Old Friends

[walkthefire]

Katie was sitting in a bar in New Orleans, nursing a beer, on her semi-involuntary vacation. It had taken her a bit to track down the person she was waiting for but she was convinced he would be worth it. He was one of the people she had genuinely enjoyed serving with before she'd joined the unit and essentially dropped contact with everyone. That

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[vowtoredeemself]

Trevor walked into the bar ordering a beer since he was off duty. He took a moment to survey the people in the bar, all the usual faces. Wait--that face wasn't a usual. He was pretty damn sure he hadn't seen that face in awhile, not since she seemed to fall off the face of the earth. "Well shit. Katie?"

[walkthefire]

"Trevor." Katie smiled at him and stood to greet him. She had aged, cut her hair, but there was no mistaking that slightly devious look that had always been in her eyes. "Was waiting for you."

[vowtoredeemself]

"How did...wait this is you. Never mind asking how you knew I'd be here." He chuckled and greeted her with a hug. "How the hell you been?"

[walkthefire]

"You don't want to know. Let's just say I'm here," she told him, hugging him back gently. She didn't want to bring him down with her long story. "Seems like you made good for yourself."