Captain Sharon Raydor walked as fast as her pumps allowed her in the narrow hallway out of the elevator and into the open space that held Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson office and her squad's desks. It was relatively quiet for the time being; probably mostly because everyone had been delegated to various assignments ordered by the woman in charge, or they were simply giving her time to let her loose herself in something sugarcoated that didn't need an audience.

Sharon braced herself and went in after having knocked three times and heard the characteristic voice ring out 'come in.'

To Sharon's surprise she found the blonde in her office alone. Currently looming over a stack of files that occupied every inch of her desk except for the one spot where Brenda was resting the elbow supporting her head. Sharon couldn't recall any other time she had seen the chief look like this. Exhausted, tired, a little lost even, yes, but silent, now that was new to her. She wasn't sure if she was breaking an unwritten cosmical law interrupting the worlds little break from Brenda Lee Johnson, but a report needed to be finished, and those papers needed someone to free them from the depths of mess in which they were currently slowly suffocating.

Sharon walked in and was about to interrupt the Chiefs work when she noticed the look on the woman's face. There was something reassuring at seeing the woman like this. When she wasn't completely obnoxious trying to get the information she needed, (usually with eyes going wild and nostrils flaring, not to mention the occasional spit that flew at her southern pronunciations) she had to admit it, the woman was almost beautiful, in a 'if you mess with me you'll die, but I can also be the one you'll never want to live without', sort of way. If she'd let you. And you didn't run away scared to death because of her connections in every department she hadn't managed to piss off yet if you ever were to say the wrong things or fail in backing up her theories. At least that's what her fellow officers in FID had managed to conclude with after getting to know the details about her failed marriage to Agent Howard.

Oh god, Sharon had to hold back a snort. That last glass of wine last night must have used a long time kicking in, because if these were the thoughts being allowed in her currently overworked brain in a sober state of mind, she would submit herself to the nearest head shrink before letting it run its course. Silently cursing herself and blaming her TV for not shutting itself off, and instead waking to re-runs of Dr. Phil after haven fallen asleep on the couch the night before must have had something to do with it.

Sharon cast the woman a glance as she tried to shake the awful image of the completely overrated so-called doctor and angry at how he had managed to brainwash her sleeping state out of her mind.

'-You do know why I'm here, right?'

'-Ah, Captain Raydor. Sure, sure…' Brenda tried to focus her trail of thoughts enough to maybe realize just why the woman was currently standing in front of her with her arms in lock, much looking like she had a purpose to invade her personal space.

'-I take it by your fleeting look, you're clueless and once again I will have to remind you?'

'-No no, it will come to me. Let me just, get through these files and then I can start looking for those red shoes you stole from Dorothy.'

'-Ha-ha.' Even inside the confined walls of the Captain's room she still knew how to pull her strings. 'Very funny. However, as I'm sure you know, somewhere in this mess of yours,[ how you can show this to people and still have their confidence in you as a chief is still beyond me], you have a file. I need that file. Now. Chief.'

'-Of course you do. And I am sorry for the mess, some of us are trying to solve a murder here you see, and I would just hate to know that someone was running around killing people because you saw it fit to come through those doors and make me clean my office instead of doing my job.'

If Brenda had bothered to look up at that moment, she'd be witnessing Sharon Raydor stepping over her evidence boxes and finding her last bar of Reese's.

'-You know, I wake up every morning, praying that whatever I'm being faced with, it won't involve Major Crimes. Usually I get my wish, but, as it happen…. Here I am.'

'-What are you doing?' Brenda had finally snapped her head up, just in time to see Captain Raydor gently peeling off the paper wrap from the last of her chocolate bars.

'-Oh, did I manage to get your attention?' Feigned surprise and innocence was definitely one of Sharon's best traits when it came to getting people to notice her.

'-You put down that chocolate bar…. Or I'll…'

'-You'll what? Chief?' Again with the smugness- this woman was gonna be the death of her.

Sharon braced herself for the outcome as she slowly led the bar up to her lips and gently swiped the chocolate with her tongue. As the aroma filled her nostrils and the soft chocolate covering the hard surface melted in her mouth, she realized, it had definitely been to long since she'd treated herself to one of these.

A shrieking gasp was all she heard from the woman she was bound by law to call Chief. It was cruel, but, really, she had seen no other way at the time.

'-Did you just eat my Reese's?'

'-Oh, I'm sorry, chief, did you want it?'

'-Did. I…' Brenda couldn't believe what had just played out before her. Her eyes went wide as the image of the last of piece of chocolate, which was supposed to be her salvation for the day, slipped inside the lips of her frigging nemesis.

'-Chief Johnson?' Sharon realized she had taken it too far as she saw the Chief's pupils expand to dark circles, leaving nothing for the brown in her eyes to show. The thought had just crossed her on the way there, because she knew that if she went asking for the file, just like that, she was never going to get it before she had to close the case due to her retirement.

'-That. Was the last. Piece. Of chocolate….Why would you do something like that…?' Finally Brenda managed to avert her eyes away from the crumbs Raydor was using her tongue to remove.

'-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have… I just really want that file.'

'-It's right behind you, on top of the evidence boxes underneath my coat, tucked in between there somewhere.'

'-Thank you, that was all I asked for.' Sharon steadily made her way over to the boxes and found the file smeared in coffee stains and something that reminded her an awful much of cupcake crumbs.

Brenda observed the grace in which the woman moved and wondered how that was possible as it went against a number of laws due to gravitation. If she hadn't been so stunned by the balls on this woman she'd possibly even find her movements beautiful in a 'she ate my chocolate, but looked stunning while doing so- type of way'.

'-Maybe next time I won't have to eat your chocolate to get what I want.' Sharon dared a smile as she stepped over the last box and made it to Brenda's desk. She eyed her boss and with another little crooked smile, she reached into the pocket on her tailor fit Armani-suit and brought out a completely intact Reese's.

'-You!' Brenda wondered if she was pissed off that the woman had managed to turn her into a wobbly mess, or if she were thrilled she had dared cross her fascination (ok, fine, obsession was probably more exact) for sweets.

'-I'll have them back to you by five. Enjoy your chocolate.'

And with that she left the other woman alone to try and grasp what had just happened and walked out the door.

Sharon noticed that the desks had been filled while she was (probably too unprofessionally) trying to get her files. Sergeant Flynn was the first to notice her as she tried making her way to the elevator without being held back for interrogation.

'-So, did you manage to piss her off enough to your satisfaction Captain?'

'-Excuse me?' Sharon had really intended to walk straight out of major crimes as fast as she could before having to defend her presence in their offices.

'- Oh come on, don't act all stupid here Captain. You know as well as we do that whenever you two are in the same room it's gonna be hell to pay for us later.'

'-I think that Sergeant Flynn is trying to say is that we all know you can't stand each other, but that we really just want things to go as smoothly as possible while handling this case.'

'-Well, thank you Sergeant Gabriel for clarifying that, but I believe Captain Raydor knows exactly what I meant and will still insists on pushing the Chiefs every last buttons.'

'-Hang on there a moments lieutenant, do you honestly think I intend to make the cooperation between FID and Major Crimes a living hell for everyone? You think I enjoy coming up here and having my very presence questioned and having to defend my every move?

'-Listen to me, all I'm just saying, if you didn't concentrate on acting like a victim all the time, things would probably go a lot smoother between the departments.'

'-Lieutenant Flynn. I would be very careful with how I choose my words if I were you.'

'-Alright! That's enough!' Lieutenant Provenza was attempting to get himself up from the chair, a task he found rather difficult as he cursed the carpet for holding his chair back under his breath, 'I'm sorry, someone should have probably told you, this is how lieutenant Flynn asks a woman out on a date.'

Brenda she had been so lost in her thoughts while glancing over the last unread file left in her case that she thought she was imagining Sharon's voice on the other side of her door. Then she realized her daydreams would not include any of her lieutenants or Sergeant Gabriel if she had anything to do with it. As she tried to snap her head away from her currant trail of thoughts of chocolate in contact with creamy white soft skin, 'cause she just looked like she would have soft skin, away from the image of lips devouring chocolate like it was the preview of an adult movie… Oh god. What was happening? Brenda was just about to dive into the chocolate she had just been daydreaming about (and not the lips attached to its twin) when she realized she hadn't lost it completely, and that Captain Sharon had yet to leave her department. Was Flynn actually asking her out on a date?

'-I think we've all heard enough from the both of you lieutenant Provenza!'

Brenda smiled as sweetly as she could muster under the circumstances and lost no time getting the space cleared. Both the physical that was her squad's quarters and the mental one that still held lingering pictures of Captain Sharon Raydor in positions that would definitely cause for arrest of her over imaginative brain cells.

'Now get me some information on that black SUV we've been searching for the last 24 hours. Lieutenant Tao, make sure you've got the right match with ballistics, heaven knows we don't want another episode on our hands, and Sgt. Gabriel, run the newly retrieved DNA through our database and see if you can find a match. Thank you! Thank you all so much!'