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.”
