Wrong Number-Chapter 1
I'd like to point out that this is my first piece of fanfic. (Yes, I am very nervous about posting this story.) I'm open to/would love any and all reviews/comments. Thanks for reading! (Also, I've rated this M, not so much for this chapter, but rather the next one. Hope you don't mind..)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All the lovely characters belong to James Duff and TNT. A pity really, otherwise this season would end up very differently… :)
I'd like to dedicate this story to someone, but I'm not sure if that's entirely appropriate. I will say this though, I consider you a friend and I'm very glad that we have some similar interests! So, here is a very large and sincere thank you for encouraging me to write! Thank you!
'Brmmmm. Brrrrmmmmmmm. Brrrmmmm'. Brenda could hear the distinct sound of her phone vibrating in the abyss of her oversized purse. 'Can't I just have a little peace and quiet?' she thought to herself as she reached down into her purse to look for the culprit that so rudely interrupted her attempt to choose between two mouth watering treats that practically begged to be consumed. Sighing, she found her phone and looked at the screen.
Immediately Brenda dropped her phone onto her desk, as if it had stung her hand. She quickly leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and clenched her fists. "Oh that woman," she muttered to herself. Directing her attention back to her drawer of goodies, she licked her lips in anticipation of the incoming sugary satisfaction.
Brenda slowly unwrapped the piece of chocolate, savoring the sight and smell that would calm her nerves and temporarily intoxicate her brain. She slowly bit down on the corner of the chocolate bar, softly letting out a moan in full appreciation. After savoring a few more bites of chocolate, Brenda hesitantly put down her tantalizing treat and reached for her phone.
1 New Text
From: Captain Raydor
"Oh, what do you want now?" Brenda quietly muttered to herself. "Scheduling another working lunch, or perhaps you just want to steal more of my evidence?" she breathes out. 'And why wouldn't you just call me?' thought Brenda as she looked longingly at the enticing chocolate that rested atop a pile of important police files.
Groaning out load, Brenda quickly found the incoming text and silently read it. Thinking that she must have succumbed to temporary insanity, she quickly re-read the text. Nope. She wasn't losing her mind. Still confused, Brenda read the text out loud, thinking that hearing the worlds would make her brain understand the meaning of the text.
"Bathroom. 10 minutes. Don't be late."
'Is this some kind of joke?' thought Brenda. Yes, that's it; this is some kind of perverted joke. A perverted joke coming from a certain subordinate officer. A perverted joke coming from Captain Raydor. 'No,' thought Brenda, 'why would she send a joke…the wicked witch couldn't possibly have a sense of humor.' "Neither do robots," Brenda said to herself. A smile formed on her face as she compared the head of FID to that of a heartless computerized automaton.
Suddenly, the smile vanished from Brenda's face as she started to worry. What if this secret meeting had something to do Captain Raydor's audit? Breathing out a heavy sigh, Brenda reached out to deposit her phone on her desk, and then retrieved the chocolate bar that was once full of promising hope. Bringing the bar to her mouth, Brenda leisurely nibbled off a piece of goodness and slowly sucked on the chocolate, trying to fully appreciate the mind-numbing flavor.
Glancing down at her phone, Brenda closed her eyes and began to chew the melted chocolate that was resting on her tongue. Tossing what's left of the sugary treat onto her desk, she skeptically eyed her cell phone. 'What does she want?' Brenda asked herself over and over. Failing to come up with a sensible answer to this question, she let out an exasperated sigh as she conceded defeat. "You win Cap'n," Brenda hastily sputtered as she longingly eyed the rest of her confectionary candy.
Standing up, Brenda brushed down her coral colored blouse and then out of habit, patted down her matching floral skirt, as if trying to rid the skirt of any crinkles. Feeling a wave of dread wash over her, Brenda snatched the delicious candy bar off her cluttered desk and bit off a rather large chunk of chocolate, trying desperately to ignore the Captain's ridiculous request.
Slowly chewing the chocolate, Brenda tried to lose her concern in the happiness that was melting on her taste buds. "Mmmm…" Brenda managed to moan through her busy mouth.
Content and suddenly feeling rather guilty for keeping the Captain waiting, Brenda dropped her edible lifesaver into her candy drawer and with a final "Oh that woman," and she turned to head out of her office in the direction of the nearest bathrooms.
'What could she possibly want?' Brenda thought as she swept past her team. Walking briskly out of the room, she thought about her insufferable colleague and came face to face with the door of the ladies room.
Overcome with a sense of anxiety, Brenda stopped short of the bathroom door and thought to herself, 'Why do we have to meet here, Cap'n?' Brenda closed her eyes and brought one hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose as she let out an uneasy sigh. 'Pull yourself together, Johnson, for pete's sake!' Letting out a series of leveled breaths, she started to feel the confidence building throughout her chest, rising up within her body.
Brenda reached out a hand, tentatively pushing the door open. She peaks around the corner of the door, expecting to meet a positively cross Captain Raydor. She expects to find two piercing emerald eyes scowling at her through stylish glasses. She expects to see a rich brown mane tinted with hints of auburn, cascading over her shoulders in loose curls. She expects to find a perfectly pressed and fashionable pantsuit covering the slim frame of her colleague. She expects to find Raydor with her hands pushed deep into the pockets of her blazer, as she purses her lips ever so slightly, as if she was debating on arguing, let alone speaking to Brenda.
But as Brenda pushed the door open and looked around the room, she found the bathroom to be completely empty. "Hummpphh," Brenda said with disdain thick in her voice. 'Maybe the Cap'n does know how to joke after all,' she thought to herself. Slowly, Brenda turned around and walked to the sink. Looking up at the mirror, she paused to look at herself.
Her blonde curls cascaded around her face, just barely passing her collarbone. Her brown eyes flashed dark with annoyance. Her lips were tightly pressed together, full of aggravation. 'Just calm down, Johnson, this whole thing must have been a mistake. Raydor must have texted the wrong person,' Brenda thought to herself as she struggled to control her anger. "Yes that's it," she accidentally said out loud, her tone full of irritation.
'But who else would she be texting?' Brenda thought to herself as she stared into her mirrored face. Puzzling over this predicament, she realized that there was one possible explanation. 'Perhaps Cap'n Raydor did text the wrong person,' she mused. 'Perhaps, she meant to text a different Chief altogether…' she continued to herself. Chuckling, she thought of Raydor and Pope, secretly meeting in the bathroom to consummate their secret love affair. Slightly grimacing at the thought of her former lover, Will Pope ravishing her obstinate, persistent and rather curvaceous colleague, she decided to push that thought to the farthest part of her mind.
"Don't go there," Brenda exhaled out loud. She rested her hands on the cold porcelain sink as she clenched her eyes shut. "Don't do it," she said with even more conviction, as if she was trying to convince her mind not to think about the compromising positions that Pope would most likely have Raydor in. 'Don't think about them. Don't think about her. DO NOT think about HER! Oh, that WOMAN!' Brenda inwardly cringed as her mind flashed suggestive images of Captain Sharon Raydor being pleasured.
"Please, please, don't go there," she asked aloud, if pleading with her mind and body to stop the mass flow of images that caused the Deputy Chief of Major Crimes to turn a bright shade of crimson. 'Think of anything,' she thought to herself, 'think of Joel, or Mama, or Fritzy,' she told herself hastily. 'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'just focus on Fritzy'.
What was Fritz doing? What was he thinking about? When did their relationship become so strained? Why couldn't he understand how much this job meant to her? 'I don't want to think about this now,' she thought to herself.
As she stood there, leaning on the sink for support, her mind turned once more to Captain Raydor. Forfeiting control of her mind, Brenda slowly accepted image after image, exploring all her questions and predictions. How did Sharon like it? Fast and rough? Slow and steady? Up against a wall? Was she vocal? What did she taste like?
'NO!' she screamed in her mind. Why was she thinking about any of this? Why did she care? 'No,' she said inwardly once more, she was not going to think about the Captain's body. "Please," she begged her mind, "please, for the love of God, DO NOT GO THERE!" Realizing that her voice was quite loud and forceful she took a few deep breaths to settle her nerves and calm her down.
BAM. There it was, smack dab in the middle of her mind. Those LEGS. Those mile high legs that seemed to stretch out forever. Muscular, yet very feminine. Creamy and silky smooth. So very supple and equally soft. And begging to be touched, caressed, kissed and intimately loved.
And then there was Raydor's hips. 'Oh sweet baby Jesus,' Brenda groaned to herself. The way those hips swayed so provocatively as the Captain walked. Brenda felt her knees go week as she pictured the enticing rock of Raydor's hips.
'Stop, please, stop it,' Brenda pleaded with her body as she felt a surge of energy fill her lower abdomen.
And then there was the Captain's lips. Those lips that Brenda could only assume were luscious and moist. And terribly tempting. What would she taste like? At the thought of tasting Raydor's lips, Brenda felt a bolt of electrifying energy shoot deep into her core.
'Oh Lord,' Brenda thought, 'Why can't I get that woman out of my head?'
And then there was Sharon's voice, so rich and husky, yet completely penetrating, razor sharp and captivating. Brenda couldn't imagine a more seductive voice. She imagined Raydor's voice purring sweet nothings into her ear. But Brenda also envisioned the Captain's voice husking harsh commands, such as 'take it off, now,' 'Chief, just do what I say,' and of course 'I must go first.' Brenda's breathing turned shallow and ragged at the thought of Raydor's breath hot on her ear while she murmurs provocative ways of ravishing Brenda in deep, dulcet tones.
And then in an instant, Brenda's mind pushes her body to the brink. 'What does she feel like?' Brenda imagines their bodies pressed together, limbs completely tangled together as the Captain's fingers gently roam the expanse of her…' and with that last thought, Brenda let out a very audible frustrated groan. Noticing liquid hot warmth pool in between her legs, Brenda consciously pressed her thighs together.
Feeling very dizzy and highly aroused, Brenda reached out to turn on the cold water. Splashing her face with the ice-cold water, she gasped at the frigid contact to her face. While the Deputy Chief drenched her face and neck with the water, trying in vain to cool off her overactive libido, she simultaneously tried to justify her carnal thoughts.
It must be the stress of the job, Brenda decides. 'Yes, that's it; I'll just chalk it up to a massive amount of stress. That would explain everythin',' Brenda half-heartedly resolved to herself.
Slowly her skin becomes accustom to the rather nippy temperature and in turn, she turns off the water. Blindly reaching out to grab a handful of paper towels, she realizes that the dispenser is completely empty. Cursing aloud, she turns and heads towards what she thinks is the first stall.
In reality, Brenda is headed directly towards the third stall. The third stall that is fairly larger than the rest, and is equipped with a baby changing station. Brenda opens the stall hastily and blindly bends down and reaches out for the toilet paper dispenser.
Brenda makes contact with soft fabric. Confused, Brenda stops walking and slowly stands up, groping the fabric as she goes. Perplexed by the warmth that is radiating through the fabric, Brenda uses both hands to grasp further up the warm expanse of cloth. Brenda hears a sharp intake of breath as her hands rest grasping two very plump mounds.
Terribly bewildered, Brenda takes a step back and tries to squint through the water that's left on her face. Instead Brenda felt a wad of soft tissue being pressed into her hand.
"I think this is what you were looking for, Chief."