She flopped into the chair across from Sharon, and tossed the Ding Dong on the preternaturally neat desk in front of the dark haired woman. She resisted the urge to scatter the contents of the neatly hanging files across the surface. It wasn't Sharon she was mad at, after all. Truth be told, she wasn't sure who she was mad at. This felt a little too much like introspection, so she tossed a weak grin in the Captain's direction, and began unwrapping her second Ding Dong of the day. It wasn't even noon yet. Her ears perked up at the sound of another wrapper crinkling, and she raised her eyes from her own bit of chocolate, to watch Sharon take a tentative bite of the sweet cake, and when she lowered her hand, her eyes closed in an expression Brenda was pretty sure she'd seen only in the bedroom.
"Good, aren't they?" She chuckled, watching Sharon's jaw flex, trying to resist the urge to lean over the desk, and kiss her breathless, knowing that the flavor of chocolate combined with Sharon's mouth would leave her in no fit state for her Behavioral Sciences interview. But then Sharon, who must have felt Brenda's gaze, even with her eyes closed, brought the cake back to her lips, and instead of biting, she licked a bit of cream from the center. Brenda thought perhaps she might have made a mistake in coming down here, because the office, while technically Sharon's, was still far too open to the rest of the department. At least her office had blinds. And a conference table.
When Sharon opened her eyes, she saw the high spots of color on Brenda's cheeks, and smiled, before setting the rest of the cake to the side. "They're very good. But so very sweet, as well."
"That's the point, Sharon." Brenda laughed, popping the last of her confection into her mouth, and smirking.
"So, are you ready to give your statement now, or do you need a little time to deal with the disappointment of not being appointed Chief?" Sharon's gaze held the sympathy her tone belied.
"I'm okay. We can go ahead." Brenda shifted, crossing her legs.
As the interview progressed, Sharon kept asking thoughtful questions, about where Sanchez and the other detectives had been, and the timing needed to ensure that Masen and Detective Gabriel wouldn't drop the switch in a struggle. Brenda watched her take notes, her hand flowing seemingly like water over the page, and she was sort of lost on the idea that those fingers had touched her, not just sexually, but intimately, which was a rare distinction for her to make, and she missed the last thing Sharon had said.
"Sorry? I drifted for a minute, could you repeat that last question?" Brenda had the grace to blush a little bit.
"I was just saying, that I've concluded the investigation. All that's left now is to fill out the paperwork clearing this as a good shot, and then, when B.S. clears—"
"If.." Brenda interrupted.
"When B.S. clears you, stop by, and I'll have your sidearm ready for you."
"That's it?" Brenda stared at Sharon.
"That's it. I already spoke with everyone else. The accounts correlate positions, and prove the necessity of the use of deadly force. The department will be protected. You did the right thing. Now, trust me to do my job." Sharon's voice had fallen into the measured speech she only used at work, and Brenda sat up a little straighter.
"You do know, that I have always trusted you to do your job. It's just so frustrating, when our cases collide, because you're so…structured." She fumbled for the last word, as Sharon's eyes narrowed a bit.
"You mean, because I expect your team to follow the same rules as everyone else?" Sharon leaned forward, and Brenda couldn't help the brief drifting of her gaze, the expanse of revealed skin was a creamy contrast to the dark of Sharon's blouse, and suddenly, this didn't seem like a good time to have a discussion about this sort of thing.
"I love that color on you." Brenda blurted, then rubbed at her forehead. "I don't know why we're arguing."
"We're not. I just… It's difficult to articulate, but being in IA makes a person feel the need to defend certain career choices." Sharon's tone softened. "Anyway, I should have your gun ready by the end of your B.S. interview."
"Thank you." Brenda wanted to say more, explain her gratitude, but instead, she leaned towards the desk, and gestured at the end of Sharon's Ding Dong, sitting abandoned on a scrap of yellow legal paper. "It's a shame to waste that."
Sharon chuckled, and handed the cake over, then reached for a tissue to wipe the crumbs from her fingers. "I do like Butterfinger bars." She defended herself, as Brenda took the cake and stood.
Walking to the closed door, Brenda turned, and tilted her head. From right here, she couldn't see out of either window. Which meant that, this was a blind spot. She smiled.
"Come here for a minute?" Her voice was bright, and Sharon looked up in surprise.
She moved to stand in front of Brenda, a quizzical look on her face. "I don't make it a point to show people out of this office. It's hardly large enough for that sort of gesture." She said, a note of consternation in her voice.
"Well. You might need to make a rule, about walking me out." Brenda purred, and caught Sharon at the waist with her free hand, pulling her close, their bodies just touching.
Sharon's eyes widened, and she glanced around, cursing her choice to eschew blinds.
"They can't see right here. This corner here, is a blind spot. Now kiss me, because I need that, more than I need the rest of this cake." She chucked the bit of chocolate into the wastebasket near the door, and raised her still-chocolaty finger to Sharon's lips, dragging a few of the crumbs across the lower one, before tracing the same path with her tongue, then demanding access. Sharon's mouth tasted like coffee, and confection, and that flavor that seemed uniquely her, and Brenda held back a moan, as she broke the kiss.
"If they ever turn you into a candy, I'm a dead woman." She whispered against Sharon's neck, before placing a gentle kiss just below her ear. She thumbed the hint of lipstick from the bow of Sharon's mouth, and smiled. "You're just lucky you only ruined candy for me for a little bit. I might've had to shoot you, otherwise."
"Yes, well, sugar-induced homicide wouldn't be cleared by FID as a reasonable use of force." Sharon quirked her lips in that half smirk, as she walked back to her desk. "Good luck, not that you need it, but I know you're nervous."
"Thank you. I am hopeful that today will be a short day. Maybe we can do dinner, assuming nothing crops up?" Brenda wasn't sure that they weren't spending too much time together too soon, but she couldn't really picture her evening, after this day, of all days, alone.
"Of course. We'll figure out the plans after your interview." Sharon nodded, dropping into her seat and picking up a stack of forms from the tray to her left. "Now, scoot. I have triplicate forms to fill out before you can have your gun back."