Anything, *anything* was better than another Sunday afternoon alone, even spending time with Captain Sharon Raydor.

A late-night craving and a coincidental meeting lead a certain deputy chief to discover that there's much more to the inimitable Captain Raydor than meets the eye, and to realize that her mama was right: sometimes all a single woman really needs is a good girlfriend. By UbiquitousMixie and i-must-go-first.

A ridiculous winter misadventure, written as a holiday gift for ubiquitousmixie and posted for the second annual Brenda/Sharon Month of Love on tumblr. Cliches abound.

It's the annual LAPD holiday party, and no one is having a good time. Angsty Shandy one-shot, but does feature a cameo by The Closer's Brenda Leigh Johnson and assume the possibility of a past Brenda/Sharon relationship. I don't want to be tarred and feathered for false advertising.

A one-shot for the second annual Month of Love on tumblr. Might give you a cavity, or a cold.

Sharon is turning sixty. A story not quite ridiculous enough to be crack fic, but far too silly to be taken seriously, written for the Brenda/Sharon month of love.

Brenda was never, ever going to live this down. - Written for the Brenda/Sharon Month of Love on tumblr.

Sharon helps Rusty navigate between failure and success. My first little mothership venture. One-shot.

Brenda Leigh had no choice but to admit it: having more time for the living just wasn't all it was cracked up to be. A Brenda/Sharon relationship story. High heels, firearms, angsty D.D.A.'s, ex-husbands, bobble-head dolls: all the requisite ingredients, kids.

The captain's green eyes sliced into Andy's brown ones as he lowered himself into the plastic chair opposite her. Even here, she managed to look aloof, regal. Reaching up with her cuffed wrists, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and shrugged, jerking her chin toward the shapeless uniform that obscured her shapely form. "I know," she said. "Orange really isn't my color."

They're not exactly friends. They're not exactly enemies. Defining their relationship might, she worries, make it mean something. Maybe that's what really keeps her awake at night.

All her life she's been told she should know better, but sometimes better isn't best. Memories maybe best forgotten, old acquaintances, and a case Sandra never wanted to see reopened change the way she looks at the past and shape her future.

Sometimes it seems like everyone wants a piece of Sharon Raydor. - The old "stuck-in-an-elevator" cliche, with a twist. This is not the story you think it is. Brenda/Sharon implied.

The aftermath of the 2011 Excellence in Policing Gala, or, How Gerry Standing Stopped Smoking Yet Again. Sandra issues an ultimatum, Gerry has disturbing dreams, and Rafferty gets his revenge, sort of. Oh, and honeycomb pieces! Set during series seven.

The problem is that she wrote the rule book, and Gerry has never been very fond of rules. He knows that with Sandra, though, the trick will be to bend, not to break. The not-so-long-awaited sequel to Same Time, Next Week.

So what exactly *did* Gerry do when he was hypnotised in "Magic Majestic"? We find out at last. Plus, red velvet cake, confetti, prawns, a certain musician, and a great deal of bizarre behaviour.

As the Italians say, "He who eats alone dies alone," and who wants that? A chance encounter and a shared meal lead to all sorts of unexpected consequences for the UCOS team. Hilarity and drama ensue, I hope.