(blush) I don't know why they couldn't...yeah, I know, I've got mad skills...but aside from that:) Is it a sex thing or a class thing? Cause, you know, A Kay who didn't find her dream job? Probably waits your tables. Checks you out at K-Mart...is that single mom who hesitates to apply for assistance cause her pride's all she's got. Like if you're a TV writer do you not listen to those people or something?They probably know more Russerts, which doesn't really explain why Megan's character is so weak, so much of the time.

Bev, wrod.

Angel wishes he didn't know they're better off without him.

sniffling for the Hairloaf.

I've woobied myself into writing B/A futurefic, damn the hairloaf.

Sigh.

He snuck up on me.

See, I am allllll about the hairloaf.

Normally, I'm all about my girls (Buffy, Faith, and Fred), and my Wes.

Angel, however, has been doing this stealth overwhelming of my mind since Absolution.

(Buffy, Faith, and Fred)

Ah! FCM?

ARGH! HARD!

Sigh.

C-Fred (wince), F-Faith (duh), M-Buffy (then I can continue to F Faith in our group thang).

You so evil.

You so evil.

You know it, babe.

riding every drop of blood that drips to the earth far below, from the wounds of a young girl.

Jeebus, deb. Ouch.

erika, enjoying this. (even if i don't hate kate.)

"Hate" is strong for me. But I think Kay would, at least initially, think of her as a pouty-mouthed secretary with a gun.She's got a lot invested in being one of the guys.And she doesn't trust new people easily.

And on that note, a little more: "What's the department saying?" Kate said.

"Oh, you know the jerk-offs upstairs...what are they not saying....there's talk of involving the Fibbies."

And there was, right then, from me...so you know, I didn't lie. She didn't care for my phrasing, but she knew what I meant. Mixing jurisdictions, especially with Feds, is always a screaming nightmare...I'd rather have a red-ball and a yeast infection. I couldn't believe it when she winced when I said jerk-off...what do LA cops say? "We work for God, and it like...harshes our mellow, dude. Omigawd."

"Yikes, what a nightmare...yours, mine, and the FBI's."She said "Yikes!" I couldn't help smiling...I tried to arrange my face into a thoughtful expression.

"Yeah, Kate, that's why I was hoping to get some voluntary cooperation, huh? Woman to woman...it feels so weird to use your name. I was Katie to my mother for five seconds as a girl...then I learned to fight and it didn't take...I was named for..."

"Katharine Hepburn." Kate says. "Me too,"

"Well, I guess we're a couple of "Women of the Year" huh? Not the same year, though."

"We're a detective down at the moment...I'll do what I can. But here's a firm that specializes in this kind of case."

"Angel Investigations...we help the hopeless," I read(Why do people do that? Read cards out loud? But we all do it...perps to Presidents) Guess they lost that motivational speaking job,huh?

"They're very good. Obnoxious, but good."

"Look, I didn't come all this way to get handed off to some Sam Spade wannabe with a depressing motto, huh?"

"Less Sam Spade more Heathcliff meets Dracula. And, woman to woman, this case isn't work, is it?

Wow, girlfriend's got instincts after all. I didn't expect that. "Maybe, maybe not. Why don't you tell me your theory and I'll tell you if your guess is right?"