Pairing: Will Pope/Sharon Raydor
Rating: T (?)
Disclaimer/Spoilers: Don't own them, of course, The Closer and its characters are property of James Duff and TNT. I just borrow them to play around. No spoilers, really.
It felt strange and not strange at all at the same time. Sharon Raydor leaned against the wall by the elevators, tapping one heel calmly on the floor.
Will Pope leaned next to her, his hands tucked in his pockets.
It marked the first time they had seen each other since the early hours of the morning, when Sharon got a call out and had to slip from his warm arms and go to the scene.
Will fidgeted. Sharon chewed her lip absently, humming under her breath.
He fidgeted again, glancing around.
“So.” She grinned. “Hi.”
“This is awkward, isn’t it?”
“Sort of.” He scratched the back of his neck. “It is, but then it isn’t.”
Sharon laughed. “I know! Weird, right?”
Will laughed along with her. They both stepped forward into the elevator. He stopped awkwardly, gesturing. “Oh, sorry…go ahead.”
He joined her in the box, whistling off-tune. He cleared his throat and glanced at the lit numbers.
Sharon grinned. “Wanna grab a pizza and fuck?”