I'm on the East Coast (Massachusetts), and it's a big football day for the fabulous Patriots. So while I listen to my father tell Bellichick how to do his job, I figured I'd update again. A short update.

And the LAPD we know has covered everything from fires to Ambers, but never once have they covered an Earthquake.

Enjoy!


"Give her some more time!" The Chief of Police pleaded. "Just another minute, one!"

"I told you five minutes is what she'll get. And five minutes is what she got. Detective Montgomery got the woman talking in five. You claimed this Lieutenant was better, and yet she wasn't," Pope said happy that his Detective was better than the blonde. "I took four years to gather a dream team. She wasn't on my list. Send her back to wherever she came from."

The Chief of Police sighed, Pope was right. Five minutes was five minutes, and Brenda Leigh Johnson didn't make it.

Pope was already out of the room, delivering the news to the young Lieutenant. With a sigh, the Chief of Police headed back to his office.

"Lieutenant Johnson, I'm sorry to say, but this job probably isn't for you," Pope said lightly.

"Sir, if this is because I didn't get a confession, I can get one. Just give me another couple minutes," Brenda pleaded. She needed this job.

"Lieutenant, I have a Detective who got a confession in five minutes. Since I wasn't able to do the proper background check on you as I did on the other four, hand selected people, I can't give you this job. It wouldn't be fair to everyone else," Pope explained.

"Sir," Brenda said with a thick southern twang. "I need this job." Brenda stepped towards Pope and ran her hands up his chest hesitantly. Pope backed away and against the wall. Brenda tugged at her bottom lip and stepped forwards again. Her hands trailed up his chest and looped around Pope's neck. With a defeating sigh, Pope gave in. Brenda was beautiful. Pope raised his right hand and gently ran it through her hair. Brenda smiled and tilted her head into his palm. Pope raised his left hand and ran it through the other side of blonde curls.

Cupping Brenda's face, Pope muttered, "You're gorgeous."

Brenda seized the opportunity and leaned forward, locking her lips to Pope's. She twined her finger together at the base of his neck and pulled him closer to her.

Brenda Leigh Johnson would do anything for this job.

"I did. I miscarried in my second to last year in the Academy," Sharon whispered. "I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and with the stress of finals, I hadn't taken care of myself. I lost the baby because I neglected it. I guess I just wasn't meant to be a mother." Sharon shrugged as if it was nothing, loosing a child and knowing that the white picket fence dream wasn't for her.

"I bet you'd make a great mother," Tao attempted to comfort the woman.

"I brought it on myself. I can't blame it on anyone, that's probably the worst part. When my brother was murdered, I could at least place my anger to some man who had taken his life. When my baby died, I placed the anger on myself. It's rather unhealthy, make sure your girlfriend doesn't do that to herself," Sharon advised with a sad smile.

"I'll make sure I'm there for her," Tao noted and Sharon smiled.

"But then there was a part of me that was happy I lost the child. My boyfriend and I are very Catholic. Getting pregnant before marriage was frowned upon by both our families and the Church. We were going to get married quickly, then say we were blessed with the child on our wedding night," Sharon said with a slight blush. "But neither of us really loved one another. He was only with me because of the baby. And one night I had had it with him. I sent him packing. The next night, the baby was gone, and I never heard from my boyfriend, Jack, again."

Tao sighed with sympathy, "I'm so sorry-"

"No, no. I'm sorry for airing my dirty laundry. We went to lunch today for you," Sharon said pointedly, regretting she had shared so much of her past.

Sharon and Tao talked about comforting ways for Cathy, and come one o'clock, the two were at a good level.

Cathy was lucky to have such a nice man.

Cadaver #5

The team sat at their desks, doing their own thing. Pope rounded the corner into the lair, Brenda at his heels like a lost puppy.

"We have another test. First, this is Lieutenant Brenda Leigh Johnson, she'll be joining our group," Pope said, throwing the woman a lustful smile. Brenda fought back a blush and went to take the added empty desk. The four Detectives had noticed the desk, but hadn't thought much of it.

"Here in California, there are many plates that'll coll-"

"Grandpa, I don't need an Earth Science lesson," Provenza muttered, righting himself in his chair.

Pope shot Provenza a steely glare and continued his introduction, "Some schools have fire drills. Here in California, there are fire drills, but also Earthquake drills. Today, we'll travel to a remote area, with the fire department, and you will show your sharing skills. There are dummies buried under feet of debris. Your job it to remove the dummies, intact, with the fire department, for the coroner. You'll also need the debris to figure out what happened. Coordinates are in your GPS, have fun," Pope said, gesturing to the door. The group shuffled out of the room slowly.

"Lieutenant Johnson, you'll need to ride along with Detective Montgomery, just for today. You'll have a car in the morning," Pope said. Brenda nodded and flashed a big, bright smile. Painful to Sharon's eyes.

"Thank you, Chief," Brenda practically choked on her own thick twang. Sharon rolled her eyes and nodded to tell the Lieutenant to follow her.

"Thank you, Detective for letting me ride with you," Brenda said, flashing another eye burning smile at Sharon.

Sharon started the car and checked the coordinates.

"Doll," Sharon said in a very good, faked, southern twang. "I'm not the Chief, I don't need to be seduced."

The smile fell from Brenda's lips, and the blonde cleared her throat.

The rest of the ride was silent.

"Wow," Flynn muttered as he watched the Lieutenant head to examine the pile of wood. "That woman has legs."

"Tell me about it," Provenza agreed. "And that twang of hers. This is what a guy lives for."

Tao shook his head at his two new friends and headed to the pile that once used to be a house. The five stood looking at the debris, hands cupped over their eyes to block the setting desert sun. Dust blew off the wood and the fire trucks started to arrive.

"It's a Jenga puzzle," Provenza muttered.

"That seems 'bout right, Detective. The Chief does love games, they're everywhere in his office," Brenda commented, mapping out the pieces in her head. "Alright, I think we should start takin' pieces from the top. We can place them neatly over there," Brenda motioned to an area with tarps. "And we'll give the dummy victims to the coroner."

Sharon was furious. Not only did the blonde have to seduce toe boss for her job, but she was controlling.

"Let's get started. Y'all want to make friends with the fire department while I talk to the coroner?" Brenda suggested, already heading for the coroner's van. "We'll also need lights soon, Detectives. Might want to set those up now."

"And she's controlling," Provenza whispered happily to Flynn. "I'm starting to love this job!"

Sharon rolled her eyes. The woman had great suggestion.

"If you'll grab lights, I can talk to the fire department," Sharon said.

"Perfect," Provenza whispered greedily watching Brenda as she stumbled in her heels across the sand to the coroner's van.

"We'll get lights, Sharon," Flynn said flashing her a smile. Sharon smiled back, at least someone still liked her. With a sigh, Sharon stumbled slightly in her own heels towards the firemen.


Short, sorry.

I threw Brenda and Pope's affair in early, but trust me, it'll be good. And Brenda may sound bitchy and slutty right now, but that's from Sharon's view. We all know that Brenda thought Sharon was bitchy…

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