[Derek Anderson] [Izzy Montoya]
She lets him keep her hand, resting on thet able, even as their champagne is poured and he agrees she’d make a fabulous husband. This is the best he’s won – and she counters with “So far. I still have those three days…”
…is that a treat? Maybe a promise…
Probably both.
She lifts her glass when he asks for a toast, and she thinks a moment, before shrugging her bare shoulder slightly. “New beginnings.” Theirs, presumably. It’s definintely not what either of them had planned, but it felt right. And she finds she is enjoying surprising him…
[Derek Anderson] He chuckles slightly “Ah yess, those three days. I still wonder what you’ll have me do during those days. That’s the bet I”m most curious and worried about that I”ve lost” He grins, he wasn’t worried at all. He’ll be with her. It’ll be fun no matter what.
He gently cling his glass to hers when she toasts to new beginnings “I liek that. To new beginnings..and to me, for being lucky enough to be here with you” He smiles. It’s a smile she hasn’t seen before because mainly, it’s a smile he never had before. It was one for her, for the way she make him feel. He was happy, there was no denying it. If it was the end of the first week of the rest of his life, well it’ll be a really good life.
He drinks form his glass then puts it down, his hand gently leaving hers as he leans back in his chair, his eyes watching her, enjoying the way she looks.
“I don’t know yet how things will go, but I think my transfer to homicide will happen. Only problem is my Chief odesn’t want me to transfer over to your precinct. Should we shoot him?” He ask, teasing. He’d never shoot his Chief, the man was decent after all.
[Izzy Montoya] She just gives him a little, secretive smirk when he mentions being worried about those three days… She’s definitely seems to have something in the works, something planned, but she gives nothing away as she watches him. Not even a hint.
She touches her glass to his and takes a drink, and even her little smirk slides into something closer to a smile. Some day, he might get the real thing. Perhaps even someday soon. Time will tell. She does seem to be enjoying his company, though. She certainly isn’t the type to stick around when she isn’t, so it’s a good sign. She put on a dress, for fucks sake. A GOWN even. Something usually reserved for the Policeman’s Ball, if at all.
[Izzy Montoya] (wait – there’s more. *L*)
[Izzy Montoya] He sits back and watches her, and she arches a brow slightly. “Of course he doesn’t – they don’t like to let go of the good ones.” She waits, a beat, and then shrugs slightly… “If you want to stay there – that’s fine. If I get another juicy one, I’ll just grab you anyway.”
[Derek Anderson] He shrugs slightly “I don’t know if I want to stay there. But for onw my Chief doesn’t want to agree to a transfer and there isn’t a spot open on your roster. So since there is no trade ot be made and no free spot to take, I’ll wait. I’d love to work with you, I think we make a great team” And not jsut at owrk, but he doesn’t add that part. Slowly both were getting pretty aware that they were a great fit..period.
“Maybe it’s better we get used to our new..situation” Only new ot them for anyone observing them would have noticed a long time ago “before we work together all the time. I like what we have and I don’t want to mess it up. I’ll do a few months of homicide in my precinct then see if there’s a way to be transferred to you and make every guys there really jealous”
He grins. Thye both know him dating her would make guys jealous. They both know they won’t do any PDA while at owrk either. Though eventually people will know. If only because of the police Ball or something like that. The waiter came and they ordered. After he left, Derek’s eyes were still on Izzy.
“I never asked, do you have family?”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, as she watches him, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I think so too. You have the research patience and knack that I lack – we compliment each other well.” They fit well – something she didn’t expect to ever find once, let alone twice. It’s terrifying. But also good.
She snorts as he mentions making everyone jealous. “Yeah, well. They already think I pulled you to the Connors case to add you to my list of conquests…” Of course, she doesn’t deny it when they say such things, which just makes the rumor mill spin faster and faster. She doesn’t care – truth be told, she enjoys it as much as the guys do.
They order, and he asks about her family, and she shakes her head slightly. She doesn’t talk about them much, but in the interest of the blossoming relationship, and the night is special, after all. “Just me and my folks. They were killed in the fall of the original sept here, while I was in Miami. My grandfather was an elder there, in the Sept of the Giving Tree, a ‘dox.”
Which might explain her interest in justice, and the law. Or not. “My father was a cop, and my great grandfather too. All here in Chicago.” A beat. “You?”
[Derek Anderson] He listens to her thne nods “I’m sorry Izzy, I didn’t know”And he was, sorry for her loss. Being alone wasn’t something easy. He didn’t pity her or anything, losing one’s parents early was never a fun thing.
“Me? Well I have two siblings Micheal and Helena. Both older than me. Helena is the oldest and the only one who changed and would you believe it? She’s a ‘dox. My parents are like you and I and when the oldest changed, they hoped Mike and I owuld. But we didn’t. They were pretty dsapointed. Of course it made Helena pretty smug. My parents are succesful stock brokers while my brother is a medical admisnitrator. Me? I’m like the black sheep, enjoying to get in the midst of things and live you know”
He grins, she knew “And I cna also help and protect others which in my mind is worthwhile while in the mind of my family, it’s seen a something common, lacking a certain respectability. No cops ever became rich from upholding the law”
[Izzy Montoya] She shakes her head, slightly. “How could you know – not like I fuckin’ talk about it.” Ah, you can put a pretty dress on her, but she still cusses like a sailor. “They died doing their fuckin’ duty. That’s all that matters to the Tribe.” And oddly, that’s what she preaches to the Fenrir when they come after her. She does her duty, that should be all that matters. And if it doesn’t involve punting out kids, it shouldn’t matter.
She listens to the tale of his family though, curios to the family that sees civil serventhood as a black sheep offense. “Ah, and that is important to those of your blood…” Being rich, she means.
Then, the question of the hour. “What are they going to think of you hookin up with a fuckin viking?” And the curl of her lips this time is definitely amused….
[Derek Anderson] He grins “At least they had a good death. It’s all we can hope for” At least people like her nad him who had a strong sense of duty and will probably not die of old age. If they do, that’ll be a miracle and he odesn’t dare to about what type of nagging, grumpy old folks they’ll be, though the idea kidna makes him grin a little more.
“Ask me if I care what they’ll say. I like fucking my viking..I mean my fucking viking” He smiles to her “They’ll probably bitch and all, Helena will probably want to stop it form happening. Waht I hope is Katherine won’t give a damn and since she’s my guardian right now, that’s all that matters..unless Helena can convince her otherwise”
He seems ot think about it. “Guess I’ll need a chat with my big sis, let her know that she better not intervene at all”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts – because she’s ladylike like that, and shakes her head slightly. “Fucking royalty ain’t half bad either.” Of all the Tribes she thought she’d connect with, Fang was second on the ‘no way’ list – right after Shadow Lords. But here she is, in what seems to be blossoming into something serious and long term.
He thinks he should talk to his big sis, and she makes a quick face before taking a drink of her champagne.
“…I’ll have to broach the subject with Kora sooner or later.” Hopefully later. It’s really none of her business, right? riiiiiiiiiiight….
[Derek Anderson] He grins “Glad you think so.”He say when she comments that sleeping wih him wasn’t too bad “It’d be a shame if after all those times you jsut realized you’re ont having fun” He smiles to her then tils his head “Kora? Hmmm want me ot talk to her? We actually get along fine I think”
He drinks form his glass, his tone teasing. She was a big girl, she can handle facing her tribe’s Elder by herself. Their meals were brought and he starts to eat after she does. He watches her with a grin “Tell me something about you that I don’t know”
He paused “Something I might want to know…not hummm some things”He grins, teasing her
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “I can fuckin’ handle Kora.” Though Kora has said she will consider any trueborn claim over that of any kin, and with this kin being of a different tribe… well. As she told Lukas though – her happiness is her own problem, not that of her tribe, or the elder, despite their antiquated notions.
She aches a brow as he asks about something he doesn’t know. She thanks the waiter as he drops off their meal, and she takes a bite while she thinks about it. There are so many things that no one knows, a few things a few people know. She’s not the most forthcoming of people.
So she ponders the question, and then.. “I was a big drama nerd in high school – part of the club, and had the lead in several plays – including Maria in sound of Music.” Which means, of course, she sings. Or has sung before, even if she doesn’t now. And seeing her as a singing nun? Well, that’s something hardly believable…
[Derek Anderson] He listens and smiles as she talks about her talents “You made people believe you were a singing nun on a stage? You so deserve an oscar” He tells her with an amused smile, teasing her. “Well that’s good. It seem like your path diverged greatly from your childhood’s passion. I will not complain though. We might have hooked up if you had done something else but I like that we can talk about work”
He grins “That was certainly a surprise though. I never pcitured you as the center of attention. Competitive yes and wanting to be the best all the time..yet not in such a public manner” He eats some more, having a good time tonight with her. It was different, really different. Not something he’d like every bight. He loved being home..yes..’her place was home now…with her or out in a pub and drink. But this was nice.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks slightly. “That was another lifetime ago. It was an escape from the press of duty all the time. I was also on the debate team, played softball and basketball,and ran cross country. I had scholarships offered left and right, but I wanted to be a cop like my father. Mom hated the idea – thought it wasn’t lady like. So I did it anyway.”
She points her fork at him and arches a brow. “And no, I won’t fuckin’ sing for you.” Likely a good thing – smoking’s damaged her voice in a way it won’t her lungs thanks to hardy Fenrir constitution. That, and it was a lifetime ago – she’s not that girl anymore.
“Your turn.”
[Derek Anderson] “Hmmm rebellion against mom, now that I don’t get” He grins, they both knew it was a lie. He had admitted so ealier that his profession didn’t pelase the family at all. “And you won’t sing for me? Nonsense, I make you sing every nights, sometimes in the morning too” He smirks, watching her
“And me? Oh..hmmm I played football. I was a mean QB. Could throw between the numbers of any of my players easilly from 60 yards away. Beside that, nothing much. I was popular, well dressed, was named prom king actually. Not something I’d go thorugh again”
Despite his attitude and all, it’s easy to imagine him as the pretty boy jock in high school. “I was such a typical guy when I was younger, i was almost a stereotype”He grins
[Izzy Montoya] That smirk of hers turns to something most decidedly leaning toward the cat that ate the canary – satiated and satisfied. “Good point.” She doesn’t deny it, though it’s not exactly singing – more moaning, occasional screaming, certainly no ‘Hills are alive with the sound of music’…
He was almost a stereotype. And prom king. She chuckles. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He’s the epitome of the gold ole boy, after all. “There has to be some sort of dirty little secret your hiding in there somewhere, though.”
Because everyone has one – most espeically those of the Nation.
[Derek Anderson] He laughs at her words “Your my dirty little secret. You bring the nasty me out quite a lot” He wiggle his brows. He knew she nejoyed the “nasty”him, which was just the horny him really. The nasty him, the really nasty him was…well not nasty per se, he wasn’t cruel or anything but…
“I don’t have really nasty things i’ve done when I was younger. A wedgie or two, some pranks..but one thing I’m not entirely proud of, though it was almost the right thing to do was when I lost it against this stupid guy last year of high school. He was harrassing this thin guy, two years younger because of some comment the kid made. I don’t remember what it was”he waves his hand in a: it doesn’t matter gesture “I intervened. The guy and two friends started to bad mouth me, abotu being rich, being a football player..a few other things but what got to me is that they punched the kid..in front of me nad laughed. I hmmm well put htem all in hospital. I got lucky that my parents managed ot settle things out of court because I would’ve have a criminal reccord and kissed my future careeer goodbye
My parents didn’t want the family name soiled.”He snorts sightly “I..have a problem with people disrespecting me blatantly. Though now I don’t beat them up anymore. I just shoot them” He grins.
[Izzy Montoya] She’s his dirty little secret. That’s not so much a secret anymore, it would seem. She chuckles, and reaches for her glass again, taking a swallow as he tells her about the boys when he was a teen. She nods, understanding.
“If I had a dime for every time someone told me I had a problem with respect – gettin it or giving it – i’d be a rich woman. for a group that’s so big on it, ya’d think they’d understand it’s earned, not given just because they say it should be.” And she’s earned hers, over and over again, even if they don’t see it that way.
But she nods, slightly. “I used to spar with the boys. They quit when they realized I wasn’t smart enough to stay down when I was knocked down.”
[Derek Anderson] He grins “You’re right. I cme from the most “royal” group and it sickens me to see how they assume everyone will bow ot them. Prove to them you deserve it then expect it. No one deserve respect form birth. We all come to this world the same way after all”
He grins widely when she tells him about her sparring days “Good thing they were smart enough. I kind liek your face the way it is you know. Too much of your stubborness and they would’ve messed it up.” He reaches for her hand and squeeze it “Though I’m glad oyu’re that stubborn. I know you’ll never give up on something important. And it means a lot to me professionally because you’ll always do your best in a case and if we’re partners again, I respect that.
And personally..because I know that if you think I”m important to you, you won’t give up easilly on me if something happens..or on us if we hit a bump here and there. I’d hate to lose my..friend” And much, much more but it was still ahrd to admit it. Though his tone might have spoken louder than any words he could’ve used.
[Izzy Montoya] She sticks her tongue out at him, briefly, when he mentions liking her face like it is. Good thing he never saw the damage Daniel did the night she wouldn’t back down and insisted on the horrible crime of having him call her by her name, instead of a triggering term. It’s a wonder she survived, and that her nose is only slightly crooked.
She lets him take her hand, and even returns the squeeze. “I don’t know how to be any different. It’s all or nothing.” And that goes for him, and this… thing… with them too. She isn’t a creature of half measures. She will fight tooth and nail to keep them together now that the commitment to do so has been made.
They’re…. friends. And the corner of her lips pull up into a lopsided little smirk that’s more of a grin than anything else. She won’t give up easily – she’s held out hope for John for well over a year – and loved him for over a decade. She and Derek are just beginning, but there’s that same passion, same determination and stubborness to make it work.
“You are important to me.” It’s as much of an admittance of the intensity of her feeling as he’s likely to get, just yet.
[Derek Anderson] He smiles “I don’t want you to change ever.” he paused “I know it’s impossible and hopefully you’ll change..a little as we all do so with time but you know what I mean. I liek the real you and I owuldn’t want you to be any different. All or nothing”
His thumb caresses the back of her hand “And you’re important to me too. I don’t think anyone has ever been that important to me”He was younger than her. Having what she had with John as a previous relationship would be near impossible for someone his age. Not that it means that because he never had that before that his commitment or feelings were less powerful.
He was a good ole boy, decent and caring..amongst other things. She knew it. There was little doubts in his tone that it was true that she was that important to him while his eyes had an itensity that would match hers when she clings and fight for something she cares for.
[Izzy Montoya] She is rarely at a loss for words. She always has some comment to make, some caustic remark, something sarcastic to say. Here, though, now, when he says all the right things without once saying the words they are avoiding – she is speechless. Not because she doesn’t feel the same, but because she does.
She squeezes his hand, lightly, communicating without words her agreement, her appreciation. And finally she finds something to say…
“Kora’s gonna kick my ass, but good.” And that tone suggests she welcomes the upcoming fight – because it is, they are, something she believes in.
[Derek Anderson] He smiles as she squeeze his hand. There were so many things unsaid between them, yet they never seemed to need to saythem. They just understood each others. He liked that about her, how easy it was to communicate with er, be with her, sometimes without words at all. Never an awkward silent, just silence, often comfortable.
Sometimes words were there to distract you from the important things.
She tells him about Kora and he chuckles “You want to avoid that fight? Tell her I”m the only one with a hope of convincing oyu to have babies. It mgiht be a lie but at least I”m pretty sure she’ll go with it” he shrugs “Or you two can fight and I’ll have the deep cold and bandages ready for when you get back home”
Yeha, he said home and he’s not taking it back. Her place was home and she knew it too.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches that brow again, as she finishes her dinner, and shakes her head. “Sad thing is, she might believe it.” Of course, there are many things that factor into her desire not to have kids, but what most don’t know is that her bloodline won’t be lost, after all. She’s taken steps to ensure her bloodline will continue – just not by her.
She looks up to meet his gaze, and chuckles. “You’ll get used to having those bandages around often. I tend to get into more than my fair share of scrapes.”
Things are easy between them – even in the silence. Its odd, and more than a little frightening, but she’s handling it well so far. In for a penny, in for a pound.
He says home, and he doesn’t take it back, and she.. smiles. “So, do you dance?”
[Derek Anderson] He chuckles “Well there oyu have it. An exit “He says when she admits Kora might believe that Izzy owuld have kids with him. He doesn’t know if one day she’d like to, if after her injuries she can, and it didn’t matter. He wasn’t ready to have any for now and maybe, if she really doesn’t want any, he can live without having any. Micheal and Helena can have some
Though some part of him will nag him for lackin one of his duties. That part will probably be choked out by the rest who will consider being with Izzy more important.
He fnishes his meal as well and ask if he dances “Every thursday, friday and sunday, you should come and see me on stage. Ladies can’t wait for me to drop my pants” He say, teasing “Seriously..yeah I dance. Know osme ballroom dances and can do ok in a club.”
He must be, he remembers the night he hooked up with Bullet. It had started on a dancefloor. Feels like a lifetime ago, before Tabitha. He had so no clue back then how things will turn out with the distant cop who had teased him about a booty call back then.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, and shakes her head. “I can see you droppin it like it’s hot…” He knows ball room dances, which one ups her by quite abit, most likely, but she nods, and lays her napkin on the table.
“Well then, what are you fuckin’ waiting for? There’s dancing and chocolate covered strawberries upstairs. And more alcohol, which you may need, being subjected to dancing with a cop with two fuckin’ left feet…” Which isn’t quite the truth, as he’s seen her move before, in more intimate settings, as well as at work, and she’s far from graceless.
She offers him her hand again, with that lopsided little grin. “Ask me to dance, already.”
[Derek Anderson] He chuckles at her words ”
[Derek Anderson] -pause-
[Izzy Montoya] [Pause]