Author's Note: So this is my first Brenda/Sharon fanfiction, and I'm feeling extremely nervous because not only has it been a good while since I've written anything that isn't an academic paper, but I am also flying solo without any real Beta at the moment. So my dyslexic thought processes might be coming through a bit more than I'd like them to.

With a resounding snap, the pen held in Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson's hand burst and spilt ink all over the piles of paperwork upon her desk. "Oh for heaven's sake!" She cried in frustration as she flung the offending object across the room and reclined back in her leather chair. That would be the third attempt of finishing her report for FID on today's incident. The first botched report had found itself balled up in a trashcan with the threat of a match looming overhead and the second was covered in the remains of a melted Reese's Peanut Butter Cup (A much bigger travesty to the Reese's than the report.)

Closing her eyes and sighing, Brenda decided there was no way the report was getting done tonight. Instead, she needed a little treat to end the ensuing migraine. With a wicked grin, and a furtive glance out of the glass walls of her office, she slid open her top drawer to her desk.

Brenda nearly fell out of her chair, which was already precariously tilted back, at the sight of a completely empty candy drawer. "This is not possible!" she cried as she straightened her chair, and pulled the drawer out further from the desk. "There has to be something! ANYTHING."

It had been a long, frustrating day for the Deputy Chief of Major Crimes. One of her officers had unwittingly fired his weapon during the case, and now the wrath of Sharon Raydor had been rained upon her all day. Not only had Brenda been forced to file paperwork on this case, the notorious "witch" of FID had insisted that Brenda finish every piece of paperwork Major Crimes was behind on. That woman knew exactly how to frustrate Brenda, hence the insatiable craving of something sweet.

There was nothing within the drawer, not even the emergency Jolly Ranchers that Brenda unusually reserved for days when she was out of chocolate or anything remotely tasty. It had to be a sign of the impending apocalypse, she considered morbidly as she slammed the drawer shut and stood up. She would have to resort to other means to get her fix of sugar.

A few moments later after a rapid walk down to the break room, Brenda found herself facing the vending machine, her previously perceived salvation. Instead of discovering her savior in Twix Bars and Hershey's, however, a big bold, "OUT OF ORDER" sign taunted her.

"You can't be serious!" Brenda cried as she lashed out with a kick in anger.

"I think you just found the wrong way to eat a Reese's" A smooth and sultry voice broke the silence of the break room.

Brenda twisted on her heels as the sudden intrusion broke her sinister thoughts of murdering a vending machine. Instead of finding relief to her homicidal tendencies, Brenda found herself face to face with its cause; Sharon Raydor. The same woman who had been driving Brenda to the point of insanity all day over every little inconsequential piece of paperwork that Major Crimes owed Force Investigations.

"How can I help you, Captain?" Brenda said with a forced smile.

"Well Chief…. " Brenda watched curiously as Sharon reached into the pocket of her Armani blazer, and pulled out a single Hershey kiss. Brenda's eyes glazed over at the sight of the aluminum wrapped piece of heaven, and felt her mouth begin to water.

"Well Chief, I was going to grab a Twix bar, but it looks like I'm going to pass the day with just a kiss…" Brenda unconsciously licked her lips as Sharon slowly unwrapped the sugary morsel. In one swift movement, Sharon popped the kiss into her mouth and licked her lips. "Have a good evening, Chief…"

With a shift nod of her head, Brenda watched enviously as Sharon turned and sauntered off, taking the only chocolate in the building with her. Brenda's skin crawled and her head pounded as she ached for the small chocolate. If she didn't know better, Brenda could have sworn Sharon was playing with her.

Well, if she was, Brenda resigned herself indignantly, let the games begin.