Chapter Six - Dinner
I know that Booker moves awfully fast, but he was a player back at Jump Street. Maybe that part of him is still in there.
Also, Angel comes off as a little stalkerish. He’s stalkerish in the show too, it just doesn’t come off as creepy because he’s always trying to help someone. Just think of it as him being over-protective of Kate. DISCLAIMER
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characters. Chapter Six
Two days later, Booker stood nervously in the hallway outside of Kate Lockley’s door. He had shown up announced and hoped that she was home. It had been a very long time since he had done anything like this.
Hesitantly, he knocked on the door. There was rustling inside, then the light behind the peephole disappeared. A moment later, Kate opened the door. “Dennis. What are you doing here?”
“I, uh, I was just in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop by and see if you wanted to grab dinner. Or a drink. Or something.” It sounded lame and he knew it. But he just stood there and waited for her answer.
After a minute, she smiled. “Sure.”
The door closed for another moment, then Kate reappeared in the doorway carrying her purse and a coat. “Let’s go.”
Together they walked down to the elevator, each shifting nervously and looking anywhere but the other’s face. “Sorry about the short notice,” Booker said to the elevator button panel.
“It’s fine,” Kate replied to the plant on the small end table. “Where do you feel like going?”
Booker shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t really expect to get that far.”
They both laughed and the moment diffused just a little. “Well now that we’ve reached this point, it’s time for you to choose where we’re going.”
Slightly blushing, Booker nodded. “Fair enough. I suppose it depends on what you’re in the mood for.”
They took the elevator down to the ground floor and headed for the black car parked at the curb. Kate frowned. “I thought you had a bike?”
Booker blushed again. “I do. This belongs to a friend. I, uh, didn’t think you’d be comfortable riding the bike.” He opened the side door for her and she climbed in.
Kate caught sight of a label sticking out from the underside of the visor. “Well remind me to thank H.T. Ioki sometime.”
Booker shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Only Ioki would label his car. You didn’t answer my question.”
She shrugged. “I guess if you’re going to make me choose, then how about Hard Rock Café? That place is always fun.”
He nodded. “LA or Hollywood?”
“Definitely LA. You have to pay ten dollars to park at the Hollywood one.”
Booker laughed. “Fair enough.”
The Hard Rock Café was busy but they did not have long to wait for a table. As they ordered drinks and looked at the menu, Booker wondered again what exactly he was doing. His growing feelings for Kate were something that he had not felt for a long time. Not since before Jump Street. Not since before that girl had killed herself when she realized that she had fallen for a narc.
He had no idea how Kate felt about him. But he knew that getting involved with a client was a bad idea, especially since Kate was a cop and could probably read him like a book. That thought alone made the whole situation unsettling.
He must have been quiet, because Kate was looking at him strangely. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” he said quickly. “I’m fine.”
“Because you look like you’re worried about something.”
Booker shook his head. “No. Everything’s good.”
She smiled hesitantly. “Good.”
They sat in awkward silence for a minute. Then Kate asked, “How’s my case?”
“Honestly, I’ve kind of reached a stalemate at the moment,” Booker admitted. “I’ve called as many times as I can without being suspicious, but Angel has no new information for me. Probably because this twin brother I have him searching for doesn’t really exist.” He smirked. “Well, hasn’t for many years anyway.”
Kate raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”
Booker chuckled. “I gave him the name of an alias I used once while undercover. The brother that he’s looking for is the alias my partner on that case used. So in theory there might be some information about the great but short football career of Doug Blackwood at Augustana High School, but that’s it.”
“That’s smart, though,” Kate said. “If there’s even a tiny piece of information about him, then Angel won’t suspect that you made him up. He may be strange, but Angel is a very intuitive PI.”
Frowning, Booker said, “You sound like you respect him.”
Kate was quiet at first. Then she said, “I do.”
“Then, why are you having me investigate him?”
Kate’s cheeks reddened. “Curiosity,” she said sheepishly. “There’s just something I don’t understand about him. And I guess with all the help I give him, I just want to know what’s going on.”
It was not the answer Booker expected, although it did put his mind at ease. More than he wanted to admit, he had been afraid that Kate had been attracted to Angel. He also hated to admit that he could have been jealous. Dennis Booker did not get jealous, but Kate seemed to bring out a new and decidedly uncomfortable side of him.
Their dinner conversation consisted mostly of meaningless small talk. They laughed over drinks and shared a dessert before finally they got back into Ioki’s car to head home. At Kate’s door, they stood in a slightly embarrassed silence. “Thanks for dinner,” Kate said.
“No problem.” Booker smiled. Then without a second thought, he grabbed her and kissed her deeply.
When he released her, they were both breathing heavily. “I’ll see you soon,” he said with a lopsided grin.
She nodded. “Yeah, okay. Goodnight.”
Kate disappeared into her apartment and Booker headed down to return Ioki’s car. He picked up his bike from Ioki’s parking spot and rode grinning back to his own place. He paid little attention to anything until a soft voice made him pause as he unlocked his door. “Mr. Booker. Or should I saw Mr. Blackwood?”
Booker groaned and turned around to face Angel standing in the shadows. “Look who’s talking, Mr. I Got No Last Name.”
“I’ve been looking for Kate,” Angel said. “And it seems that she’s been spending all of her time with you.”
Groping behind him for the doorknob, Booker said, “Yeah? So?”
Angel took a step toward him. “I don’t know what you’re playing at.”
Booker smirked. “Then you’re not as good at your job as Kate says you are.” His hand closed around the doorknob and he opened it to step backward into his apartment. Angel followed him but stopped just short of the doorway. “What do you want?”
Angel glared at him from the hallway. “I don’t like being tricked.”
Booker shrugged. “Too bad, my friend.” Then he closed the door in Angel’s face. Then he collapsed on his couch and leaned his head back. Kate was not going to be happy with this.