A/N so I think that we didn't see enough of cheery, happy, around-her-friends Walcott, so thus, this. I'm trying to write more of this (First draft's about ¾ done) while fighting off a rabid plot bunny concerning Devan that's firmly lodged in my leg gnawing it's way to the bone, but first I want to write more of this. And Never Forget.
It was a long time later when the door opened again. "Did they have to stick you in here of all places?" She looked up and grinned.
"Renee!" She got up and flipped the folder shut, wrapping a single arm around the other woman.
"You have the filed on that murder?" She shook her head.
"Gave it back to Garret." She paused. "Since when to DA's get involved in random crimes of passion?"The only response she got was a shrug.
"I've got a somewhat personal stake in this."
"It wouldn't happen to do with a person bearing the initials GM would it?" She felt dark eyes boring into her. "I won't ask. But I'll get you that file, doesn't have a whole lot DNA was found, but without a suspect to compare it to, it means nothing. What've your cops dug up? By the way, they're kinda cute if a little mangled."
"Hoyt?" The other woman asked, smiling. "Robbing the cradle are we? It would be a shame to loose you for dating jail bait, I need you to testify." She laughed.
"Of course, you only want to use me."
"I'm a dirty lawyer what do you expect? Using People 101 was the one class I aced in law school." She laughed.
"Yeah, I keep forgetting, you actually had to study."
"And you keep rubbing that in, don't you. Yes, I know you did better than me."
"It's all the test taking ability." They had started walking up to the chief's office, bantering all the way.
"And how to practice. I still don't know why you gave it all up." She shrugged.
"Eh, I felt the world of meat was more interesting." The DA shook her head, smirking slightly.
"I'll never understand that."
"What can I say, being a lawyer had too many stresses. Out there life's so easy, I'm already starting to miss it, sorta."
"I'm going to string you up from your meat hooks if you leave after all I did-" She laughed at the other woman's mock anger.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to leave. Yet. After I get a few paychecks and have the money to go back, maybe."
"You eat anything yet?" She shook her head and felt her stomach rumble at the mention of food.
"I've got a sandwich in the fridge-" She trailed off and the DA laughed.
"Answer the question, yes or no. And then answer me this-do you want to get lunch?" She grinned.
"Yeah, sure."
"Good, I'm getting creeped out, being in here too long gives me the chills."
"Oo, big bad district Attorney afraid of a few dead bodies?" She felt a hand connect with her side as her companion whacked her one. She stopped by the front desk where she informed the woman behind it that she was going out to lunch and if there was anything for her, and she received a small couple of files, and she walked out with the DA.
"I'll never understand you, you say that being a lawyer was stressful, yet here you are coming out with a stack of files, to lunch." They strolled down the street. "Italian?" Her friend suggested and she nodded.
"Sounds good." The walked down the cool city streets enjoying the fresh air and reached the cafe making small talk all the way, never once talking about anything serious. It took her halfway through a plate of linguine con vongole to finally pry the juicy bit out of her friend. "I've been begging you all morning to tell me why you're putting your ass on the line for this guy. So spill."
Renee shook her head. "No, it's nothing."
"You're going to tell me if I have to beat it out of you, and I have nothing against doing that either. I was so good at plea bargaining because I could force people into spilling, so spill. So what's your stake in this?"
"I owe it to him." The other woman shrugged and stared down at the plate of chicken parm before her.
"Owe it to who, Garret?"
"First name basis, are we?" She grinned, knowing full well what her friend was doing, but she could still feel the tint of red cross her cheeks. "I'll dish if you will." She shook her head. "Well you're not going to get me to tell you if you don't tell me."
"Nu-uh, you're telling me first, then I'll tell you."
"How can I tell you won't back out once I spill?" She grinned.
"You don't, you just have to trust your longtime friend on this one." The DA thought for a long while.
"Fine. We dated." Again the dark eyes stared at the plate, begging no further questions.
"And?" She questioned knowing there was more to it than that.
"And it went badly. Very badly." She rolled her eyes.
"Obviously something you did cause if it was something he did, I'm sure you'd be glad that he was gone." Her friend shook her head.
"He's good at his job, he really is, but I was seeing him when my ex and I-" The woman trailed off trying to find a way to describe what happened.
"Got knocked up?" She suggested, it was a crude but effective way of putting it, and her companion nodded. "Yikes, I can see why you might think that that relationship went sour." She paused for a minute. "You don't still-" She looked at her friend who laughed.
"Want him? Why, you thinking about snapping him up?" She felt the red tinge her cheeks yet again.
"Well, he's nice enough, not bad looking, in fact he's like Patrick Stewart, the man does bald, he likes jazz and my cooking."
"Your cooking? Jesus you're out of the country for a decade and within your first week back you're already having guys over. What'd they do to you over there?" They both laughed as they finished their meals and called the waiter for their check. She shrugged. "It was just dinner, and entirely unplanned."
"Yeah, right." She laughed at her friend's skepticism.
"Serious. I told him I wanted the file last night no matter what, and he dropped it off as Aaron called twenty minutes before he was supposed to show up telling me he was still in the city. So I had all this food and he was there, so I invited him to eat." Her friend laughed again as they strolled back to the tall stone building.
"You mean ordered. When it comes to you and your cooking you don't invite, you order." She laughed.
"Well, so maybe I was a little forceful." They reached the elevators laughing. "Renee, it was great to see you again, and thanks for the job, I mean it."
"Can't think of someone better qualified for it than you. Just glad you came back." She grinned.
"Bye."
"See you Vick, I'll give you a call about your testimony." She nodded as she punched the button for her floor and waited for the elevator doors to close.