & she has years of experience to attest to that fact. “ i’m very sorry for your loss, mrs. lawrence. ” offered condolences are the proper way to lead introduction, even if she is a suspect. “ i’m captain raydor, i was hoping that i could ask you a few questions that could help us with your husband’s case. ”
@stringpearls requested a starter.
thinking about how sharon was in a comphet marriage for years,
deputychief, BRENDA LEIGH JOHNSON.
tip of neon highlighter hovered over the bulleted list of items that had been placed on her desk complete by the afternoon. special request from assistant chief william pope. bastard. black rimmed glasses rest on bridge of nose as heeled foot tapped obnoxiously against the floor. majority of the squad had already crossed the dangerous path into overtime – which would get them in trouble – and they still had yet to make an arrest for the latest assigned homicide – which would also leave them in the same position. the list was punishment for brenda questioning the eligibility of the priority that had been slapped onto the file. perhaps vocalizing concerns could have waited for a more private setting, but she couldn't pass on the opportunity to receive the visual dissatisfaction on taylor's face. thank you so much. the beautiful sound from lover was quick to bring the blonde back to reality. “ well, hi there. " wide smile gracing lips, nose immediately smelling the confectionary being offered. " oh my. aren't you just the sweetest? " inquiry rhetorical as mouth waters with desire. extending limbs to reach across the desk and steal a kiss from the brunette. moans of approval humming from throat before pulling away. " what a lovely surprise. i missed you. ”
inner cheek is taken between ivories, sucking just enough to create hollowing effect. glancing at the face of watch that adorned wrist, noting the approaching time. what should have been their last hour inside the building this evening had come & gone quickly. of course she is familiar with brenda’s work ethics & the blondes unwavering determination to do everything within capability to progress her case. it was a trait that sharon admired overall, but it was gravely impacting her social life. not that she really had much of one to begin with, but the endless nights spent going over evidence wasn’t exactly helping. “ a little birdie told me how diligently you were working through these files, i just had to come see for myself. ” leaning down as hands rest atop of the dark washed maple to prop self up as she met the deputy chief’s lips. commissure of mouth twitching with adoration, unable to mask the joy that simply being in the other’s presence brought. “ mmm, did you now ? ” honeyed words escaping in a rich rumble. erect index sticks into the creamy garnish atop of the treat to gather a small amount before popping into mouth. it’s almost sickly, causing shoulders to tense at the sudden tooth achingly sweetness that floods mouth. how does she eat this sort of thing so often ? “ any chance i can convince you to accompany me home ? ”
“ hi baby, ” warm tone penetrating the silence of the office, slipping into the room so that the door can be shut, offering them privacy from the brigade in the murder room. knowing that the blonde has had less than a brag worthy day, she did not arrive empty handed. the offering is placed opposite of the deputy chief & slid across the desk slowly. “ we had a small celebration for an officer’s birthday, and i managed to snag this for you. ”
@deputychief [ BRENDA LEIGH JOHNSON ] : STARTER.

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