#silhoucttes

Kate was sitting in the living room, flipping through channels on the television before going to work -- if you could even REALLY call it that. it was more a chance to scope out the one percenters of the hampton's and to find her next mark. tv flipped off when she took a glance down at her phone, stepping into the shower to be ready in time. once finished, kate stepped from the shower and back into the house only to find a man she didn't recognize standing over her partner. "what the fuck are you doing? who are you?"

richie. doesn't look up, when his brother's new companion walks through the door. he'd seen her around, working surveillance he assumed- she couldn't be very good if she hadn't noticed him following. he fixes his glasses, before kneeling down besides his unconscious older brother. an unimpressed sigh, as he murmurs to himself, "you just couldn't get by without me, could ya brother?" he pats seth's face, brow furrowing, before he barks at kate, "get some water."

Kate raises a brow toward the man claiming to be Seth's brother. Whether or not he actually was was still up for debate. Arms crossed as she glares over toward the stranger. "If I thought water would work, I'd have gotten it a long time ago. Plus you have two arms and the kitchen is right over there. You can get it yourself if it's that IMPORTANT to you. Seth's brother is dead. He told me all about it, so who are you really and why are you here?"

richie. snorts, never lifting his head as he instead checks his brother's pulse. "did he mention he never found the body? did he take you to his grave?" satisfied with his brother's still presumably beating heart, he finally stands, staring down at her. "listen, i got it from here. get out while you still can, this racket ain't for pretty little girls." and with a huff, he hoists seth to his feet and drags him towards the bathroom.

Kate stands still, following Richie into the bathroom. "Okay, so you're his brother. That still doesn't give you a right to tell me what to do or where to go. Seth and I started this together, and I'll be damned if I let a Gecko boy push me around. So I'm not going anywhere -- and if you don't like it, then you can leave because we're doing just fine without you." richie. ignores her as he plops seth down into the bathtub, only caring to check for any cash he might have in his pockets. "i see you still know how to pick 'em," he murmurs, before he twists the knob and cold water rains down.

Kate glares as he places Seth in the bath tub. "I heard that, asshole."

Seth: finds himself hallucinating about richie again, reliving the moment richie disappeared into the flames of the bank only this time following him in and watching him burn alive. suddenly it's raining and he's staring down at richie's body and he's telling him ' i see you still know how to pick 'em '. the shock of the cold jolts him awake. he sputters, hands trying to wipe away he water but failing. " WHAT THE FUCK KATE?! " he yells, still not adjusted to his surroundings or realizing they're not alone.

Kate shrugs, hands raised in the air as he comes to. "Wasn't me. I wanted to leave you where you were, but this asshole thinks he's in control here now." Head tilts in Richie's direction as she sits at the side of the bathtub, handing him a towel. "Dry off with this." richie. he offers a shit spitting grin as his brother wakes up, turning the shower off as he yells. "awe, don't take it out on the kid. she's right, if she had it her way you'd be dead in the street. good for you for taking in a stray, brother."

Seth: grabs the towel from kate and begins to dry off before he hears his brother's voice and freezes. he shuts his eyes trying to ground himself, he's just high and imaging it again. he's not really there. when he opens them again, he sees richies face as clear as day and jumps, immediately trying to get to his feet but slipping in the water. " you're not real! " he exclaims, trying to get out of the tub and away from this hallucination of richie.

richie. practically laughs, shrugging his arms incredulously, bobbing his head as he extends a hand. "kate - am i real? ask your girl if i'm real. i thought you'd be a little happier to see me, given i just saved your life."

Kate reaches her hand out to help Seth up, nodding her head in response to Richie's question. "He's just about as real as I am."

Seth: smacks both of their hands away as he finally gets upright on his feet. " what? you shot up too? " he says, accusatory tone in his voice. " richie's dead! he's not fucking real! "

richie. his hands cup his brothers cheeks, twisting his face to look him in the eye. he pulls off his glasses, grinning down at seth. "i'm back, seth. i didn't die in that bank."

Kate rolls her eyes. "Apparently he didn't. He just let you think he was dead for a year."

Seth: knows the moment richie grabs his face and their eyes meet its really him. none of his nightmares or figments of his heroin highs had the life in his eyes richie had. he wants to be happy. wants to be glad its over. wants to embrace him because god he's missed him but all he can think is how he's lied. all this damn time, he was alive.. and kate's voice flips a switch in him. she's right. he goes from freaking out to seeing RED in seconds. he's filled with white hot anger and can't contain it. " YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING LYING TO ME ALL THIS TIME, RICH? " he screams, shoving him away from him. he wants to scream more but before he knows it he's lunging at him and tackling him to the ground, fists pummeling him.

Kate contemplates pulling Seth off of Richie -- but decides against it with the blind rage he's flown into. She knows she couldn't stop him even if she'd tried and it would only end up in her getting hurt. She as to do something though, she knows she does. Before he kills his brother. Hand is on her gun and before she knows it, bullet is shot into the wall. "Stop fighting and act like civilized human beings!"

richie. stumbles back, but catches himself, putting his glasses back on. his hands raise cautiously, lips parting as if to protest, but is never given the chance as his brother tackles him to the ground. he feels his nose crunch, and lip go numb as his fists are flying. they roll over, arms flying and blood spitting from a split lip. it's only when the sound of a gun goes off that he stops, pushing seth off of him. he pants, wiping the blood off his lip.

Seth: can't stop attacking his brother, channeling all his hurt, anger, and betrayal into his fists. he was all he had and he flat out LIED to him and made him feel like he lost him. made him feel like he was at fault. it wasn't until he heard the gunshot that he relented, falling to the ground next to richie as he shoved him off. " you expect me to be CIVIL when this son of a bitch lied to me! ABOUT DYING?!"he yells. " i can't be civil right the fuck now! " Kate sighs, setting the gun down on the table. "He did. He lied and it was a shitty thing to do, but don't you want to know why? He's not going to be able to tell you if you beat the shit out of him."

richie. wipes the blood on his black pants, adjusting his glasses. "aw, don't give me that crap. we've been through worse," he shakes his head. "what happened to always finishing the score, brother?" brows raise presumably, before dropping the black duffel bag he came with. "here's your cut. seems long over due."

Seth: sneers at his brother as he gets up off the ground and onto his feet. " you make me think you're fucking dead in a fire JUST LIKE DAD, disappear, and just show up here like its completely fine to finish a score? no explanation? NOTHING? " he picks up the discarded towel from the floor and dries off. " fuck you, rich. "

richie. stands as well, shrugging his arms innocently. "i had to go back in there, or they would've got us both," he shakes his head, glancing once at kate and back to seth. "i see you spent no time replacing me. what're you doing in the fucking hamptons anyway?"

Seth: blurts out, " you could've said something to me! " he runs his hand over his face, through the beard he currently had. " i wasn’t trying to replace you. do you have /any/ idea what kind of a place i was in? " he shakes his head, he didn't owe him any fucking explanations. " easy money. now why are you here? now? and where the hell were you? you owe me answers. " richie. chuckles lighting, "i'm getting an idea, given that sleeve on your arm." his face lights up as a stupid grin is plastered on his face. "mexico! aye, hermano! nothing's treated me as well as death has, i say you try it one day. believe it or not, but i didn't come back east for you - can you believe it! the gecko brothers in the hamptons, what are the odds. -- i know you're mad at me right now, but you won't be when you realize who i'm working for." he glances again at kate wearily, as if to ask if she can be trusted.

Seth: rolls his eyes as richie speaks. he didn't have much self control at the moment but it was taking everything in him not to punch him again. he balls his fists at his sides, taking a deep breath through his nose to keep calm. " i'm glad to hear death has treated you /so well/. " he remarks, bitter sarcasm just dripping from every word. it did sting knowing he didnt come back for him, he would've gone anywhere for richie. he glances at kate too then back at him and nods, " she wouldn't be here if i couldn't trust her. and right now, it's more than i trust you. " he crosses his arms over his chest, " who is it? "

richie. shrugs, figuring kate couldn't cause too much damage. but he's been wrong before. "el nombre carmen montoya mean anything to you?"

Seth: raises an eyebrow, " that mexican chick that came to town? obviously part of a cartel? " he asks. seth knew his shit. it wasn't hard to figure it out especially with the quality in the drugs coming in improving a lot more. he pauses. " she's your boss now? " richie. brows raise, as he bites back a smirk, nodding. "that mexican chick isn't just a part of said cartel, she runs the whole damn show." he can't hide his wide, toothy grin now, as if he expects his big brother to be proud of him for bagging such a broad. "and she has /me/ looking after her fiances."

Seth: can see the pride rolling off of richie in waves. his eyes widen, impressed smile starting to stretch across his face. " you're fucking shittin' me. she runs the whole operation? " normally he'd be fucking giddy as a school girl but he was still angry. he still didn't know what this had to do with him. richie made it clear he didn't come back for him. his face turns stony again, cold. " sounds like you'e set up. i don't see what this has to do with me. you made it clear the second you 'died' the gecko brothers were done. " so, he was bitter. oh well.

richie. thinks he's in the clear for a tentative moment, but that's gone as quickly as it came. "don't be so proud. how was i supposed to know you'd turn to shit without me? the idea was that you'd be better off. we got in with some bad people, brother. i had to go underground. but i'm going to make it up to you, just like old times, right? i'm telling you, a hit on this broad and we can both retire."

Seth: his jaw tenses momentarily, he knows he can't be too angry at the comment. that was just richie being richie. but how could he not spiral and hit rock bottom? " you were all i had since we were kids. what the fuck did you expect.. " he trails off. the word brother at the tip of his tongue but it feels foreign. leaves a bad taste in his mouth. " sounds great but excuse me for being hesitant about getting into the proverbial bed with you again after you completely fucked me over! "

richie. knows that this is his fault - that seth has more than every right to be angry. but he'd do it all over again if he had to. if he hadn't of faked his death, one or both of them would have likely ended up actually dead. "will you quit it with the theatrics! i'm back, i said i'm sorry, let's move on," he waves his hand, "like professionals."

Seth: knows he should be a bit more forgiving. he was saving their life but he would have preferred to KNOW the plan. the past two years had been hell without him. he was a heroin addicted uber driver for christ's sake. he groans. he could use the money. " fine. professionals. THAT'S IT. we keep it about the job. " he's still angry but he couldn't turn down money, especially this much. richie. brows raise, as do hands, profaning innocence. lips twitch, as he bites back a smirk. "just another job."

Seth: points at richie, emphasizing his point as he speaks. " then you go your way with your cut and i go mine. "

richie. nods in agreement. "if that's what you want."

Seth: nods, " it is what i want. " and he's convinced it is but underneath everything, it isn't. he missed his brother. " we'll do this. you can do whatever the fuck you want and i'll do whatever i want. " he looks at kate, " and you can stay here, go wherever you want... or come with me. it's up to you. " Kate sighs, hands folded as she looks up in Seth's direction. It's strange, now when she thinks about the future -- she can't imagine one without him in it. Most of the time he drives her crazy and he deserves to be smacked in the head, but he was her partner and they'd come this far together. "I'll come with you." That had been the plan all along after all. Seth: eyes linger on kate momentarily. it'd been a miracle that she actually stuck by him this long. he was an ass and he knew it but he didnt know how to show he cared, especially after richie well.. died. the plan was to leave together and he was glad she was sticking to it. he quickly turns his eyes back to his brother, knowing him well enough to know he had a smart as remark. " save it. "

richie. eyes widen, and hands raise profaning innocence. "if you need me to leave, so you have the room to yourself, just say the word, brother."

Seth: rolls eyes, the word brother still feeling unnatural for now. " shut up, alright? shouldn't you be getting back to your mexican broad anyway? " he asks a bit more bitter and sarcastically than intended. " sure she doesn't have her hombres looking for you? "

richie. snorts, waving his hand dismissively, as he fixes his jacket collar. "don't you worry about me now. she trusts me with her life. -- you just try and avoid getting in any trouble before it's time."

Seth: shakes his head, slightly amused. " well she deserves what's coming to her if she trusts you of all people. " he shrugs his shoulders, " i'll stay out of trouble as best as i can. you know where to find me when its time to plan. "

richie. shrugs off his brother's dig with ease, as he slowly moves for the door. he glances down at his shoes, adjusting his glasses. his hand rests on the door knob, lingering for a moment. "you'll hear from me."