While Sharon continued her attempt to run the frustration out of her, Miranda entered the gym, looking so awkwardly out of place. She was approached by the front desk girl who told her that the LAPD officers were working out now and they prefered privacy. "If you could just direct me to Captain Sharon Raydor, she told me this is where she works out. I am following her for a piece my magazine is doing on women in high ranking positions within the LAPD." Who was this child to question her?

Sharon was probably the only person in the world who did not work out to music or any other type of distraction. She preferred to keep her attention on the workout and try to be as efficient as possible. It was because of this, that she heard Miranda having a discussion with the front desk girl. In Miranda's defense that girl was a bit much on the best of days, and Miranda, she was coming to learn was an acquired taste.

"It's ok Kathy, I told her to meet me here," Sharon breathed out as she attempted to get her heartrate down to a manageable number. She allowed her eyes to take in the situation, she could feel both sets of eyes on her and it only made her realize more just how gross she must look. "I'm sorry, Miranda, I thought I would be done my workout now. If you will just give me a few minutes we can go for coffee and you can ask me the mountain of questions I am sure you have." Miranda nodded and with one more confusing glance at Kathy, Sharon turned and hurried to the showers.

Miranda turned her attention to Kathy as she rounded behind the desk and busied herself with paperwork, occasionally waving it in front of her face as though she was warm. It wasn't warm enough in here to cause such redness in her face, could Kathy find the good detective attractive? It seemed a possibility.

While waiting, Miranda looked over the gym, and her surroundings. It was your standard gym, the only difference was a lot of LAPD t-shirts and sweatshirts. It did appear that the LAPD had taken over this gym. She wondered why it was this gym, that attracted all the officers? Yet another question for Sharon, Miranda supposed.

"Hi, sorry again about that, sometimes I get so focused on my workouts that time just slips by." Sharon said as she rushed over to Miranda. Her hair was still damp and twisted up in a clip and she had an old pair of jeans with a long sleeve LAPD shirt on. This was clearly Sharon's off day, and Miranda was glad to be able to see what Sharon was like when she wasn't Captain Raydor.

"No need to apologize. I can't really imagine how one could get lost in a workout but I will have to take your word for it. Now I believe I was promised coffee?" Sharon laughed.

"It's just down the street, do you mind walking? It's such a nice day out."

"Not at all, lead the way." And with that the two women were off, only Miranda noticing the lingering looks of Kathy. Well isn't that an interesting development, thought Miranda as she walked alongside Sharon.

"Could you slow down a little please," Miranda huffed as she tried to keep up with Sharon's strides. it had taken her over 30 years to perfect the rolling hips motion of her walk and Sharon's speedwalking was ruining it. Sharon slowed immediately and turned back to Miranda, "oh so sorry, I am just so used to walking with the men that i forget that quite often women are not used to practically running in heels." She said with a slight dark tone to her voice.

"No, it's more the art of the slow walk in my world, the runway shows for example. It is all about being able to walk and make the garment move. Somehow I don't think that is a consideration for you."

"Thinking about how my skirt moves when I walk? No I don't often think about that, however there have been times when I admit that I have flashed a little more leg than needed in an interview or flipped my hair just so when talking to my fellow officers." Miranda looked shocked or she assumed she must have for Sharon continued, "I am not proud to have used my feminine traits to get what I need sometimes."

"No, it's not that, I am just shocked that it would be needed in your world. I would have assumed that police work its all policy and leads and such." Sharon just laughed.

"Well maybe it is, if you are on set of Law and Order. However I used to work in IA. I lived in the world of policing the police. I had to use every trick in the book sometimes." Miranda was intrawled, so much so that she almost missed Sharon stepping into a little cafe. "This is a treasure, something only know to the locals. Ah Cindy hello dear." Sharon addressed the woman behind the counter and was rewarded with a deep smile and a wink.

"Keeping it casual today Cap?"

"How many times must I tell you to call me Sharon?"

"At least one more," the reply was always the same, and the interaction was more for show than meaning anything anymore. "Cindy, I would like you to meet Miranda Priestly, she has some strange idea that my life and job is interesting enough to put it in her magazine."

"Pleasure to meet you, any friend of Cap's is a friend of mine." Miranda smiled briefly and after they ordered and found a seat in the corner. "Ok, I'm ready for the onslaught of questions I am sure is to come my way." Sharon braced herself comically against the table. Miranda chuckled and pulled out a tape recorder.

"Really it isn't so bad as all that. You are making it seem as though I am putting you through the inquisition. I just want to know why and how you got into the force for starters."

"Oh that's an easy one. I was newly married and my husband had just gotten into law school. He was a few years older than me so the plan was for me to put him through school and then he would do the same for me. I was tending bar for awhile, and making enough to get by but then I found myself pregnant when Jack was in his final year of law school. By the time he graduated I was too busy with a newborn and work to even consider going back to school, but with only one income and really no prospects for me, who is going to hire a Political Science major, I knew I needed to look elsewhere. It was then that I saw an ad for the LAPD. So I took it. The academy was challenging and when I graduated I was recruited right into IA where I quickly rose through the ranks and was successful in changing the policy and the way the LAPD handles their investigations. The rest you could say is history."

"You have mentioned that the reactions of your fellow officers have been less that pleasant towards you and in reaction to your position in IA. Can you expand on that?" Miranda was finding that she fell quite easily back into the role of interviewing someone, though it had been more than 25 years since she had done it.

"Oh yes my fellow officers. They saw me, and still see me as the wicked witch of IA. I have been called Darth Raydor, don't tell them but I really like that one. I thought it was quite clever. I have been the butt of jokes for more years than I can remember. And through it all, I had three and raised three children and my marriage grew and fell apart. There was a time when it was more important that the ring remained on my finger, so I stayed. There was a time when it was more important to career to be silent when my fellow colleagues got promotes I was more qualified for.

However, that time has passed. I no longer chose to remain quiet about the inner workings of the LAPD. It is and has always been a man's world an old boy's club if you can say that. Women were allowed to only reach so far without doing something stupid like sleeping with the boss, something that I have never allowed myself to do. Instead I worked hard, I changed policy, my mark was made on the department and allowed my legacy to be built.

My promotion was something of a backhanded compliment but it placed me in control of one of the most influential departments in the LAPD. Major Crimes, I handle the worst of the worst and for that I and by extension the LAPD gets the press. I know why I was placed in this role, but what those in power don't realize is by doing that I, the former queen of IA, now holds the highest female rank of the LAPD in one of the most important departments."

Sharon took a deep breath and a long drink of her coffee, she had given this 'interview' a lot of thought and realized that she could use this to her benefit. The LAPD was in her debt so deep that they had no hope of getting out. With the whole Chief Johnson scandal that she prevented from getting out and out of hand to the many number of times that her quick thinking saved the LAPD millions of dollars because some high ranking Captain thought with the brain between his legs rather than between his ears.

Miranda knew that she wasn't going to get anything else out of Sharon, but really what more could she ask for. This powerhouse had just proven the power struggle between men and women of the force and the differences that still exist today. With the interview wrapped up, there was no reason for Miranda to remain in LA.

"Okay, my assistant will be touch with you in the coming weeks to arrange a time for you to come out to LA for the photoshoot." Sharon rolled her eyes, this she was not looking forward to. "Sharon, it will be fine, maybe you will have some fun with it." Miranda couldn't believe she was trying so hard to convince her to do this, it was usually the other way around, people begging Miranda to be in the magazine.

"Yes, I know. I agreed to do it and I won't back out on my agreements. I just don't see why you want me to be the cover. Can't you find someone, oh I don't know, on the right side of 60?" Miranda's jaw dropped, there was no way this woman was over 60. "Oh come now, I know you have done your research or at least your team has, don't try to tell me you didn't know."

"No way you are older than me," was the only response Mirana could come out with. "Give me your wallet."

"Are you serious," Sharon couldn't believe this was happening, but allowed Miranda this request. Sharon pulled her license out of her purse and handed it over. Sure enough 61 years old, Miranda stared and Sharon just grinned. "Not that I'm not flattered but what is the sudden interest in my age?"

"I am 52, you look far younger than I do." Miranda was seething. "What is your secret, your job is high stress, you work all the time and yet you look younger than I am. People stop and stare when you walk by, men and women. You attract both more than half your age, do you even realize?"

Sharon was laughing by this point, "Oh Miranda, it's that I don't care that makes me all the more sexy. Don't get me wrong there are days when my age does bother me but for the most part I don't allow it to be of a concern. Not caring and allowing yourself to be free, that is the true beauty. And yes of course I notice, and while we are on that topic, when were you going to tell me that you are also one of the those 'oh so many' who stop and stare at me?" Sharon had moved closer as she kept talking and plucked her license out of Miranda's hand. She allowed her voice to become husky and watched Miranda's eyes darken.

Miranda stood still and watched this vixen stalk across the floor towards her. When she was within grabbing distance, Miranda reached out.