Just a quickie chapter, more to come!
Brooklyn, NY, USA. Uncle Eddie's brownstone.
Third person POV
After welcoming Kat and Hale into the household and exchanging a few words, the Bagshaws, Gabrielle and Uncle Eddie sat down in mismatched chairs at the table by the kitchen. As always, Uncle Eddie's house was always warm and always held the feeling of home.
Light banter and laughter added to the atmosphere while great-uncle Eddie passed around bowls. Everyone dug in quickly and despite the munching of silence, everyone was comfortable.
For a short while at least.
Until a shy noise came from the knocking on the door and all family members exchanged a glance.
"Expecting someone Uncle Eddie?" asked great-niece Katrina.
Eddie stood up slightly stiffly.
"I'll go see who it is, you kids stay here quietly" said Eddie grumbling.
Eddie then strode across the room and down the dimly lit hallway.
Grumpily, Eddie opened the door and glared out.
"Who's there and whattaya want?"
"Excuse me," asked a timid voice, her voice ever so slightly echoing into the dining room, "May I speak to Kat please?"
Brooklyn, NY, USA. At the door of an old brownstone house.
Cammie's POV
"Excuse me," I asked in a shy but clear voice, "May I speak to Kat please?"
Clinging to a cover made on the spot, I appeared shy, polite and clear with what I wanted. I was met with silence by the gruff old man that opened the door.
"I'm sorry, no one here goes by that name."
Cut off, I pretended to falter. It didn't look like I'd get anything out of him this way; my mind wheeled rapidly to think up a suitable excuse to get inside and to talk to this Kat.
After the stumble into each other down by Fifth Avenue, I had casually tailed them close enough to hopefully catch their names. Being a spy myself and with her being a pick-pocketer slash possible spy, I really doubt that any of the ID's I swiped were real. So I went closer.
(flashback to past)
"Kat, you must really like me don't you," asked a boy with messy light brown hair and golden skin.
"Otherwise you wouldn't be so concerned of my well-being."
The girl, Kat, laughed.
"Gee, sorry for making conversation…"
(back to present)
"Ahh, I'm sorry. It's just that someone dropped their ID and the address was here.." I trailed off chewing on my nails.
"But never mind I just must have read the address wrong. Thank-you very much for your help then sir, I'll see you later!"
With that I dashed away. I could see the old man's eyes on me through the reflection of an across the road brownstone houses window. Our eyes met and with one last glare the man slammed the door. I disappeared into the crowd.
Author's Note: Sorry this is a quick chapter, it's pretty much a filler but in the next chapter you'll get Cammie and Kat speaking face to face. My plan for them to meet will be quite exciting I hope! It'll bring out a side in Cammie that has changed since leaving Gallagher. I do have a plan with this story, but I was wondering for some ideas of things that could be stolen? I guess that's a sneak peak at the future but I don't know of any real famous/valuable places. Review or message me? I'll give you credit ;)
Oh and thanks for reading this quick chappie!