A/N The wonderful characters of 'The Closer' and 'Rizzoli and Isles' belong to their respective rights holders, no infringement is intended, but as always, thanks for letting us have our way with them, if only for a moment.

A quick thanks to Kyra Sedgwick, Mary McDonnell, Angie Harmon and Sasha Alexander for the warmth and depth you bring to the portrayals of our favourite detectives.

Slow and sexy Saturdays

Sharon's viewpoint

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the weather was lovely without a cloud in the sky, hot but not too hot, just made for a casual day out with friends, or in this case, girlfriend.

Brenda and I had made plans to spend the day together; unfortunately she'd been busy last night wrapping up paperwork on her current case, proving the horror movie producer's son had killed him after she'd broken him in the interrogation room yesterday afternoon.

Apparently he'd tried to make it look like the work of a crazed fan, but his own cocaine habit was bleeding him financially and his father had cut him off last month, trying to force him to go into rehab. Instead he'd decided to get rid of his father and inherit the money.

It meant that we'd not had the chance to be together last night which, while I'd got the chance to do some shopping and cleaning done last night, also meant I'd had a lonely night's sleep; something I was looking forward to not repeating tonight.

I'd just finished a coffee and texted Brenda that I'd be over around 11 when I was surprised by the doorbell ringing. It turned out to be a parcel guy with a delivery for a 'Sharon Johnson'; I smiled, both at the name and the knowledge of what was inside the parcel.

Thanking the guy I closed the door with almost unseemly haste and carried the discreet brown package inside and set it on the counter.

Carefully opening it I smiled at the contents; after Brooke and I had split up, I threw out all the toys, way too many memories there and I didn't want to be faced by what they signified. Now though, I had a chance to break in a whole new set with Brenda.

I grinned, shopping online with Brenda for sex toys had proven one of the hardest but most fun things we'd done together.

Hard because my mad blonde girlfriend had a wicked imagination and had continually distracted me from the screen as we'd 'debated' the pros and cons of each toy and their possible uses, at length and in some depth. It'd been fun for exactly the same reasons.

The name on the box had been her idea as well, 'plausible deniability' she'd called it, getting the patented Raydor eye roll in return, but inwardly I'd smiled that Brenda could be that mushy and silly with me.

I spent some time getting them all washed and cleaned, before settling them in the bedside drawers. I had to relocate my underwear elsewhere to make room, but it was a small sacrifice, especially compared to the multitude of orgasms I could see resulting from their easy to reach placement, which more than made up for any inconvenience.

I'd finally had a quick shower and got changed into cool cotton slacks, a loose blouse and strappy low heels before grabbing the other set of car keys from their hook and locking up. I'd decided that as the weather was so good, I'd take my car rather than the work issue Crown Vic. To be honest I hated the LAPD sedans, they drove like tanks and were only marginally more comfortable, instead preferring something a little sportier.

In this case that translated into my old black 3-series BMW convertible hiding in the garage, a foolish indulgence I'd bought a decade ago and never been able to let go of. She had remarkably few miles on the clock for her age, given I didn't drive her often, mostly when I was feeling happy. If being with Brenda was going to have me in the state I was in now, I could see it being driven a lot more often.

I'd texted Brenda while stopped at a set of lights, letting her know I was close so she was waiting for me outside her apartment block when I pulled up.

She was wearing a floral sundress, wide brimmed hat and sandals, her hair loose, looking relaxed and lovely. Getting in she leaned across and gave me a quick peck, before settling back and tossing her bag and hat on the back seat.

"Hey sweetie, love the car" I grinned.

"It's an indulgence but I love her too" Brenda's answering grin was bright and sunny as she leaned back, watching me. After a couple of blocks I looked over at her, to see her still gazing at me.

"What's up?"

"I like seeing you so happy Sharon, it's nice" I could feel my cheeks warm up, just a few simple words…

Unable to say anything meaningful right then I reached out and took her hand, bringing it up to my lips for a moment before returning it to her lap; unfortunately I had to have the hand free to use the stick.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Brenda sporting a cheesy grin before settling back into the seat. Finally, we ended up on the Santa Monica freeway and I could relax and enjoy the drive and the company. We chatted about cases, gossip, subjects serious and inconsequential, just enjoying being together.

As we swung north onto the Pacific Coast Highway, Brenda was taken by the view out over the ocean, together with the sun and wind in the hair, before she decided that a convertible was the only way to travel, which led to a long and silly discussion about which convertible would suit Brenda.

We debated the pros and cons of each convertible we spotted as we headed up the coast, with Brenda turning out to be partial to an open top Jeep, before we agreed that while it was fine when the weather was good, the canvas roof wouldn't cut it when it was cold and wet.

A dark blue Rolls convertible caught both our eyes, before being discarded as completely impractical; instead she decided that an old canary yellow Nissan 300Z passing us in the next lane was just what she wanted, the targa top mixing open top with practicality. Finally, after wistfully eyeing off the 300Z as it weaved away through the traffic, she turned to look at me.

"Mind you, it's not as good as a black BMW, cause it doesn't come with a sexy chauffeur" I smiled as she reached out and rested her hand on my thigh before settling back with a content smile.

Reaching Malibu, we had a long, slow lunch of seafood washed down with some good white, as we gazed out over the Pacific and just chatted about nothing of any real consequence. The day was turning out splendidly as we debated what we should do next.

"We could go shopping, get you some new clothes" was my suggestion. Brenda gave me an adorable pout, indicating her casual clothes.

"I thought you liked what I'm wearing?"

"I meant for work" Brenda laughed.

"Sweetie, half my wardrobe is full of work clothes you insisted I should buy" I laughed at her aggrieved tone.

"Thank god for that, just say no to floral's at work. Of course, now I'm your girlfriend I get power of veto over all your clothing choices" I got a slow, wide smile at the word girlfriend.

"So how long before I end up wearing power pants suits and Armani jackets?" I smiled.

"Well, you already have one Armani suit which you looked great in, but I rather like you in skirts, watching you sashay around the building, plus I get to see your legs"

"But you hide yours in pants" She punctuated her comment with a mock frown at my cotton pants. "I like your legs" I winked.

"Well this way honey, you're the only one who sees them" She smiled slowly.

"There is that. Y'know, I went shopping for clothes recently with Maura and Natalie, I swear Sharon those two were born to shop"

"That was the dinner suit and the Ball dress?"

"Yep, I've never spent that much on clothes in a single day; let's just say I was suffering sticker shock afterwards" I could understand that, given how much I spent for my dress and heels for the Ball; not that I was ever going to tell Brenda that.

"Well the results were so worth it. I loved you in that suit, so not your usual look. That was a wonderful night" I reached out and snagged her hand in mine, getting a cheeky smile in return. "I liked you with straight hair too" Brenda gave me a coquettish smile.

"So you think I should straighten it more often?" I pretended to contemplate it for a while, before shaking my head.

"No, I love the bounce and the curls" Brenda just smiled, before sliding her hand through her hair and giving it a playful flick over her shoulder.

"Like this sweetie?"

"Mmm, that's nice" I was distracted by the thoughts of sinking my hands into her mass of hair and just kissing her, but it was a bit too public for that just now. I was dragged back from my daydream by Brenda's words

"I don't understand how Nat can afford to shop like that. Maura I get, as you said money doesn't look like a problem, what with the house and car an all, but Natalie?"

"I think she's a careful shopper, when we met up that day, Maura bought three pairs of shoes and at least one dress, Nat only bought one pair of shoes and she wore them the night we went to Blush. The bright fuchsia ones" Brenda frowned for a moment.

"You did better than me sweetie, I couldn't have told you what they were wearing that night, I was too busy being distracted by someone else" She squeezed my hand tight as we shared a smile. "Speaking of being distracted, that dress you wore to the ball did it for me"

"That was the idea Brenda; I wanted you to like what I was wearing"

"Oh I did. I had to pick my jaw off the ground when I saw you. You looked lovely"

"So did you, it really suited you"

"Natalie said it would, she was the one who insisted on that dress, while Maura insisted on the heels" I leaned back, saluting her with my wine glass.

"Remind me to thank her for those, I love you in heels" Brenda just smirked.

"So I've learned sweetie, you are a kinky little minx aren't you?" I shrugged at her smirk.

"Guilty as charged. I like a sexy woman in heels, so you can hardly complain about me wanting you in them"

"So that's why you keep trying to get me to wear higher heels" My smile grew wider, 'busted'.

"Sure, what's not to like" Brenda was silent for a moment, a far away look in her eyes.

"I hope we get a chance to wear them again, the Ball outfits I mean. It'd be a dreadful shame to only get to wear them once, you looked so nice sweetie, I wanna see you in it again" I smiled, remembering seeing and touching Brenda in that gown.

"Well, we'll have to find another reason to wear them, even if it's just us so we get to relive some memories" Brenda smiled softly.

"And make some new ones too"

"No arguments here" Brenda took a sip of her Merlot.

"Mind you, tight jeans, a tee and killer heels have kinda jumped up to the top of my favourite clothes list recently" I arced an eyebrow at her.

"I can't possibly imagine why" We smiled for a while before Brenda spoke again.

"Mind you, I really like you in dresses Sharon, compared to jeans"

"Oh, any particular reason?"

"Well, the jeans are nice and they make you look hot but it's also a bit harder to get access when I want to have my wicked way with you, 'specially at work" I dropped my head to peer at her over my glasses.

"And where exactly did you think that was going to happen pray tell young lady?" Brenda sniggered for a moment.

"I was kinda thinking in your office after everyone's left. You did say no one willingly comes near FID, it'd be the perfect place" I smirked.

"Oh really, and how exactly did you imagine this particular event going to happen honey?" Brenda looked around for a moment, before dropping her voice and leaning in.

"I kinda liked the idea that I'd push you back onto your desk, then I'd hike your skirt up around your hips and then I'd eat you out till you screamed" I smiled as I felt a slow tingle start deep down, trying not to let Brenda know just how enticing that sounded.

I could see us junking the rest of the afternoon and heading home to spend the rest of the day in bed if I wasn't careful. She may have been a novice, but Brenda was proving to be an adept student when it came to sex with a woman, taking the opportunity to practice regularly.

"And what makes you think I'd be a party to such inappropriate behaviour at work?"

"I don't know, perhaps that nasty little story you told me about how you imagined having me bent over my desk wearing nothing but a pair of stilettos while you fucked me with a strap-on" I licked my lips, which were suddenly dry. That particular fantasy had been a recurring one for weeks, one my mind wouldn't let go of.

Brenda took one look and fell back in her chair, giggling at me. Finally she subsided, smirking. "Don't try and deny it Sharon, the look on your face..."

"OK, fine, yes, I like that one, but I am not doing it at work"

"If not at work, then when sweetie?" I smirked, before taking a sip of wine. Brenda's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I know that look Sharon Raydor, you're up to something"

Putting the glass down I smiled at her, time to divert her attention.

"C'mon, let's finish up and head back into town and go shopping. We're supposed to go to that LBD night at Blush with the girls in two weeks" Brenda frowned.

"LBD night?"

"Little Black Dress Night. The girls are going Saturday the week after next and we got an invite. Natalie said we have to have a repeat."

"But I already have a little black dress, why do I need another?"

"Because it'll be fun, because I get to see you looking nice in something new, because I get to see you getting changed…."

"It won't be the same without you in those jeans" I smiled at her little pout.

"On the other hand a dress does provide so much better access, in the club and elsewhere…" There was a long pause as we shared a slow, heated look. Finally Brenda balled up her paper napkin and tossed it on the plate.

"Ok, you win" Brenda peered across at me. "You'll be trying stuff on too won't you?"

"Sure" I got a smile in return.

"In that case it's fine, as long as I get a show too"

We paid and headed back out to the car for the drive back into town. I had the radio on low, but Brenda had to turn it up when a favourite song came on. We rolled back off the Pacific Coast Highway into LA with Brenda ramping up the southern accent as she sang along to Lana Del Rey's 'Video Games', while I laughed at her. She paused to fix me with a mock glare.

"What's so funny Sharon?"

"It's just that I thought of you singing that song the first time I heard it. I mean you with that accent, it was perfect"

"Well I have a different accent, I'll have you know not all southern accents are the same" She gave me an exaggerated eye roll and put on an exasperated tone. "Not that I expect a damn Yankee like you to know the difference"

"Well, we did win the Civil War" Brenda turned to look at me, the song forgotten as she gave me a mock glare.

"You mean the War of Northern Aggression"

"That's not what that PBS documentary series called it"

"He was a Yankee too"

"Well, the victor's do write history" I got another mock glare.

"Tell me about it" I smirked.

"You torqued about this honey?" Brenda smiled, all her play acting forgotten.

"Me, nah, I'd rather make love, not war"

"Brenda Leigh Johnson, peacenik hippy. Who'd have guessed" She started winding her hair around her finger as she looked at me, a smirk threatening to break through.

"I thought you liked the whole free love thing sweetie"

"Mmm, free love, I could get used to that" Her laughter was a joy to hear, I loved that I was the one she laughed with so freely.

We headed into town as traffic got heavier; the song having ended Brenda had turned the volume down and was frowning at the road in front of us.

"You ok honey?" She looked across at me, her frown disappearing.

"Yes, no, maybe" I grinned.

"Well that's definitive" I got a gentle slap on the thigh.

"Quiet you, I was just thinking about going out with the girls, which made me worry about going out with them to The Intersection" I frowned.

"What's the problem? Are you worried about what you'll be wearing?" She was silent for a bit, so I didn't push. Eventually she answered, her voice carrying a touch of hesitancy.

"Yeah, kinda, I mean I trust you, but I'm not sure to be out dressed like that. I mean, I don't look as good as they do. I'm sorta afraid I'll look silly an all" Relieved, I reached out and took her hand.

"Brenda, you'll look fantastic. You look good in work clothes, in something like club wear, well I might not even let you out of the house, I'd be worried someone would steal you away"

"You sure Sharon, I've never really dressed like that before. I'm just not sure"

I glanced across at Brenda to see her lower lip caught in in her teeth; obviously she was more uncertain about it than I'd expected. To be honest, she had a great body and I'd not been exaggerating about how good she'd look, I was looking forward to seeing her dressed to impress.

On the other hand I had to say I was a little pleased that Brenda was a little nervous, after all, I just knew that Brenda was going to attract all sorts of attention, what with that accent, that body and that smile.

I knew that was my insecurities talking, having just got together with Brenda; I didn't want to lose her to some younger woman.

I told myself that wasn't likely, I just had to make sure that Brenda was so totally happy with me that she wouldn't want anyone else. I'd been trying to do just that ever since we'd got together.

I'm not normally this… well clingy. We'd only spent a handful of nights apart since we got together last weekend, mostly because of work, normally I wanted slower, to ease into it, but in this case I wanted Brenda, I wanted her to want me and I was a little afraid that someone else would steal her away from me if I wasn't careful.

I was aware that I wasn't getting any younger while Brenda was eight years younger than me, it shouldn't have mattered, but it did, at least to me. The last week had been wonderful, the weeks before as we'd moved closer had been great, I hadn't been this happy in years and I didn't want it to end.

I felt Brenda's hand come to rest on my hand where it sat on the stick, her voice tinged with concern.

"Hey sweetie, are you alright" With an effort I forced my mind away from thoughts of losing Brenda; telling myself that was just my fears talking, I had the reality sitting right here beside me, live and lovely. I smiled at her concerned expression.

"I'm fine honey, I was just thinking" I could see Brenda was still a little concerned, I wondered how long I'd been lost in my thoughts. Damn my insecurities!

"What about? Anything interesting" I decided that I needed a distraction.

"I may, just possibly, have received a parcel this morning..." Whatever I was going to say was drowned out by Brenda's excited squeal.

"It's here, already?" I couldn't help but smile at her excitement; she looked like a kid in a candy store, or Brenda in a chocolate shop.

"Yep, it all arrived today" Brenda sat back for a moment, before turning a scheming eye on me.

"Sharon, sweetie…" I raised an eyebrow at her tone, all embarrassed and anxious and eager all at once, but I decided I wasn't going to make it totally easy for her.

"Yes…?"

"You think…maybe we can go shopping tomorrow?" I looked across, to see her staring at me, longing visible in her eyes. I felt a warmth start down low inside me at that look. She leaned in, placing a hand on my thigh as she spoke into my ear. "I'll make it worth your while"

"You will, will you?" She just nodded, as her hand drifted higher up my thigh. I smiled to myself. "Well, I suppose, but we are almost at Rodeo Drive" Brenda however wasn't going to take no for an answer. Her voice dropped a few octaves, got slow and breathy.

"Me, nude, stilettoes, bent over" I swallowed, oh she was playing dirty. "You, a strap-on, us… Please?"

Maybe my fears were irrational; Brenda certainly seemed to be into me as much as I was into her. Maybe Natalie was right, we were the last person either of us would seek out. God I hoped so.

Either way, I had Brenda Leigh Johnson almost begging me to take her home and fuck her; I'd have to be six kinds of idiot to say no to that and so I didn't.

It turned out the reality was even better than my fantasy.