justdidntseeit: (time here all but means nothing)
Kate Warner ([personal profile] justdidntseeit) wrote2009-11-22 07:39 pm

[[ france ]]

[ "about last night ... " ]
Kate wakes early -- too early, judging by the near-darkness of the bedroom.

After a few minutes, when it's annoyingly apparent she won't be drifting back to sleep, she presses a soft kiss to Bill's cheek and murmurs near his ear when he stirs.

Easing out of bed, she pulls on a pair of sweats and tugs on a couple of layers; she wants to keep warm during her jog.

After checking to make sure Boo's still sleeping soundly across the hall, she slips downstairs to make fresh coffee for Beckett and Bill before her morning run.
fanofthegenre: (workout.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Beckett's already been awake - a good number of hours, now, judging by the sweaty condition she's in as she does a few stretches outside the house. She hadn't been able to sleep much at all last night, really, even though there'd been something soothing about being able to hear Kate and Bill talking from her room.

She hadn't been able to make out anything in particular, other than the soft lilt of Kate's voice followed by the lazy rumble of Bill's, but after their conversation had died down, all she'd been able to do was toss and turn. By the time the clock hit A.M. time, she was already up and dressed for a run of her own.

She tiptoes into the kitchen - a little tough to do in sneakers, admittedly - and almost has a heart-attack when she runs full-on into Kate in the semi-darkness.

"Holy - God, I didn't know anyone else was up."
fanofthegenre: (caught.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep," she admits.

Her own hands are just underneath Kate's forearms, touch light and reassuring.

"You making coffee?"

She can hear the maker hiss and spurt as the water starts to filter through.
fanofthegenre: (workout.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks."

She's still a little damp; there's a towel resting on the counter that she'd left for herself earlier, and she uses it to dab at her face and the back of her neck.

"Where were you planning on going?"
fanofthegenre: (sunlight.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"What time is it now?"

A quick glance toward the clock - she's only been out for an hour, running, but truthfully, she's been up longer than that.

"Not that long," she lies.
fanofthegenre: (caffeine.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
The coffee's finished brewing by now; she crosses to the other side of the counter to pour herself a cup, back turned to Kate for a moment.

"Nothing in particular," she says - which is the truth, she hadn't been able to put a face on her insomnia.

"It happens from time to time," Beckett adds, lifting the mug to her lips.
fanofthegenre: (serious.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Restless mind, late nights: it all contributes to a profound lack of sleep, most of the time.

Beckett turns around just in time to witness Kate's expression.

"Hey."

She sets the mug down, touching the outside of Kate's hand with still-warm fingers.

"You alright?"
fanofthegenre: (coffee.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe?"

She leans back against the counter, reaching for her coffee again, and crosses her legs at the ankle.

"Sometimes it's harder, especially after a difficult case. Especially seeing things that would keep any civilian up for weeks."
fanofthegenre: (teal.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"It rarely is," she murmurs, and for a moment, she's lost in her thoughts.

It only lasts that long before she's back again.

"But it's work worth doing."
fanofthegenre: (small smile.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Beckett does grin at that - small, sincere.

"How did you meet him? Jack, I mean."
fanofthegenre: (down.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh."

Jack had alluded to as much in one of their earlier conversations: meeting through CTU was something he wouldn't wish on anyone, as far as she'd gathered.

And to think that Kate had - she grips her own mug a little tighter.

"Did you - did something happen?"
fanofthegenre: (race.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, my God."

She holds a hand out, then pauses, fingers curling in against her palm before she brings her knuckles to her mouth.

"Is she - I mean, did they - ?"
fanofthegenre: (away.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," is all Beckett can manage.

"Kate, I'm so sorry."
fanofthegenre: (new.)

[personal profile] fanofthegenre 2009-11-23 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
It's not something she has to say, but what else can she say?

It's already happened, and apologizing won't make up for that. And from the sounds of it, nothing will. Not really.

But the least Beckett can do is to be there - for Kate, for her peace of mind, for forcing her to relive it all. She reaches out, placing another hand on Kate's wrist, and then gives a gentle tug.

"C'mere."

Pushing whatever else she might be feeling at having Kate so close away, she pulls the other woman into a hug.
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