Authors Note: Just to let you know, I didn't give up on my two other fics, and I have the chapters half-written in Microsoft Word to prove it!
It was one of those nights where Officer Montoya had no problems falling asleep. The long day had worn her out, which was an understatement concerning the dangerous streets of Gotham. When she staggered home from her long patrol she didn't even find the energy to entertain the thought of eating. The bed never looked more comforting then in the moonlit room.
That was all in the past Renee groggily observed as a piercing sound woke her from her nights slumber. It was coming from the bedside table, and it was her phone. That was all she could gather in her clouded brain as she sat up, ignoring the headache that she had acquired from laying down. In a trance, she reached for the receiver, not allowing herself to notion dismissal in case there was a person in distress on the other end.
"Hello?" Montoya said more out of habit then mental readiness.
There was silence on the other end. Renee cursed the telephone companies for calling and leaving her to answer to dead air, but before she hung up her senses kicked in.
There was someone breathing heavily on the other side of the line.
"Hello?" Montoya inquired, this time fully verbally prepared. " I know you're there, I can hear you breathing."
"Hello." Came the seemingly simple response.
"Harvey Dent?" Renee shouted. "Is that you?"
"…Yes."
" How did you get this number?" Montoya asked more to herself than him.
"It was in the phone book."
"No, it wasn't." Montoya scowled. "I thought you had your phone privileges taken away. Who gave you a phone?"
" …Yes."
"Yes is not the answer!" Renee cried in disbelief.
"I'm sorry." Harvey Dent's voice rang with adoration.
"What?"
"I had to call you…"
"Why me?" Montoya questioned.
"Because…you know why."
"I'm calling Arkham right now!"
Montoya turned off the phone, only to realize that she had made an empty threat. It was 2:15 a.m and she doubted she could get anyone to answer a phone in Arkham- even if she knew the number. Before she could soothe her frustration the phone was ringing again. Renee prayed it was someone from Arkham to apologize.
"Hello?" Montoya said not giving up her agitated tone of voice just yet.
"I thought one of us hung up by mistake."
"It wasn't a mistake Harvey!" Renee growled. "If you don't stop calling me, I'll have Batman give you an enema. I am serious."
"Why do you have to bring up Batman in the middle of our affairs?" Dent asked.
"We don't have 'affairs' Harvey because there is no 'us'. I tell you this every four months when your phone privileges are not revoked." Renee explained rubbing her left temple in vain to relieve some pressure in her head.
"Oh."
"Harvey…" Montoya said lowering her voice, "Do yourself a favor. Please don't call me."
"Alright."
"Do you promise Dent?" Montoya interrogated. "Well?"
"Hold up, I'm flipping my coin-"
"Good-bye Dent."
"Wait!"
Montoya paused, listening to him breathing on the other end of the phone. Something inside of her stilled her hand from hanging up on him a second time.
"What?" She questioned.
"I'm sorry I woke you up at such a bad hour."
"I was awake." She lied. "Anything else?"
"No."
"Then for the last time, Good-bye."
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"What?" Montoya yelled in the receiver, only to find herself cut off from the conversation completely.
If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
Montoya fell back on her bed and turned off her phone. Tomorrow she would call Jim Gordon, and she knew Harvey Dent would once more have his phone privileges taken away.
Authors Note: Can you tell I've been reading 'No Man's Land'?