The tapping of high heels can be heard with her usual gait. A flowered skirt sways with each step. She follows the rookie through the building, though she is no stranger to it. She grins, giving a cordial nod to the terrified man as she makes her way to the woman's office, knocking before entering, "Captain."
Sharon glances up, a grin creeping across her face as she stands, "Brenda, it's been too long."
"Heard you been busy." The blonde smirks, entering the office fully. She moves over to the other woman, pulling her in for a friendly hug, "You look fantastic."
"That's what running after a toddler will give you." She nods, "I can't thank you enough for coming." She motions to the chair in front of her desk.
"I like what you've done." Brenda nods, glancing around, "The artwork is...well, I wouldn't choose it, but this isn't my office anymore." She takes a seat.
"No, it is not." Sharon shakes her head slowly, "Really though, Brenda."
"I'd help any one of y'all any possible way I can. You should know that by now." She places her large black purse next to her seat, picking up a picture frame sitting on the woman's desk, "Is this Katherine now? My, she has grown."
"She's close to being in kindergarten."
"If you ever want a night out with Flynn, Fritzy and I would love to babysit." Brenda nods, "Is this your granddaughter?"
"Yes, Freya. I have some photos in here of her, but I'm sure Julio has more."
"I...I wanted to keep in touch with everyone. It...As stupid as it sounds, it hurts too much sometimes."
"I understand." Sharon reaches over, touching her hand.
"Yes, well." Brenda clears her throat, shaking her head, "That's that, then. Tell me, what's so important that you called me up?"
"Provenza made an arrest a few hours ago, a woman by the name of Trudy Wilson. Charges are assault on an officer and attempted murder."
"That's...pretty heavy."
"Yes, it becomes even heavier when the officer is Andy and Trudy Wilson is really his ex wife." Sharon folds her arms as she sits up in her chair, "I want to be in the room, and I plan to, but I need someone who isn't so connected with him there as well. I figure you're the best person to do that, seeing as you aren't a part of this team any longer."
Brenda nods slowly, "Attempted murder on Andy?"
"Yes, she poisoned him during dinner. Provenza is trying to pile these charges up, but I need to make sure some of them stick and maybe she gets help."
"Are her children-"
"Mac wants nothing to do with her. Trudy kicked her out when Mac told the family she was gay. She has a couple with her current husband, but the husband has charges pending of abuse with her. They're also a bit older. I made arrangements for them to stay with her mother."
Brenda nods again, "Am I allowed to see the case file? Both for this and for the abuse charge?"
"I'll make that available to you, yes." Sharon nods.
"How is Lieutenant Flynn?"
She smiles, "He's fine. They're keeping him overnight, which is standard. I want to get this out of the way before they release her on bail. I don't trust her. I know it's late, so I can not thank you enough for agreeing to this."
"No need to thank me." Brenda shakes her head, taking the folders as they're offered to her, "Had them ready for me?"
"I know you." Sharon grins, "If you have any questions-"
"This is Andy's...second wife?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Just wanted to make sure. I always remember hearing him speak so fondly of the first one." Brenda leafs through the file on the suspect, including the one of her past altercation with her second husband.
"The first one is great. We share Christmas greetings every year. She isn't the bad guy here."
"I understand, Captain." She nods.
Sharon smiles to her, "Could I get you anything to drink, Chief?"
Brenda lifts her eyes from the file with a smirk, "I'm not your chief anymore, Sharon."
"It's a habit." She stands from her desk chair, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Coffee, tea, a soft drink?" She walks towards the door.
"Some ice water would be great." The blonde closes the files and stands as well, "Actually, I'd love to walk with you if that's alright." She adjusts her jacket.
"Of course." Sharon grins, closing the door of her office behind them as they walk, "So tell me, how are things on the homefront? I see Agent Howard often, but we don't usually speak of things unrelated to work."
"That's just how he is. Don't take it too personal."
"Oh, believe me, I don't."
Brenda grins, "Daddy is doing really well. Real involved with the local veterans group in Atlanta. I visit when I can." She nods, "My brothers been keeping an eye on him." She folds her arms, "Fritzy and I are considering adoption. Me with the short hours...I find myself going stir crazy most of the time. Only so much you can do with a cat. I think it would be good for us. He's on the fence. He'd make a great father though. He was great with my niece, Charlie."
Sharon nods, smiling, "That sounds fantastic." She pats the other woman's arm, "I never got the chance to meet your niece, unfortunately."
"She was a handful. When Rusty was there...as long ago as it was and as silly as this sounds, but it seemed to...It just felt right." They walk slowly to the breakroom. She pours her own coffee, adding far too much sugar than one should add. Nothing unusual to either of them, "How is Rusty?"
"He's fantastic. Studying psychology. He's..." She shakes her head, "I have you to thank for it, really. Despite our differences at first, he's one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. The others being the births of my children and Andy, of course."
"You know, when Lieutenant Provenza told me about it, I just couldn't believe it. I think his words were, 'Andy and the witch shacked up'."
"How eloquent." Sharon smirks.
Brenda chuckles, "Then that daughter...I bet she has him wrapped around her finger."
"Oh, trust me, she runs the house. Since Mac is going off to college soon, Kate is starting to realize that she's going to be alone with her parents for the first time in her life. No siblings at the house twenty four-seven. It isn't sitting well with her. Eve works at the school and watches her when classes are over for us, which means Kate will be able to spend time with the baby. I think that's the only thing that is keeping Katie completely sane and tantrum free." She shakes her head.
"I'm sure she's the best parts of you and Andy. It's probably just as hard on y'all as it is on her."
"I think it might even be harder." Sharon sadly smiles, "I didn't have a full house of children in a long time. Then all of a sudden there's Rusty, and things happened with Andy and we had Kate, then all of our children come back...it's an incredible feeling. Everyone actually gets along. We didn't expect that at all."
Brenda nods, "I'm glad everything is working out for you."
"Yes, as am I. Thank you." She tucks her hair behind her ear, "So, tell me, after looking over the files, do you have a course of action?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary, Captain. I don't work for your department. I don't work for the LAPD. So really, for the sake of the law, I'm some guy off the street."
"There's no law saying a civilian can't ask questions. Plus, you're with the DA's office. It's a completely different situation." Sharon shakes her head slowly, removing her glasses to wipe them with her cotton t-shirt located underneath her blazer, "Your history with the department will hold. You're separated, but not too disconnected. You are familiar with the staff and now the situation. I have nothing to fear during this."
Brenda nods, "I appreciate the vote of confidence, Captain, but my skills may be a bit tarnished. You may have to pick up a little bit of the slack."
"I want to rip the woman's face off. I want to lay everything out on the table and show her exactly where she went wrong as a wife, as a mother, and as a human being."
"Rage...I never thought I'd hear that coming from you, Sharon."
"No one messes with my family." Sharon shakes her head, finishing her mug of tea and cleaning it, "That is one line she overstepped."
"Are you positive you'll be alright during this interrogation?" Brenda raises an eyebrow.
"Never better." She smirks. The woman return to the office, obtaining the files before nodding to Buzz that they're ready to enter. The entire floor of the murder room seems to empty into the media area. The televisions broadcasting what was occurring in the interview room. "Mrs. Wilson, I'm Captain Sharon Raydor and this is Brenda Leigh Johnson of the DA's office. Have your rights been read to you?"
Trudy Wilson watches the women, "Of course, by dear old Louie Provenza. Man still smells like Old Spice and Bengay."
Buzz smirks, laughing to himself from behind the monitors.
"You are familiar with the Lieutenant?" Brenda picks her head up, taking the lead in the questioning.
"I guess you can say that." Trudy smirks.
"Mrs. Wilson, can you tell us your side of what happened at the Italian restaurant earlier this evening?" Sharon asks.
"My ex husband was coming on to me. We kissed in the lobby of the building. He asked me to dinner, I agreed. He had a bad reaction to something he ate and now he's pinning it on me as poisoning."
"I've seen the video you speak of. There were cameras all over the area." She does her best to remain calm around the woman, "In the video, it was you who asked him to dinner."
"My daughter and I became estranged because of that man." Trudy shakes her head, "I want my daughter back."
"And how old is your daughter, Ma'am?" Brenda tilts her head to the side.
"Sixteen."
"She'll be eighteen in a month." Sharon corrects without thinking.
Trudy smirks, "You look mighty familiar, Captain Raydor."
"I work here."
"I heard." She shakes her head, "I think I'd know my daughter."
"She graduated this past year. Preparing for college." Sharon continues, "She's thrilled to live on campus."
"You seem to know my daughter well." Trudy smirks.
"The entire department knows her, ma'am." Brenda nods, attempting to recapture the room, "You were aware that the Lieutenant was, in fact, a police officer?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
"I'm sure your files tell you plenty. I was married to the bastard once." Trudy shakes her head.
"What was the reason for your divorce?" Brenda opens the file, looking through it again.
"He was a drunk. Did nothing for my kids and I. Terrible father."
"The Captain is not pleased." Tao leans over the younger man's shoulder, looking at the women on the screen, "To say the very least."
Sykes bites the corner of her mouth. "I don't know how she isn't fighting with this woman on the floor right now."
"Give it time. She might." Sanchez smirks, "We should take bets."
"What was your relationship with Lieutenant Flynn at the time of your separation?" Brenda folds her hands on the table.
"He hadn't been living at home for a while then. I'm surprised it took him that long." Trudy tucks her hair behind her ear.
"You were here earlier in the day meeting with Lieutenant Flynn, can you tell us what that conversation was about?" The blonde continues.
"He said he still loves me and would like to leave his wife and come back to me."
"Now, Mrs. Wilson, we have audio of this conversation. Remembering where you are and how serious these charges are, would you like to change your statement?"
Trudy raises an eyebrow, "What do I care? He's a part of your department and Provenza is going to do anything to protect him. So whatever I say here isn't going to matter. Louie hates me ever since we slept together. Got him in trouble with his wife."
"You've had relations with the arresting officer?" Brenda raises her eyebrow.
"Yes."
"May I ask how long ago?"
The woman rolls her eyes, "I don't know...little less than twenty years."
Sharon, too furious to even continue listening to what the woman is saying, begins doing math in her head. She pushes the button under the table to cut the cameras and audio to the media room, and leans in, "Mrs. Wilson, is Louie Provenza the biological father of your daughter, Mac Flynn?"