Sharon dropped her suitcase on the floor in the living room and stood surveying with her hands on her hips. Angela came in behind her with the laundry basket of clean clothing. She stood silently for a moment and looked over at her mother.

"Want to talk about it?"

"No, I do not."

"Want me to do a walkthrough? Make sure there aren't any trigger items left lying around?" Angela offered, "like pictures or empty Merlot bottles in the recycling?"

"I'm not fragile, I'm not going to fall apart."

"That's… kind of what has me worried, actually." Angela admitted. "Your six year relationship just ended, a relationship which you yourself had professed not wanting to end."

"You know, I didn't want to end it… and when Brenda told me it was over I was devastated… but then I realized that I have never personally ended any relationship. She did not break up with me, she set me free. She could have walked all over me forever and I would never have broken up with her. She did me the biggest favor she could have, honestly, Angela, I'm fine."

"You love her."

"I do love her." Sharon nodded. "But if she went through what she went through last week and she didn't know that all of my love, thoughts and prayers were entirely on her then… then I need to be with someone who understands me better and she needs someone who's going to fawn."

"That's true, you don't fawn." Angela agreed. "The problem is that you're a SoCal genteel and she's a honey-voiced Georgia peach from No-Boundariesville, Deep South America."

Sharon let out a peal of laughter, "Angel, don't be mean." Sharon's phone vibrated in her pocket and, without looking at the id, put it to her ear, "Captain Raydor."

"Sharon- Captain, sorry, I know it's kind of early and I know this is really terrible timing and all… but I need a favor."

Sharon listened to the details of Brenda's favor and nodded, "of course, Chief Johnson, I'll see you in about twenty minutes."

"Oooh, no she did not just call and ask you for a favor!"

"She's a superior officer and as a member of the LAPD, which is designed in a ranking system, I am obliged to follow orders from higher ranking officers."

"Yeah, yeah, mama bear, you can talk in all those big fancy words but what it's really coming down to is she said jump and you asked 'how high?'" Angela tsked as Sharon gathered up her purse and keys and prepared to head out.

"Thank you for helping me with the last of my things," she leaned over and kissed Angela's cheek. "I will not see you when I get home because I don't live with you anymore. You can let yourself out, right?"

"Mom," Angela snapped, "all I'm saying is that you did Dad's laundry for two months after your divorce."

Sharon turned to look at her daughter, "you remember things in a way that make me look weak. I continued to do his laundry because he was repairing my car and didn't charge me an arm and a leg for the work. I definitely got the better end of the deal, the repairs and modifications he made had a value of close to $6,000."

"You traded that car in."

"Traded your father in, too." Sharon winked. "It's a woman's prerogative, my dear, thought I taught you that."

"Go. Just go." Angela sighed in defeat, "your commanding officer beckons."

"Captain, Ray Diamond is a prisoner that we're holding in County, here's his jacket."

"Good." Sharon and Brenda locked eyes. There was something behind Brenda's gaze, maybe it was surprise that Sharon hadn't fallen to pieces. Fritz glanced at the exchange and Brenda tore away, resuming her briefing, albeit with more flush in her cheeks.

Sharon read down the file on Ray Diamond as Brenda continued to brief the squad. Sharon felt giddy that she was actually going to be on the same side as Brenda in an investigation and that her presence was actually requested.

"Captain Raydor…"

"Chief Johnson." Sharon smirked as she looked up from the file.

"I have a complaint."

"When have you not?" Sharon barely kept the smile from surfacing.

Brenda, of course, had the resident best poker face. "In our interview with Mr. Diamond, he said that after leading the police on a car chase, he was beaten before he was arrested."

Andy Flynn, on the other hand, though an excellent cop, tended to have a bit of a blind spot when it came to women lying. He objected, giving Sharon a scathing look of reproach, "Come on, Chief. Diamond probably dumped the car at some point and tried to run away. When you tackle a suspect like that, there's bound to be-"

Sharon narrowed her eyes and said in her best serious voice, "Lieutenant Flynn, this bruise underneath his eye and the cut on his forehead indicate a possible categorical use of force by the LAPD."

Andy shook his head with disbelief and waved her off. That woman.

Gabriel caught wind of the situation and jumped in to the women's aid. "He did say it was his toughest bust ever." Andy looked at Gabriel with disbelief.

"I think that I should go to county jail and interview Mr. Diamond. Immediately."

"While you're taking his complaint, would you let him know that I am in communication with DDA Hobbes?" Brenda asked, handing off the picture of Robert Curtis.

"Great."

"See if you can get him to confirm that this banker really is the intended target. Also, while you're conducting your FID investigation, see if Mr. Diamond has anything more to say about the case."

"Pope's still trying to hand this case over to county." Brenda groaned, rubbing her eyes, gearing herself up for another battle.

Sharon protested, "but Chief, on the tape, Ray Diamond says that he was injured after a high speed chase with the police."

"…so you still have an open use of force complaint?" Brenda's eyes lit up.

"And Chief Pope cannot shut me down." Sharon said with a coy quirk of her eyebrow,

"Well then, Maria Flores might be an excellent witness for you." Brenda's pulse was quickening, everything was working according to her plan so far.

"If I can find her." Sharon nodded.

The entire room filed toward the exit. Brenda held the door open and as Sharon passed through she said quietly, "nothing can stop you, Captain, you're a force of nature."

"You flatter me, Chief Johnson." Sharon purred.

"Hello everyone!" Gavin announced as he entered with his rolling suitcase. He caught sight of Sharon and waved to her with a grin. She smiled and waved back – always such a polite young man.

"Oh… Gavin…" Brenda bit her lip as Andy started fawning over the attorney. "I'm so sorry… I forgot you were comin'… we've just been hit with a possible murder for hire case and we're just gonna have to reschedule."

"Well, dear, what's the point in confirming our appointments if you're not going to keep them?" Gavin chastised in that way that only mothers, attorneys and Sharon could pull off.

"I have no control over when people are killed." Brenda insisted, impervious to mothers, attorneys and Sharon attitude. "And this case has a ticking clock on it, so-"

"You want to see a ticking clock?" Gavin reached into his jacket and extracted his blackberry, "this is my schedule today."

Brenda squinted at it. Sharon had to resist the urge to hand Brenda her own glasses.

"And these," Gavin continued, "these are the hours for which you will be billed."

"Someone's life is in the balance." Brenda narrowed her eyes.

"Well, I'm not paid to care about that. I'm paid to care about you by the hour." He grinned his infuriating charm school grin. Brenda could give as good as she got, she grew up in the land of sickeningly sweet, diabetes-causing smiles and was, undoubtedly, about to give him a piece of her mind when Sharon stepped in.

"Hey Gavin," she smiled at the dirty blonde haired man before taking Brenda by the arm and pulling her aside, "Chief, we know that information is being leaked to the Baylor family's attorney by somebody in your division and Gavin needs to interview…"

Brenda and Sharon turned to look at Gavin, who had been chatting with Fritz. Gavin smiled and batted his eyelashes at Sharon. The women turned away again and Sharon finished, "everyone here."

"I… haven't prepared everybody for this…" Brenda admitted, a little bit of the attitude dropping from her voice.

"You haven't told your detectives that Gavin needs to talk to them?" Sharon demanded.

"Noo..."

"Well, now may be a very good time to do it." Sharon drawled, turning Brenda around and giving her middle a playful squeeze before stepping away.

"Alright, uh," she felt a slight flush in her cheeks from Sharon's touch. Somehow, it was easier to be around her without so much pressure. "Everyone, may I have your attention just for a moment, please? I know that everyone's been through the ringer on this whole… Shootin' Newton case and all of you saw my… attorney, Gavin, at your depositions some of you may know him from his days as a city attorney."

Andy stepped up to fawn again. Flynn and Provenza squabbling. Brenda started to drift from the conversation as her eyes wandered back to Sharon. She did look delicious in that damn Armani pin-striped suit.

Commander Taylor stepped in to bring the three ring circus to a grinding halt. "I believe Gavin wants to talk to us."

"To make a long story short, Commander, yes." Brenda nodded. The commander had been a very large pain in the ass for the past few… years… but she did value his attention to detail.

"Has this been cleared with our union reps?" Gabriel looked to Gavin and Brenda with skepticism.

"Well, I'm not swearing anyone," Gavin assuaged, reaching into his briefcase to extract his list of five questions. As he spoke, Brenda's eyes moved back to Sharon who was engrossed in something else, giving Brenda the opportunity to openly stare.

Commander Taylor took the lead again and volunteered to go first, the sound of him snatching the paper from Gavin's hand brought Brenda back to the moment and she caught Fritz's eye. She remembered, with annoyance, that she'd been beckoned to Pope's office. When she looked over for Sharon to accompany them, she found that Sharon had already left the room.

All of the little things that Sharon did that had initially attracted her to her were starting to bring a flush of exhilaration to her again. Maybe they were best as flirty friends.

Hobbes wasted no time letting Brenda know her feelings, "I can't wait any longer! Robert Curtis's attorney has been slow walking us for three years! It's already cost the taxpayers millions. The preliminary hearing is set for today after the judge's regular court hours. Curtis will be there."

"The murder is supposed to happen today." Brenda objected.

"According to a jailhouse snitch and convicted perjurer."

"Who was killed speakin' to us!"

"People get knocked off for all kinds of reasons in county jail." Hobbes rolled her eyes, clearly unconvinced by Brenda's thickening accent and pleas for reason. "And this so-called threat can't have anything to do with Curtis. His hearing is being held in a secret location."

"Where?" Pope asked.

Hobbes looked conflicted before admitting, "in a police substation off Alvera St. which nobody, absolutely nobody, knows about, not even the judge."

"Maybe the cartel has sources the judge doesn't." Fritz spoke up. Not being of the LAPD he had a much easier time casting shades of doubt.

"The death of a potential informant in this case seems to suggest that a delay might be prudent…" Pope said.

"No, no!" Hobbes cried, "no. The testimony of Robert Curtis will help de-fund a narco-terror organization that has been operating with impunity across our border! I won't risk getting him scared into backing off!"

Brenda scoffed, "what if Curtis gets assassinated on his way to court?"

"We have an enormous security team around him already. You want me to make it bigger?"

Brenda nodded, "by at least one. I want to join his security detail."

The entire room broke into protests. Pope's voice rising above that of everyone else's, "no, no, I don't want you involved in this."

"Look, the last time I failed to prevent a murder we got sued. All of us. You really want to go through that again?" This time Brenda challenged Hobbes directly.

The dda sighed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She looked between Fritz and Pope and eventually gave up. Princess Brenda always gets her way. "Fine. You can speak with Robert Curtis but you will not mention a specific threat to him. He goes to court today."

"Great. And I'll send your boss the bill for Chief Johnson's services." Pope announced.

An aggrieved DDA, a protective FBI agent and a zealous Deputy Chief filed for the door. "Chief Johnson, I need a quick word with you in private."

Hobbes groaned audibly but left the room without protest.

"What is it, Will?" Brenda rolled her eyes.

"Okay, first of all. Maybe you could pretend that you respect my authority."

"I'll take it under advisement. Second of all?"

Pope pulled the change of address form from his middle drawer, "I received your and Captain Raydor's change of address forms."

"And that requires an official follow-up because…?" Brenda demanded.

"You listed Agent Howard's address."

"Yes, Agent Howard has graciously allowed me to stay at his place until I can find my own apartment."

"I'm required to ask if there's a relationship." Pope objected, "and if there is you both have to sign affidavits that it won't affect your professional relationship."

"Will, I lived with a rule-book thumping internal affairs Captain long enough to know that as long as he does not receive paychecks from the LAPD – which he does not, he is paid solely by the FBI – our relationship status is of no business of the LAPD regardless of his job title of FBI-LAPD liaison."

Pope hmphed.

"Are we through? Can I get back to doing my job?"

"I'm just concerned about this whole thing becoming a soap opera." Pope snapped, "you do seem to have a tendency to use work as a dating service."

"I resent that accusation, Will Pope. I have only ever dated three people that I have worked with out of hundreds of co-workers and I am most certainly not the only one." She looked at Pope accusingly.

"Absolutely. It happens all the time. The problem here is that all three of your former and maybe not-so-former work relationships are working this case with you. That is a potential conflict of interest, not only for you but for both Captain Raydor and Agent Howard."

"Captain Raydor is conducting her own FID investigation!" Brenda protested, "that has nothing to do with my investigation!"

"Oh, please." Will rolled his eyes.

"If you'll excuse me," Brenda scowled, "I do believe I am holding up the impatient Ms. Hobbes."

Brenda was all too happy to step away from Mr. Robert Curtis, slimy grease ball of the century, and was even happier to see that it was Sharon who was calling.

"Hello Captain,"

"I found Maria Florez." Sharon announced.

"Oh, thank goodness. Where?"

"Is there any reason she'd be on Alvera St.?"

"Did you say Alvera St.?"

"Correct. I caught up with her coming out of her workplace and I've been following her around the plaza here for the last twenty minutes in some kind of holding pattern."

Brenda covered the mouthpiece and leaned in to whisper to Fritz, "I think Maria knows the location of the secret court." She turned away and addressed Sharon again, "is she alone?"

"Yeah. Although she could be circling in order to pick someone up." Sharon suggested.

"Okay, we need to find out where Maria leads you. I'm gonna send my detectives to help. Don't pick her up unless you absolutely have to and do not lose her."

"Why would I lose her?" Sharon asked in a low tone with a bit of a smug grin tugging at her lips. She closed the phone and bobbed her head with amusement. As if she could lose a woman driving a bright red car in a predictable pattern.

Brenda's phone rang, "hello."

"Chief, Maria Florez just picked up a passenger, a young Latino male, we're going to roll 'em up."

"Good."

"Where are you?"

"Hang on… she's turning…" Sharon rounded the corner after the red impala, picking up the speed a little as Maria did.

As the car moved past the Starbucks the passenger opened fire. The silence that ensued as Sharon held her breath was peppered with the staccato bursts of machine gun fire and then screams from the café patrons.

Sharon ended the call, now more intent than ever not to lose that damn car.

"Sharon!" Brenda shouted into the phone, her heart wrenching. "Sharon, what happened? Answer me!"

Sharon gripped the wheel and threw on her flashers as she weaved around other cars trying to catch up to Maria Florez. The sound of other police cars alerted her that her back up was also on hot pursuit.

Sharon was gunning the gas, Florez was dead ahead. The Impala went through the yellow light and Sharon pleaded that the way would remain clear but a silver car from the cross street started across the intersection and Sharon had to slam on her brakes, stopping mere inches from the other car.

The Major Crimes' cars sped around the two stopped vehicles and Sharon caught eyes with the man driving the silver Toyota. "Go." She mouthed, gesturing for him to get the fuck out of her way.

It didn't take long for Sharon to catch back up to the fray, pulling in front of Gabriel again as Maria steered down a road currently occupied by a farmer's market and crashed into a parked car. Maria jumped out as the police pulled over and pulled their guns on them.

Maria pleaded as she held up her hands.

"Toss your weapon out of the car and come out with your hands in the air!" Sanchez screamed. The shooter dropped the gun out of the open window and slowly got out. "On the ground! El piso!"

The shooter regarded Sanchez challengingly. Sharon lowered her weapon and opened her back door to grab the bean bag gun she kept there.

"On your knees!"

The shooter looked behind him to the crowded street. "Down on your knees!" Sanchez yelled again and the shooter started walking toward the crowd.

"Out of the way!" Gabriel demanded, "move! Stop moving, sir! Clear out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Sharon strode through the line of Major Crimes, "nobody shoot," she ordered, "I've got him." She cocked the gun and raised it.

The shooter turned at the sound of her voice and upon seeing a middle-aged woman in three inch pumps and a fancy suit couldn't help but snicker. "What are you gonna do, lady? Shoot me?"

She pulled the trigger of the gun and the shooter went down with a surprised oof. She lowered the gun, looking down the alley as Tao, Sanchez and Gabriel rushed forward.

"Holy crap!" Tao exclaimed, slack jawed, "you got him right between the eyes!"

"Lucky shot. The recoil on these bean bag guns is awful." She said, attempting modesty but unable to keep herself from grinning just a bit. She didn't have a marksmanship medal for nothing.

She sauntered back to her car with swagger in her step as Sanchez, Gabriel and Tao gaped at her.

Brenda speed walked down the hallway, desperate to get into the squad room. The proximity reader accepted her badge and beeped to signal her entrance was granted. She pushed open the door and saw Sharon standing there.

She went right up to her and hugged her. Sharon jumped a little, startled by the sudden contact. "For the record, Captain," Brenda breathed, giving the woman a squeeze, "this is an appropriate reaction when someone you care about has just been involved in a life or death situation."

"I'll make a note of it, thank you, Chief." Sharon whispered.

Brenda let Sharon go and saw Fritz standing by DDA Hobbes, "and Fritz, are you alright?" She walked up and hugged him.

"I'm okay," he nodded, giving her back a rub.

Sharon noted, with pleasure, that Brenda did not squeeze Fritz. They parted and she addressed the rest of the room, "good job, everyone."

"Oh, Chief, in case you're interested. Regarding the Ray Diamond case, the officers who apprehended him were not responsible for his injuries. I found a witness in jail who said that Diamond admitted to running into a telephone pole face-first."

"You're still investigatin' the use of force complaint?" Brenda asked dumbly.

"Of course… what'd you think I was doing?" Sharon purred and turned to leave, "I'll be back before Gavin leaves."

Brenda watched Sharon walk away. Regardless of whether or not they could live together, she did have a deep and abiding love for the woman. Brenda shook herself back to the problems at hand and turned back to the squad.

"Andrea," Brenda said, realizing she had yet to inquire about the one person in the room who had actually been shot.

"I'm fine." Hobbes smiled, "just a scratch."

Provenza walked from the conference room into the bullpen and called for attention, "alright, alright, listen up everyone. Now I know we've all been through hell because of this damn witch-hunt, but these questions imply that one of us is cooperating with the Baylor's attorney and I find that insulting - to my character and that of everyone else in this room." Punctuating his point by tearing the list of questions in half, he threw the offending document into the wastebin.

"For the record, I find it insultin' too." Brenda said with a sigh.

"For the record, as well," Sharon started, silently cursing Brenda for making her the bad guy again, "there's simply no way that Mr. Goldman knows what he knows about Major Crimes without inside information."

"So, somewhere in this division there's a leak." Commander Taylor said.

Everyone in the room looked around at everyone else in the room but no one spoke.

"Okay then," Gavin smiled, "well, it was really nice spending time with all of you today. We'll be meeting again soon."

"Wait up, Gavin," Flynn turned, "did you learn anything?"

"Nothing I didn't already suspect. See, everyone here talks to everyone else here about everything. So, if one person knows something… you all do. So to that leak that you don't think exists… will you please tell Mr. Goldman," Gavin grinned smugly, walking around, staring everyone down one by one, moving to the next person as punctuation as he spoke, "that he can sneak around all he wants to… but if this case ever goes to a court room… I win. No matter what he thinks he knows… I win. No matter what lies he gets passed… I win. But in the meantime, please be safe everybody. It is a rough world out there and it's getting rougher every day."

Brenda stared after him as he left with Sharon in tow. She blinked and looked over at Will and then sighed and retreated into her office.

At the elevator bank, Sharon and Gavin stood alone. "On a lighter note, Sharon, you look fantastic."

"Why thank you, Gavin." She smiled.

"I just want you to know that Angela told me about you and Brenda. I can't imagine how hard this must be on you… logging all of those hours on the transparency audit and not being able to discuss any of it with your partner."

"Actually, it just got a whole lot easier because we broke up."

"Oh no." Gavin feigned sadness, "I'm so sorry to hear that. Is there… someone else?"

"No, it had just run its course. I'm really fine." Sharon grinned, "shot someone in the head with a bean bag gun today."

"Look at you!" Gavin filed that mental image away for later. "You know, I would absolutely love to talk to you about the transparency audit over coffee. You free now?"

"I would love to but I have quite a bit of paperwork to do."

"Yeah, that happens when you shoot someone in the head, doesn't it?"

"I'll take a rain check though."

"Oh, absolutely," Gavin pulled a business card from one of his interior pockets and held it out for her, "you call me anytime."

"I have your number." Sharon shook her head.

"This one has my home number on the back."

"Oh, thank you," Sharon accepted the card.

The elevator doors opened and Gavin stepped inside. "Coming?"

"I'm going up actually. It's always nice to see you, Gavin." Sharon held up the card, "I'll call you soon, we'll get together."

"Maybe we'll even do dinner." Gavin shrugged and winked at Sharon as the doors closed in front of him.

Brenda had retreated to her office after Gavin's pep talk, Fritz appeared in the doorway. "I just wanted to let you know that I have to head over to the bureau to finish processing Maria Florez. I'll probably be awhile so don't wait up for me tonight."

Brenda nodded, "okay."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She waved him off. "Have a good night, Fritzy."

"You too."

She opened her candy drawer but, oddly, found herself not excited about any of its contents. She was feeling deflated. She knew that Sharon was right, that someone on the inside had to have said something to the Baylor's attorney. She also knew that no one in her division would have talked. She honestly didn't know what to believe anymore.

Her thoughts went back to Sharon and she realized she hadn't properly thanked Sharon for her involvement and her willingness to do Brenda a favor.

She always felt guilty for taking the elevator up to the Internal Affairs floor because it was only two floors up from Major Crimes but she didn't really feel like taking the stairs. Once off of the elevator into the pristine entryway, she veered off to the right. She passed rows of desks, two large conference rooms, an interview room and a break room area, all devoid of people. At the very end was the office for the woman who oversaw the entire Force Investigation Division. The blinds were drawn but there was a light on inside.

Brenda walked up to the door and hesitated. She could turn and walk away and Sharon would never know she'd been there. She knocked before she could chicken out.

"It's open," Sharon beckoned, distractedly.

Brenda opened the door to see Sharon at her desk typing up the last of her paperwork. She looked up and smiled a little, "you're here late."

"It's been a long day. I'm too exhausted to get in the car to drive anywhere."

"I know the feeling." Sharon sat back in her chair, "I'm mentally debating where would be more comfortable to sleep: the couch or my car."

"Well, if you want my opinion, I'd say the car is more comfortable than the LAPD torture racks they put in the offices and call couches but it has the added benefit of being no more than four feet away from you whereas the car is down seven floors and over a block and a half."

"Very fair point." Sharon nodded.

"So, I just wanted to come up and say… thank you for helping out with the case. I'm glad that we're able to work together."

"You're welcome, Chief." Sharon reached into her drawer and pulled out a Hershey dark chocolate bar, "I wanted to give you this. I found it in the glove compartment of my car. I have a feeling I'm going to start finding a lot of your hidden stashes."

She stood from the desk and walked over to Brenda, holding out the proffered chocolate. Brenda reached out, her fingers brushing Sharon's. She slid her hand under Sharon's, cupping the soft skin. With her other hand she took the candy bar and reached around Sharon to set it on the desk. Brenda guided Sharon's hand to cup her cheek.

Sharon stroked her thumb over Brenda's cheek bone. She leaned closer to the blonde, Brenda stepped into Sharon's personal space, pressing her body against the older woman. Sharon closed the remaining space between them and captured Brenda's lips.

Brenda pushed them back until Sharon's ass bumped the desk and Newton's first law of motion prevented them from going any further. Sharon moaned into the kiss and started to divest Brenda over her jacket.

The blonde went straight for the fly of Sharon's pinstriped suit pants and opened them just enough to slide her hand in. Her fingers moved through the silky hair before sliding over slick folds. Sharon gasped and bucked her hips. Brenda pressed against her, pushing her harder into the desk.

Sharon fisted Brenda's skirt, pulling it up around her waist; she pulled the fabric of damp panties away from Brenda's center and pushed two fingers up into the deputy chief.

"Oh… Lord…" Brenda moaned, returning the favor and thrusting her fingers into Sharon.

Sharon used her free hand to hold Brenda close, grinding her hips against the woman's hand as she pumped in out of Brenda. The room was filled with their ragged breaths and moans as they fucked each other.

"This… doesn't mean we're getting back together," Sharon ground out, feeling Brenda's come sliding down her palm.

"Oh my goodness, no," Brenda panted, feeling the Captain's muscles starting to clamp down.

"Oh god," Sharon buried her face in Brenda's shoulder, "make me come, please…" she whimpered, her body beginning to shudder as her own thrusting became more erratic.

"Only because you were so nice," Brenda breathed in Sharon's ear, "and you did me such a nice favor…" Brenda's palm ground against Sharon's clit. Sharon's breath hitched and her muscles contracted around her.

Brenda let her head back and groaned as her own orgasm followed suit. The two women stood panting and reeling, still pressed against the desk. Brenda pulled her hand from Sharon's pants slowly; Sharon gasped and moaned as Brenda grazed her hypersensitive clit on the way out. Sharon eased Brenda's skirt back down with her clean hand.

"Well…" Sharon reached behind her on the desk for the tissue box and wiped her fingers off. "It's getting late and I guess I should be getting home…"

"Me too." Brenda whispered, stealing a soft kiss. "And I'm really glad you weren't hurt today."

"I'll see you around…" Sharon nipped at Brenda's bottom lip.

Brenda reached behind Sharon and grabbed a tissue and the Hershey's. She gave Sharon a smoldering look before letting herself out.

Sharon pulled her zipper up and clasped the button and slumped against the desk. "Good grief…"