Chapter Text
It was the general consensus between the two women that any time Deputy Chief Johnson and Captain Raydor were both summoned to a meeting that they were inevitably going to get bitched at for failure to work together cohesively.
The women reached Assistant Chief Pope’s closed office door at the same moment and shaared a look. In that look they declared a momentary truce and promise to turn any snark onto Pope, provided neither woman was personally or disproportionately reprimanded by their superior officer. Sharon nodded to the door, allowing Brenda to enter first.
Pope and Delk were both seated in the office and a feeling of dread passed between Brenda and Sharon.
“Have a seat.” Delk motioned to the empty chairs. They sat cautiously. “What do you know about Kobol?”
The question surprised them both. Surely they hadn’t been called into a meeting with two LAPD high ups to be quizzed about current events. Sharon furrowed her brow and answered with uncertainty, “former British colony, fell behind the iron curtain during the cold war but adopted a democratic government… in the 70s?... but they’ve been engaged in a pretty nasty civil war.”
“Yes, the original inhabitants, the cylos, have been fighting the colonists for control of the government. The president is ready to sign a treaty with the U.S. for exclusive rights to their coltan. The cylos think that if the colonists and the U.S. join forces then the war is over for them. The Vice President has publicly spoken out against President Roslin’s policies so she’s in danger right up until she’s able to sign the treaty.”
“Why did you call us up here?” Brenda interrupted, her patience reaching its limits.
“She needs protection.” Delk said simply.
Brenda scoffed. “And Captain Raydor and I are the only ones for the job? There are units and agencies who specialize in diplomat protection. I’m not one of them.”
“Brenda, would you just let him finish?” Pope rolled his eyes; Brenda scowled.
Sharon took the opportunity to voice her nagging concern. “Why is this taking place in Los Angeles instead of Washington, D.C.?”
“Captain, have you ever seen a picture of President Roslin?”
Sharon shook her head slowly.
Delk picked up a file folder from the table and handed it to Sharon. “The mayor personally asked for your cooperation in this matter.”
Sharon opened the file and stared, dumbstruck, at the enclosed photo with it’s trimmed edges.
“That’s the dossier on President Roslin, you should hold on to that.”
“You want me… to pretend to be the president while she’s in L.A. so that if I get shot she’ll still be able to sign the treaty.”
“Yes.” Delk nodded once.
“I have children, sir, my youngest is still a dependent.”
“As Chief Johnson pointed out, though, there are security agencies and you will be protected at all times. In fact, during her visit you’ll be safer impersonating her than walking around in your own life. She’s accompanied every where she goes by Admiral Adama, her secretary of defense.”
“I’m afraid to ask…” Brenda butted in, “but how do I fit into all of this?”
“While all eyes are on Captain Raydor the mayor wants Major Crimes to keep an eye on the president.”
“No! Absolutely not! Major Crimes solves crimes.”
“Your department is on thin ice and should prove its flexibility if it wants to stay together.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Friendly advice.”
“So I’m babysitting some foreign president and Captain Raydor gets to live in fancy hotels, eat at nice restaurants and get escorted around by some hunky admiral?”
“Excuse me.” Sharon turned to glare at Brenda, “you’re forgetting that they’re proposing dangling me out as bait. I could get shot.”
“The one upside.” Brenda grumbled.
“Officers.” Delk snapped, “it’s not doing either of you any good to argue or bicker about this because it’s not a choice. These are your orders. Chief Johnson, the president will be with you starting this upcoming Monday, at which point any open cases will be reassigned to Robbery/Homicide. Captain Raydor, I suggest you spend the next couple of days familiarizing yourself with President Roslin and you’ll spent the weekend being coached in her mannerisms.”
“I have a previous engagement on this Tuesday, sir.”
“Break it, Captain, or hand in your badge.”
Sharon reached into her purse, her hand closed around her badge. Everyone held their breath, wondering if she was really going to do it – inclusing Sharon – finally she let go of the metal and stuffed the file into her purse. “Fine.”