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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 14:00:27 GMT -6
Izaak had watched the press conference shortly after finding out that there would be one. Well, it looked like Cuevas would get a new attorney assigned to him. Assuming, of course, he was tried by mundane laws and not by unseen laws. He could be held accountable for both now, couldn't he? A lot of the blow up from the unveiling was still beign settled. The idea of having an entire community of people living amongst them, held to a different legal standard was concerning for some.
He still pitied the unseen in the parts of the world that had reacted with violence, with camps and with anger. And it was only going to get worse as people had time to react.
It was still weird to hear about it on TV, and not in furtive whispers. He waited for it to be over, gave her time to get back to her office, and dialed her phone number. He had been able to look it up after all, given the push for accountability.
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Post by Circe on Feb 10, 2019 15:10:20 GMT -6
Catherine had not enjoyed the press conference, and could safely say if asked, that that was not a duty she was happy to do. Sitting down at her desk for the first time that day, she realized just how little sleep she had gotten the night before. Most of it had been spent awake, worrying if the arrest would happen without incident and if anyone of her officers would get hurt in the process. Then there had been the press conference and standing there in front of all of those people, talking about a world and set of laws that had formerly been only privy to special populations.
"Dumitrescu." She answered, making an effort to suppress a tired yawn. Catherine hadn't bothered to look at the caller ID, as most calls she received were internal from other departments in the large, sprawling facility not far from Parkland hospital.
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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 16:49:16 GMT -6
"Catherine." He greeted, making certain to be polite. He hated to step on any toes after all. "I saw your press conference today. Congratulations on the arrest." And wasn't that not a shock at all. Really, she did have a special relationship with the truth. "I'm glad such a dangerous man is no longer free." Too bad there hadn't been evidence at the trial he had represented him at. Then he would have been caught that much sooner.
Why was he even calling? Wasn't she supposed to be nothing to him now? As if she could ever be nothing to him. They're relationship had always been intense, and he had no doubt that now that they'd crossed paths again, it would be just as intense as ever soon.
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Post by Circe on Feb 10, 2019 17:01:30 GMT -6
"Izaak?" She asked wondering how he had gotten the number, but then quickly realized that most things could be found through an information request. MCU had made certain that things were relatively transparent as they went forward with Council's determination to reveal the unseen to the rest of humanity. While hiding in the dark wasn't exactly Catherine's idea of a good time, she could also understand the need to provide protection to the most vulnerable members of the unseen. They still had their network of whispers and rumors, but with the introduction to the wider world the actual truth just went further underground. "It was only a matter of time, and fortunately DPD was more than willing to be cooperative." She commented. In fact, the police seemed all too eager to have a group to call out to deal with some of the weirder things in the city. After all, Dallas had numerous immigrants from various different countries, and each brought their own culture and ideals with them to their new home. That meant that religions and possibly forms of magic came as well.
"But, why did you call? Is there something wrong?" Catherine asked hesitantly. While keeping the lines of communication open could prove invaluable, she wasn't sure that she wanted to risk the relationship that came with it again.
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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 17:13:19 GMT -6
"Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to congratulate you." And call her out on the obvious lie. While she may not have made the arrest herself, he had no doubt that she was the one who ordered it. The commissioner had called her a warden after all, and he knew what that meant. "My family is safer now. Could I take you out to lunch as a thanks?" They both knew that much of his family were proud to be werewolves, proud to be members of the Cedar Ridge pack. He was still ashamed of the background.
No one at the office knew of his connections to the unseen. Most of the local unseen didn't know of his connections either. Really, it was only Cedar Ridge that did, given how very quiet he kept any connection to them. He wanted nothing to do with the unseen, and that was the simple truth.
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Post by Circe on Feb 10, 2019 17:24:36 GMT -6
A sharp intake of breath came from Catherine as she heard the words thanks and congratulate again before falling silent. Counting mentally back from ten she tried to think of what to say. She really wished she could explain the whole reasoning behind her avoidance of the phrase and irritation towards it. Being raised fae came with some cultural baggage that most humans saw as overtly polite. While she hadn't lied to him, she had been truthful when she said she wouldn't be the one arresting him.
"I see. I'll meet you for lunch, but not to thank me. You'll just.. place yourself in my debt. Please don't do that Izaak." Catherine appealed, finally able to speak without launching herself into yet another fight with her ex.
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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 17:36:16 GMT -6
"Ah. I apologize. I forgot how much you dislike that word. To celebrate your success then." She had always been so picky over the word. It was ridiculous, but it was uniquely her and he knew it. He hadn't met anyone else who gasped at being thanked then. "Say, this Thursday at 11:30?" Hopefully she'd be available. "We can meet at the bistro in Highland Park that you like." Bistro 31 was the sort of location that didn't list the prices on their menu. Or rather, it did but only as a side note. It was upscale, and it had some italian dishes that he knew she liked.
It also had some meals he liked. He was especially fond of the grilled scottish salmon. this would be an excellent excuse to eat there, and she already dressed well enough for it. She had always been a sharp dresser after all, though she could do with more skirts.
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Post by Circe on Feb 10, 2019 17:50:27 GMT -6
"It's fine, forget it." Catherine said raising a hand to rub her temples where a migraine from the stress of everything was worming it's way into her skull. The fae was the one thing always off the table to discuss with Izaak, even when questions arose about where she'd been raised. Her response was always Kent, in South Eastern England. It wasn't a lie, but it was yet another one of the partial truths she'd managed to construct during times when it wasn't exactly safe to speak the whole truth.
"Make it 12:00 and we have a deal, Izaak." She then confirmed. Admittedly she wasn't enthused with the idea of meeting him at the restaurant, but one lunch couldn't hurt. After all, he had links back to the Cedar Ridge Pack, a group that had always been rather pretentious about how much sway they held politically.
Catherine just hoped something would come up and she'd have to cancel.
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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 18:00:11 GMT -6
"Noon it is. I'll see you then Catherine." Hopefully it would go smoothly too. He waited for her goodbyes then hung up. Well, at least he had an excuse to see her again. They were terrible for each other, but he couldn't deny that spending time with her was always electric.
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Thursday arrived and Izaak had made certain to arrive a little early so as to secure them a table to sit at. He had managed to get one next to the large arched windows, one of the two seaters with bucket seats. The round marble tabletop meant they'd be in close quarters, but there was still enough room for their plates and their drinks. A glass of fresh ice cold water was at both settings, along with a dark red-brown cloth napkin. Hopefully she wouldn't mind the decor. She never seemed to before after all, but he had always been terrible at understanding her moods and whims.
Still the location was upscale, classy, and the food was delicious. There was very little to not like about Bistro 31.
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Post by Circe on Feb 10, 2019 18:20:12 GMT -6
Catherine arrived about five minutes past the time they had initially agreed upon, but as the maitre de showed her over to where Izaak sat there was no denying that she cut a sharp and elegant figure. She knew how best to dress and wear her hair to accentuate her height, figure and coloring. At least when she wasn't so busy and over worked she couldn't manage much more than a clean blouse, slacks, and somewhat coordinating blazer. But, the week had been fairly uneventful enough that Catherine had managed one of her trademark ink colored suits with the gold buttons and silk blouse underneath. Her hair had been curled into tidy waves and minimal makeup had been applied.
Seeing Izaak already there, she frowned and checked her watch. She was only five to ten minutes late. "I apologize for running so late." She explained as she took her seat, turning to slip her purse over the back of the chair. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long."
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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 18:25:53 GMT -6
"Not long at all." He assured her easily. He had been wondering if she wasn't going to come after all, but it appeared that she had just been running late. He'd have hated to be stood up. "I'm glad you were able to make it. No doubt you're terribly busy." She had always thrown herself into work. Then again, so had he. They were both dedicated to their jobs after all, and he knew that meant long hours, long days, and short weekends, when you got them. If you got them.
"How have you been since our last meeting, Catherine?" He stood and waied for her to sit before sitting down again. He did have manners after all, and used them very well.
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Post by Circe on Feb 10, 2019 18:35:55 GMT -6
"Like you mentioned...Very busy Izaak, there's a shortage of people and a back log of things to do." Catherine explained sneaking a look at the time on her phone as she placed it on silent and slipped it back into her purse. This was going to be a very long lunch, she could tell already by the way Izaak was acting.
"I'm sure you've been busy as well. I heard through the grapevine that you were on the short list for Dallas County DA." She mentioned, trying to be somewhat accommodating. Catherine was more confused than anything else as to where this sudden lunch invitation came from, after the initial separation the two had spent a great deal of time just avoiding each other, licking their wounds and attempting to regroup. They had tried again to make it work, but that was when Catherine had found out that Izaak was seeing someone on the side, again. She remembered saying that apparently an old dog couldn't be taught new tricks before leaving for good.
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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 18:42:54 GMT -6
He smiled at that, all too pleased. "I hope to get the position. I've been working hard towards it." He had all the right credentials and the right connections. He only needed to get the right people to approve and then he'd have the position. He was a shoe in really, but Dallas was large. There was always competition, even for obvious races. "I'm glad you were able to find a position after your wrongful incarceration. I know it can be difficult."
He had seen enough people go back to a life or crime, or even begin a new one if they had been wrongfully convicted. When you deprived a man of basic skills and basic needs, he would turn to crime, at least in his experience. People with decent jobs, or who were too busy, didn't tend to crime at all. Oh there were exceptions of course, but not often, not really.
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Post by Circe on Feb 10, 2019 18:49:13 GMT -6
Catherine's face for the briefest of moments twisted into a grimace before returning to it's carefully schooled neutrality. "Yes, well I seem to have sympathetic friends in some fairly high places." She replied. It also helped to have had a Councilor for a father, and a friend willing to fight for her side in the matter of her case. Alexander had been absolutely crucial to getting the majority judgement of the Council, led by Agathon overturned.
Broadmoore had been a nightmare, and while she may have largely healed physically from the abuse suffered at the hands of it's staff; Catherine had yet to truly even begin to heal mentally from it all. She still suffered from insomnia and night terrors just to name a few. There were still days when she found herself looking over her shoulder, waiting to see what punishment she would incur this time for her perceived crimes.
"Hopefully the position opens up for you. I'm sure it would be beneficial to your career."
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Post by demikara on Feb 10, 2019 18:58:42 GMT -6
"Th-" He stopped himself and reworded. "How kind. I hope you see success in your field as well." Even if he didn't understand it at all. It was lucky she had those friends in high places. Otherwise, he had no doubt she'd still be in the prison she had been sentenced too. He had been told it was no retreat either.
Outside, across the street, Molly leaned against a tree, watching through the window. They had a decent view of Catherine and her date and she was all too curious as to how it was going. It didn't look like it was going well. She had made that 'you idiot' face, even if it was only for a moment. "Who is that?"
Brandon scoffed, having seen exactly who it is. "My uncle. He's a bastard. Why is she on a date with him?" Who would want to go on a date with him? That was a terrible idea.
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