InsaneJournal

Who: Kate Freelander and G. Lestrade.
What: Kate is occasionally nice.
Where: Their flat.
When: Saturday, evening.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

It was weird living with one person, after so long in the Sanctuary, and Kate realized she actually missed having everyone driving her crazy. Lestrade even kept to himself, and she was seriously fighting the urge to go and ask Tesla if he wanted a roomie. He, at least, would be sufficiently annoying. If she was lucky, Will or Hank would show up soon and life would return to its crazy norm. Ashley provided entertainment, but Kate still missed her friends. She'd even take Big Guy at this point.

Still, G. wasn't bad...even if he wouldn't tell her his name. He was smart and he called her on her bullshit. It was kind of fun. He also worked a lot, and Kate kind of found herself worrying about him sometimes. She wasn't sure he took good care of himself, and she cursed Magnus for making it so she cared about things like that. Damn bleeding hearts, ruining her reputation. But she found herself sometimes doing stupid things like suggesting he get more sleep or, tonight's example, cooking food for more than one person. It wasn't a widely known fact that she could cook, mostly because she seriously didn't want to deal with what Will or Hank would say about that one, but she could. Anyway, it wasn't like she'd cooked for him, and she'd kick anyone's ass who suggested she had. She just cooked because she wanted to, and made enough for more than just her.

So when G. finally dragged himself back from what ever detectivey thing he was doing, there was real-people food. "So, you should eat," Kate said casually, as if this wasn't weird at all. "If you die, people will blame me and then I'll have to kick your ass. Besides, I was bored and this seemed safer than getting up to illegal shenanigans." Just let him say something smartass. She would so hurt him.