Author's Notes: This is just a little short I wrote after watching A Detective's Story for the 2923386th time. I always hate that poor Dinah is left alone without a human, because I assume that Ash dies in the end.
I know that CAM is a cat lover, and she puts so much of herself into Trinity that I don't think it's much of a stretch for Trinity to be a cat lover as well. So, although this may be somewhat OOC for Trinity, I felt it needed to be written. I can't let Dinah be alone.
Dinah yawned as she felt a pair of hands slip around her body. The world spun for a second, then righted itself, and she was curled firmly against the chest of an unfamiliar human. It wasn't Ash, but it smelled of his cigarettes, and Dinah missed that smell. She missed Ash period. He hadn't been by to feed her for three days now, so she knew he was gone.
When the human started walking, Dinah opened her eyes. She glanced in interest at the woman who was carrying her out of Ash's office. She would have protested, but the woman was scratching behind her ears in the most distracting of manners. Dinah purred and snuggled closer, her furry body sliding against the woman's leather jacket. She meowed plaintively when the woman climbed out Ash's window and onto the fire escape. It was raining out, and Dinah hated to get wet. The woman shushed her gently, and tucked her into the leather jacket she was wearing, zipping it up so Dinah's head stuck out of the top. They reached the top of the fire escape, and suddenly, the rain was the least of the cat's worries. The woman was flying through the air like a bird.
They leapt from rooftop to rooftop, and as Dinah was starting to feel dizzy, the woman stopped jumping. When it became clear to the disoriented feline that they were not going to go soaring into the air once more, she opened her eyes, and looked around. They were in a nice neighborhood, that was the first thing Dinah noticed. There were plenty of trees to climb, and flower beds to dig. The woman walked quickly toward the house on the corner, strode up the path, and knocked on the door.
The woman squeezed Dinah suddenly, and whispered something. It took her cat mind a second to process what was being said, but by then, she was sitting on the doormat and the woman in leather was gone. She meowed once, and the door opened. A matronly looking woman with graying hair and a floral apron looked around then noticed the dampened cat setting on the front stoop. Without warning, the woman scooped Dinah up and carried her inside.
"Oh heavens above, you poor cat! How long have you been sitting out here?" She sat the cat down on the kitchen table, and then plucked something from her collar. It was a folded piece of paper. Dinah hadn't even noticed it was there. The older woman unfolded the paper, and spread it flat on the table. Dinah stared hard at the note, waiting for the scratches and scribbles of human writing to form itself into legible words. Finally, she managed to focus on the writing, and she read them twice, before heading into the next room with the woman, who was now whispering a prayer in Latin under her breath. The note now rested in the woman's apron pocket, folded back into little squares, hiding the words.
"Her name is Dinah. She belonged to a friend of mine. Please take care of her. I love you, Maria."
Deep within the tunnels of the real, blue eyes blinked open, and there was the sound of a jack being slid out of data port. Her operator grinned conspiratorially.
"Don't worry, Trin, I won't tell a soul."
I know that CAM is a cat lover, and she puts so much of herself into Trinity that I don't think it's much of a stretch for Trinity to be a cat lover as well. So, although this may be somewhat OOC for Trinity, I felt it needed to be written. I can't let Dinah be alone.
Dinah yawned as she felt a pair of hands slip around her body. The world spun for a second, then righted itself, and she was curled firmly against the chest of an unfamiliar human. It wasn't Ash, but it smelled of his cigarettes, and Dinah missed that smell. She missed Ash period. He hadn't been by to feed her for three days now, so she knew he was gone.
When the human started walking, Dinah opened her eyes. She glanced in interest at the woman who was carrying her out of Ash's office. She would have protested, but the woman was scratching behind her ears in the most distracting of manners. Dinah purred and snuggled closer, her furry body sliding against the woman's leather jacket. She meowed plaintively when the woman climbed out Ash's window and onto the fire escape. It was raining out, and Dinah hated to get wet. The woman shushed her gently, and tucked her into the leather jacket she was wearing, zipping it up so Dinah's head stuck out of the top. They reached the top of the fire escape, and suddenly, the rain was the least of the cat's worries. The woman was flying through the air like a bird.
They leapt from rooftop to rooftop, and as Dinah was starting to feel dizzy, the woman stopped jumping. When it became clear to the disoriented feline that they were not going to go soaring into the air once more, she opened her eyes, and looked around. They were in a nice neighborhood, that was the first thing Dinah noticed. There were plenty of trees to climb, and flower beds to dig. The woman walked quickly toward the house on the corner, strode up the path, and knocked on the door.
The woman squeezed Dinah suddenly, and whispered something. It took her cat mind a second to process what was being said, but by then, she was sitting on the doormat and the woman in leather was gone. She meowed once, and the door opened. A matronly looking woman with graying hair and a floral apron looked around then noticed the dampened cat setting on the front stoop. Without warning, the woman scooped Dinah up and carried her inside.
"Oh heavens above, you poor cat! How long have you been sitting out here?" She sat the cat down on the kitchen table, and then plucked something from her collar. It was a folded piece of paper. Dinah hadn't even noticed it was there. The older woman unfolded the paper, and spread it flat on the table. Dinah stared hard at the note, waiting for the scratches and scribbles of human writing to form itself into legible words. Finally, she managed to focus on the writing, and she read them twice, before heading into the next room with the woman, who was now whispering a prayer in Latin under her breath. The note now rested in the woman's apron pocket, folded back into little squares, hiding the words.
"Her name is Dinah. She belonged to a friend of mine. Please take care of her. I love you, Maria."
Deep within the tunnels of the real, blue eyes blinked open, and there was the sound of a jack being slid out of data port. Her operator grinned conspiratorially.
"Don't worry, Trin, I won't tell a soul."
