"Hey, is James ready?" Angela asked Max, readjusting her purse strap on her shoulder.
"Sorry," Max chuckled, "he was last in line for the bathroom this morning. It's gonna be a couple minutes. Can I make you a latte?"
"Uh… sure." Angela slid onto a stool.
"Coming right up." He quirked a charming smile at her.
Max whistled as he steamed the milk. Angela stole a glance at the time on the microwave. Max slid the latte in front of her.
"Wow." She looked down at the butterfly he'd drawn with the foam. "Fancy."
"I work at a café. Need all the practice I can get."
"Well, I never turn down a latte." She picked up the mug, "it's almost too pretty to drink… almost…" She said before taking the first sip.
James hustled into the room holding his tie and his electric razor. "Come on, I'll shave in the car."
"Uh. No, you won't."
James sighed heavily and disappeared down the hallway again. Most of the roommates were bustling around the kitchen and living room.
"Hey, anyone going downtown?" Angela asked, "one more person gets me the HOV lane but I can take three."
"Yeah, actually that would be awesome." Max wiped his hands on a dishtowel.
"Cynthia," Sharon smiled, "please come in."
"Good morning, Sharon." Cynthia crossed over the threshold, writing on her clipboard, "it's just you this morning, right?"
"Right, Brenda doesn't get in until this afternoon."
Cynthia nodded, "that's not a problem. I can meet her in a couple of days but, honestly, with your service records, I'm not concerned."
Rusty entered from the other room. Sharon turned to him, "are you all set to go after this?"
"Yes." He rolled his eyes.
"Okay, I need to see the kitchen, the bathroom and the bedroom."
"Right this way, Cynthia," Sharon ushered her into the kitchen, Rusty trailing behind them boredly.
By the time the inspection reached the bedroom Sharon was feeling antsy about the time. As if on cue her phone rang.
"Captain, good morning. I hope I didn't call you at a bad time." Provenza barked sarcastically on the other end. "Your division caught a homicide."
"Yes, Lieutenant, I am aware but I am in the middle of something involving our material witness." She tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice.
"Yeah, well we've got a guy who's head has been bashed in."
"I see. Did he die from the brain injuries or did he bleed out?"
"Undetermined."
"Well, is the head still attached?" Sharon asked, trying to be quiet but the surprised look on Cynthia's face told her that her efforts had been unsuccessful.
"Erm, more or less." Provenza answered
"See this?" Rusty demanded. "This is no environment for a child."
Cynthia ignored the comment and went back to inspecting the room. "These your clothes?"
"No! She makes me keep all of my things in trash bags."
Sharon put the phone against her shoulder. "That is not true. This is a spare bedroom that has some out of season and rarely worn clothes items in the closet, the suit is my ex-husband's."
"Wait. Somebody married you?" Rusty pulled a face.
"Captain!" Provenza shouted into the phone, drawing her attention back. "Are you going to grace us with your presence at the crime scene?"
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, are you suddenly in over your head?" She smirked.
"Buzz," Sharon stuck her head into the break room and Buzz perked up while Rusty lazily rolled his eyes in her direction. "I just wanted to let you know that I am going to the airport now and I will be back in two hours or less."
Buzz had clearly been expecting a reprieve and his face fell at her words but he managed to nod and unconvincingly stammer out, "no problem."
Pulling her carryon behind her Brenda smiled hugely when she saw Sharon. Sharon met her halfway and pulled her into a big hug. "God am I glad you're back," she whispered.
Brenda splayed her hands out over Sharon's back. "Good to be back."
Sharon pulled the car into the garage about 40 minutes later. Brenda toed off her shoes and climbed into the back seat. "Sweetie, I have to tell you something -what are you doing?" Sharon smiled.
"When was the last time you fooled around in the backseat of a car?" Brenda grinned suggestively.
"Tenth grade?"
"Tenth grade?" Brenda repeated with surprise.
"What can I say?" Sharon laughed, joining her in the backseat, "once a slut, always a slut."
Brenda wrapped her arms around her neck. "Thank goodness for that," before drawing her in to a deep kiss. Sharon moaned against her, feeling the arousal pooling between her legs. She hadn't realized exactly how much she'd missed Brenda.
Major Crimes could do without her for an extra twenty minutes…
Brenda pushed the pinstripe blazer off Sharon's shoulders as she kissed her deeply. Brenda felt so good; it felt so good to feel some sense of normalcy returning to her life. She sighed as Brenda pressed kisses down her neck. Sharon arched into her touch and Brenda pushed her hand down the waistband of her slacks.
"Oh god," Sharon gasped.
"Mmm," Brenda grinned against her neck, "you feel so good…"
Sharon moaned, "you feel pretty good yourself."
Brenda's fingers made tight circles over Sharon's clit. Sharon slipped her eyes shut and moaned again. Oh, she needed this, she really did…
Sharon came down the stairs slipping on a dark lilac blazer over a lighter purple dress.
"You changed."
"You rumpled my suit." Sharon teased, doing up the button on her blazer.
"You know how much I enjoy rumpling you." Brenda pulled Sharon in for another kiss.
"Oh, I hate leaving you after you've just gotten back…" Sharon cooed, wrapping her arms around Brenda. "And not just because it's nice to spend some time around someone who actually likes me."
"I'm a little jetlagged anyway, I could use a shower and a nap."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Brenda gave Sharon's hands a squeeze and let them go.
Sharon slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door.
"Oh, you had something to tell me?"
"Uh," Sharon smirked to herself, "I'll tell you when I get home."