It was just another usual day at the Major Crimes division of the LAPD. The team didn't have a new case at the time, so they were technically just being paid today for lounging around. Provenza was doing one of his crossword puzzles, Flynn was on his cell phone (probably a new girlfriend), Sykes and Sanchez were in a heated discussion over Warcraft 4 while Tao and Buzz were having their usual debate about advances in technology and planning how to get Chief Taylor to sign off on some new stuff. Sharon watched her team through the glass window while sipping on her Darjeeling green tea. She loved days like these when she could relax in her chair and think of happy thoughts. No murdered teens, no rapes, no violence. She hummed in satisfaction as the sweet taste touched her tongue, her eyes now closed while she relished in her distant, calming, thoughts.

RING! RING! Sharon's phone startled her from her apparent sleep. She tried to reorient and compose herself before answering. How long was I out for?

"Captain Raydor," she answered in her professional tone.

"Sharon," the familiar female voice answered. Sharon's heart quickened its pace as she realized to whom the voice on the line belonged. There was only one person in the world with a voice as smooth, as enticing as authoritative and as sexual all at once. This only made Sharon concerned. Why was she calling now?

"Sharlene! I was definitely not expecting the call!" Sharon sat up straight in her chair, fully concentrating on the call.

"You recognized my voice," the woman purred.

"How could I not? It's one of a kind." There was a slight bit of an awkward pause before Sharon continued. "To what do I owe such a pleasure? We haven't spoken since-"

"- I know. I'm in town working on a case so I figured I couldn't be so close to you and not give you a courtesy call."

"You know that wasn't necessary. And you know how dangerous it is."

"I know," Sharlene sounded defeated. Sharon sighed.

"How is work going?"

"Fine, I guess. This is a really tough one. I can't discuss too much of it because of the players involved. Hey Sharon?"

"I'm still here, Sharlene."

"Are you free right now?"

"Sharlene," Sharon warned.

"Hey, it's just lunch. I could really use seeing a friendly face right now, rather than a bunch of backstabbing bitchy lawyers." Sharon chuckled dryly at her long lost 'friend's' harsh words. She couldn't help but give in.

"Alright, I'm free. What are you feeling for?"

"I don't know. How about I meet you on one of the benches in from of Police Headquarters in ten minutes and we see from there."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"Bye Shar." Sharlene hung up the phone. The way she purred Sharon's nickname made Sharon flustered as she remembered her past with the other woman.