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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 24, 2009 16:15:44 GMT -5
Matt had actually meant died. Him being replaced wasn't really an option. Sure some superiors got fed up with his heroics and lack of respect for authority versus his own decisions but he was DAMN good at his job. He had been around the block once or twice and he was a pro. Regardless of what Kate thought in comparison to him the bottom line is her own thought process was bold and would end up getting them both killed while Matt's tended to only risk his own limbs to save others.
Undercover Matt was a pro. He had done it enough times that he inhabited a character with the ease that it took some people to piss in the morning. It was all just routine and he usually always delivered, and then some. He got the job done and often stayed late nights in the office to finish up the paperwork so things could be closed. NOTHING was left open on his watch and he liked it that way. Luckily, the Bureau also supported this which is why he recieved a decent little salary.
Kate was a thrill seeker, plain and simple, and Matt heard the term tossed around in various meetings with superiors. None of them wanted to take her. It wasn't like Matt was stuck with her or anything, it was either that or she worked alone which would either lead to her death or dismisal for her bold choices without thought. Matt had been around enough time to get away with certain choices that he made, Kate being new really didn't have much room to mess around. Half the time Matt just figured she wanted to kill herself off with how she behaved.
Well, someone had to look after her and Matt felt obligated to, whether she liked it or not.
"Pain, with out love, Pain. I can't get enough. Pain. I like it ruff. Cause I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all."
God these lyrics and the complete emo-ness of it all gave him a headache. "Alright. That's that." He was all too eager when the song neared the end to reach out and click the off button on the station so they didn't have to listen to it anymore. These kids and their music. Everyone was miserable, wasn't music supposed to be an escape? Who wanted to listen to music that made you want to gag yourself and ram yourself against a wall? Apparently Kate. That's who.
After a few more seconds of feeling incredibly antsy with nothing going on, he drummed his hands impatiently on the steering wheel, gritting his teeth together. He could be a man of few words and was easily overwhelmed outside of the work scene, and this was one of those times.
"Don't you young folks listen to anything that isn't absolutely miserable?" He sighed tiredly, still not looking at her as he watched the road in front of him. "Anything that doesn't make you want to completely off yourself?"
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 24, 2009 16:36:33 GMT -5
Kate found herself singing most of the song, expect for the parts were Matt talked through. It wasn't a very long sound so in a minute or she was done. Turning down the music she looked at him with intense eyes. She wasn't one to really care if people like her music or not. But Three Days Grace was her favorite band and now Matt was trying to get her to get rid of it. He was right, though, it was kind of emo, but she liked it. Maybe she did want to kill herself sometimes, but she didn't did she. And what if she did? He could do anything about it. "It's just music. You don't want to off yourself just because the song told you so. Its like in the 70s when people thought the music told them to kill people, it just doesn't happen." She said turning the station, again no wanted to really bug Matt to much, they were going to have to live together for a few days.
Then there was the fact that the two of them always got stuck together. Kate knew that the other agents didn't want her. And she was fine with that. She was best on her own anyway, that's what she did before going to CT. She worked on her own. Nothing more nothing less. But Matt just couldn't let her do that. He just could let her get herself killed. Even though he knew she was going to end up taking him down with her. That was his choose though. In truth she didn't need anyone to take care of herself. She had gotten through well enough as it where.
Flipping through a few more stations she found another one of her favorite songs. She smiled, not singing this time. "What do you think of this one. Its not all emo and depressing. It has a pretty nice message." In truth it was kind of about death and all. "I am the way, I am the light. I am the dark in side the night. I hear your hope, I feel your dream. And in the dark I hear your dreams." She sang under her breathe. But it had a happy ending to the song. "And for all the years you followed and for all the tears you hid and for all the things you had to keep inside."
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 26, 2009 13:44:28 GMT -5
"It's just music. You don't want to off yourself just because the song told you so. Its like in the 70s when people thought the music told them to kill people, it just doesn't happen."
Matthew sighed, his dark eyes following the road as the scenery whisked past. "If the world is miserable enough as is, why would you choose to make yourself feel like that in the few moments that you have to yourself?" He knew that Kate probably whole heartedly disagreed, she did with just about everything that he said, but he hoped that she wouldn't argue it. One thing was sure about their arguments and that was both were often too stubborn to step down, and on the rare occasion that Matthew stepped aside so they could take a break, he still didn't value his opinion any less. He just didn't do cat fights.
Thankfully she changed the station and Matthew wanted to be relieved for it, but he waited instead to see what kind of station/song she eventually settled on. Knowing Kate it'd probably be something that she knew would intentionally irk him, like Beyonce, or Britney Spears, or Chris Brown. God he hated Chris Brown, lately for more reasons than just his music. Don't hit girls. Wasn't that the first rule that every boy learned on the playground?
Kate finally settled on a song/station and asked him to listen. His eyes momentarily drifted toward the radio before they moved back on the road, but he was listening.
"And for all the years you followed and for all the tears you hid and for all the things you had to keep inside."
"It's better than the last one." He admitted. Sure he wasn't going to become this band's groupie or anything, but it was definitely tolerable. And so, in quiet he listened, turning the wheel and pressing the gas accordingly. "It's about hiding from people though. A lot of the songs you like, I'm learning, are about hiding." He noted nonchalantly, knowing the comment probably would rub Kate the wrong way but that was part of the joy of it all.
Between him and Kate was the compartment where he had shoved the cd from earlier, alongside it now were other cds. Beatles, some old rock, some jazz, and then there were a few blank CDs labeled 'Studio'. Those were Matt's recordings and no one from the Bureau ever listened to them. He liked keeping those things in his life seperate and besides, he didn't think that he was any good anyways.
"Don't you listen to anything... Happier?"
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 26, 2009 14:37:02 GMT -5
Kate just ignored Matt. She didn't want to fight the reason behind her music choose. True it was kind of depressing to listen to some of the music. But why hid the fact that the world is a terrible place. If you do that then when the tragedies hit it only makes you more sad. But If you know it is coming then you don't get as sad. She knew that Matt would never understand her way of thinking. Even if he had gone through the same thing she did, he still would be the same guy he was now. Its just how it was.
When the song ended she looked at Matt. He seemed to like it more than the last one, but still he wasn't that big of a fan. No big deal. When he asked if she listened to anything happy she thought about that. Some times she listened to country, but she only listened to the songs that made you cry, even though they might have a Happy ending. But even if she did listen to the happy songs, she wasn't going to tell any one she listened to country. Most people hated it, and she didn't want to be the one straw in the hay stack that liked it. Anyway what would be say if they knew the strong Kate Saunders listened to touchy feely country?
Instead of answering the question with the, yeah, she would have answered with she sighed and slide back into her seat. "Why don't you put in one of your famous CDs, then?" It sounded a lot more bratish then she had intended. In a way she was giving him his way, something that was very rare. But she couldn't just give in or she would look weak. Something she promised she would never let happen.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 26, 2009 15:35:00 GMT -5
"Why don't you put in one of your famous CDs, then?"
This was the one comment Kate had said that seemed to catch him off guard, hell, it even made him fumble for a moment. "My CDs?" He managed to get the question out as he blinked, trying desperately hard to keep his focus on the road. What did she mean by that? Did she know he played guitar and made music or did she mean his own personal cd collection? There were so many ways to interpret those few words in that particular arrangement!
He was actually nervous. The great and heroic, very stoic Matthew Grimadli was actually nervous! He felt his fingers tighten around the steering wheel and he made himself swallow, lifting his back up a tad from the back of his seat. Practically resting his arms and upper body on the wheel he did his best to gather his thoughts together despite his momentary lapse of judgement.
"I don't like any music." He blatantly lied in a flat voice. God his insides burned with that one. He loved music. There was work, his family, and then his music. Luckily he lived a life where he could have all three (or most of them anyways). How could he have even said those words aloud? Inwardly he cringed. He was feeling like it was the equivalent to swearing in front of his grandmother in the middle of church on Easter. It was bad. For a moment he even felt sick.
"Don't own any music." This was also clearly a lie because he had just removed a CD from the disc player. He was faultering and he knew it. He could handle drug dealers, but now his own damn partner.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 28, 2009 10:52:39 GMT -5
Kate was completely shocked by Matt's lasp of person. It was so obvous that he was trying to hid something. Something that he thought Kate knew about. She smiled to herself for a moment, knowing Matt was to worried to notice it at that moment. Then her face feel blank of all expressions. A face that she often used on the job. A face that she was so good as pulling up that even when she wanted to cry or scream she could have on. That's what made her such a good undercover agent.
"You don't like any music? I find that hard to believe." She said calmly going through all the reasons he didn't want her to hear his music. There was so many reasons that she decided that best way to figure it out was to continue to act like she knew and keep her statements basic. She was pretty sure he just didn't want her to know what music he listened to, but then she could be wrong. "Hey!" She exclaimed over dramatically, "What about that CD? The one that was in the player before?" She smirked knowing that it had to be something good to make him mess up that much. he faced some of the worst people day in and day out and yet he was making mistakes talking about music. "Why not put that CD in?" She chirped loving this little game. "And I'll know if it isn't the same CD, I have really good ears you know." She added. It all seemed to have to do with that one CD. He was might quick at taking it out, meaning he didn't want her to hear it. Meaning that she had him in a thrush hold. The one thing she really didn't think about was him refusing to do it. And why would he, she was lower than him. But if he didn't she wouls just break into the car later that night and listen to it.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 28, 2009 16:35:32 GMT -5
"What about that CD? The one that was in the player before?" Oh great. Just great. He felt his fingers suqeeze the steering wheel again and his throat went dry. Why did Kate have to be so damned stubborn and curious? Already his minds wheels were cranking, trying to figure out a lie but he knew she wouldn't buy any of the ones that he came up with.
She wanted to listen to his CD, not just his CD, but HIS music. Of course she didn't know that it was him on the cd. Matt was very careful NO ONE knew about what he did. He had been rdiciulously careful in fact. Oh god... What could he do? Finally he got an idea. Maybe he could just give her another CD, she wouldn't know the difference, especially if it wasn't labeled.
"Alright." He swallowed and began to reach under the dashboard on Kate's side for another CD, but she caught him before he could even pop it open."And I'll know if it isn't the same CD, I have really good ears you know." DAMN IT. Matt's hand froze and then, very slowly it moved toward the middle compatment between their two seats where he had shoved the cd. His hand would have shaken if he didn't have better control over himself which he had perfected from years undercover. "You're going to hate it." He warned in a muffled, quiet voice not having the heart to even look at the woman.
Swallowing he finally inserted the CD into the radio and pressed play. In the midst of the moment he couldn't even remember what song it would come up on, he was that frazzled. His hands moved back to the steering wheel and grasped it, continuing to drive as the music began to play.Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkjdA1TiI8s
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 29, 2009 10:20:13 GMT -5
Kate was about to call Matt out of trying to scam her before Matt actually slipped the CD in. She wasn't sure if it was the right one or not, but it seemed like Matt was done fighting her. Maybe he really wanted her to here what ever it was, but he thought he didn't and that's why he made it so easy, not that it was all that easy. Kate just thought that he could have fought a lot harder and longer. When he tried to through her off his tracks by saying that she wouldn't like it she only smiled. It didn't matter if she liked it or not, she still wanted to hear it. And who was he to say she wouldn't. He didn't know all about her, he was just assuming that the music she listened to around him was all she liked, which was the way she liked it, but yet some how the comment hurt her. She was suddenly reminded of the way Matt acted when she protested to being "married" to him. Now she kind of understood why he had acted so weird.
When the song started Kate was taken aback a moment. It was her turn to show her shock. The first few seconds of the song pasted by before the words started. Matt was right it wasn't really something she would listen to, but it was good. It was really good. Ehat struck her as odd was the lyrics. Matt had just asked if she listened to anything happy, and to her this songfed sad. The beat up happy but the song sounded like some sort of break up song. It wasn't for another minute that it really struck her. The song finally winded down to an end and Kate sat with out a word for a long moment. Then she pressed pause on the CD player. And again sat in silence for a moment.
Finally finding her words she looked at Matt and asked, "Was that you?" It was hard to tell. It could be anyone. But something told her it was Matt. Between the words and the way he acted only moments ago. She couldn't believe it. Kate had never thought that he sung or made music and what not. She just thought he was a boring old FBI agent. Not that it made much of a difference if he did, he was still the same person. She just wondered why he never told anyone before.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 29, 2009 11:17:43 GMT -5
As the sound of his voice, guitar, and his band overtook the confines of the car Matthew tried desperately hard to keep his concentration on the road. Drive. Just keep driving. Appear disinterested and disconnected and maybe she won't think it's you. Who was he kidding? Kate was smart, she had to be, so of course she'd know, or at least guess. But when she asked should he lie? Should he just not respond? There were so many options and each one seemed less profitable from the first. What was even more concerning to him was that he was actually worried that she might not like it.
This particular song was indeed a breakup song, but not the type you would expect. It had a happy sort of feel despite the subject matter because it was about having a fling with someone you cared about, only to find out that they just wanted to be friends. Matthew had experienced such free spirited women in the past, especially in the city, and he often felt like his heart was ripped in two when he'd start to fall for them and they would say that it was just for fun. Matthew had long seasoned himself for it and now it didn't hurt nearly as much. The song was about accepting the love for the few seconds you had. Life was too short to dwell on the negative for far too long.
But mainly for Matthew it was about being broken up with. That awkward moment lying in bed with someone who held your heart and then told you that they couldn't be with you anymore so you spent that last night together, knowing you wouldn't be a couple the next day. Matt had experienced that too... Once. And it was awful. It was odd such an upbeat song could come of it, but toward the end of the tune despite the upbeatness of it, you could hear the pain in his voice. It was honest. A lot of what Matt did, outside of undercover work, was completely honest and genuine.
Of course he couldn't tell Kate any of this, so for the time being he just sat in silence. God the quiet was killing him. He would have rather sat with the radio on listening to Kate's music than this.
"Was that you?"
"Told you ya wouldn't like it." He avoided the question completely with a bit of a grunt, reaching forward he moved to press the eject button on the CD player. He wasn't sure what hurt more, the fear of what she thought if it was him playing or the fact that she hated the song.. Or seemingly everything he did.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 2, 2009 22:45:14 GMT -5
Kate sat in silence there was no doubt in her mind that it wasn't Matt. She knew, she could tell. But what had her even more was that fact that she liked the song. She loved the feeling that she got from it. Even though she had never been in the situation that the song described the heart that was put into it made her want to cry, It reminded her of all the loss that she had dealt with in her life. Wasn't that just as bad as a break up? Losing a family member, a loved one. She wanted to start crying, but she held it in. She had promised that she would never let anyone see her cry. She didn't speak though, afraid that she wouldn't be able to keep her voice steady. Not even when Matt spoke did she even think about answering. His words only confirmed to her that it was him, even if he didn't say it.
When he went to take the CD out she wanted to reach out a stop him. Kate wanted, needed, to hear more. In the last two or more minutes she had learned more about Matt then she had in the months she had worked with him, and what she saw she liked. She caught herself there. Deciding that she could never here that again. She didn't need the emotional attachment that might come out of it, that's why she kept herself at a distance in the first place. She had no friend, no family. If there was no one there, there was no pain. She had isolated herself. So much so that she had actually never had a boy friend, and despite what people might think she had never sleep with anyone. The only boys she had ever got close to were boys she meet when she was a preteen, nothing more.
Kate looked straight a head at the road, not even noticing the music coming through the speakers. It wasn't until the car stopped, who knows how long after, that she came to. They were parked outside a fairly large house, in a some what classy neighborhood. Kate knew right away that it was there burn house, the place they would be staying. Maybe would call it a home, but not Kate. Though she really only lived in burn houses she had no home, this was just part of the job. Her office if you will. "Home sweet home." Kate muttered kind of coldly sliding out of the car.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 3, 2009 11:50:24 GMT -5
God the silence was actually killing him. She must have hated the music so much that she couldn't even ask him to turn it off. So, in 'hearing' this silent objection Matt reached right out and quickly removed the cd. Briskly he shoved it back into its case and pushed it into the compartment, safely out of sight. Now whatever was on the radio washed over the two partners and frankly, Matt didn't care what song it was as long as it blocked out the silence.
Finally, after an excruitiatingly long time (in his head) they reached the place that they would be staying as their made up indentities. Matthew was all too relieved to step out of the SUV, lock it with the simple press of a button, and promptly stretched up to the sky with a grunt, addressing the crick in his back.
His left hand pushed against his lower back, all the while taking in the house in front of them. Kate did her usual sarcastic thing while Matt chose to busy himself in grabbing the bags out of the trunk and began to carry them toward the door. Once on the front porch he fished his hand into his pocket, finding the key which he tossed to Kate so she could open the door as his hands were full.
"Might as well get used to it." He remarked softly, though he wasn't really looking at her he seemed able to sense her demeanor. "We'll be here for a while."
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 3, 2009 15:12:57 GMT -5
Kate followed Matt to the front porch. At least it seemed like a nice house, no crappy apartment this time. Sure it wouldn't feel like a home but at least it was better then what she normally got stuck with. That was one good thing about being around Matt he always got the nicer ends of the deals, after all the Bureau loved him and would do anything to try and keep him. Catching the keys she unlocked the door. "At least its big." She said walking into the entry way. In truth it wasn't all that large, being two stories with three bedrooms and two and a half baths. At one point in Kate's life she had lived in a house four times as big as this. It was one of the nicest places in D.C. but now she rarely ever thought of that time. She didn't need a bog house, anyway.
"So how long do we have till our first meeting, dear." Kate asked in her Elizabeth accent. It was not only Israel but it was also filled with love, like she worshiped the very ground that he walked on. The awkward silence from the car already forgotten. Now was the time to get into character and be ready to face men that could kill them in one easy movement. It was a dangerous job. One that you had to be able to forget the world and be completely devoted to the character that you were given. And though Kate seemed sarcastic and reckless when it came to her job she really was good at it.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 3, 2009 17:13:20 GMT -5
Matt led the way into the temporary home despite the fact that Kate had opened the door. But his country boy gentleman ways took over and he managed to hold the door open for his partner despite his arms being filled with luggage and everything else he was carrying. Matt always felt the needs to look and care for others, even strangers, before he even thought about taking care of himself. It was part of what made the soft spoken man so popular through the police/bureau circuit.
Once she was inside he set everything down by the stairs with a bit of a grunt. His back sure wasn't what it used to be but he knew it wasn't because of age. It was something else. Back problems did run in his family but he wasn't about to voice this to anyone. His job was all that mattered not his pussy back aching.
"Big enough to get the job done." Matthew commented with a nod as he looked up at the ceiling from where he stood, and then from side to side thoughtfully. Matt had been raised in the country. His family had a farm filled with exotic animals plus a barn that housed gigantic physic experiments so everything seemed small in comparison. It was amazing that he could get by living in an apartment when he was stationed at Counter Terror in between missions. Then again he was a simple man in that respect, and didn't often complain if at all. There were much more important things to be vocalized.
His hands moved to his lower back and he leaned back some with a soft grunt. There. That takes care of that. Looking back to Kate he watched her rather seriously, then again Matt was rarely goofy around anyone (which was hard because he could be a goofy guy) but especially not around Kate. There was no telling how she would react to anything of that nature so anything Matt said or did was often subdued. Any time he did something grandious like batting his eyes at her she'd mock him so there really was no point.
"So how long do we have till our first meeting, dear."
"An hour or so." Matthew responded in his regular voice before bending down to tend to the suitcases. "I'll move these upstairs. Meanwhile work on your tone. You sound like an engenue in West Side Story." This wasn't something Kate would be able to argue with Matt and she probably knew better, so with a grunt they were lifted and he began up the stairs. It was when he was up the fourth step that his phone came out of his backpocket, ringing.
Laying on the floor it lit up and vibrated again and Krys' number/extension flashed across the screen. Matt found himself stuck in the stairwell holding bags as he glanced over his shoulder with a bit of a frown. Damnit all. But he wasn't about to ask Kate to get it. And so he fumbled around a bit, trying to figure out a plan of attack for going backwards down the stairs and failing miserably. All the while the cell phone kept on ringing.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 5, 2009 10:40:41 GMT -5
Kate watched Matt. It was not secret that his back was hurting and had been for a while. At least to Kate it wasn't. Being his partner and all she saw those kinds of things. But he didn't want anyone to know, so she wasn't going to say anything. Just act like she didn't. That's how people got by. Acting that they didn't see what was right in front of them. People wonder why the wife of a murderer didn't know he was killing, because she didn't want him to be one, so in her eyes he wasn't. That's how people got along with life. You couldn't with out doing it. Not that Matt's back problem were anything to compare to a murderer. The only thing was she knew he would hate her if she said anything, maybe think that she thought he couldn't do his job. But then look at her. A drug addict that was undercover with some of the worst guys around and she made it, so why couldn't he.
Nodding Kate watched as he insisted on taking the bags up. Kate hated that. She didn't needed to he taken care of, even though the gesture was a nice one, she still hated it. Instead of fight it she started out of the entry way to take a look around the house. She wanted to see what kinds of place the bureau stuck her in this time. Was there caple TV? She never watched it, but with it they could sit and look at the TV with out worrying about having to talk, much like the radio in the car.
Just as she was about the live the stairs Matt's phone feel to the ground. He looked at it a little pathetically. She wondered why he wouldn't ask for her help. Did he really think she was that heartless? She was just a little rocky on the edges nothing to mean. Sighing she quickly went up the four steps to the phone and picked it up. Looking at the caller ID and opened the it. "Hello, Grimaldi's office, what can I do for you?" She said smiling at Matt who she knew would love her little comment.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 5, 2009 11:01:26 GMT -5
"Hello, Grimaldi's office, what can I do for you?"
Matthew was glancing over his shoulder at Kate during that little answering of the phone and he rolled his eyes. This was not something he often did but once in a while it escaped. His sisters used to do it all of the time, particularly during their teen years at practically everything he said. Not interested in a girl friend of theirs that found him attractive: Roll of the eyes. No hot water: Roll of the eyes. Asking them why they used the phone so darned much: Roll of the eyes. He was bound to pick the habit up eventually!
"Office. Right." Matt nodded quietly, though he had been slightly amused by Kate's sudden 'upper' teasing mood. Be that as it may he had suitcases and bags in his arms so he immediately went back to trudging up the stairs so he could put them away. If he did it quickly enough he could hurry down the stairs and get his phone back and speak to Krys. Not that he minded Kate and Krys speaking, but it was his phone and the phonecall was for him, and Kate and Krys... Well, he wasn't sure about the two of them together yet. They always seemed to get in some sort of trouble.
"My, my, my. Matt how you've changed." Krys feigned over the phone with a poorly acted voice. Of course she knew it was Kate, who else would it be? On the other end of the call she was rolling in circles in her rolling chair, sipping her Amp Energy beverage. The usual for her. "I'm so glad you went through with that hormonal treatment for the sex change." Krys went on rather seriously as she leaned back in her chair, obviously poking fun though very convincingly. "Be who you wanna be, that's what I always say!"
Now she downed the rest of her drink and set the can on the table before doing another spin, controlling it with her feet. "Did we decide on Debora or Bambi?"
"Put her on speaker!" Matt called from upstairs. He had absolutely no idea what the two were talking about but he knew that it couldn't be anything in his favor. He knew them well enough to know that for sure.
His left hand on the railing he carefully made his way back downstairs, still getting a feel for how his back felt. Not too bad. Not as bad as the mornings, that's when it was at its worst. It really had come out of nowhere. After a mission where there was a bit of a struggle he went home, feeling fine. No need for a checkup. Then the next morning when he woke up his lower back was killing him. It was weird how these things happened.
"Sure thing Bambi." Krys' voice came over the speaker when Kate pushed the button. Of course this was a joke that Matthew wouldn't understand which made it all the more enjoyable even though the data analyst couldn't see Matt's confused, furrowed brow as he stared at the phone with his dark eyes from the bottom of the stairs.
"Just calling to tell you I found some sketch work for what the other guys are looking for. I WAS going to forward them to Matt's laptop but then I realized that Grimaldi can barely check his email without burning out the server so I sent them to Kate." Now Krys was playing with a yoyo, her own phone set on the corner of a table as she walked about, alone in her lair. Moving back and forth like a caged lion, entertaining herself in whatever way she could as she rattled off information. "Speaking of, lots of fun stuff in a nuclear weapon. Say, do you guys have to share a bedroom there?"
"Robin..." Matt warned.
"Just wondering how these things workout. I mean, like if there's one bedroom there's one bed right?" Krys went on, clearly sidetracked. She never went undercover and was barely ever able to leave her lair during a mission so she was excited for this topic. "Is Grimaldi a cuddler, I've always wondered.."
"Goodbye Krys." Matt had managed to sneak up behind Kate and close the cell phone with a snap. Giving Kate a look that lasted a matter of two fleeting seconds he then turned his back on her and proceeded to walk through the home.
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