[Derek Anderson] He had given Izzy rendez-vous at an Olive Garden. It was nice, not too crowdy, not overly expensive and certainly not too romantic. He knew she will probably tease him about this being a booty call or osmething but it was ok. In fact teasing meant she might actually be friendly while sober, instead of being neutral.
He was waiting ofr her at the entrance, dressed in a nice pair of jeans, a blue and grey long sleeve shirt and a winter coat over it. His short blond hair were nicely styled and he smelled as if he had taken a shower recently, which he had. His day had been pretty long. His kind blue eyes were scanning the streeet as he pantienly waited. He had arrived a few minutes early after all.
[Izzy Montoya] She had hesitated a moment before agreeing to this – date, or whatever it is – but in the end, she had agreed. Quite frankly, it’s nice to get the chance to speak with someone who lives the same sort of life she does, at least in theory. She hadn’t taken the time to change though, pulling up to park, phone at her ear, mouth moving as she finishes up her conversation. It doesn’t look like a pleasant one – at least for the voice on the other end of the phone.
She finishes the conversation after a brief moment, though, and finishes her cigarette at the same time. She turns the engine off, and steps from the car. She looks very much like she had the other night, though decidedly more sober. For now.
her strides are long, purposeful, as she clicks the remote lock on the car, and makes her way toward the entrance, and Derek. Lips curl into a brief smirk, as she does exactly what’s expected. “Kind of public for a booty call, hm?” Not that it’d be a first.. but that’s a different story.
[Derek Anderson] He smiled to her “What’s your obessession with booty calls? Beside, I’m not sure if I’m lucky enough to be worthy of one when you’re sober. Isn’t that what you told me when you gave me your number? Only if I was really fucking lucky?” He grin at her as he open the door “How are you doing? I odn’t know what htat person on the phone did to you, but I’m glad I’m not that person”
He enter with her and ask ofr a table for two. They are lead to one, and since it’s pretty empty, it’s a relatively private table. He took off his coat and placed it on the back of his chair, sitting in front of her, looking at her
“So what will it be tonight? Detective or Izzy?” He ask her with a smile
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, amused. “Really fucking lucky, I believe I said.” Apparently she’s said it often enough that drunk or sober she’d remember it either way.
He mentions the person on the phone, and she snorts, briefly. “Co-worker.” And that’s all she says about it. She follows him to the table, and slips from her leather blazer, draping it over the back of her chair before she settles to sit. There’s the glint of light catching on the smooth grip of her weapon, worn at the small of her back, but it’s only a glimpse before she leans back into the chair and crosses her legs.
She doesn’t answer for a moment, dark eyes sliding over Derek, almost lazily. A handful of heartbeats later, and she lifts a shoulder into a lazy shrug. “Izzy.”
[Derek Anderson] He didn’t ask more about the phone call, he didn’t need to know after all. He did smile and nod when she tell him to call her by her first name “All right, Izzy it is.” He doesn’t tell her to call him Derek, he ussume she will do so without hesitation
“How was your day? Still working for the 13th?” He ask with curiosity and interest. He didn’t want to pry too much into her life. She was a private person, but he wanted to get to know her at least a little. They were cops, they were kin and well they shared many responsabilities or problems.
“You heard about what happened to Cassie Youg, what she really is and about what’s after us?” It wasn’t the best conversation subject to have over dinner, but he wanted to be sure she knew and was safe. They might not be sleeping together or even be friends, but he liked her and even if he didn’t, he certainly didn’t wish harm upon another, unless they truly deserve it.
[Izzy Montoya] Still working for the 13th… “No. Back home, finally.” It doesn’t sound as if it was a pleasant time there, but she doesn’t go into details. They broke her fuckin’ coffee cup, after all. She’s not going to forgive that easily. There’s also the fact she’s still working on a case from there, behind the scenes, that likely can and will get her into trouble.
And he worries for her safety. Heh. Little does he know..
She never really did answer how her day was, either. “Young? Heard something about it on the news.” The rest of the comments give enough information that she can piece it together, though she snorts. “They’re always fuckin’ after us, Derek.” Somehow, she encompasses the ‘good’ guys in the statement too.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “Glad that you’re back where you wanted to be” He say watching with a smile
He did grin at her reply about “them” “Well, maybe they are. I have avoided most of the nastier ones on our side, but this time, something is actively hunting us. Young was Gw and hse was really scared when I saw her. And I felt and heard what was after her. She warned us that it was hunting kin. I know lUkas knows about it now, I jsut wanted to be sure the info got to you. I know you’re capable, but it’s better to be warned right?’
He leaned into his chair and looked at the menu “I’m not trying to annoy you with that. I really don’t want anything to happen to you”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “They’re always actively hunting.” It’s said softer, this time. Her voice is one who knows – too much, most likely. Too close to home. There are precious few who know of her past. Trust enough to have that conversation can take years to build in some cases. It can be forced from her in others. Either way, she reaches for her glass of water, and takes a sip.
Hearing Lukas knows of it now, she chuckles, wryly. “All hail the conquering hero.” She doesn’t hold many Trueborn in high opinion it seems.
She does relent, slightly. A touch. Barely. “I’ll keep it in mind.” There is a reason she wears her gun at all times, even to dinner. [and it’s a safe bet it’s not the only one…]
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “All right. I jsut wanted to be sure you knew. Anything come up, you can call me. I’ll come as quick as I can” He say honestly. It was just what it was, an offer to help a friend if she was in need. “I odn’t really know what kind of person lUkas is, what I”ve seen was decent enough but he’s the guy who can spread the news the fastest. Made snese to me to contact him”
He shrugh “Now that it’s over, what do you think you’re going to eat? I might go with the folrantina veal tonight with cesar salad.” He say, flipping through the menu.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. She answers the last bit, first, however. “Tortelloni.” She doesn’t even have to look at the menu, either. It’s her favorite, and her standard order – she is, after all, a creature of habit.
Back to Lukas, however, she shrugs slightly. “I’ve no real opinion of him personally. They do seem to think his cock is made of gold, though. Takes more than than rumors to impress me.” There’s nothing more or less intense in the statement than any other. It’s not a personal vendetta, just an irritation with the True in general.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “Well liek Isaid, he’s ok by me, but I don’t revere him. I respect him though”Well lUkas has always been nice to him and he had been lucky enough to see the hole Unbroken pack act as silly and childish as any other group of young people. Makes it harder to revere them or hate them. He will never beleive they are friends with him but he mgiht be closer to them than most kins not mated to a member. It was interesting to say the least.
When the waiter arrive he order the veal and red wine, letting Izzy handle her order. He grined slightly as he asked “How did you feel the morning after your contest? You were pretty far gone that night, or it seemed so to me”
[Izzy Montoya] It’s hard to imagine Izzy ever letting her hair down, ever acting childish or silly, ever actually relaxing enough to have a good time, despite the amount of alcohol he saw her put away the other night. Even then, there was something held back, something in reserve, something hidden and protected and kept shoved away – even then, there was not a sense that she’d ever completely let go, let loose.
A hard nut to crack doesn’t even begin to describe Izzy…
She orders her Tortelloni and a beer, whatever’s on tap, nothing fancy, and she arches a brow, slightly. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about…” but there’s a slight curl at the corner of her lips, something in her eyes that suggests she’s well aware of her transgressions that night. “Felt fine – the trick is to drink lots of water, and take aspirin before sleeping.”
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her answer, about her denial. He doesn’t ask about Patrick or her boyfriend John. It wasn’t his business at all. She was a big igrl and it was her life after all “Well I”m glad you remembered to do that. I ended up getting fairly drunk, talking with that young woman ,Kristen. I took the next day..rather slowly” He say with a smile
“So tell me..what do you do when you’re not working or drinking people under the table?” He ask her with a light tilt of the head. He was truly curious about what she could enjoy. She was in fact hard to crack and he had a hard time thinking about her doing anything except work…well ok, she mgiht be the type to rad a book. Myabe even hot baths…and that was laways an unteresting though…and out of the gutter mind and back on track..ok..reading, baths..and listening to music maybe?
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, slightly, waiting as her beer is set before her. She takes a drink, first, and then meets his gaze, directly. It’s a disturbing thing, the full weight of the Detective’s gaze. She has no fury behind her eyes, no rage under her skin, yet she is shockingly direct. He has seen her lock gazes with Garou, too, without flinching. It’s a matter of pride, of determination. OR a death wish – time will tell. But with Derek, it simply is.
“There are other things besides work and alcohol?” It’s said with humor laced underneath, an admitance that she works too hard, too long. Then, perhaps something unexpected. “Honestly, Xbox, beer and b rated movies.”
[Derek Anderson] He didn’t mind her eyes locking with his. It was intense but he also understood it. He looked back at her, not looking down or blinking more than usual. He wasn’t going ofr a staredown or domination either. They were on the same level, well he thought so. Did she think homicide was better than regular..he didn’t know. He jsut knew his worth and it was as good as hers. The only difference really was that his smile came more easilly than hers
“Really? I’m surprised. Nicely surpised, what do you play these days?” He wasn’t the most hardcore gamer but he did enjoy an evening of madden with friends, or nhl..and a few interesting games liek halo, Resident Evil and so on.
[Izzy Montoya] She doesn’t consider homicide better than any other division. She simply thinks she’s better.
“First person shooters mostly. Halo, Resident Evil, anything where I get to blow shit up.” She’s been raised by cops, works in a male dominated field, hangs with the guys far better than she ever has with the girls – it probably shouldn’t be a surprise. But most guys are shocked to find a girl can kick their ass at video games. It’s just a guy thing.
“Burns off excess frustration.”
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled “Well maybe we should do that one vening, hang out with beers and XBox. Sounds like it could be fun.” He grinned at the idea of her curesing like a sailor in front of the tv, burning off her frustrations”
He paused and picked his wine “You know there are other good ways to burn the excess frustration” He drank form his glass with a slight grin, pausing to let her assume what she wanted and what was evident
“Have you ever tried boxing?”
[Izzy Montoya] There are other ways to burn off frustration. She smirks, and arches a brow, slightly. “Is that so…” She knows well enough to know he’s setting her up to say something, to assume, so she does neither. Stating the obvious would suggest that her thoughts are there – but everyone who’s ever met her knows her thoughts pretty much reside there anyway.
Has she ever tried boxing. She snorts. “Only when I run out of bullets.”
[Derek Anderson] That made him laugh softly “Well, it’s a really great way to stay in shape and release anger. I don’t boxe that often but but once in a while, going thorugh a training session will leave me as spent as well anything else” He shrugh slightly
The meals arrive and he thanked the waiter. He picked his fork and knife “Well that look delicious. Enjoy”He say as she start cutting a piece of veal. He wait for her to start eating and then taste his veal. “That’s pretty good”He say after swallowing the piece he was chewing
“I feel liek I”m interrogating you..any questions you have for me? Anything you feel like talking about?”
[Izzy Montoya] “I prefer the shooting range.”
She’s a hell of a shot too. There are many rumors that go around about Detective Montoya, and that one has been proven true more often than not. And she never runs out of bullets. “People tend to be less mouthy with a gun in their face.”
Herself not included, of course.
She digs into her meal without any of the affectations of a woman worried about eating in front of a man. She’s not eaten for hours, and is starving, and digs in with gusto. She isn’t the best conversationalist. She interrogates, or she is silent. But she gives him an opening to take as he will. “Why Chicago?”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded at her words “Shooting range is nice. And you’re right, a gun usually shut up people quickly” He had ;ess that problem than her though. At almsot 6’4″and with his built, he usually only has to stop smiling for people to be less mouthy. No one want a fist the size of their face to connect with their head. He was a pretty good shot as well but he didn’t felt the need to ask her to go to the range with him to compare. Eventually they might find themselves in a situation where they will assess each other’s skills
He ate slowly as he answer her “Oh, Iwanted out of Pittsburgh. Havving a big sister who’s a true born isn’t the best thing in the world, especially when she think she is. I recently was promoted to detective, asked for atransfer, a spot was open here and I took it.”
[Izzy Montoya] She listens. There’s the sense that she hears more than he says, too, that she is more perceptive than most. It’s part of why she’s so damn good at her job, as well as why many a criminal has asked for anyone other than Detective Montoya to interrogate them.
“I see. How they treating you over there?”
[Derek Anderson] He grinned “First two weeks were well hell. I was the new guy so I got pranked, sent to do all kind of shitty errands and all that. I was assigned the most boring cases possible, but I did my thing, I toughed it up, solved msot of my case and stood up for myself once one of the guys went to far. I gained their respect personally and professionally. Now things are good”
He ate some more “And you? How odes it feel to be back in your old precint? And have they replaced your mug yet?”He asked, remembering the story about the mug and how pissed she had been about it.
[Izzy Montoya] “Finn had a new one waiting on my desk.” It’s said with something that almost could be called a smile. Certainly there is a fondness for this Finn. Possibly even more. If one believed the rumors, of course, Izzy has ‘more’ with any number of her co-workers at any point in time. In fact, one particularly delicious rumor suggested she had such carnal relationships with ALL of them. It would explain why they’re so protective of her, too. Because who could love the bitch, anyway?
“It’s better. They get my methods, they understand my hunches prove correct 99% of the time. Less time being questioned, more time working the leads.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded with a smile “That’s good. Sometimes thinking too much will get you hurt, killed or lose a lead. I work on instinct often too. Might be part of our nature” He say with a shrugh.
He did heard the rumors about her, many of them. He believed none. Not because he thought they were all false, no some of them were true. The good shot, her being pretty sexual, she certainly talked about it and showed that side of her with Patruck the other night, her having her own way to do things….but none mattered to him. He will judge her only by the way she is with him and others around when he’s present.
He finished his meal and then watched her, drinking his wine
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[Izzy Montoya] “As will not thinking enough.” It’s a fine line she walks, though she has advantages others don’t. Her instincts are finally honed, and her methods odd – but productive. It’s all her Sarge cares about, really. Results. And, unlike 13, REAL results.
She takes a final bite, and leans back, tipping back her beer for several healthy swallows, too. A sigh of contentment later, and she nods. “That was good.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “Yes it was.”He finished his wine “Well, it’s getting late and I have an early shift otmorrow. If you don’t mind, I’ll get home” He slowly got up and picked his jacket as the waiter got them the addition. The man had brought only one and Derek took it “You can pay next itme”He say with a smiel to her
“Or you can provide the beer and snacks for an XBox evening”He grinned “have a good night Izzy, it’s been fun. Hopefully you’ll want to do that again” He let her decide how they leave..with a hug, kiss on cheeks, nod of the head, smile..he was ok with whichever.
Once he had paid for the meals, he headed out
[Izzy Montoya] “Such a boy scout…” It’s an idle comment, laced with a tease underneath – though his timing is perfect as her cell phone picks that moment to ring insistantly. She nods, slightly, and stands. There’s no handshake, no kiss. She does, however, touch the back of his arm lightly as she moves past him, slips on her coat, and heads into the night, barking into her phone, instantly back into work mode.
“Montoya – and it had better be fuckin’ good, Finn.”