A/N: I tried to update this sooner, but I've been going through a lot recently and haven't been able to focus on anything too long. I tried to get this done and out for you all asap, but it didn't quite work out that way.

Authorjazyme: I know you've been reading because you sent me a message on my ch 9 update on tumblr . But she hasn't told Brenda why yet because it is one thing for her to hurt Brenda because of her actions, but another to hurt her because of Fritz's. She doesn't want Brenda knowing what Fritz did and things she assumes Brenda doesn't know about him yet, and also she wants Brenda to tell her about what is going on at home first. I am only saying this because I forgot to include it, and it won't be covered. And the Andy/Sharon situation will play a role, not a big one, but one that is needed when the time comes.

CalliopeSphia: No it wasn't pretty at all. And she regrets it. But she needed it to find out how she truly felt. She'd been aware of a lot of her feelings, but after that she became aware of the rest of them. And your presumption is somewhat correct, but also very wrong.

Chapter 11

Part One

(At hotel directly after ending of last chapter)

Brenda lay underneath Sharon. Their bodies touching everywhere they could. Their hands softly caressing the others body; fingertips lightly grazing the others side. Brenda turned her head slightly, looking at Sharon who was half asleep on top of her.

"Sharon," she whispered.

Sharon's eyes fluttered open. "Hm?"

"You're falling asleep."

"Sorry," Sharon said, and rolled over to the opposite side of the bed. Brenda moved closer to her, and wrapped her arms around her. Sharon smirked, and pulled Brenda into her.

For the second time, they were separated by Brenda's phone going off. Brenda sighed, and flipped over towards the nightstand where her phone sat.

"I swear to God, if that's Agent Howard," Sharon mumbled, just wanting sleep.

"It's not, go to sleep," Brenda said. "Hello?" She answered as Sharon snuggled into her pillow. Brenda huffed. "Sir, for the last time you have the wrong number. Please stop callin' me," Brenda said. Sharon could barely hear the other side, but whoever it was angry. "I don't know what you are talkin' about, Sir. Please stop calling or I will report you." The voice on the other end became clearly more enraged by her. "I don't have a boyfriend? What?" Brenda said with an annoyed sigh.

Sharon sat up, curious aboutto the conversation. "Why don't you just hang up, Brenda?" She questioned.

"I want him to stop callin' me!" Brenda pleaded. "Yes, I want you leave me alone!" another pause. "Well, how about I trace this number and have you arrested for stalkin' a stranger?" More yelling rang through the telephone.

Sharon reached out her hand, and gestured for the phone. Brenda handed it to her, and Sharon held it up to her ear.

"Listen, its past midnight and I had a horrible day. I would like to enjoy this night with my girlfriend in peace. So if you please stop calling! That'd be great!" Sharon hung up the phone, and threw it on the nightstand. She fell back into the bed, wrapping herself in the blankets tightly. She was beyond tired and didn't feel like dealing with dumb asses tonight. The phone went off again. "If you answer that, I will break your phone," Sharon warned.

Brenda chuckled, and ignored the call. She shut off the light and moved into the bed beside Sharon. She pulled herself into Sharon, spooning her until they drifted to sleep.

*.*.*.*.

The annoying ringing went through Sharon's ears. Her eyes opened, and saw her phone going off on the nightstand. She groaned, and pulled herself out of the bed. Phones were going to drive her made today. She picked up the phone, and looked down at the clock. It was not even 4 am, and Provenza was calling her.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" She groaned, tired after the three and a half hours she'd managed to get.

"We need you at a crime scene," Provenza said.

"Peter killed someone again?" She asked, not wanting to be dragged into a case at this hour.

"Don't know, but you should get down here," he told her.

"I'm on my way," she said and hung up. She hoped Taylor was not about to added to their work load.

She rubbed her eyes, and walked over to the lamp. She flipped the switch on, and saw Brenda stir. Brenda squinted her eyes and looked up at her lover. "I didn't mean to wake you, go back to bed," Sharon whispered. Quickly, she threw her clothing on.

"I feel like I got into a car wreck," Brenda groaned under her breath.

Sharon chuckled. "Sorry about that."

"Where are you goin'?" Brenda got out, shifting in the bed. She began to sit up, but Sharon pushed her gently back to the bed.

"Work. I was called in," Sharon answered.

She sat at the edge of the bed by Brenda to put her shoes on. Brenda reached out and rubbed Sharon's hip slightly. She buried herself into the pillow. Sharon stood, and kissed Brenda's cheek softly.

"I will take a break around eight, and I'll bring you something to eat," Sharon offered. "But for now, get some sleep."

"Love you," Brenda barely said as she was falling back to sleep.

"I love you too," Sharon reciprocated. "Bye." She said. She watched Brenda on the bed for a moment, smiling foolishly before leaving.

*.*.*.*.

The crime scene was in the hallway of a seedy motel. The walls were an unsettling shade of green, the paint peeling off the wall with age. The lights flickered, making Sharon's headache worse. The front clerk was not in the slightest surprised that a murder had taken place, and was as helpful as tits on a bull in answering any questions they had. Of course the hotel had no security cameras, only fake ones for show.

The victim was a Hispanic boy, around 20. He had one clear close range shot to his chest. That wasn't close enough to leave tattooing but close enough to leave a fairly large exit wound.

Sharon rubbed her eyes once again, trying to contain a yawn that threatened to escape. She leaned closer to the boy - he looked vaguely familiar, as though she had seen him in passing some point.

"Anyone know his name?" She asked her tired team.

"Eric Norland," Sanchez answered.

"You alright, Captain?" Andy asked.

"He looks familiar," she said. She tilted her head to get a better look at the boy. She wondered why she had come across so many familiar faces she couldn't place lately. "Does he have a phone?" she asked. Skyes picked up an evidence back, displaying the untouched phone. "I want his phone records as soon as possible, please," she directed at Tao.

"Well, we dusted the phone, and it was clean," Tao explained. Sharon raised her eyebrow. "And I have a stylus, so we can at least see what his last calls were." She nodded, allowing this. Tao carefully pulled out his stylus from his phone, and began going through Eric's. "Last calls were to 555-897-0419," he said. Sharon looked over to him with wide eyes. "He made two outgoing calls to it. First one at 00:41, lasting two minutes, the next calling directly after the first."

"His death was about a half hour after that," Morales explained. Sharon walked over to Tao, and looked over his shoulder at the phone.

"What?" He asked.

"That can't be right," she whispered to herself.

"What can't?" Flynn wondered.

She looked over to her team, her expression confused. "That's Brenda's number," she said. She shook her head slightly, recalling the odd phone call that Brenda had gotten around that time. "Are you sure that is his phone?" Tao exited out of the home screen, displaying a photo of their victim with was presumably his girlfriend.

"What is it, Captain?" Sykes asked, deciding to be the one to do so in a room full of people that clearly wanted to.

"It just doesn't make sense," she said.

"Well, unless you know where she was?" Provenza asked. Sharon cleared her throat and shook her head.

"Uh, no," she muttered. "Why would I?" She scoffed.

"Wait," Skyes said, being over.

"What?"

"There's a hair," she answered. She carefully pulled a long, blonde, curly hair from the boy's dark blue jacket. Provenza, Flynn, and Tao all cleared their throats. Sharon's stomach fell into her knees.

There was no possible way Brenda did this, not even the slightest. Sharon had been with her the whole time. But why did it seem like someone was trying to set her up? It didn't make sense. She shook her head.

"It's impossible," Sharon thought out loud.

"Why?" Provenza asked, being the usual ass he was. But Sharon couldn't answer the question, not giving away where Brenda was and what they were doing.

"Brenda couldn't have done this, and you guys know it," Sharon explained. "Find me the bullet," she said, before walking away.

"Did the woman from FID just tell us that 'someone couldn't have done it'?" Sanchez asked, almost stunned.

Flynn followed her out. "Sharon?" He called after her. She looked at him, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you okay?"

"It's not Brenda," Sharon told him. "I know it's not."

"How? I know you two are friends, and I don't think it's her either… But we have to rule her out first. We can have her come down to the station give us her alibi," he told her. She rubbed her head and huffed.

"We should wait till morning," she told him. "And I want that bullet found."

*.*.*.*.

Sharon entered the hotel room with a bag of food in her hand. She could hear the shower running, and walked over to the bathroom after setting the bag down. Opening the door to let some of the steam roll out, she walked into the bathroom.

"Brenda, I'm back," she said just loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"Join me!" Brenda shouted back. Sharon smirked. She hadn't showered yet and she desperately needed to after having her team point out that she was still wearing yesterdays clothes. Of course she had brought her change of clothes with her, but had no time to change yet between work and dropping off Rusty at school for an early chess practice followed by a study group Gav had forced him into.

Sharon quickly took off her clothes and joined Brenda in the shower. She wrapped her arms around the woman, and kissed her shoulder. She worried so much about what would happen if the bullet was found by CSU, or, even worse, if it somehow matched Brenda's gun. Not even for a moment did she fathom the idea that Brenda could have done this, but how was she supposed to prove that without outing them? She needed to discuss it with Brenda first. She let the situation disappear from her mind for this moment, enjoying being close to the woman she loved.

"I brought you food, and I don't want it to get cold," she told the blonde.

"You always have to take the fun out of everything," Brenda pouted.

"Sorry," Sharon said, feeling slightly disappointed at herself too.

When they got out of the bathroom, Sharon dressed while Brenda began eating the few chocolate filled croissants she'd picked up from her favorite bakery. She knew Brenda had never had there before, and had promised to bring her some at some point.

"These are so good!" Brenda exclaimed after taking her first roll

"I told you they were," Sharon simply replied. She gave a half smile at Brenda's reaction.

Brenda walked over to Sharon who was fixing the buttons of her purple button up shirt. She touched Sharon slightly, tilting her head.

"Sharon, is everythin' okay?" Brenda asked, causing Sharon to look up. "It doesn't have anythin' to do with Lieutenan Flynn does it?"

"No! God no!" Sharon sighed. She placed her hands on both of Brenda's arms, rubbing them slightly. "You have nothing to worry about. I know I messed up with him, and I lost some of your trust. I understand that I did… But whatever it was that happened with him… It's over. It never really was, and you don't need to worry about it. Okay?" Brenda nodded slightly. "I love you, not him. I am completely and one hundred percent yours, Brenda. And I won't leave your side, no matter what."

"Even if it's hell?" Brenda asked.

"Even if it's hell," Sharon whispered. She kissed Brenda's forehead. She heard her phone ringing in her bag and picked the bag off the table. "I am going to destroy this thing," she muttered, gaining a chuckle from Brenda. Sharon sighed when she saw it was Andy, but answered it. "Captain Raydor," she answered. She watched Brenda move back to the table and continue eating.

"Hey, so, we heard from CSU and they can't find the bullet but we did find a print on the eye glass case that were a match to Brenda's," Andy explained. "You need to come in so we can pick her up."

Sharon looked over to Brenda. "I'll be there shortly," she muttered. She hadn't had time to tell Brenda what was happening, and now she had to leave. She knew the DNA on the hair wouldn't come back for another few hours to a day.

"Brenda, I have to tell you something and you have to trust me," Sharon said. She walked over to her, and sat across from her. "I don't know how serious it is, but everyone seems to think that you are somehow involved in the murder case I started last night." The roll Brenda was taking a bite out of fell from her hand to the table. She looked over to Sharon.

"What?" She barely got out.

"I wanted to tell you in case we have to bring you down, but I am going to try to let it not get to that point," Sharon explained.

"You don't think I did it, do you?" Brenda asked.

"No, I know you didn't. You were with me when it happened," Sharon told her.

"But you can't tell them!" Brenda exclaimed.

"I know, and I haven't. I don't care if they know, but I know you do."

"I don't want Fritz to find out this way," Brenda defended. "It wouldn't be right." Brenda squinted her eyes. "If they think it's me, I need to know who it is. Who is it?"

Sharon shook her head. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" Brenda pleaded.

"You know why not," she reminded her. "I shouldn't have even told you that you are a suspect." Brenda huffed and slumped in her chair. She took another bite out of her roll. Sharon looked over to Brenda,. "I think you should head home, if they find you here they'll check the security cameras," Sharon said.

Brenda looked at Sharon remembering that they were all over each other in the elevator on the way up. Well, Brenda was all over Sharon while Sharon was reminding her of the cameras; it was only the last few last floors Sharon gave in. Brenda sighed, and nodded.

"Can I finish eating first?" Brenda asked.

"Yes, but I should head back in. I need to try and clear your name before they are fully convinced to bring you in," Sharon said. She was worried that the squad already was, but couldn't make a move without her say. She tossed her hair, and placed her hands awkwardly on her hips. She looked down to Brenda who sat at the table eating, and loosened her shoulders. Brenda looked worried and confused about the situation, not understanding how she could be a suspect in the first place. "Brenda, I'll fix it. I promise," she swore.

"I believe you," Brenda said with a weary unconvinced smile. Sharon kissed Brenda's forehead before grabbing her bag and heading back to work. She hoped Brenda believed in her, that she would get her out of this.

*.*.*.*.

It had been three hours since Sharon had departed from the hotel, and evidence against Brenda was only piling up. No bullet was found and there were multiple calls from the victims home phone to both Brenda's home phone andand cell phone. Sharon had tried to explain the possible situation, theorizes it away -, but she knew it wouldn't work, not with all this evidence.

She sat in her office, tapping her pen on the desk trying to think of a way to get around this. But her mind was coming up blank. The only thing that could be done was to tell the truth, but she needed to convince Brenda of it.

There was a knock on her office door, and she looked up through the glass wall. She found Amy on the other side, waiting to be let in.

"Come in," she called, granting the woman access.

Amy strode into the room, confident in what she had to say, like she had practiced it. This caused Sharon to lift an eyebrow, and sit back. She wondered if, for once, the girl would actually say what was on her mind.

"Yes?" Sharon asked, leading Amy on to continue.

"We need to bring in Ms. Johnson," Sykes stated. "You all are close to her and your closeness is clouding your judgment. It is obvious she did this, and you guys don't want to accept it. I get it, you guys don't think she did it, but it's clear, Captain Raydor. You, of all people, should know not to take your personal feelings into consideration." Sykes exhaled sharply.

"Are you finished?" Sharon asked. Sykes pulled back into herself as though she was getting yelled at by a principle and nodded. "Okay." Sharon stood and glared at the young woman. "I know for a fact Brenda did not do this, but I have no way of proving it to you. So, I will go with you, since you seem to be the only person in my entire squad with any form of objectivity, and we will bring her in. Would that appease you enough?" Sharon quipped.

Sykes nodded her head and excited her office. Sharon rolled her eyes, and huffed. She knew Amy had a valid point, and she knew Amy had seen Sharon push this off as long as possible, but now she needed to do this. There was no alternative.

*.*.*.*.

"Comin'," Brenda called out to her front door. She shook her hands slightly, in worry of who it may be. When she opened it her fears were confirmed. "Sharon?" She said, half surprised, but half not. She knew it was this would probably happen.

"Brenda," Sharon said with a 'sorry' look on her face. She looked down and saw Brenda was wearing the locketd she'd bought her. Though she was trying to hide it under a sweater, Sharon could see the unique chain she bought for it.

"Uh," Amy cut in, catching the look between the two. "Mrs. Johnson? If you could come down to the station we have a few questions for you."

"About?"

"The murder of Eric Norland," Sharon said, finally answering Brenda's question from earlier.

Brenda's face fell. "What?" she barely got out. Her expression was horrified, and she was on the verge of tears. "Uh, let me get my jacket," she muttered and walked back into her house for a moment.

*.*.*.*.

"What was your relationship to Mr. Norland?" Sykes asked. Her and Sharon sat in front of Brenda at the interrogation table.

Normally Sharon would have Andy do the interrogation with her,it didn't seem right given their liaison. . Sharon didn't want Brenda to be reminded of her terrible mistake. It was hard to explain to Andy why she didn't want him in there, but had settled on giving Sykes experience.

"I worked with him. He was an intern at the DA's office, and was organizin' the files the last person left for me," Brenda answered. Sharon closed her eyes and remembered seeing him there. That is where she knew him from. Before going to New York, Sharon had picked Brenda up from work for lunch and he was in her office.

"You didn't have any other contact with him outside of work?" Sharon asked. It was like she was getting her teeth pulled out having to ask these questions.

"Uh, he called me a few times after hours. I was helpin' him get a job for when he graduated," Brenda explained. Sharon could see the pain within the blonde. "He was so bright, and wanted to go so far," Brenda said, tearing up.

"You were close to him?" Amy wondered.

"We went out for lunch once or twice, and he helped me a lot. He went above and beyond his internship."

"How long has he been an intern there?" Sharon pushed in.

"Uh, about 3 months. He started just after I was hired on."

"And there was nothing going on between you two sexually?" Sykes asked.

"What?" Sharon and Brenda asked simultaneously out of shock. Both gawked at the woman.

Amy opened the crème folder, and pulled out Brenda's bank statements. "There are three charges to two different hotels in the past 2 months, and there are multiple dinner purchases, and gifts… Including a seven thousand dollar ring. Did you buy it to insure it for money later?"

Sharon put her hands under the table, pulling off the ring Brenda had gotten her. She carefully put it in the pocket of her blazer. She hadn't known it had cost the woman that much. She also wished Brenda hadn't purchased those things on her card. But she couldn't say too much, because all the other rooms Sharon had purchased she'd put on her own card.

Brenda leaned in. "I am not havin' an affair with Eric Norland. For God's sake, he's a kid!"

Sykes shook her head slightly, not believing her. "Where were last night between midnight and 1:30?" She finally questioned.

Brenda shook her head. "This is ridiculous. If I am not being charged with anythin', I'm leavin;," Brenda said standing.

"Only the guilty leave," Sykes continued.

"Oh, Sweetie, you have so much to learn. You think can scare me? You don't know my reputation, do you?" Brenda said with malice.

Sykes opened her mouth, but Sharon cut in. "Amy, shut up and get the hell out," Sharon warned. Amy looked back at the Captain.

"Are you kidding me right now!? Captain, she did it! This is absurd!" Amy yelled.

"Get out!" Sharon yelled back. Amy groaned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Sharon reached down, and shut off the camera. She quickly rushed over to Brenda, embracing her in a tight hug. Brenda instantly gave into it, and buried her face into Sharon's neck.

"I'm so sorry, Brenda," Sharon apologized. "I tried to fix it, but I couldn't. More evidence keeps pilling up against you."

"I don't understand why though," Brenda said.

"I think you're being framed," Sharon concluded. "It's the only thing I can think of." Brenda pulled back slightly.

"But why?" Brenda repeated.

"I don't know, maybe one of your old cases; I will find out. But please Brenda, give your alibi before anything else comes up and your arrested," Sharon pleaded. Brenda pulled away from her.

"I don't want Fritz to find out this way, Sharon. He deserves more than that."

"He deserves nothing!" Sharon shot back.

Brenda's looked down. "I can't."

Sharon shook her head and threw up her hands. "I can't do this right now. I need to go and try to save your ass, because you won't." She walked out of the room into the main hallway. She walked to the break room for another cut of coffee, and found Rusty sitting at the table with Gav. She walked up to them in a panic. He shouldn't have left school for another 5 hours. "Rusty?" She said calling their attention. "What's going on?"

Rusty looked up to her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, Sharon."

Sharon sat down in front of him. "Rusty, what happened?" She demanded. She looked down at his hand and saw it was cut up. "You didn't get into another fight, did you?"

"Not exactly," Gav answered for him.

Her eyes flickered between the two of them. "Just tell me what happened," she requested this time.

"Gav and I went out for lunch between rehearsal and studying, like we said we were going to do," Rusty started. Sharon nodded, remembering giving him money this morning to do so. "Well, we decided to walk 'cause it wasn't far and it was less hassle. A couple blocks from the school a couple of varsity baseball for our school cut us off-"

"-They literally cut us off, as in almost hit us with their car," Gav added.

"And they jumped out, and were screaming at us," Rusty continued.

"Calling us faggots, and a bunch of stuff," Gav put in.

"It was fine, you know? It's not like I haven't been called that stuff before, or worse. But then one of them, Jake, asked," Rusty paused trying to find the exact wording the boy had used, "At first he asked how it felt to be an orphan? A drag on society? Then the other guy, Danny, said that I wasn't, that I was adopted… then Jake said 'Oh right, little loner got adopted by the dyke. I guess the faggots stick together.'" Sharon's stomach churned, she hated that word. The only time she was called it was by people she was arresting, or those who hated her. "I got so upset. They could have called me every name in the book, and I wouldn't have cared, but to call you that…"

"Rusty, you shouldn't have gotten into a fight because of what some stupid naive high schoolboy called me," she said.

"I didn't mean to," Rusty defended. "I told him to shut up and that he didn't know what he was talking about, but then he called you a cold hearted homo who didn't deserve to be alive."

"And then I stepped in, and told them to leave him alone, and they hit my stomach," Gav told her.

"After that I just blacked out," Rusty said. "Next thing I knew I was on my here. I don't remember what happened."

"You beat the shit out of them is what happened," Gav told him.

Sharon leaned back into her chair. "You better hope they don't press charges, Rusty," she told him.

"Why would they, they're the ones who started it," Rusty fought back. Sharon knew it would be pointless to fight it, she knew Rusty was someone who needed to see something to understand it.

She looked through the glass wall as a knock came from it and saw Flynn looking at her through. She narrowed her eyebrows, bringing them in close together.

"You guys should head home," Sharon instructed.

"Why? What's going on?" Rusty asked, not understanding why.

Sharon looked at him. "Aren't you two supposed to be at a study group, which means you have a big test coming up; doesn't it?" She asked.

Gav's groaned. "Thanks for reminding us," he said sarcastically. Sharon stood.

"Can Gav spend the night?" Rusty asked. Andy knocked on the glass once more.

"Uh, sure, but I have to get back to work," She said as she walked over to the door. "I'll try and be home no later than 7."

"Cool, I'll have dinner ready," Rusty said. He grabbed his bag from under the table, Gav following his lead.

"Alright," she said. She opened the door, leaving it open for Gav and Rusty to exit from. They practically ran out of the break room.

"Bye," they told her as they passed her.

"See you soon," Sharon said, then turned to Flynn. "You needed something?"

"What's going on?" Andy asked her.

"Rusty got into another fight at school," Sharon began explain. "He-"

"-That's not what I am talking about. I meant with you and Brenda? You kicked Sykes out, turned off the camera, and questioned her?" He guessed.

"I didn't question her, I was trying to convince her to give us her alibi," Sharon answered, feeling the need to defend herself.

"And she won't?" Andy asked, knowing they needed it.

"Not yet," Sharon said with a sigh.

"I don't understand why she won't tell us? Could it really be worse than a murder charge?" He said with a tone of disappointment. "If anyone knows how this all works it's Brenda." Sharon nodded, agreeing.

She wanted to understand why Brenda was not giving her alibi, but she couldn't. She didn't understand why she would want to keep Fritz from it, or why she was even still with him in the first place.

A/N: Thank you to Trica for being my beta!

I literally cut this chapter in half. It's a two part chapter. I had to because there was way too much going on for just one chapter. I told you there would be angst starting in this chapter, but this is just the start of it. There is a lot more angst coming up, and will continue for the next few chapters. A lot of the stuff I have mentioned and have been building up for in previous chapters started coming out in this one, and soon all of it will make sense.

I wanted to write Brenda being bitchy towards Andy, but I didn't have the room for it. Things are escalating quickly... But she is not happy about it in the slightest.

Part two is already written and will be posted by the end of next week .

Reviews are appreciated.