She mentally shook her head and pulled on her years of self control to but a lid on these emotions. She knew that there was a chance of this happening, after all Miranda was a very beautiful woman. A very straight beautiful woman she reminded her libido as she felt herself settle.

If Sharon was honest with herself she had not taken the time for herself lately. When Rusty came into her life and she learned more about his mother, she didn't want to be a repeat of the original Sharon so she put her personal life on the shelf to focus on the troubled teen. Now he was settling but she wasn't sure if he was ready fro the bisexual aspect of her life. In short, Sharon was on edge all the time and batteries only did so much. She missed the touch of another woman, the mixed scent of perfume, sweat and a unique scent that was just her. She craved it at this point and the almost burning heat rolling off Miranda was not helping. She needed to gather herself and fast.

Miranda meanwhile was confused and wondering why Sharon stopped writing and almost seemed to tense up. Was she uncomfortable? Feeling that she may have crowed the complex woman who was a great shot she backed away. She had a feeling that if she ever made Sharon really mad, she may not walk out alive. She saw a flash of anger in those green eyes when Miranda leashed out the ice queen but as quickly as it came, it was gone. This was clearly a woman who had almost complete control of herself at all time.

As Miranda sat back across the desk from Sharon, she pulled out her phone to go through emails under the impression that she was checking emails. She really wanted another chance to see this woman and watch what she would do. The way she held herself in the chair, you could see the restrained nature and that she was a powerhouse. She walked with confidence and power and spoke softly but strong. A almost husky voice Miranda thought. Was that a concsous choince of by chance? The clothes she wore, while very feminine they had a very structured sense. She was clearly aware of herself and her body but she knew that she was part of a man's world and fit in.

Where Miranda knew as an Editor in Chief she too was in a man's world, but she was very vast in clothing choice. Sometimes choosing to be soft and gentle and then the next day very severe. Miranda was sure that Sharon was never the one to be soft here. She was all hard edges, but outside of work. Was she still the same person?

Sharon felt Miranda's eyes on her as she "checked" her emails. Did the woman think she was born yesterday? She was a detective and was very good and knowing when people were looking at her. This however was different than the looks she was used to getting, it wasn't lust like the men and sometimes women gave her. It wasn't disdain that she still got when she walked the halls, and it wasn't a mix of awe and confusion that she got most of time in the halls from the younger officers. She knew that Miranda was making a judgement but what she was judging, Sharon could not tell you and that bothered her. She decided to keep her cool and wait it out, the chance would come to learn more about this woman.

"Sharon?" Rusty asked as he poked his head in her office. Her head shot up and she smiled at him. "Yes Rusty?"

"I was just wondering how much longer you were going to be, I'm hungry." He looked down, he was still embarrassed to ask her for anything in front of other people. He also felt like people thought that he was using her.

Sharon looked down at her watch and her eyes widened comically, "Oh, honey. I'm sorry, I'm going to be just a little longer. I'll pack this up and finish it at home. Would you like to call for thai and we can pick it up on our way home?" She smiled warmly at him, as to ease him that it was okay to ask her for anything. He just nodded and took off out of her office towards his phone. "Get my usual," she called after him and he waved back towards her that he already knew.

She smiled and shook her head before picking up her office. "I am sorry but I need to get home, teenage boys they are always hungry." She said to Miranda who smiled and replied, "oh not a problem, we can touch base tomorrow and see if maybe we could talk more about your history with the LAPD and who Captain Raydor is when she is not a Captain." Miranda said as she dug through her bag for her personal business cards with her personal line on it. She handed it to Sharon who took it with a slight smile and put it in her pocket. "I'll be in touch tomorrow, I am planning on going to one of the LAPD gyms tomorrow if you would like to come. See the high ranking officers work out?" She laughed as they walked out of her office and she closed the door.

Miranda nodded and told her that they would touch base tomorrow before pulling out her phone and calling her assistant as she walked out of Major Crimes. When she reached the elevators she looked back and noticed Sharon and Rusty at the door and she was brushing hair out of his face and though he looked like any other teenager he was tolerating the notion. As they walked out he dropped an arm around her shoulders and she tossed her head back and laughed at something he said. Miranda's mind exploded with an image of Sharon's head tossed back for an entirely different reason and she felt her face heat up. SHe slipped into the elevator and jabbed her finger on the close door button so she wouldn't have to share the small space with the very observant Captain who would most likely notice that something was off with her. Her last thought before she put on her glasses and exited the elevator to her waiting assistant was, where did that thought come from and why was it so arousing?