Chapter Ten

Sharon walked through the hallway, her higher than normal heels clicking with each step. She pulled down the skirt she was wearing, feeling uncomfortable of its length. The red fabric came about four or five inches short of her knee, and exposed much more of her legs then she was used. It clung tightly to her body, and came up past her hips to her waist giving her more of a figure then she thought she had. The top she wore was black, and was a simple black v neck cotton shirt that came to elbows. She decided to wear a belt with it on her waist. Her hair was in curls that she had pulled up out of her face. She also had to fix her makeup, making it slightly darker than she normally wear it. She hadn't gotten dressed up today because of yesterday, and now she had to wear it for the undercover mission she was about to ensue.

Rusty saw her turn into the kitchen, and dropped the orange he had been pealing. She smiled lightly, and pulled the back of the skirt down again.

"You look nice!" He told her.

"Thanks, I feel really uncomfortable though," she said, forcing herself not to mess with the skirt again.

"I can't imagine why," he joked lightly. She smirked.

"The skirt is Detective Sykes. I don't know how this thing doesn't drive her mad." She tussled her hair, and huffed.

"You going out with Brenda tonight?"

She looked at him, then to the ground. "Uh no," she barely got out. She picked up the keys on the bar, and sniffled trying to refrain from tears. Rusty took the hint, now understanding that Brenda was the reason for Sharon crying the night before. "I am going back to work, and I don't know when I'll be back."

"You're going to work dressed like that?"

"Undercover," she explained. "But I really need to go, I'm already late. I don't care what you make for dinner for yourself."

"Alright. Be safe," he told her. She smiled lightly, glad at his concern. She picked up her bag, and threw it on her shoulder.

"I'll try," she told him. She walked out of the condo, and down to her car. She was meeting up with the squad at the club, though not all of them where going to be inside.

The bar that Candice had been talking about was a club with the bar on the second floor and was down at the top of the Burbank area. The night had fallen over Los Angeles, and the rain, that had made Sharon's day even more somber, had finally subsided. She was surprised how silent the streets where for a Saturday night, but found it calming.

Her mind ran back to early in the day, when Brenda had shown up unannounced in the Murder Room. Calling both Fritz's attention, and Sharon's. Sharon had refused to speak with Brenda privately, not wanting to be near her. She was almost thankful that Fritz had suggested lunch.

Brenda had looked just as terrible as Sharon had; no sleep, and not caring of appearance. Something that did not go unnoticed by the others around them. She wondered how Brenda had taken all of, how she had reacted.

She turned down the road, turning more frequently than driving straight until she reached the club/bar. She turned off her engine and saw the van sitting inside the parking lot. She walked over to it and opened the door, finding Provenzia , Tao, and Buzz sitting inside. They all looked at her in awe for a minute or two.

"What?" She finally asked.

"You just look," Provenzia began to say but fell short.

"Different," Buzz finished for him.

"Thank you?" She took it as a compliment. "Anything yet?"

"No, so you're not as late as you think you are," Provenzia added.

*.*.*.*.

Sharon sat in the club at a table by herself. Her drink in hand, that she had been sipping all too slowly in order to not have to order another. She shouldn't have been drinking at all, but in order for the undercover to work she needed to play the part. She looked around the crowed room, wondering if the group she had been looking for had even arrived yet.

A few men walked into the bar area wearing California state corrections hats. They looked somewhat tired and worn out, but it was evident they were excited about being out.

"Hey! If it isn't my favorite boys!" The bartender exclaimed. One of the men reached over the bar and kissed her deeply.

"I think we're in business," Sharon whispered into her mic, before looking up at the crowd again.

She slammed her drink, and moved over to the bar. She flipped her hair out of her face and looked over to the group of men.

"Can I get you something?" The woman behind the bar asked, calling Sharon's attention.

"Yes, another appleteni, please," she said. The bartender nodded and began preparing her drink. Sharon leaned against the bar, partially to call more attention to herself and partially because her feet where already beginning to hurt.

"You seem like a girl to drinks hard liqour, not an appleteni," she heard a man say behind her. She turned and smirked at the man. He was tall, closer to 40 with dark brown hair, and pale skin with stunning blue eyes. He wore a hat just like everyone else in the group.

"I do, but tonight I'm trying to take it light," she told him. It wasn't the man she wanted to talk to, she knew that,, but at least she had broken into the group.

"Why take it light? You have your whole life to do that, live for now," he told her. She lifted her eyebrow, smirked slightly, and nodded. She knew this was a bad idea but she needed to stay In with this group. She turned slightly, looking at the other four men. One of them caught her eye. She knew she had seen him somewhere, but she couldn't place where.

"Hey, Denise, make that appleteni and whiskey straight," he yelled at mother woman behind the counter. Of course he would choose the later.

"You got your in, but are you sure it's the best idea to drink?" She heard Tao ask in her ear piece. A suggestion which she ignored. She hoped that if things got to out of hand the three that were inside the club watching over her would step in. She had trusted that Skyes, Sanchez, or Flynn would conger a way of pulling herself out of a situation before it turned sour.

"Here you are, Miss?"

"Shar-" she found herself saying. "Ri. Shari," she covered. She had been called Shari multiple times growing up, and she hated the name. But it's not like she was here to enjoy herself.

"Here you are, Shari," Denise said. Sharon smiled politely and took the glass.

.*.*.*.*.*

Sharon slammed down her glass down on the bar counter, throwing the drink back to the back of her throat. A loud cheer erupted from her audience, which was nearly half the people in the bar area. She turned and smiled. She was wasted, and she knew it. Not to the level where she was incomprehensive, but she knew that was around the bend. She had let her pain cloud her judgment and got too far into this part of the operation, liking the numbing feeling it gave her and the attention she was gaining.

She felt a hand on her back, and turned to see who it was. Andy was standing by her side, looking at her with concern.

"You are drunk, you should go home," he told her, almost warning her.

"No," she said pulling away from him, stumbling slightly. He gripped her wrist, not allowing her to walk away from him. "Let me go!"

"You're coming with me," he told her and began dragging her away from the bar.

"Let me go, I'm not drunk," she yelled to him.

"Hey! The lady said let her go!" The tall man who had convicted her to start drinking hard liquor yelled. Sharron had learned his name was Darrne.

Andy glared at the man. "She is coming with me."

"Do you want to go with him?" He asked Sharon. Sharon shook her head. He looked back to Andy. "Now let her go."

"And what are you going to do if I don't?"

Darren lifted his hand and swung his fist towards Andy. His fist collided with Andy's left cheek, knocking him down to the ground. Sharon gasped loudly, and fell to her knees. A task which was not so easy to do with her consumption of alcohol and heels.

"Oh my god, Andy," she said.

"Problem solved," Darren said. The man she had recognized, and learned his name was Peter was standing by Darren with nothing by rage in his eyes.

"I didn't want to go with him, but did you have to hit him?"

"He wasn't letting you go," he told her. "Come on, he'll be fine." He helped her up, and pulled her back over to the bar. She caught a glimpse of Sykes and Sanchez running to Andy's aid.

"I think I should go home," she said, pulling away from him. He looked at her and nodded.

"Fine. I just didn't want someone making you do something you didn't want to do," he told her.

"Thank you, but I really think I should. Maybe I am a little on the drunk side," she told him. She walked over to the bar where the cash register was. "I'd like to pay for my drinks," she told Denise.

Denise looked at her with confusion. "They've all already been paid for," she told her.

Sharon brought her eyebrows together. "By who?" She asked looking around.

"Peter," Denise answered. Sharon looked around the room, and did not see the man anywhere. She sighed, and nodded.

"Tell him I said thank you when you see him."

"Uh huh," Denise said waving her off.

Sharon made her way back down to the club area where Andy was being escorted by Sykes out of the club. She fell behind them, waiting until they got outside to walk up to them. She knew Sanchez wouldn't be far behind her. When they had reached the van, Sharon walked over to Andy.

"Lt. Flynn, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was going to hit you," she apologized. Andy looked at her, a large bruise already formed on his face.

"You were just getting to many drinks from them, I was just cutting in before it got out of hand," he told her. Her facial features where soft, and looked sad by the fact that she had gotten him hurt.

"I know, thank you."

"Another bust," Sykes said, with a sigh.

"I don't think so," Sharon rejected. "Peter, the boy I talked with briefly, was acting very strange." She tried recalling, though her recollection was impaired. "He was visibly outraged by Andy, he kept staring at me all night and only talked to me when I confronted him-"

"-so," Provenzia asked.

"So, when I was talking to Darren he said that Peter was acting weird, that he was usually sociable, and thought it was because he liked me and I was talking to Darren, not him... And he also paid my tab, and heleft right after what happened with you," she directed towards Andy. It hurt her mind to recall all of these events. She knew they had not listened to her conversations the whole night because the others were scanning the room too. "I want you to do a background check on Peter. And run his picture by Candice."

"Right now?" Tao asked, pointing out that it was nearly 2am.

"No, no, in the morning. It's late, go home." She told her squad. She turned to walk back to her car, but stumbled. She felt arms wrap around her, catching her from falling. She looked up to see Andy, there to save her again.

"You're not driving home," he told her.

She nodded slightly, knowing she was well past the intoxication limit. She was surprised she was even functioning at the level she was. One more drink and she would be gone. She was already acting on some of her drunken traits, but at least she hadn't hit the point of blurred nonsense. She was thankful that Andy had stopped her before then.

He walked the two of them to her car, knowing he had come in with Provenzia. She dug her keys out of her bag, and handed them to him. He unlocked the car, and they slide in, her on the passenger's side and him on the drivers.

"I don't know where you live," he told her.

"I don't want to go home. I don't want Rusty to see me like this," she said, knowing it would not be good.

"You can sober up at my house and then head home."

She nodded, and they drove away towards his house. The ride was silent, and she tried not to fall asleep. After a few minutes they had arrived at a small townhouse. He helped her out of her car, and inside his home.

"Your house is nice," she murmured.

"Thank you."

He led her to the couch. She sat down, trying to still be somewhat graceful. He sat beside her. He reached down, unbuckled her shoes, and took off her heels. He saw her red feet.

"How can you wear those for so long?" He asked her.

"I have been wearing heels for years," she answered. "Though, drinking does help one forget the pain."

He laughed slightly. He lifted her right foot onto his lap, and began rubbing it. She hummed, and leaned back against the couch. When she opened her yes, Andy was leaned closer to her. His eyes closed and rubbed her foot. She pulled him close, kissing him. He pulled away, stunned.

He looked down on her. His mouth hung open. She leaned in, pressing her body against his. She kissed him hungrily. She pulled herself on top of him. Her hands placed on both sides of his face, and her hips rocked against him. Her right hand let go of his neck and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He pulled back and pushed her back onto the couch.

"Sharon, no," he told her. There were so many reasons for him not to peruse her advances.

Her face fell into hurt of being rejected. He wondered how often she actually offered herself up like this. Little did he know that she never did, and because she did she hurt and that was why she was seeking comfort.

"Please," she whispered.

He looked at her, and could see it in her eyes. She needed him. He didn't understand why, but he knew it wasn't that she wanted a quick lay or that she had feelings for him. She needed somebody, and it might as well be him. At least with him he knew it wouldn't hurt her more, or at least he could hope not. He could control it.

He sighed. "You're drunk," he told her. He knew that even though she needed someone, he couldn't take advantage of her. It wasn't him to do so.

She leaned up, and gripped his shirt. "I don't care," she told him gripping his white shirt.

She pulled him down into a rough kiss. She leaned back into the couch in a seating position, and he lay on top of her. His knee's placed under hers so he could balance himself on the couch. In this moment he realized he had more desire for the woman in front of him than he previously thought.

He pushed her skirt up as she unbuttoned his pants, and they knew what was to come was going to be rough, which was exactly what she wanted right now. He pushed his pants down just enough to enter her, and with that he did so. Her panties weren't even off, just merely pushed to the side. He locked her hands on the couch cushion by her head. Her chest heaved upward, pushing against the fabric of her shirt.

With each thrust she became more sober. Their actions becoming more clear. But she couldn't stop him now. She couldn't lead him on like that and then stop him half way through. She had made this choice, and she was going to follow through. It wasn't that he was bad either, but the more sober she got the more guilt built within her. She was doing the exact thing she was so upset about Brenda doing, and this was probably worse. At least Brenda was sleeping with her husband, whereas Sharon was having a drunken screw with her co-worker. Yes, Sharon had needed someone. Yes, she wanted to know if she could move on from Brenda. But this, she knew, was not the best way of going about that. But her bed was now made, and she would have to sleep in it.

When Andy had finished, he carefully rolled off of her. His eyes glossed over, and body trembling. She waited for him to come back down before she really looked at him. He had moaned her name as he came, as if he had been waiting to do it since they met. She wondered if he had. She wondered if she just dug herself a whole bigger than she could get out of. Did he have feelings for her?

"I should go," she said, standing. She put her hand on her forehead, already feeling the effects of the hangover to come.

"Perhaps you should clean up first?" He suggested. She looked down at her leg, and nodded. "Bathroom is down the hall, first door on the left." She simply nodded again, and made her way down the hall.

He watched her walk away, and covered his face as she disappeared from sight. Why had he just done that?! He knew why, but it didn't take away from how stupid it was. It was beyond stupid, sleeping with his boss, but he did it anyway. She looked so hurt, and he couldn't bear to see her that way. But when she walked away she looked even more so, like she just made a huge error. Which she had. But he hoped that she trusted him.

He wondered if that is what she had truly wanted, or if she just thought she wanted it because she was drunk. Thought she wanted a temporary fix, for what he could only presume was a large wound.

When she came back out, her hair was thrown about and was slightly slumped over. She reached down for her purse, and looked over to Flynn. It was clear she was still intoxicated, but nowhere near as much as she had been.

"Good night," she told him.

"Night."

She walked out of his house, and made her way to her car quickly. She began digging in her purse for her keys, which were no where to be found. She sighed, and looked back to Andy's house.

"Shit," she muttered. She walked back up to the front door, and knocked on it. She just wanted to get home. He opened the door and looked at her with confusion. "You have my keys," she explained her presence.

"Oh, right." He walked over and picked up her keys. He handed them to her. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?" She nodded, and walked away before he could say anything else.

She carefully drove home, knowing she still shouldn't have been driving though she knew she was okay to do so. She was still over the legal drinking limit, but she had to get away from him. It took her a while to arrive home, but when she did she was beyond grateful.

She opened the door and saw the living room light still on. She walked over to the couch and found Rusty asleep on it. She walked around to the coffee table, leaned down onto it. She reached out to Rusty, shaking him lightly.

"Rusty, Honey, go to bed," she told him. He looked up to her with a glossed over tired expression.

"What time is it?" He asked her, half sitting up.

"Uh," she paused, having no idea. She looked down to her wristwatch. "It's almost 4:30am."

"I guess I fell asleep waiting for you to get home," he said. He opened his eyes completely, and looked over to Sharon.

"I told you I wouldn't know what time I would be getting home," she reminded him. He nodded, and squinted his eyes. "What?"

"You were at work?"

"Yes?" she questioned, wondering where he was going with this.

"Why do you smell like sex and alcohol?" He asked. Her face fell from the small smile it held. She should have known he would have been able to tell, he was observant. Hence why she hadn't wanted to come home right away in the first place.

"It's a long story."

"Short version?" He asked, picking up his throw blanket.

"I was undercover at the bar," she told him.

"That explains the alcohol, but not the sex," he said. "You stop over Brenda's or something? You could have at least taken a shower."

"That is where I was headed, now go to bed."

He walked down the hall to his bedroom, leaving her alone in her living room. She rubbed her forehead, and shook her head.

Brenda. What had she done? She wondered as she walked to the bathroom. She slept with someone else, a co-worker none the less. But in doing so she realized that she couldn't be with anyone else. She just wanted Brenda. She couldn't lie to Brenda either, even if she wanted to. She would tell her. Wondering if she should say it bluntly, apologize first, beg for mercy; which would be the best? She still couldn't tell Brenda about what had happened the day before. She hoped that Brenda wouldn't a hypocrite and would forgive her.

She stepped into the shower, and let her thoughts try and sort them out. She sighed tipped her head back into the shower, pushing her hands through her hair smoothing it down. She let the water run down her face.

She would do all of her options; tell Brenda, apologize, and beg. She would do anything for her. She knew she needed Brenda, but never had she thought she wanted Brenda's love as much she did right now. She felt used, dirty, and cracked. She couldn't blame Andy, she had made the advances. She wanted to see if Brenda was it for her, and knew the risk she of what she had done while she was doing it. But she needed to do it. As much as she hated that she did, she needed that question answered. Now she knew it. Brenda was the rest of her life.

Another chip of her heart broke off. Brenda wasn't hers. Brenda was Agent Howards, that cheating alcoholic womanizer. She was married to him. She still slept with him. She was still married to him. She wasn't going to leave him for Brenda. Fritz's words rung in her ears.

'Who could ever love you?' his voice was clear.

She shook her head. No. She wouldn't weep for her love. Weeping was done, and she knew that. She would fight, and she would win. Brenda would be hers. She wouldn't stop until she was. They had both messed up. They had both been horrible to each other, but it was Sharon who needed to confront this. Love was a battle, and they were in war between heart and mind. Body and sanity. She would claim victory in this. She would, as usual, get what she wanted even if it meant Brenda hating her to get there.

She wouldn't sleep in a bed of lies anymore.

*.*.*.*. (Sunday).

"Lieutenant Flynn, my office please," Sharon said first thing as she walked into the murder room, and b-lined to her office.

"Now what did you do?" Provenzia asked. Flynn smirked slightly at the irony, and followed Sharon into her office. She was glad Rusty had decided to work on his homework in the break room.

Yesterday had been awkward between Andy and her. They had avoided each almost the whole day, due to Sharon not feeling like dealing with him until she had figured out what exactly what she wanted to say to him.

"Yes?" He wondered once he was in her office.

"Shut the door," she ordered him. He nodded, slightly confused, and did as he was told. "Take a seat."

"What is this about?"

"You know what it's about," she told him. She sat at her desk, and crossed her legs. She pulled out her phone and set it on top of the desk, to make sure she didn't miss if it went off. She was actually expecting a text from Brenda, she had asked if they could speak.

He crossed over to the seat opposite of her desk. He sat down, and looked at her. "What about it?"

"I'm sorry," she said. "For… that," she added and pulled her right cheek up.

"For sex? Don't apologize, Sharon-" she glared at him "-Captain Raydor," he corrected himself. "I am just as much to blame as you are, if not more."

"You weren't coming onto me," she pointed out.

"No, but I was the one that was sober and I should not have taken advantage of you like that. It was wrong of me."

She smirked slightly, knowing he was stubborn and wouldn't let her take the blame. "It shouldn't have happened."

"I know."

"And it can't happen again."

"I know."

She rubbed her lips together gently, thinking. "Why did you give in, if you knew you shouldn't have?" She asked.

"I don't know," he lied. "But I know you regret it."

She lifted her eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yea."

"Well, I am your boss," she reminded him. He nodded, knowing that was some of it.

"There is more than that."

She sighed, and looked down to her hands that she just became aware she was playing with. She tossed her hair back and cleared her throat.

"I'm seeing someone," she admitted.

"Oh," he barely got out. She looked up to him, and he was genuinely shocked.

"Is it really that hard for people to fathom that I am in love?" She blurted out, almost angrily. His expression changed again at hearing the word 'love'.

"Uh, no. You just don't seem like the cheating type," he told her. Her rules were too strict for that, and he knew it.

"I'm not, at least I didn't think I was." She looked up to him with sad eyes. His face grew into one of empathy.

"Sharon, I'm sorry if I had known-"

She put her hand up, stopping him. "Don't. My relationship is very complicated. I don't have her heart completely, and what happened between us… it was my way of trying to figure out if I could be with anyone else."

"Oh," he said. He finally understood why she looked at him the way she did.

"Oh god, I didn't mean," she began but trailed off. "I'm sorry," she repeated.

He nodded, understanding. He knew there was no relationship there between them. He knew she was using him, even with her drunk he knew that. He could see it in his eyes. The funny thing was he wasn't hurt or upset by it, he understood. He liked her, and was attracted to her, it would be silly to deny that now, but he just realized it wasn't about the sex for him. It was about making her happy. He wasn't in love with her, that he knew too. But he felt an odd kinship for her that he couldn't explain.

"It's fine," he told the truth. "It's not like I expected anything to come out of having sex with you," he said. It came out much harsher than he intended, but he didn't understand what he felt let alone the words to say to her.

She was clearly taken back, and somewhat offended by the statement. "Okay then." She cleared her throat again. "You should get back to work," she told him. He took the hint and stood.

He walked out to the murder room, getting odd stares from his co-worker. He ignored them and sat down.

"What did the Wicked Witch want?" Provenzia leaned in and whispered.

"Nothing," he clearly lied. He turned to the murder board, and looked at what they had complied the day before. He heard her heels clicking as she walked back to Sharon made her way back into the room.

"Did we find anything else on Mr. Riley?" Sharon asked, referring to the boy Peter they had an encounter with.

All they had found yesterday was a false address he had given DMV and the prison he worked at. Apparently he had not shown up for his shift today, and no one had seen him since last night. But Candice has given a positive identification of him, and they knew they were on the right path finally.

*.*.*.*.

Brenda heard a knock on her door, and pulled herself from her bed. Another knock came impatiently from the other side.

"Hold on," Brenda yelled to the person on the opposite side of the door. She pushed her hand through her hair, so it was out of her face. She pulled her brown sweater closer to her body, and opened the door. She found Sharon standing in front of her. Her glasses where off, and she hadn't look like she had slept well the past few nights. 'Good,' Brenda thought. "Sharon?" She questioned out loud. "What are you doin' here?"

"You weren't answering my text," Sharon answered. She'd never been to Brenda's house but to pick her up to go to New York.

"Because I feel like talking to you," she pointed out. She thought that was pretty clear.

"Is Agent Howard here?" Sharon asked.

"No…" Brenda trailed off.

Sharon placed both of her hands Brenda's face, and kissed her. She pushed them both back inside the house. The kiss was passionate, and caring. Brenda pulled away from Sharon.

"No, you can't do that! You can't just tell me you want a break and then kiss like that!" Brenda defended herself.

"I made a mistake; I shouldn't have told you I wanted a break in the first place."

Brenda looked at Sharon and moved closer to her. "Why did you do it then? And why are you here now, what changed?" Her big chocolate brown eyes filled with sadness and confusion.

Sharon shook her head. She couldn't tell her why she did it, not yet, not till she was sure Brenda wouldn't be hurt as much by the whole truth of how Sharon found out. But she would tell what changed. She found the words harder to say than she thought it would be.

"You're going to hate me," she mumbled.

"I could never hate you, but you are starting to scare me."

Sharon let out a shaky voice, best to just rip it off. "I slept with Andy Friday night."

She couldn't look at Brenda as she said, but she heard the blonde's sharp intake of breath and the watery exhale. She turned to Brenda, whose eyes were making no attempt to hide the pain and it hurt Sharon to know she had done that. But she needed to be honest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to lie to you," she told Brenda.

"You guys have been-" Brenda began but couldn't finish her sentence.

"No. God no, Brenda. It was that night," she tried to explain.

"Then why did you sleep with him? I don't understand. Was I not good enough?" Brenda cried.

"No! It wasn't that. I was hurting and confused Brenda… About you, about our relationship. I sought comfort. I had so many questions about where we were, but I know now. I know I just want you." Brenda looked at her as though she still didn't understand . Sharon sighed. "I needed to know if I could even possibly move on from you, and I can't. I just want you, and I don't care what that means. I will fight for you even if you hate me right now. I don't want us to lie, and I know it hurts you but I had find out… I know I was wrong about how I went about it, and I have this overwhelming guilt because of it. I shouldn't have slept with him. I should just let this break ride out and answered all those questions myself… But I didn't, and I've never regretted anything more."

Brenda bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears. She pulled the fabric down on her shirt and wiped away her tears. She was hurting but she wanted Sharon. She didn't want to forgive her so quickly, but she understood. She even hated that she understood so easily. She knew Sharon would have one day stepped out. She had wondered at the beginning how long Sharon would stay her mistress. How could she be upset when she was the one that was married?

She heard Sharon move over to her, and felt as Sharon's hand wrapped into Brenda. A large object was placed into her hand. She pulled her hand away from Sharon's and looked down to what the woman had placed inside of it. In her hand was a large locket necklace with a large opal in the center and was framed subtle flourishes. She looked up to Sharon, and dried the rest of her tears from her eyes.

"Open it," Sharon told her.

Brenda looked back down to the locket, and carefully opened it. On the right side was the picture Brenda had taken of them in New York in their room of them kissing. To the left was an inscription. Brenda brought it close to her eyes, but still couldn't read it without her glasses.

"I can't read it," Brenda groaned.

"It's says 'I love you'," Sharon said. She placed her hand back into Brenda's.

Brenda's eyes went from sad to happy in a matter of seconds. It didn't matter what Sharon had just told her, because Sharon loved her. She knew Sharon had said it only once before, but now it was printed. Their love was undeniable, even more so than she thought before. Brenda smiled lightly and leaned in to kiss Sharon.

The kiss was slow and tender. Their hands pulling each other closer.

"I know you needed clarity," Brenda whispered. "It kills me but… I love you and I want to be with you. Even you flaws and mistakes."

Sharon smiled weakly, and placed her lips on Brenda's once more. Brenda found herself tugging Sharon towards her bedroom, discarding each other's clothing as they moved closer to it. Brenda pushed Sharon down onto her bed, pulling herself on top of the older woman. She knew Sharon liked being top, but she at least owed Brenda this much.

Clad only in her bra and underwear, Brenda leaned down to tease Sharon in multiple areas where she knew it'd get a reaction. Sharon's head tipped back into the pillow, and gripped Brenda's shoulders. The moan that she has suddenly cut off by a phone ringing.

"Shit," Brenda mumbled, and scrambled off the bed to try and find her phone.

"Seriously?!" Sharon called out, her body incredibly ready and needy.

"It may be Fritz," Brenda explained. She pulled out her phone, and huffed. "It is. I don't wanna talk to him," she said as if she were five years old.

"What if he is on his way back here?" Sharon said. Brenda walked over to Sharon, and placed her phone on the nightstand.

"You know what, I don't even care anymore," Brenda said. This earned a large smile from Sharon. Brenda wrapped her arms around Sharon's neck and kissed her deeply. Just in time for her phone to go off again. She moved back to her phone with and overly dramatic sigh. "Yes, Fritz?" She answered. Sharon could hear Fritz's voice over the phone.

"My boss called off the op," he said. Clearly working more than just Sharon's case at this moment.

"So, you're heading home?" Brenda asked.

"Yea, I will be back in about 20."

"Okay, but I'm not home," she lied. She looked over to Sharon who had a raised eyebrow.

"Where are you?"

"Out with Sharon," she said with a smirk, that wasn't a complete lie.

"Oh, is she there right now?"

"Um, yea?"

"Can I speak with her?" He asked. Sharon knew it was just his way of confirming that she was in fact with Sharon. Brenda handed Sharon the phone.

"He wants to speak with you," Brenda said not knowing why he would want to.

Sharon accepted the phone. "Yes?" She answered smoothly.

"Oh," was all he said. "I thought that maybe-"

"No," Sharon cut him off. "I am here with her. Just me no one else." Sharon found herself laughing slightly as she lay half naked on their marriage bed.

"Okay, well then you girls have fun tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure we will. And sorry if I keep her all night. Don't want her out on the roads late," she said, buying her till morning to be with her.

"That's fine. Bye."

"Bye," Sharon said, handing Brenda back the phone.

Brenda put it back to her ear, and heard nothing at all. "He hung up," she said.

"Well, I guess we should be going?" Sharon questioned.

"Ah, yes. I would love to have sex with you on my bed for once, but we can't stay here."

"That's, but then we really should be going," she told Brenda, sitting up. Brenda took Sharon's hand, and pulled her from the bed.

Quickly they threw their clothing back on, left their house to their normal hotel.

A/N: Sorry for the hetero, I tried not to get to detailed in it but some had done… Sorry…. It, like everything else, leads up to something in later chapters. Nothing is in this story is pointless.

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