I moved this story from The Closer thread to Major Crimes because technically it does take place after The Closer ended and I want more people going to the Major Crimes group. For me, it's a better show than The Closer.

So anyway, I don't normally update this soon but wanted to keep this one going. I don't know what's happening after this chapter yet, however. :)

Thanks for reading.

The next morning a jackhammer was steadily pounding in Brenda's head. For a brief moment she didn't remember anything from the previous night but then she moved an arm and her tender breasts brought it all back to her. Snap shots of everything that happened from the time Captain Sharon Raydor sauntered into the Tail Feather until she walked out of her bedroom flashed in her head. It hadn't been a dream after all.

But it wasn't like what she'd ever dreamed before. It wasn't love. It wasn't romance. It was sex. That's all it was. Right?

Her eyes darted to her closed door. She heard rustling coming from outside but couldn't make out the specific sounds. Then a bacon scented wave flirted with her nose. Her stomach growled in response.

Unfolding herself out of the bed, she threw on a silk robe not bothering to put on anything underneath it.

Sharon liked good food. Good, homemade, healthy food. But when she woke up the only thing she wanted was greasy, crispy bacon, fried eggs and white bread toast. Her hangover wasn't as bad as she expected but compounded by the fact that she had let her body govern her brain last night was eating at her insides.

She hadn't lost control. No, Sharon Raydor was never out of control. But she did, however, overstep very big boundaries. And she was teetering oh so very close to the edge. No one had ever taken her to the edge before. She'd never allowed anyone to. Not until Brenda Leigh Johnson.

As she shook the thoughts from her head, she heard Brenda pad barefoot into the kitchen. With her back still turned away she took a breath and waited for her to speak.

"Good mornin'." Brenda croaked. Her voice was harsh and rasped from too much alcohol and too many deep, guttural moans. She noticed Sharon was dressed impeccably of course. A perfectly tailored pair of dark grey slacks replaced the blue jeans, a light blue silk blouse and expensive pair of black pumps completed the ensemble. Her chestnut brown hair didn't have a strand out of place.

Sharon spun around on her heels. With her hands firmly at her waist she cocked her head to the side with an inquisitive look.

"What?" Brenda asked.

"Why aren't you ready?" She sat a plate of bacon and eggs and toast in front of Brenda perched at the breakfast bar.

Brenda picked up the silverware to her right. She was amazed that she even had silverware. Usually she ate with the plastic set that came in the bag of takeout or picked up her sandwich and chips with her fingers.

Dragging the knife across the plate she watched the bright yellow egg yolk spread slowly around the bacon and soak into the toast. How did Sharon know exactly what she needed that morning? With the tip of her fork she picked up a sliver of white egg and drug it thru its yolk. It was heaven on her tongue. Taking a bite of the crispy bacon she finally asked, "ready for what?"

"To go back to LA for your trial. You can't put it off anymore."

Brenda finished the rest of her breakfast in silence. Afterwards, she huffed back to her bedroom like a child being sent to her room for punishment. She didn't want to go back to LA. In LA everything was real again. Tearing off her robe she slung it across the room and turned around to find Sharon leaning against the door jamb with her arms folded across her chest. She wasn't sure but she thought she detected a hint of a smirk playing at her lips.

"I'm not forcing you to go. But it is in your best interest, obviously." Sharon stared into her brown eyes. The same color as the chocolate she had licked off her mouth not more than a few hours before. Mistakenly she let her eyes drop to the naked body standing before her. She hadn't gotten to see her body last night in the dark. But it was just as she had imagined. She learned every curve, every sensitive spot, every inch last night.

Her eyes stopped on a bright red mark just at the inside curve of the bottom her left breast. She remembered putting that there. Not on purpose, of course. Somewhere deep inside her she liked knowing she'd marked her. And that shocked her more than anything.

"Was that what last night was about? Getting me to let my guard down so I'd go back with you?" Brenda was mad.

"Last night…" Sharon narrowed her eyes the tiniest bit. "Last night had nothing to do with anything…except for something that shouldn't have happened."

The briefest second of hurt flashed across Brenda's face before she lifted her chin and pursed her lips. How could they do what they did…twice…and just forget about it? Brenda knew Sharon was affected by it. But stoic, by-the-book, stick up her ass Captain Sharon Raydor wouldn't admit it or open the stone gate locking back her emotions.

"I'll be ready to go in an hour." Brenda declared harshly.

With that, Sharon turned swiftly on the ball of her foot and left a naked Brenda standing in the middle of her room without a second glance.

While waiting for Brenda, Sharon slowly rocked back and forth in one of the old white rocking chairs on the front porch. It really was peaceful out here but it wasn't her cup of tea. She stared into the trees. Into the sky. At the butterflies. At nothing. She was angry at herself for allowing such a horrible, destructive indulgence to take place. She was the one with the level head. But one touch from a wily ex-chief and she was brought to her knees…literally.

An hour later they were out of "the woods" and back on the interstate. She let Brenda drive because, after all, this was her world and she knew her way around but after several too quick turns and near-misses with a few eighteen-wheelers, Sharon was second guessing that decision.

Brenda had dressed in a flowery blue and white skirt that was flirting with the top of her knee. The same knee that was most sensitive when the back of it was licked. Sharon blew out a long breath and turned her attentions out the window.

They hadn't spoken much until Brenda finally got fed up enough.

"So we're just supposed to forget last night happened?" The blonde asked without looking at her companion.

"That's right. It was a misstep in judgment. You have to realize that." Sharon replied without looking from the passing scenery.

"How can you just forget…" She wanted to say great sex…mind-blowing sex but she didn't.

"Because you have to. You're married." The last two words came out a slow whisper.

Brenda kept her eyes focused on the road in front of her but she pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth. "What if I weren't?"

Sharon Raydor's head whipped around faster than it should have but it was a knee-jerk reaction to the simple yet powerful question. She didn't know how to respond or if she should.

Out of the corner of her eye, Brenda could see Sharon staring at her with her mouth slightly ajar.

"What if I weren't…married?" Brenda repeated slower.