Getting Back Together

May 02, 2018:

Renee Montoya and Kate Kane catch up again.

Gotham Midtown Cafe

A nice cafe on he upper side of Gotham.

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Harvey Bullock

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\#https://youtu.be/WQtGqmi2O2U Say - John Mayer]


Fade In…

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It's a rather nice weekday afternoon, which means that for Kate, it's her early morning. Fortunately, she had no meetings today, so she's just out for a bit of a walk to get away from the office and stretch her legs. Wearing shades while sipping a cup of coffee, she has all the look of someone that pulled an all-nighter.

If people only knew…

*

Renee always looks like she's pulled an all-nighter. She must be working tonight because that's the only reason that she'd be at a cafe in the middle of the day with a briefcase and an expression that speaks of broken promises and unsolved mysteries. Right now she's glaring at a page past the brim of a cup, her hat shaodwing her features just enough it's not immediately obvious who it is. The charcoal gray jacket gives it away in the end. Montoya's on a case and it's likely she didn't sleep last night and she won't tomorrow. Even Kate practices better sleep hygiene. Sometimes.

*

Well, if there's two things that Kate recognizes, it's the hat, and the coat. Pausing a bit on the street outside the cafe, she glances in at Renee, a bit of indecision on her features. Then, on a spur of the moment decision, she goes into the cafe, discretely throwing her coffee cup away on the way in, and orders a mocha with an extra shot of espresso. Not too loudly, of course, but loud enough that a certain detective could easily tell who it is…

*

And yet Renee doesn't look up. She sips rather measuredly from the cup she's holding before crushing it in her let hand a tossing it over her shoulder atthe garbage can behind her. it bounces off the rim and skitters across the floor to become just another piece of random refuse scattered about the city. This one, at least, will be quickly retrived by the staff.

Renee comes to her feet and adjusts the gloves she typically prefers to wear, tugs once on the brim of her ht t okeep it balanced forward, andthen turns on a heel. She hasn't even looked in Kate's direction as she makes her way back toward the counter. "Katherine," a soft alto voice calls softly by way of greeting. Renee is beside her now and finally looks directly at her former lover's face. "You look … Well actually, you look like shit. Gorgeous, but not really in a grreat place. Not sleeping any better since I saw you last?"

*

Kate laughs softly, "That's what I love about you Renee, you know exactly what a woman wants to hear." She tilts her head, giving Renee a wry look, "Actually, I'm doing… um, a lot better than I was before. Getting involved with the company and such, the family business." She grins, "But sometimes I still have those really late nights. How have you been? Working on a case?"

*

"Am I ever not?" Renee asks, a faint smile crossing her lips as she tilts her head slightly. She meets Kate's expression slowly, taking a second to study the taller woman's features. "Can't quite get a handle on this one," she continues, shaking her head slowly. "But I'm close. I can feel it. And… Family business? You? Starting to get bored of the partying? Good for you. I still can't get past the pack a day. I could try harder, I guess."

*

Kate hmms, "Well, I seem to remember someone I cared about a lot telling me that I was pissing my life away… so, yeah, decided to go for a fresh start. Took a few years to get it together, but." She chuckles, "And yeah, I suppose I am getting bored of the partying." Though you wouldn't know it from the tabloids, but there's lying to paparazzi, and lying to Renee. One of them is a lot easier than the other.

*

"…I'm sorry. I meant it but I wasn't trying to-" Renee stops herself and shakes her head once, briefly biting her bottom lip before taking a deep breath. "I'm really gladto hear it, Kate," she finishes quietly. "So… Come sit with me?" She gestures toward her table. "Best seat in the house. Only seat in the house… Anyway."

*

Kate grins, "Don't be sorry. Well, you can be a little sorry… but, well, I did need a kick in the ass." She takes her coffee from the somewhat amused barista, and gives Renee a look, "And I'd be happy to sit with you, Renee. Lead on."

*

Renee nods. Slowly. Then she starts back toward her seat, shaking her head once asshe does. She shoves aside a stack of papers, closes a file folder, andthen sits in the chair on the left half of the table. "So…." The door opens not far away with the telltale ring of an electronic bell and a gust of air. Renee shakes her head once. "So," she asks in a measured way. "Is being a responsible billionnaire as boring as it sounds?"

*

Kate laughs softly, "Pretty much, yeah. But on the bright side, I never have to worry about a parking space." She looks down at her coffee cup, as if suddenly fascinated by the texture of the paper, then glances back up at Renee, "So, still partnered with Harvey Bullock, or did they get you a new one?"

*

"I tried to trade him in for a newer model but the department said no one else wanted to work with me either so we're stuck with eachother," Renee replies drily. "You know, Harvey's lost twenty pounds this year. They put a limit on the number of donuts you can take out of the break room during your breaks." Renee shrugs lightly at that and briefly glances at the door, her gaze following the man who just entered. "Bullock keeps telling me I was an idiot. You know, for everything. But us, specifically."

*

Kate grins, "Idiot for getting involved, or idiot for breaking it off?" She chuckles a little at the donut bit, "You know, there's a little company in Idaho that makes high-protein low-carb donuts… thinking of investing in them. That's gotta be a draw…" She then winks at Renee, "Think that'd be fairly popular around here."

*

"I have a feeling that it'd go over great as long as Harvey can still cover it in three inches of glaze," Renee replies, shaking her head as she does. "I don't know. I do my best to subsist on coffee and booze. Doing an okay job of it so far." She leans back slightly in her seat and closes her eyes for a second. She answers much more softly, "For breaking it off. Brings it up all the time. I' mnot sure he's wrong."

*

Kate tilts her head, and that's when Renee feels Kate's hand over hers. The redhead smiles slightly at Renee, and she says, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you, Renee. Because… well, I did." She gets a bit of a wry look, "I /have/ changed, and a lot of it was thanks to you."

*

"I haven't changed," Renee replies distinctly. "And that was in spite of all of your best efforts.' She watches Kate from across the table, her fingers curlng slightly where Kate has captured her hand. Renee pauses for a second and tilts her head slightly to the left. "Kate, I…" Am terrible at talking about my feelings.

*

Kate grins, "Yeah, I know." Fortunately, Kate knows Renee is horrible at it, because she is too. She then says, "So… think you'll be off the case by Friday night?" She has a bit of an impish look at that, watching Renee with a mixture of fondness and amusement.

*

"No," Renee replies, shaking her head once. "This one is going to be a lot of sleepless nights." she pauses for a second and then adds halfway under her breath, "…But I'm waiting on some lab results and I might be able to sneak away tonight."

*

Kate blinks, then smiles, "That sounds good to me. Want to just come by my place then, when you're free?" She looks sympathetic at the mention of sleepless nights, giving Renee's hand a squeeze.

*

"If you let me go back to work I'll forget to come by," renee admits quietly. She squeezes Kate's hand as well. "If you want I can finish this up in ten minutes or so and go with you now?"

*

Kate pauses, just a second, then she smiles, "Nice thing about being a CEO… I can set my own schedule. Ten minutes, then we can go back to my place? And make sure you get some proper food before you go back on the clock."

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