A/N: Brought to you by 'Green Light' by John Legend ft Andre 3000. It's a great song, and secretly (well, not so secretly now) I entertain the idea that Sharon likes to come home after a long day at work and unwind to a little R&B. Think Mary J. Blidge, John Legend, Boyz II Men, etc. Anyway, thanks for all your support! Any song suggestions, comments, etc are always encouraged and appreciated! Also, look out for a fun Christmas one shot in the next couple days. A Christmas holiday in the life of Grandma Sharon and Brenda. xoxo

Brenda hadn't heard from Sharon since Monday. Both had been busy with cases and their respective divisions and neither wanted to break the silence. The blonde hoped that by giving her time to process, the Captain would come around and they could once again go back to being 'just friends.' The kiss had been an impulsive decision on the Chief's part. And although she wasn't sorry she did it, she now found herself once again missing the brunette's presence as a result of her rash decision-making.

"Alright, what's everyone doin' tonight?" Brenda shot her team a wide smile, they had just closed a particularly difficult case and it was a Friday evening. She was definitely ready for a glass of wine, or four, after the week she had.

"Mendoza said something about a dueling piano bar somewhere near Hollywood that their squad's heading to after work. We could meet up with them," offered Sánchez. He loved going out with Major Crimes, it was always a great time. And since Fritz had left, bar festivities were now happening at least once a month.

"Sounds excitin', who's free? I know I'm ready for a big ole' glass of Merlot after that case." Hopefully at least some of her team would attend, she was starting to enjoy hanging out with them outside the office. And she really didn't want to go back to her empty apartment.

"Kevin has a school dance I'm chaperoning, so I'm out. I should probably head home, hopefully catch them before he leaves with that new girlfriend. See you guys Monday." Tao gave a slight head nod in the general direction of the Chief and scooped up the last of his things, heading for the door.

"Me and Flynn are in, not like we have anything better to do," muttered Provenza.

"Uhh, I don't remember saying I was 'in' for anything," responded Flynn. Of course he would go, considering he jumped at any chance to socialize with the Chief outside the office. Everyone seemed to notice that little crush of his. Well, everyone but Brenda.

"I keep telling you Flynn, if you're always insisting on riding the wagon, you might as well drive it for the rest of us. And I'm sure this bar has at least a few prospects, nothing like a single lady out on a Friday night." Provenza looked over at the Chief and let out a slight chuckle.

"Oh, lieutenant, not all of us single girls are stupid enough to fall for those tricks of yours. At least the one's with half a brain," quipped the blonde.

Gabriel would also be attending, it wasn't like he had much to do these days either. Buzz was out, per usual, once again promising to drive his mother to some bingo game. Seeing a large majority of her squad agree to the evening, the Chief decided to take a risk and ask Sharon to come along. She took a deep breath and texted the brunette, hoping she was also ready to break this silence.

To: Sharon R.

Hey, stranger. The guys and I are going to that piano bar in Hollywood tonight. Interested in joining? Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior - and we'll have chaperones.

The Captain was almost finished a quarterly review when her Blackberry vibrated. Unlocking the screen, she was surprised to find that Brenda had texted. It wasn't that she was actively ignoring the blonde, but she couldn't deny she was less than thrilled about her display on Monday. While Sharon was not completely innocent, considering she had initiated physical contact between them, she hadn't expected the Chief to be so thoughtless and bold. What if her blinds had been open? What if someone had walked in? Not to mention they had explicitly discussed the rules of their friendship only two days before. Brenda couldn't have forgotten, she just chose to ignore them. It all seemed so easy for the younger woman, dancing through life without a care in the world or a concept of how her actions affected others. She just went after what she wanted until she lost interest. And Sharon was pretty sure that their relationship was no different. The blonde did love a challenge, and obviously had met her match. However, the Captain couldn't deny that if the situation were different, she would be more than interested in seeing where this could go. But Sharon's job required her to follow the rules. And while the LAPD didn't exactly forbid this sort of relationship, considering they worked in two separate divisions and Sharon didn't report to the Chief in any capacity, it could be looked upon unfavorably. And in the Captain's field, reputation meant everything. The older woman was fully prepared to respond with a 'no, thank you' when her phone vibrated again.

From: Chief BLJ

Look, I'm sorry about Monday. It won't happen again. Give me a chance to prove we can be friends. You're the only friend I've got these days.

Sharon found herself standing outside the bar an hour later. Obviously her car had a mind of its own, because she couldn't remember driving herself here. Honestly, she did miss the blonde and it was nice to have someone finally on her side, especially at work. One drink wouldn't hurt, right?

Brenda almost jumped for joy when she saw the Captain enter from across the room. Normally she would have waved the brunette over, but the pianos were set up in the center of the room, facing where they were sitting, a stage attached in front. From where Sharon came in, she would have to make a full loop to find them and it was pretty packed, even at 8. The Chief excused herself and headed over to grab the older woman before she was swallowed up in the crowd.

"Hey, Sharon. I didn't think you were comin'. I'll show you where we're all sittin'." The blonde smiled broadly and grabbed the brunette's arm, attempting to guide her back to their table. Sharon initially flinched at the contact, but soon realized the Chief was just trying to lead her to the far corner. The guys seemed confused by the Captain's arrival, but acknowledged her presence with a chorus of 'hello's' and 'glad you came.' Sharon took a minute to survey her surroundings, noticing that everyone already seemed to be a drink or two into the evening.

"This round's on me," announced the blonde. "What are you drinkin' Sharon?"

"I'll have a vodka soda, thanks." Just one drink, then the brunette was going home.

Brenda returned with everyone's beverages, finding the older woman in a rather heated conversation with Sánchez.

"…there is no better quarterback in Colt's history than Peyton Manning, Captain. His record speaks for itself," protested Julio.

Sharon didn't claim to know everything, but one thing she knew very well was football. While most native Californian's were well versed in the college realm, the brunette (and her family) had always been a devoted NFL fan. Some of her best memories involved a crowded living room full of relatives, beer, and a Sunday night game. As a result of this lifelong dedication, she was fully prepared to wage war with Julio over a rather careless claim and maybe even earn a little respect in the process. These men were hard to break, but she knew a crash course in quarterback history could help them look at her as more of an equal.

"His record with the Colt's may be the best in franchise history, but Johnny Unitas will always be the best quarterback the Colt's, and the NFL, has ever seen. He was phenomenal before the rule's changed, when the game was built totally around the run. And he was the first to even consider using the comeback passing offense, long before any other teams had attempted mounting a full-scale fourth quarter comeback. Yes, his statistics aren't nearly as impressive as Manning on paper, but what he brought to the game goes well beyond numbers." Sharon couldn't help but notice sometime during her speech the entire division had started to stare, mouths hanging open in shock. Apparently her extensive knowledge had impressed them all, if their faces were any indication.

"Damn Captain. You better be getting her next round, Sánchez. She just owned you in football," exclaimed Gabriel. Who knew the Captain was so normal? And knew so much about football?

"I'll do you one better, 'round of tequila shots on me. You can all thank the Captain." Julio headed over to the bar, leaving Sharon with the rest of the men. She looked around for the blonde, but Brenda must have wandered off to one of the other tables. It appeared that Major Crimes was not the only division in attendance tonight.

After a quick hello to Mendoza, the Chief headed back to their table. She was surprised to find everyone huddled in conversation, the brunette blending in seamlessly. While the guys no longer hated Sharon, they weren't usually this accepting of her presence. Well, unless they needed something from her. Sánchez soon appeared with and handful of shot glasses, distributing them around to the team.

"Oh man, Chief, you should have been here five minutes ago. The Captain just schooled Julio in football," laughed Gabriel.

"Is that so?" Brenda was impressed, the guys seemed to have really taken a liking to the former wicked witch in the last few minutes.

"Yeah, Chief. It wasn't my finest hour, I may have underestimated my opponent," confessed Sánchez.

"Consider it a learnin' experience, we should all stop underestimatin' the Captain these days." The blonde gave Sharon a bright smile.

Soon the band started their set, and the room filled with piano renditions of a variety of popular songs. Brenda finished another glass of wine and headed over to the brunette, who was casually chatting with Flynn. The older man excused himself soon after, noticing a pretty young redhead walk past, leaving the two women alone. Sharon, feeling a little buzzed and quite happy about how the evening was going, took a moment to give the blonde the once over. God, she was gorgeous.

"I'm really glad you ended up comin' out tonight, Sharon. I was really hopin' you would, but…" The blonde was interrupted by a voice over the loudspeaker.

"Is there a Lieutenant Louie Provenza here? Your colleagues have requested this next song especially for you," smirked one of the band members.

Before Sharon could wrap her head around what happened next, Provenza had been dragged on stage by one of the bar's employees and was being given a lap dance by a few younger female patrons to a comical piano interpretation of 'I Like Big Butts.' Every member of Major Crimes looked like they were dangerously close to peeing their pants and it appeared Andy Flynn was actually crying from laughing so hard. Gabriel managed to high-five Sánchez, obviously congratulating each other on a job well done. The brunette could no longer hold in her amusement and soon found herself doubled over, wishing Buzz was here to video this spectacle.

Brenda couldn't catch her breath, Provenza was loving the attention. And it appeared he was very well versed in this song. David and Julio did love to pull these kinds of stunts, but usually their victim was Tao, considering he was the easiest target. This was definitely one for the history books. Once the blonde was able to calm down, she glanced over at the Captain, half expecting her to be irritated over her division's juvenile behavior. But that didn't seem to be the case at all. She couldn't help but notice the brunette was absolutely stunning when she dropped that Captain Raydor façade and joined in with her team.

A few songs and one very happy Provenza later, Sharon saw Gabriel returning from the bar with a white bucket filled with some sort of blue liquid and a rather obscene amount of colored straws sticking out. While the brunette didn't frequent bars as much as she once did, she knew things were about to get very interesting now that a mixture of cheap liquor was introduced to the team.

"The band wanted to show their appreciation for the police," shrugged David to the rest of the group, setting down the bucket of booze on the table they were sharing. No one really needed to ask twice, free drinks were always appreciated in this crowd. And most of them already had a buzz, everything was starting to taste the same anyway.

As the night continued and Brenda downed another glass of wine along with a solid amount of the bucket, she found it incredibly difficult to restrain herself from jumping the older woman. She was no longer thinking clearly. Or maybe, without inhibitions, she might have the courage to tell the brunette how she felt. The only thing she wanted at this moment was Sharon, and she had a feeling that as much as the Captain protested, she wanted this too. She had noticed the way the brunette was looking at her when Andy left them alone. Perhaps this was the perfect time to have a conversation. After all, the older woman would never yell at her in public, especially around her division. And after a drink or two, Sharon may also be more open about what exactly was going on between them. First things first, the Chief really needed to talk to her alone. When the opportunity did not present itself, Brenda decided to speed things up. She leaned in close to the brunette, not wanting the guys to hear.

"Hey Sharon, something's not sittin' right in my stomach. Could you come with me to the bathroom?"

"Sure," responded the Captain. She had noticed the blonde drinking quite a bit, but figured she could hold her liquor.

They had barely made it into the bathroom when the brunette felt herself being pushed into a stall. Brenda wasted no time and their lips connected. There was nothing sweet about this rendezvous…the blonde attacked, begging for access into the older woman's mouth. Sharon moaned, feeling the younger woman nibble on her rather sensitive bottom lip. The Chief managed to pin the brunette against the wall, and her hands began to roam, eventually finding their way under the waist of Sharon's skirt, lightly grazing her now exposed stomach.

Well, this was not exactly what the Captain expected when she agreed to accompany the younger woman to the bathroom. Every time they found themselves alone, something like this happened. And once again, Sharon's brain was telling her this needed to stop, but her heart wouldn't listen. Instead, she pushed back against the blonde, never breaking their kiss, but effectively forcing the younger woman against the opposite wall. If this was going to happen, it was going to be on the Captain's terms. Grabbing the blonde's hands with her own, she placed them above her head. Wrapping her fingers around the Chief's wrists, she allowed her right hand release its grip and wander south.

Brenda was on fire, wetness already pooling in her underwear. She was desperate to touch the older woman, but the alcohol and Sharon's firm grip was making that next to impossible. And now the brunette's hands were dangerously close to her center. Letting out a rather loud sigh, she finally broke their kiss, staring into green eyes.

"Sharon…I want…I need…to touch you," the blonde whispered, hardly able to get the words out between breaths.

"Not here, we can't," Sharon managed to spit out as she started planting rough kisses down the Chief's neck, occasionally biting enough to elicit a whimper, but not enough to leave a mark.

"Come home with me," pleaded Brenda.

"No. We really can't do this." Sharon pulled back, looking straight at the younger woman. This had to stop, she needed to remember her responsibilities, and morals, and common sense.

"Please Sharon, just once. Then we can go back to just bein' friends. Please, I need you," begged the blonde, close to tears. She looked away, not wanting to see the Captain's reaction.

The brunette couldn't deny her desire for the younger woman. And perhaps just one time, she could give in. After all, if this was just a chase for the blonde, sleeping together would end it. She grabbed the blonde's face, forcing her to make eye contact.

"You can come home with me. There's no way I'm letting you drive yourself anywhere." Sharon gave the Chief one last peck and headed out of the bathroom. Now where had she put her purse?

Brenda took a second to straighten out her skirt and smooth her hair. Exiting the stall, she caught herself in the mirror and did some minor touch ups. Hopefully the guys wouldn't notice the flush, or the fact that her lipstick was kissed away. Taking one last breath, she headed for the door and out to her team.

"Thanks for the lovely evenin', gentleman. My ride's about to leave, I'll see y'all bright and early Monday," chirped the blonde as she grabbed her purse. Sharon must have already said her goodbyes while the Chief was adjusting in the bathroom because she was already halfway out the door.

"Chief, if you want to stay, I can drop you off after Sánchez," offered Gabriel.

"David, it's fine. I'm just gonna head home now with Cap'n Raydor. I'm feelin' a little funny, must have been all that blue drink. You guys stay and have a good time," laughed the blonde.

"Alright Chief, have a good night."

Brenda stumbled out of the bar and immediately saw the Captain waiting for her next to the entrance.

"I figured you wouldn't know where I parked," shrugged the brunette as she began to walk to her car.

The blonde took a quick second to look around, not seeing many people in the parking lot. Catching up to Sharon, she grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together. She was feeling a little unsteady, so she could always use the intoxication as an excuse.

"What are you doing?" The Captain attempted to shake away Brenda's hand, but the younger woman only held her tighter.

"No one's around. Just shut up and hold my hand, would'ya?" The blonde smiled at Sharon.

The car ride back was full of stolen glances and light caresses. Brenda rested her hand on the Captain's thigh but didn't move further up, aware that she was driving. Red lights gave the blonde an opportunity to steal a kiss or two, until the person behind them eventually honked. They really were acting like a couple of horny teenagers and it was driving the Chief absolutely crazy with desire.

Sharon was trying to enjoy the moment, but she couldn't seem to completely turn off the voice in her head. This was the Chief, her superior, and someone she looked up to, professionally. Not to mention, the brunette had never had sex with a woman. What was she suppose to do? Had Brenda ever done this before? Oh God, what if this was like her first time with a man? The Captain would prefer to never again relive that awkward experience. However, what seemed to be the most frightening was the possibility that this was more than just one night. The older woman really felt something, something she hadn't experienced with another person in a very long time. If Brenda didn't feel the same, if this really was just a game for her, Sharon was unsure she would be able to recover. Or worse yet, what if tonight did lead to something bigger? There would be no way 'whatever this was' could work out in the end. And the Captain would find herself hurt and alone, again. All roads seemed to lead back to Sharon being hurt, one way or another. Should she just turn the car around now? At least that would spare her some pain.

"Stop," exclaimed the blonde, breaking the silence. Sharon threw on her breaks, out of habit.

"What the fuck, Brenda?" hissed the brunette, narrowly missing being rear-ending by the car behind her.

"I didn't mean the car, Sharon. I meant stop thinkin' so much. Just trust me, okay?" The Chief worried her bottom lip and grabbed for the older woman's hand, interlacing their fingers. She didn't want Sharon to talk herself out of this, not after they had come so far.

"Sometimes you just, ugh. You drive me crazy," complained the brunette.

"And you wouldn't have it any other way," intoned the Chief. She looked over, smirking at the Captain.

Sharon pulled into her driveway and got out, slowly collecting her things from the backseat. This was really going to happen, whether she was ready or not. It was too late to turn back now, Brenda had already made her intentions very clear. One thing was certain, the brunette needed a few drinks. She needed to get on her companion's intoxication level, otherwise things could get a little awkward. And maybe some booze would turn off her brain, even if just for the night.

The blonde almost face planted getting out of the car, apparently she had a few more drinks than she remembered. Not to mention, standing up so quickly had left her spinning a bit. Noticing the brunette stalling, bent over to retrieve something non-existent on the floor of her car, Brenda took the opportunity to wrap her arms around the older woman's waist and pull her into the standing position.

"Let's go inside. Do you need help with anything?" whispered the blonde as she planted a few soft kisses on the back of Sharon's exposed neck.

Sharon shook her head, slung her bag over a shoulder, and headed for the door. Once again, she felt a hand on her own free one and a slight squeeze from the blonde. Apparently the Chief was a big fan of hand-holding, which the brunette found incredibly adorable and simultaneously annoying. Unlocking her door, the Captain placed her purse, jacket, and shoes in the usual spot, pointing to the younger woman to do the same, and then headed straight for the kitchen. Shooting up a silent thank you to God for remembering to visit the liquor store earlier that week, she pulled out one very large bottle of Belvedere and poured a rather generous amount into a tumbler. She would skip the soda tonight, all she wanted was a quick buzz to calm her nerves.

Brenda took a second to poke around the living room, checking out some framed photos and artwork that decorated the space. While she had been to the Captain's house before, she definitely hadn't had the chance to do any proper snooping. After a minute or two, she realized the brunette was not coming out of the kitchen. What could she possibly be doing in there? Taking a deep breath, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst, she headed in. The world was spinning a little for the Chief, but she still knew exactly what she wanted.

Sighing into her second glass of vodka, Sharon saw the blonde approaching. Unsure of what to do next, they shared a quiet moment awkwardly staring at each other. No one wanted to make the first move, a total 180 from the bar bathroom and their shared kitchen make out scene the week before. Not wanting to spend the rest of the night just looking at each other, the brunette let out a shaky breath, put her glass on the counter, and stepped toward the Chief. Hand trembling, she placed her palm on the blonde's cheek, running her thumb across her bottom lip. The younger woman gave her a slight smirk and lunged.

Brenda had the Captain pinned, once again, against the counter in 2.5 seconds. The kiss was sloppy, needy, and the younger woman slowly melted into the feeling. If the moan coming from the brunette was any indication, she was definitely enjoying this as well. Sharon could feel the alcohol hitting her system and was suddenly very hot. Needing some sort of air circulation, she began guiding the blonde over to the couch, lips breaking only long enough for Sharon to pull the younger woman's shirt over her head. When Brenda felt her legs hit the sofa, she fell back, allowing the Captain to sit on her lap, straddling her. She also took the opportunity to unbutton Sharon's shirt, placing wet kisses down her neck as she went.

This felt too right, Sharon couldn't care about the consequences anymore. At this moment, being tonight was the only thing that made perfect sense.

"Lets take this upstairs," husked the brunette.