Katherine Megan Stone (katestone) wrote in nbc_chicago, @ 2011-08-11 12:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | brian ross, kate stone |
Who? Kate and Brian
When? Thursday, mid-day
Where? starting at the studio
What? A lunch that includes both parties investigating how much trouble the other has gotten into in the last year.
Rating? TBD
It was just after noon, and Kate was just about finished work for the day. She already had the most exciting weekend planned: laundry, cleaning, her fix-it list and probably dinner with her dad one night. The last part actually was exciting, as she hadn't seen her dad in awhile. The other part of her weekend made her want to weep with boredom. Sitting in her desk chair, Kate spun around once, staring at the ceiling while she waited for her documents to finish backing up so she could take some of her work home with her. "Ooh, add that to my pile of upcoming weekend fun," she mumbled to herself.
Sighing, she spun again, thinking that it would have been more fun if she had plans with Brendan or if her sister-in-law's baby shower was this weekend. "Maybe a trip to the spa," she said to herself with a sparkle in her eyes. On her second spin, she stopped and sat up straight when she saw someone familiar. "Brian! Brian!" she exclaimed, pushing herself to stand up, shaking her head clear of the spinning from twirling around in her chair. "Hey! Where are you off to?" she asked him.
Brian’s morning had been a hectic one but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t use to. It was the usual string of following leads and conducting interviews and forcing people to talk about things they didn’t want to talk about. The past few days had been spent talking to a dozen strip club owners, and strippers about their involvement with a number of politicians. Most of the club owners that was willing to talk honestly and openly were the same owners that donated large sums of cash to politicians and advise their employees to send votes their way, only to have been double crossed when the same politicians took up the religious and women right group’s fight against the very clubs that help aide their campaigns. Today Brian was making phone calls and a following a paper trail of cash that was leading to a very high profile politician.
Brian hadn’t left his office much only coming out long enough to take bathroom breaks. Having worked thought breakfast , his stomach wasn’t going to allow him to skip lunch and Brian found himself heading out of his office and down the hall way. As he reached Kate’s chair he stopped to answer her “Lunch want to join me?” It’s been a long time since him and Kate had one of their long Friday lunch breaks that usual started with food at a nearby restaurant and ended in a bar, or some place where work was the last time on their mind.
Kate - barely - resisted the urge to jump up and down with excitement. "Do you even really have to ask?" she grinned, grabbing her bag from her desk drawer. Kate exchanged her office flip-flops for her heels that were stashed under her desk and stood up, checking her reflection in the mirror as she passed. When Brian had last worked for NBC Chicago, he used to let her tag along and learn what she needed to about what he did for the station. He was fast, moved fast, talked fast, reported fast. Kate loved it; she loved chasing down leads, racing from location to location until she was ready to fall down and he would announce another lead to follow. It was exhilarating, really.
"Lunch sounds perfect... wait, is this a working lunch?" she pouted, hoping that it wasn't, because on a Friday afternoon, she would rather drink and catch up with him then run across town in heels. "I didn't bring proper shoes today," Kate told him with a gesture to her shoes, "not for running across town."