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@quietresistence gets a starter for Commander McGarrett

“Ms. Harris, would you mind telling me about your associate?” Steve looked at the reporter, he shouldn’t even be talking to a reporter, but she was the closest they could get to their suspect. “This is of importance and I hate to say it, but you’re the closest we’ve got.”

He returned her smile with one of his own. “I’m ready to go home,” he admitted. “You know what I really miss, besides my family? Peanut butter. I wish we got peanut butter here. I would die for a peanut butter sandwich on real bread that’s not made from sawdust.” He sighed. “But no matter. Can I get you anything?”

It was a rare occasion that Rob got actually full on drunk. He avoided it usually and slowly nursed one drink while everyone else went through more but this evening he’d had a great time and somehow his glass had always been topped up so it got difficult to keep track of how much he’d had. 

“Silly with love for you,” he mumbled his lame and cheesy response as he continued to kiss along her neck. Smiling he shifted even closer to her and dragged his lips up to her ear. “The most beautiful wife I’ve ever had. The loveliest, sweetest, prettiest,” he punctuated each word with a badly aimed kiss to her jawline, “sexiest little woman I’ve ever seen…”  

Oh... he was so drunk, she laughed to herself, running a hand through his hair with the smallest of grins.  And still trying to be the smoothest talker around despite it, though he was being very amusing.  Now, she wanted to know who he’d been spending the evening with because she needed to know and also give them a piece of her mind.

Brows quirk as the goddess gazes down at the woman who’s tears glisten in the dim light as they roll down her cheeks. She hadn’t seen such empathy in anyone she had encountered in the SS building. At first they stared at her with a look of longing in their eye, like they had captured the means to end the world and had plans to use her. As she refused to aid them that look turned to one of hatred. They saw a weapon not a woman. A means to destroy their enemy who they had sworn to be allies with  

Lips part as words of not hatred but love fill her ears. She hadn’t lost hope even in such a dark time as this but the woman’s words proved that not everyone in this country was full of hatred. She knew some rebelled yet there intentions seem skewed. Neither side was better then the other and innocent people still got hurt. That was why she was here. She stood to protect those who could’t protect themselves and she would continue to do so until love won. Diana’s lips turn up into a smile as blood no longer stained rose colored lips. “Then I am wrong. Perhaps you won’t grow old in a world with out love.” She could feel her strength returning to her bones, feel the energy that connected her to the gods flow through her limbs as wounds began to heal. Soon she’d be able to escape.

“What is your name?” Diana speaks wishing to learn about the woman who still seemed hopeful of the world she lived in changing. 

    No, of course, the woman would not stop talking...  But then again, perhaps that would be the answer they would expect the other to give to her statement.  Each side would assume they knew it was meant for them.  This Diana was correct, however... the words were for her ears.  As long as people fought freedom and loved purely, without hating anyone unduly, then in some small way, good did triumph.  The evil hadn’t destroyed all the good and hopefully, never would.  At the other’s reply, her chin dropped, a soft sigh escaping her before she could stop it.  No, perhaps she wouldn’t.  Katherine knew what the woman meant and yet it reminded her that she may not grow old at all, not if either side found out what she did.  The irony...  She was a double agent but yet not, working for both sides in a way while not allowing them to mix.  If anything, this would be her destruction, even more likely than her cell being found out.  But what was she to do?  Leave one or the other?  Both would endanger her even more or cause her to lose something she could not bear to let go...

She supposes she could only dodge her father’s friends for so long. Evelyn was bound to be tossed from the kitchen and out into the social atmosphere that had become her beloved and tranquil backyard. “Evelyn, darling go out to the party! The dishes will be taken care of. After all it is your birthday.” Cheeks redden as one of her neighbors gently takes her arm and escorts her outside. Washing the dishes had been her excuse not to join in on the festivities and her father was too busy discussing work to notice her absence. Hands smooth over her pale yellow dress as she moves out onto the back lawn. Green hues search for a few friendly faces who she felt comfortable with. Eyes land on the once construction worker turned spy, Joe Blake. His blue hues meet her gaze and she quickly looks away as her cheeks turn rosy once more.

Evelyn moves through the guests and stops every so often as someone wishes her a happy birthday. She breaths a sigh of relief as she finally finds Kat standing amongst the crowd. “Thank goodness you’ve came!” Evelyn’s arm wraps around the other woman’s as she stands beside her. “There are far too many people here for my liking. Really I would have been happy with dinner in followed by some tv. This was father’s idea. Quite literally a surprise.”  quietresistence // closed starter 

    She honestly didn’t know what to do with herself as she walked up to her friend’s home.  It was a visit too foreign to know how to handle, surrounded by the types that would hardly give her another look as she worked away at a desk in a building downtown.  Let alone... she’d never seen Smith outside of work and with both her knowledge of the closeness of their families as well as the proximity of their homes to one another, there was little doubt in her mind that she would see him at some point.  Then, there was that it was a birthday party...  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to one of a person close to her own age.  Certainly her own with her uncle and to those of his friends when they held them, but the only things she lacked living with him were friends close to her age, not that it ever bothered her much.

The new one films on my school's campus like... twice a year. I legit JUST got an email about it today. ��