Brenda

She always thought of herself as someone very observant and good at reading people. But she had to admit it. This one, she didn't see it coming !

As she waited for her flight back to DC, she saw a familiar head of silver hair. Before she had time to call him, she witnessed he was with someone. A woman, brown reddish hair, tiny waist and long legs. A very well dressed woman, with a pair of Lacoste white flats, dark jeans and a gray cardigan. She looked like a real woman, not one these girls Flynn and Provenza were always so fond of. But before she had time to think some more, the woman turned around. That woman! It was her, the captain, Raydor.

Stunned, she looked at them as they made a line for the small cafe. They were close, way closer than she could imagine anyone wanting to be with the Captain. Their shoulders touching, their hands unseen. Fascinated, she went behind them in the line. She saw the captain lean on Andy's shoulder, saying something in his ear. He nodded and extended his hand toward her. She gave him her coat and purse before leaving toward the restrooms. The person before him left the counter and it was her lieutenant's turn. She couldn't hear exactly what he was saying but was beyond astonished when she saw him dig in the purse he was holding, grab a wallet and pay with money taken from it. The shock must show on her face because the young barista told her "it's ok, it's his wife's purse, she told him to pay before leaving."

At those words, Andy turned around "Oh Chief!" He seemed happy to see her and much to her surprise didn't flinch or pull back when the Captain returned and snugged herself into his side. She had taken off her glasses and was rubbing her eyes. The chief noticed how natural Raydor looked, no traces of make up, small freckles visibles on her nose and cheeks. She seemed softer, younger. The other woman nuzzled Andy's cheek and thanked him. "They didn't have any Jasmin tea so I took you a peppermint one, Babe." He said before dropping a small kiss on her lips and giving her a paper cup with said tea. She hummed something akin to a thank you and cuddled closer to him. "Sharon, there's the chief here."

Brenda could see the exact moment the words registered in the other woman's mind. She became rigid, her head snapping straight. For a second, she felt bad disrupting them. But then "that woman" met her eyes, defiant, like if she was daring her to say something. "Oh, do you want to sit with us, Chief?"

She couldn't deny it, it was pure curiosity that led Brenda to accept. She was fascinated by what she was seeing, like by-standers watching the scene of an accident. She couldn't tear her eyes off, she wanted to know how it happened. And what were the damages.

So she followed them and the 3 of them sat in the busy little airport Coffee shop. « I didn't know you did undercover job, Captain. » she said, trying to get more information out the other woman.

« Oh we're not, Chief. » Answered her nemesis with a bit of a smirk. Before she could continue, she saw the lieutenant's hand land on Raydor's thigh, caressing, comforting. They looked at each other and she could see that a whole conversation happened in a fraction of second. Raydor turned back towards her. « We're going to New York, to see my daughter in her new show. »

It took her back a little. Going for a little weekend getaway was one thing. She had done it many times with former lovers, it was fun and sexy. But going to see one's kid was another thing, like a whole other level of commitment. « Is she an actress? »

« She's a ballet dancer. '' told her Flynn, pride in his face, smiling beatifically at Raydor. « Sharon has not yet seen her in Swan Lake and I've only seen her dance once, when she came to Los Angeles for The Nutcracker. » He added, caressing his girlfriend's hand.

She couldn't believe that Flynn was head over heels for the Wicked Witch. And she couldn't believe it was reciprocated! She never thought this woman capable of feelings, even less intimacy but here she was, holding her lover's hand and adopting kids out of the streets. Maybe she misjudged her. Maybe her radar wasn't as good as she thought.