What Do You Want From Me
Disclaimer: I do not own The Closer, or the characters. I do not own ding Dongs Reeses Twix etc... I do not own the title, Adam Lambert does, I'm borrowing it.
A/N: This is my first Closer fanfic so I hope you guys enjoy it. It's gonna be a slash like always. Brenda and Sharon... we'll see how it goes. But for now Read and Review.
Chapter One
It was a normal morning like every other morning. She parked her car in the parking lot. Walked in and got on the elevator. Lt. Provenza at his desk with a cup of coffee, the paper and some breakfast pastry. Lt. Tao was fiddling with something on his computer. Gabriel and Sanchez walked in a few moments later talking about some sports game, not that Brenda cared for sports. The Chief walked over the door of her office and stepped inside. The first thing the blonde did was dump a huge stock of candy, Reese's Ho-Hos chocolate bars and everything in between, into her left top drawer.
'Same old office as always.' she thought. Until she saw the small post-it note that sat on her desk. 'Whose this from?' she drawled out. The note read,
"Dear Chief Johnson," it started, "This note is from Capt. Raydor in FID," like anyone had to tell her who that woman was. "If you could call me when you get this note. Thank you."
Her heart skipped a beat then sank. "Oh that woman!" was the only thing she knew to say. She was the most difficult woman that she'd ever met. She was rude and pushy and always thinking, and saying to Brenda,"My investigation must come first."
The Chief pick a stray chocolate up and popped it in her mouth. She knew whatever the woman wanted would make her life even more difficult then it was, their 'joint' investigations always were rough. "Oh that woman!" she said again.
"Yeah Chief," she turned and looked to see Sgt. Gabriel standing in the doorway,
"That woman, as you like to call her is in Major Crimes looking for you, should I send her in or get a bucket of water?" Good thing they erased the Wicked Witch pictures off the board.
"Yes please send her in, let's get it over with." she sat down in her desk chair and rubbed her temples. As she heard the door open she looked up. There she was that woman, that pushy, rude and deceptive, but beautiful woman. Breanda did have to commend the Captian, her legs were the first thing Brenda saw. Toned and long her skirt and blazer were black with a white undershirt, she wore an expensive set of stilettos. The older woman stood in front of the desk.
"Good morning Chief Johnson." her tone was as cool and monotone as always. Capt. Raydor always had an air of confidence about her.
"Captian Raydor, what do need?" her voice was a little more shakey then she had wanted. The last thing she needed was this woman with her all day.
"I'm glad you asked Chief." she went on talking about come case that had come up.
From outside the office everybody stood looking in at the two department heads that stood silently arguing in the office in front of them.
"Five bucks says that Raydor attacks first." Provenza said. Flynn and Sanchez agreed while the rest thought the Chief would lose it first. In the end no one was killed yet.
"Ok 'scuse me everyone." the Chief went to the murder board and tried to see what they make of the evidence that was collected.
"Lt. Tao how's the evidence going?" she asked turning her small but still attractive body towards him.
"Well Chief the thing is..." he stalled.
"Sometime this year Lieutenant please." the day was already stressful enough because of her Captain Raydor.
"Well Chief Captain Raydor took our evidence so were stuck where we were." this was bad the whole squad could see the Chief was livid.
She turned quickly on her heel grabbed her purse and walked to the elevator she had a certain Captain she wanted to talk to. She walked into FID and without knocking walked into the Captains office where she sat at her desk.
Her shoulder length brown hair was fallen over the paperwork she was filling out, until she looked up at her visitor.
"Ah Chief Johnson to what do I owe this very rude visit." she hated it when people barged in her office Chief or no Chief. She put that small smirk that Brenda both hated and loved to see on as she cocked her head and waited for her answer.
"Captain my squad has informed me you stole evidence that belonged to Major Crimes I order you to turn it over to me now Captain is that clear?"
"Well Chief once I finish my report and my investigation I shall have no problem returning this evidence to you." her voice as even as it always was.
"Captain I want that evidence brought up to my office personally by you in no less then one hour. That's a direct order Captain." she crossed her arms and stood in front of the most stubborn irritating woman she'd ever met. "Well Chief as we both know my investigation must come first."
"One hour Captain." she repeated "Thank you." and with that she walked away feeling Sharons green eyes blazing into her back as she walked away.
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"Ok everyone let's gather up as muck as we can. Lt. Tao would you please check the gang database about these tattoos who they belong to and what they mean." she delegated the rest of the squads tasks. "Thank you." was all she said as she walked into her office and shut the blinds right away. She opened her drawer for yet another piece of candy. Her plan to not eat as many sweets was failing before her very eyes. Two hours later she told her squad to take their normal hour lunch break. They milled around the murder room for a few more minutes.
"You coming to lunch Chief?" Provenza asked.
"Oh Lt. I have so much work to do I'm gonna have to skip lunch. But you go on ahead." she added.
"Ok Chief." and he walked out. A few minutes later Brenda felt a presence as she turned to see Captain Raydor shut her office door with a smug look.
"Chief Johnson here's the evidence you asked for." she put the box on the table and walked around Brenda.
"Well Cap'n Raydor thank you so much." her voice was as civil as it could be. Captain Raydor leaned in closer behind Brenda and whispered in her ear about her paperwork. The older woman straightened up when she heard the young blondes breath hitch.
"Is there anything else Cap'n?" her voice was shaky and her accent thick. She watched as the other woman sat down in front of her and crossed those long and in Brenda's opinion sexy legs.
She could feel Cap'n Raydor sizing her up. The brunettes eyes wandered from Brenda's eyes to her lips.
"C-C-Cap'n." it was a faint whisper. Brenda self consciously ran her tongue along her lips. She noticed Sharon's eyes were hued with something but the blonde couldn't tell what.
Sharon Raydor left Brenda's lips and moved downward slowly and briefly stopping at her breasts. Until she came to the pink floral print that Brenda had on that day.
"What?" Brenda asked self consciously looking down at her dress.
"Nothing Chief," the word rolled off her tongue and Brenda felt her face flush hot. Could that woman across from her see it? "Just admiring your...unique fashion sense. Well I should be going." she stood up and walked to the door.
"Wait Cap'n." she got up and walked to the older woman. "Thank you for the evidence." she tried stabilizing her voice.
"Your quite welcome...Brenda." Brenda was speechless, Raydor one, Johnson zero. The Chief held out her hand and watch the brunette quirk one of her perfect eyebrows. She took the younger woman's hand gentlythe touch was like fire to Brenda who stared as her Captain walked off down the hall.
"Oh for heaven sakes!" Brenda collapsed in her chair and reached for her candy drawer.
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The two women lost contact over the next few days when the OIS was resolved and the criminals taken to jail. Brenda was walking down the hall in her blues looking like a proud officer. Her badge was shined as were her shoes. Her hair in a neat bun, hat under her arm.
"Well Chief don't you look sharp." Brenda smiled a bit because her thought involved this very woman.
"Well thank you Cap'n." her thoughts were wondering was this was she felt for a subordinate officer. She had never been interested in women before why was this the most awful, stubbornest person she knew the one she felt for. "For works sake Cap'n." she began.
"Hmm?" was the noise that escaped her throat making Brenda shiver.
"F-F-For works sake maybe we should try to get along more, for the departments that is not for...you know, us or anything."
A low breathy chuckle came from the woman. So this is what the Chief felt. "Well what did you have in mind Chief?" her voice rich and velvety as always.
"Well maybe your case doesn't always have to go first." the blonde threw out.
"Maybe you shouldn't be so stubborn." the Captain replied calmly.
"Look Captain," her twang got even more pronounced, "When officers are shot and killed in the line of duty their investigated by me. When they shoot back their investigated by you. That mean they'll think twice about defendin' themselves. That hesitation will mean more good cops will die. I have to ask have you ever considered what your principles cost?' her voice unwavering.
"Seventy million dollars." her voice was clear and steady. "That was the settlement in the Rampart case. One hundred. That's how many convictions were over turned due to renegade policing and lack of oversight in one division alone, not to mention the loss of trust the LAPD needs to remain effective…"
"There has to be a better way." the blonde pleaded.
"Well..." she trailed off as she stepped closer to the blonde, "until then you've got me." their arms touched lightly. Brenda felt the hot creeep up on her
"Well I see your going to the funeral." her voice was breathy as the flawless Captain in front of her gave her a rare small smile. She stepped to put some distance between them.
"Yes I am. And don't worry I have my own car." she smirked turned on her heel then walked off leaving the Chief staring.
"Oh that woman." this time it was a whisper. She walked out to her car and went to honor her fallen officers.
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A/N: Well thats chapter one let me know how it is.