Disclaimer: These wonderful characters belong to AWM and ABC. I'm just borrowing them. I'll promise to return them to their rightful owners unarmed ;)
A/N: This little scene has been bothering me since the episode aired on Monday night. I would have loved to have seen the little struggle Kate experienced before making the one important phone call to the press.
But I had a little struggle of my own putting it all together. Thanks to my friend, I was able to pull through
This one is for you; you know who you are 'coolanonymouswriter'
She's fidgeting.
Thumb's hovering above the screen.
Finally she presses it, starts dialing, only to shut it off abruptly.
She dumps it on the table with a clatter
She gets up, paces the room
Fingers combing her hair back, hands cradling her skull
She sighs...
Thoughts, conversations, statements, feelings about the last day, about the last week, about the last couple of months if she's honest with herself, are running on repeat in her mind right now.
They're gnawing at her conscience...
'You decided that the CIA agenda was more important than solving a murder'
'We don't care about the weapons. We just want to solve his murder'
'This case intersects with national security issues. I'm sorry but it's over'
'Soon enough the name Charlie Reynolds will be a distant memory for you but not for us!
He may not have had a grieving mother or a wife waiting for him but his killer should not go unpunished...'
She can seem to shake that sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach.
'That's got to bother you'. That's what she told her partner.
Well, it's bothering her. She can even look at Charlie Reynolds' picture without...
... the whole picture...
'We don't always get the whole picture'
'DC didn't say, they rarely do...'
'You want everything to be black or white. But in this town it rarely is. And to do this job, you have to make peace with that...'
It used to be black or white... Now it's all shades of grey.
She doesn't like grey. Has never done it
'Why would I, should I start now?' This time it isn't a thought. She says it loud and clear. Words echoing on the walls of the break room.
'We're the ones speaking for the dead' Montgomery's words, spoken a long time ago.
A principal I used to live by, a principal that I still live by, she amends
And that's what sets her in motion.
She rushes to the table, picks up her phone and starts dialing.
She doesn't hesitate this time, doesn't have to fight the urge to shut it off. She's at peace.
'WMZT news room...'
thoughts?
