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pippytmi · 10 months ago

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kacy + a break-up AU based on this prompt list: "you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital"

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The thing no one says about breakups is that they're an utter inconvenience.

Kate tries to rationalize it; she was dating Lucy Tara for twelve months and thirteen days, it's only natural to have established a routine that will take some time to unlearn. So when she wakes up and reaches for a warm body that isn't there, it still takes a while to remember why. And when she makes her morning coffee, maybe sometimes she will pour the creamer that Lucy likes by accident. (By the end of the week, she will have to pour the whole container down the drain). That’s normal too. Mostly.

Lucy’s absence hits the most in the morning, but Kate goes through the motions anyway. Before Lucy she would always take her coffee outside and sit on the balcony to watch the sunrise, so she still does it. Of course now there’s no Lucy wrapped up in a blanket and insistently making her way onto Kate’s lap to sleep while she does it, but. Kate sips from her mug and watches the clouds roll in over the gloomy horizon and pretends nothing has changed.

The drive to work is quiet save for the gentle patter of rain against her windows. Her radio is still set to the station Lucy likes, and Kate hasn’t managed to change it. Baby steps—that’s all it takes. Maybe tomorrow Kate might have the courage to switch it back to her own.

And when everything at home is too loud and simultaneously too empty, there’s work. Kate gets to her desk and finds a mountain of files with new assignments, and she welcomes them with open arms; her work has always been separate from Lucy, and it's the one constant she doesn't need to readjust to.

For a blissful hour and a half, Kate is in her own world. She argues with a client about what confidentiality means (and what it doesn't). She reschedules the deposition of a plaintiff on a particularly high-profile case because opposing counsel has accidentally double-booked. She creates an Excel spreadsheet to keep track of her new cases but organizes the clients by market value.

By all accounts, her morning is shaping up considerably. That is, until her cell phone starts buzzing.

She ignores the first call from the unknown number flashing on the screen. Instead, she gets coffee from the awful machine in the break room. The second call comes thirty minutes later, and Kate ignores it again, spends her time politely explaining how to use the fax machine to her confused new paralegal.

When her phone rings a third time—just as Kate has gotten out of a grueling meeting with the senior attorneys which should've been an email—she answers it solely for peace of mind: “This is Kate.”

There's a brief shuffle on the other end. “Hi, I'm calling from St. Joseph Hospital for a Katherine Whistler?”

“Speaking,” Kate says curtly, prepared to give a spiel about how she won't donate at this time when the caller continues,

“Oh—good morning.” More shuffling. “Is this a good time? I have a sensitive matter to discuss.”

Kate frowns even if the person on the other line can't see it. “Yes, it's fine,” she says, and watches as her work phone lights up with another call that she will just have to return later.

“I'm calling on behalf of a patient: Lucy Tara. She has you listed as her emergency contact. She is unresponsive and we were wondering if you could come in to discuss the particulars of her care…”

The rest of the call is static. Kate almost drops her phone entirely, only grasping onto select words like they're a lifeline. Lucy is alive. Lucy is hurt. Lucy was found unconscious. Lucy has yet to wake up. Lucy is alive.

Kate doesn't even tell anyone she's leaving; she just goes. Later, senior attorney Michael Curtis will tell Kate that she looked extremely pale and sickly when rushing out of the office, but Kate will only remember a vague blur from that phone call to actually arriving at the hospital. It might be the most reckless thing she’s ever done, come to think of it.

Dr. Carla Chase is the physician assigned to Lucy’s care, and she takes one look at Kate and blinks as if surprised to see her. “Forget an umbrella?”

“I'm sorry?” Kate says, heart caught dangerously high in her throat. She's literally choking on worry—Dr. Chase’s words don't sink in until she takes a step forward and realizes she is currently dripping all over the linoleum floor.

Dr. Chase gives her a small, sympathetic smile. “Let me ease your mind,” she says. “Ms. Tara woke up. Our timeline is good, she was not unconscious for long. Has a concussion and a nasty bump, but she's going to be just fine.”

Kate breathes. “Oh,” she says shakily, and embarrassingly, hot tears spring to her eyes at the confirmation. “That's…great. Thank you.”

“You can come inside, see her. I'll go find you a towel.” Even though Kate is a sopping mess, Dr. Chase still pauses to place a hand on her shoulder and squeeze reassuringly.

Even with the worst over, the hardest part is still walking into the room—harder still is watching as Lucy looks up with those wide, curious eyes that become expressionless the instant she sees Kate.

“Kate? What are you doing here?” Lucy asks, voice not quite harsh but definitely not welcoming.

Kate opens her mouth, but is unable to form words. She's too stuck just staring at Lucy: at the bruise that colors the entirety of the swell of her cheek, at the large bandage over her jaw, at the purpling of her black eye. Any relief at knowing that Lucy is awake sinks into horror at the state of Lucy’s injuries.

“Kate,” Lucy repeats, frowning. “Why do you look like someone died?” A beat. “And why are you wet?”

“The—the hospital called me,” Kate manages. “Are you okay? How are you…how are you feeling?”

“I'm fine. I just fell down a stupid mountain.” Lucy smooths down her blanket, twisting the corner between her fingertips the way she does when she's uncomfortable.

“A mountain?”

“It's not as dramatic as it sounds,” Lucy says. “Kai and I were searching for a missing kid and we got separated, and with the rain it was muddy and foggy and…well, you get it.”

“And he left you there? Unconscious?” Kate has met Kai Holman once or twice, and knows very little about him except that just like Lucy, he volunteers for search and rescue missions to escape his normal job. Beyond that, Kate’s opinion of him is quickly going downhill.

“He wasn't there when it happened,” Lucy argues. “I already texted him and explained, but, I told him he didn't have to come see me or anything.” She stops. “So why did you come?”

“Because the hospital called,” Kate says again, which is pretty self-explanatory.

Apparently, Lucy does not feel the same way. “But you didn't have to answer the phone,” she points out. “We’re not together. You could've just said ‘sorry, she’s my ex’ and called it a day.”

Kate stiffens. “You're the one who has me as your emergency contact. It was the…decent thing to do,” she says.

Lucy rolls her eyes. “Okay, congratulations,” she says, “you have done your civic duty of not being an asshole. But I’m alright, so you can go back to deep-sea diving in your pantsuit or whatever you were up to before this.”

“Hold on,” Kate says, a flare of panic overtaking any objection she might have to Lucy’s disdain (which is completely unwarranted, by the way). “How are you getting home?”

“They’ve invented a modern miracle called an Uber, not sure if you heard.” Lucy waves her phone exaggeratedly. “I’ll survive.”

It's an out, and Kate should take it. She should walk out that door and never look back, let all the unsaid issues between them continue to morph and mutate into something ugly and irreversible. But she can’t.

“I’ll drive you home,” Kate says at last.

Lucy immediately shakes her head. “That’s not necessary,” she says. “Seriously. If you’re that against Ubers, I can call Kai and get him here in two seconds. He’d be more than happy to take me home.”

“That would be unnecessary. I’m already here.”

“And you don’t have to be,” Lucy reiterates, staring Kate down like she expects her to cave.

If it were any other situation, Kate would. She's soaked head to toe from the rain, she has no obligation to be here, and by all accounts either reason would be a rational excuse to extradite herself from this hospital. Especially the former—the chill of her wet clothes is finally beginning to catch up to her, and she blindly brushes back her damp hair while resisting the urge to shiver. It would be the rational decision to go home and change into warm clothes (and explain to her boss why she left without as much as a text explaining why).

But for once in her life, Kate isn't being rational. “I'm not leaving,” she says, crossing her arms in an attempt to look firm.

Lucy sighs, sagging backwards against her pillow. “Come on, Kate,” she says. “This is awkward enough. I don't need a babysitter after one tiny little fall.”

“Down a mountain,” Kate says, unable to let that fact go. “What do your parents think about this?”

“I…might've not told them. Exactly.” Lucy bites her lip in an obvious effort not to wince. “I asked for the day off when I woke up, so.”

Kate blinks. “You woke up after a traumatic fall,” she says slowly, “and…asked your parents for PTO.”

“I wouldn't call it traumatic. That's such an ugly word. Limiting, even,” Lucy says. “It would've been a total badass move if it hadn't been, you know, raining.”

A knock against the wall announces Dr. Chase’s arrival, who has thankfully brought Kate that towel. “How are we doing?” she asks.

“Ready to get out of here,” Lucy says, sitting up eagerly. “Whenever you say so, doc.”

“Well, I really would recommend a CT scan to be on the safe side,” Dr. Chase says. “But given that you've passed all our cognitive tests and your vision is good, I can consider a discharge…as long as you have someone at home to monitor you today and make sure no further symptoms arise. And no sleeping until your normal bedtime.”

“I’ll be with her,” Kate interjects as she towels off her hair. Lucy looks like she might argue, but her desire to leave must win out, because she doesn't speak up.

“Fantastic. Let me get your discharge paperwork and a prescription for some painkillers—all over the counter. Then we're going to have a serious discussion about what you should and should not do, okay?”

“Got it. Thanks, Dr. Chase,” Lucy says cheerfully, but the instant the doctor leaves, so does her smile. “What was that? You obviously can't stay with me.”

“I know,” Kate says defensively, even if—for a second—she had been completely prepared to. “I'm sure Ernie or Jane can monitor your symptoms just fine.”

“...yeah,” Lucy agrees slowly, as if she had been expecting Kate to argue. Then, “Oh, shit. I actually forgot to tell Jane I'm here.” She frantically opens her phone and starts texting up a flurry, her brow crinkling as she concentrates on her screen, and Kate is brought back to movie nights spent scouring Wikipedia articles and faux-arguing over date night picks and it's…too much.

This is the opposite of unlearning; this is an all too painful reminder that Lucy Tara is no longer in her life. Kate wrings the damp towel between her hands and takes a deep breath to save face. At the very least, Lucy doesn't seem to have caught on to Kate’s internal turmoil, because when she looks up again all the cheerfulness from before is back.

Kate knows in that instant she never wants Lucy to lose that cheer again. “Everything okay?” she asks, aiming for just-polite-enough interest, and Lucy is gracious enough to allow it.

“They found the missing girl,” Lucy says, sagging backwards in obvious relief. “Thank God.” When she smiles, even if it’s down at her phone, Kate nearly tears up all over again.

“That’s great.” Kate clears her throat, places her hands in her (wet) pockets, and tries very hard to act casual. “So is Jane going to stay with you, then?”

“No—she’s the one who found the kid, she has to stay and give the police a statement,” Lucy mutters, biting her lip distractedly as she types out another message. “I’ll see what Ernie’s up to.”

By the time Dr. Chase comes back with discharge paperwork and a spiel about avoiding screens (during which Lucy noticeably peeks at Kate, like she might rat her out), Kate has already resolved herself to zero interference. Obviously it’s not what she wants, but she listens to Dr. Chase and nods along at all the right times while in her head she is already drafting a very long message to Ernie with all the relevant information. Then she drives Lucy home to that bleak apartment that Lucy lives in mostly as a general “fuck you” to her parents, which Kate swears is either haunted or infested by very spirited roaches.

The entire ride there, Lucy doesn’t say anything about the car’s radio being set to her favorite station (and which Kate would always complain about), which is just as well. Kate isn’t sure how she would’ve explained it.

“This not sleeping thing sucks, I’m honestly dead tired with our without a concussion,” Lucy groans as she exits the vehicle, stretching her arms overhead.

Kate follows her outside, and when Lucy gives her a questioning look, she says, “Ernie’s not here yet, is he? I can at least wait with you until he does.”

“I’m sure I can survive thirty minutes alone, Kate,” Lucy says. “I won’t pass out the instant you walk away or anything.”

“I’d really rather wait,” Kate says, and Lucy sighs.

“Fine. God, I would’ve changed my emergency contact ASAP if I’d known you would be such a stickler for lame hospital rules.” Lucy wraps herself up in a large black hoodie which Kate recognizes as her own, still muddy from the fall but otherwise intact.

“Why did you?” Kate finds herself asking, mouth three steps ahead of her head, and Lucy pauses outside her apartment door.

“You mean why didn’t I change it? Because I forgot, I wasn’t exactly expecting to land in the hospital.”

“No, why…why did you make me your emergency contact in the first place?” Kate clarifies, her voice strangely quiet even to her own ears.

Lucy methodically unlocks her door, but her hands falter. “Just because,” she says at last. “You know how it is. Anything was better than my parents. Sorry I didn’t…ask you first.”

“Well, I mean,” Kate shrugs, “I didn’t ask you either.”

At that, Lucy whirls around, mouth agape. “You made me your emergency contact?”

Kate hesitates. “Yes? After like six months. It was a practical decision, we spent pretty much all our time together and I assumed…”

Somehow, she’s said the wrong thing, because Lucy’s eyes darken. “Right.” She moves away, digging through her fridge in search of something to drink, and Kate awkwardly leans against the kitchen counter and tries to make sense of what’s going on.

“Did you eat anything today?” Kate attempts to change the subject. “I can make you something before Ernie gets here.”

Lucy takes a gulp of a water bottle and doesn’t respond, just eyes Kate from across the kitchen with a sharp, unyielding glare. Finally, the words seem to burst out: “I wish you weren’t so—fucking—” She shakes her head. “Do you even know how you sound, sometimes? No girl wants to hear that they’re the practical choice. Just once, I wish you’ve would picked me because you wanted me.”

Kate feels her entire body prickle, partly in shock and partly in indignation. “What are you talking about? I did pick you.”

“Did you?” Lucy tilts her head. “”Cause it kind of feels like you picked the idea of me. At least, that’s how Cara tells it.”

“Seriously? Cara? She—” Kate pauses to exhale, swallows back a frustrated sob. “She’s wrong. I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust you. Fuck, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” This time, her voice quivers like the sob might escape, and some of the steel in Lucy’s gaze softens.

“Then why did you leave?”

“I thought that was what you wanted,” Kate says. “You were pushing me away, Lucy. What was I supposed to think?”

“You should’ve fought harder for me,” Lucy says. “You could have talked to me. Jesus, Kate, I don’t—I can’t have this conversation right now. I’m basically a prisoner in my house, this is the last thing I need.”

Kate’s shoulders fall. “I know,” she says. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that either,” Lucy snaps, and she chugs the remainder of her water before she stalks out of the room. “No apologies. Okay?”

“Okay.” Kate waits to see if Lucy will come back to the kitchen, but she doesn’t. Instead, she hears the tell-tale sound of Lucy banging around through her board game drawer, because the chess set Ernie gave her rattles and gives it away. Kate tentatively enters the living room, finds Lucy sorting through a Monopoly box, but doesn’t try to say anything else.

Lucy breaks the silence all on her own, eventually. “I have nothing to cook,” she says. “But I asked Ernie to bring food with him.”

“Alright.” Kate doesn’t sit down because her clothes are still damp, but she does wait by the couch. “Can I help with anything?”

“No.” Lucy is sitting cross-legged on the floor and carefully stacking Monopoly money into piles by color, her muddy hoodie occasionally smearing against the carpet. “I’m fine.” She obviously isn’t; her jaw is clenched, her back stiff, her entire demeanor still a perfect mirror of her anger.

Kate wisely doesn’t push. And when Ernie arrives carrying Thai food and a thick stack of books which Lucy is outwardly horrified at, Kate doesn’t try to stay.

“I’m going to send you the doctor’s discharge instructions,” she tells Ernie instead, as Lucy gingerly pokes through one of the books Ernie has handed off. “Make sure Lucy eats something before she takes her meds.”

“On it, Dr. Whistler,” Ernie says seriously, his voice going low so Lucy can’t hear afterward. “And thanks, for being there. Even if you two aren’t…”

Kate casts one final look at Lucy Tara, bundled up in her clothes and adorably pouting at the prospect of reading all night instead of playing board games, and feels her heart beat so hard it hurts. “Take care of her,” she says, but it’s not a request.

Ernie gives her a small, sad smile. “I will.”

Lucy doesn’t say goodbye, but she does spare Kate one brief, sorrowful once-over like she wants to. Kate memorizes that look—lets it linger in the back of her mind—and doesn’t cry until the first cheery pop song from Lucy’s favorite station starts playing on the drive home.

She hits the button to turn off the radio altogether, but her finger slips and she accidentally switches stations instead. Kate eases the car to a stop at a red light, watches as rain begins to drizzle once more, and then she makes the executive decision to switch it back.

Baby steps.

#something about these two & their exes era....they have me in a chokehold im ngl #kacy #kate x lucy #ncis hawaii #i listened to 'emergency contact' by PTV a million times writing this btw. song of all time #i need a fic tag

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piratekane · 2 years ago

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spoilers for NCIS: Hawai'i 2x15 (aired February 27, 2023)

Kate has had this dream. The one where she’s laying in bed and she can feel the sun creeping its way into the sky by the warmth that seeps through her light blanket somewhere around her knees before it moves higher, over her hips and navel and to the hollow of her throat. And then - a bed-warm hand that starts somewhere around her wrist, over the quickening pulse of nerves, that moves to the crook of her elbow and curls there. She feels fingernails scratching at the bone, and the gentle but insistent question: are you awake? In her dream, she smiles into the pillow under her cheek and grumbles out a harmless no. In her dream, a laugh reaches her ears - soft and like a song she’s heard before but never really stopped to appreciate until it was a sound just for her. In her dream, she rolls and feels the warm press of a body against hers, feels that laugh in her bones now instead of her ears.

In her dream, Lucy whispers good morning and Kate thinks, each day, yes. Yes, this is a good morning.

She’s had this dream every night since Lucy left. When she wakes up alone, curled into one side of the bed around a space where Lucy would be, everything is bittersweet. She’s happy that Lucy is stepping into who she wants to be; happy that Lucy is conquering her fears and thinking about her future. She’s sad that it means Lucy is somewhere else; sad that Lucy is so far away, that she’s not just on the other side of that pillow rise, eyes already open and smiling back at her.

A finger brushes over her brow. “Good morning,” dream-Lucy says.

Kate says what she always does. “It will be when you’re here.”

There’s a soft chuckle, more of an exhale than a noise. “And if I’m already here? What kind of upgrade is that?”

Kate’s eyes open and she blinks as Lucy - real and living and breathing and fingers slowly threading into her pajama top Lucy - comes into focus. Her smile is crooked, amused, and her eyes sparkle as she waits for an answer Kate can’t quite pull out of her mouth.

“I think it’s be a great morning, at least,” Lucy finally finishes. “Blink twice if you agree.”

Kate blinks three times and Lucy laughs, so loud and so bright and so perfect that Kate feels her lungs expand with the sound.

“You’re here.”

Lucy winds her fingers a little deeper into the fabric of Kate’s shirt, sliding closer instead of pulling. “I’m here. And I forgot how great here is. Soft blankets, firm pillows, a comfortable mattress.” Another inch closer. “The love of my life right next to me.”

It still does something to her, every time Lucy says the word love. She still can’t believe it. She, Kate Whistler, gets to be loved by Lucy Tara - out loud, for everyone to see. No more secrets, no more sneaking around. She carries it around like a badge she can’t help but show off. Look at me. Look what I’ve become with all this love.

“You’re really here?” She can’t help but ask again. She’s had this dream. And each time she’s woken up alone in a bed that never felt too big before now, in an apartment she never saw herself sharing with anyone.

Lucy must know. Lucy always knows. For all the ways Kate has tightened up her corners and pressed down on the parts of herself she didn’t want anyone to see, Lucy has always been able to get her to unfold and expand, to let herself grow instead of shrink down.

So Lucy doesn’t tease her. She doesn’t laugh or roll her eyes at what she’s sure is a stretch of fear in her voice. Lucy runs her finger across her brow instead, lets it follow a path down the slope of her nose and off the end of it, the pad of her thumb brushing against Kate’s bottom lip.

“I’m here,” she says, voice steady and sure. “And here is where I’m going to stay.”

Kate has had this dream before but all of it pales in comparison to the way Lucy closes the final inches between them and kisses her good morning like the last 4 months have just been a series of moments, of dreams, leading up to this one right here. This one that is real.

#for kay #ncis: hawai’i #ncis: hawai'i spoilers #kacy #kate whistler #lucy tara #lucy my beloved #they're back!!!!#they're back and they're perfect and LUCY is amazing #and i am so excited for the back half of this season because we are going to get so so much

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quanticowrites · 11 months ago

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Surf (Kate Whistler x Reader)

•• First Whistler fic! For anon, I hope you enjoy! ••

“Ow! God damn it!”

“If you’d stop moving, this would be less painful!”

“You’re putting too much pressure! It’s going to start bleeding again!”

“I’m certified in this shit, (y/n).” She said, tightening the bandage some more around your waist. “I know what I’m doing.” You winced. Well, you had no one to blame but yourself for getting shot. You’d hesitated because the shooter was so young. Kate leaned back on her knees and sighed. “You never should have been there in the first place.”

“I was doing just fine until-!” You stopped and took a sharp intake of breath through your teeth. Yelling did not help the pain that blossomed from your torso. “Fuck.”

“Don't strain yourself.” She stated, getting off the bed and helping you get leaned up against some pillows at the headboard. “Tennant knew I would object to this. That's why she was sure to get you out there before I could say anything.” She paused as if she wanted you to say something. Maybe tell her she was wrong. Unfortunately…she wasn't. Jane knew how Kate would feel about you going into deep cover, so she rushed you out of the building as fast as possible before Kate’s FBI team could catch wind of her plan. There was a new chain of dry cleaners popping up on the island, but it was a front for a drug ring trying to establish itself here. Jane wanted to nip it in the bud before it could get out of control. So, she put you on the inside. You'd been under for two weeks before this incident. Meaning you had two weeks of Kate ranting to go before she got over it. “Are you going to object?” She asked, crossing her arms. You scoffed.

“No, I'm not. I agreed with Tennant’s decision.” You saw her jaw clench. She wasn't happy about this new revelation.

“You what?”

“I chose to go undercover.”

“Why would you do that?” You blinked. She hadn't been informed of that part?

“Kate, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. I've been with NCIS just as long as you've been with the FBI.”

“It's not that-.” She huffed. “I just…you couldn't find two minutes to tell me about it?”

“Not really.” You start, already not liking the answer you had to give. “With helping Ernie make the fake background and social media to Tennant running me out of there…my mind was scrambling.” Kate sighed again. But this one seemed more understanding. If that made sense. She gently sat on the other side of the bed. Doing her best not to jostle you.

“FBI Agents go dark in the field all the time.” She started to fidget with her fingers. Picking at her nails and peeling the nail polish off in chunks. “I'm used to that at work. But…I never thought that might happen with you.” She laughed. “I don't know why, you're an agent just like I am. It could happen to us at any moment.”

“Come on, Kate. It's late. Lay down.” You lifted the blanket and Kate sent you a smile before snuggling underneath and curling up close to you. “How about…we have a secret word.” She blinked, her lips twitching upwards.

“Like…for sex?” You laughed, before biting your lip. Laughing that hard did not help the pain from your gunshot wound.

“N-no. Not for s-sex.” You waited until you regained your composure before telling her your actual idea. “For if one of us gets called to go undercover.” You saw her eyes moving through scenes in her mind. She ultimately nodded.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“I have good ideas.”

“On occasion.”

“I have good ideas all the time!”

“Tell that to the last load of laundry you did.”

“I genuinely thought adding bleach and detergent at the same time would wash both white and regular clothes.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“No one! I just thought of it!” You reached your hand out and held a finger to the tip of her nose. “Anyway, you're getting off-topic. We still gotta pick a word.”

“Alright. Fine.”

“How about…Aristotle?”

“The Philosopher?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Okay. Cheetos?”

“Cheetos?”

“They're my favorite junk food.”

“I already knew that.” You moved your finger to her forehead. “Let's pick a word that can be easily moved into a conversation. In case we have to be quick about it.”

“How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time.”

“It baffles the mind.” You looked her over with a smile. “Come on, that brain of yours can think of something.”

“Then….how about surf?” You nodded. That was a practical word for two agents that worked in Hawaii. Surfing was one of the most popular things to do on the island. It could work.

“That's perfect.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Kate.” You sighed, feeling the constraints of your bandages. “Your bandage skills aren't perfect though.”

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#Kate Whistler x reader #kate whistler #ncis hawaii #NCIS Hawaii x reader

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halforcdad · 2 years ago

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20 hours later and I still can't get over Kacy....

[Spoiler alert for those who haven't seen ncis hawaii 2x20]

Them...reenacting their first meeting...on their anniversary...just looking at each other w heart eyes and soft smiles...*look at a photo of them* *cry*

that scene! that episode!

kate leaning in whispering excitedly in a busy bar to lucy (strangely enough, it reminded me very vaguely of a scene from this fic i love) to keep going! and let me tell you i was not prepared for the zoom out showing just how close they really were and kate's hand on lucy's arm! and lucy's hand on top of it! like hello is this allowed

and can we for a second appreciate that while lucy made the first move, kate answered in kind telling her to come closer? i feel like we focus on lucy's game a lot (rightfully so bc girl's got moves), but as their banter, lucy's praise (almost always highlighting how smart and charming kate is), and this scene show: whistler's got mad rizz too LMAOOO

lucy saying in the beginning of the episode how she wanted to celebrate their awesomeness as a couple and how far they've come and then the episode ending with them at the bar they first met, reenacting their first conversation, where kate literally spells out the differences between that night and this reenactment (they're too intimate now to commit to the casual dance they were doing the first time and that makes me wanna scream), where we can see clearly just how far they've come with their body language, their easy, intimate conversation (Kate reassuring Lucy that it isn't silly and being all for it, s1 kate would never), them breaking character laughing at themselves, enjoying this moment with each other and the love that would eventually come out of it

all this plus everything we got in 2x19, kacy is so fucking back baby

#ncis hawaii #kacy #asks #everyone should go read that fic this is a promsie promotion post in disguise #im so sad that the seasons ending already! it feels like we just got lucy back #but these last two epispdes have really made up for her absence and made me feel something again LOL #the way they look at each other is insane #first of all lucys so brave for chatting up a hot woman in a non gay bar bc jesus christ #but also kate with the its hard to hear you you want to sit closer like ok bitch!!#and they were both so hot in that scene!

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mangeur-detoiles · 3 months ago

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1, 36, and 37 for the gif ask game? 👀💕

Hi!

Thank you for your questions. Before answering, I'd like to tell you again how much I enjoy your fics. Your Kacy Hunger Games AU is amazing and very inspiring.

How did you get into graphics / gif making?

I became interested in graphics and gif-making when I joined the Clexa fandom and Tumblr a few years ago. Here's my first gifset. I was sooooo into clexa and I wanted to contribute to the community and express my enthusiasm. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at writing, so I decided to create gifs and graphics instead.

36. Graphic makers, how do you get started on a graphic? (How do you get an idea!)

I get ideas from basically everything, lol. It could be a quote, an analysis someone wrote about a character or a scene, a color, or a picture... For example, this set came from the first gif. I love Whistler's look, her profile, her hair, everything about it. I wanted to create something with it. I made a list of what I felt or thought while watching it. Several weeks later, I associated it with a quote. Choosing the other scenes was easy. I selected the effects (fading from black and white to colors, red border, etc.) to illustrate Kate's evolution from a sad and isolated place to a happy and loved one.

Regardless of the starting point, the most crucial part for me is always translating ideas and feelings into visual elements such as colors, effects, and fonts. Most of the time, the solutions come out of nowhere, often when I let my mind wander (sorry, not very useful for other gifmakers :(

I hope this answers your question and makes sense! :-P

37. Gif/graphic makers, what do you feel is a must in every gif/graphic?

Tough question.

I believe that achieving the right balance and using the correct color shades are essential. When feelings and ideas are conveyed effectively, even without the use of many colors or effects, the result can be stunning and impactful. All the gifs in the set should complement each other to create overall harmony.

I'm very sensitive to colors. I changed the shade of Kate's shirt in a few gifsets, like this one, because I couldn't stand the original color. It's a very personal preference :)

#ask #gif ask game #gifmaker

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ao3feed-ncishawaii · 4 months ago

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they say i did something bad then why's it feel so good?

by kacystennant kate knows it was a bad choice, even though she didn't choose it (and saying it happened even though it was lame was the best answer she could give, and she kind of gave it to sam), but she slept with her boss OR: 3 times kate knew she hadn't made the best choice and 1 time she was chosen Words: 11998, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: NCIS: Hawai'i Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Jane Tennant, Kate Whistler, Maggie Shaw, Heather Boone, Jesse Boone, Kai Holman, Ernie Malik, Melissa Clark - OC, Samantha Baker - OC, Cara (NCIS: Hawai'i), Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Jane Tennant/Kate Whistler Additional Tags: Alternative Universe — Lawyer Tenstler, Mentioned Character Death, romantic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining via https://ift.tt/q9cFGTI

#ncis hawaii

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ncruuk · 2 years ago

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Lucy Tara/Kate Whistler

Integral: necessary to make a whole complete; essential or fundamental.

Whistler is definitely not 'family adjacent', she's integral to it.

Time to break down some of the Whistler mystique, answering such questions the team hadn't (yet) realised they had, like how did she transfer to FBI so quickly? Why does she always know someone who can help? What does she do when not at NCIS? And, anticipating the first question, does Lucy know?

[Set a non-specific 'few' months after Lucy's return from the Ronald Reagan]

#ncis hawai’i #kate whistler #lucy tara #ncruuk

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lorelaiislatte · 7 months ago

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3. Least favorite canon thing about this character? Hard edition: Kate Whistler but you can't pick the fact that she works in law enforcement

i feel like the cara thing is also a bit of a cop out of an answer so. hngh. i think im giving it to not always reading the room (even though i think that’s one of her most autistic traits, and one that i share, so i can’t rly criticise much). it just leads me to a river of secondhand embarrassment. watching her try to move in with lucy for most of the episode was both so relatable and so frustrating

#sorry kate babygirl i love you you’re perfect #ask

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littlesolo · 6 months ago

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Hey. Wondered if you had considered writing a Kate Whistler meeting Carina deluca hook up pre meeting Lucy Tara in Hawaii

I contemplated watching Station 19 for Carina and Maya, but that's as far as I got? Shonda hurt me when Callie and Arizona ended. Well, no. More along the lines of HOW it ended? And the drama was too much.

POINT BEING: I'm sorry, but I can't. I don't know those characters well enough. It'd be a disservice to them and the fans of that couple.

I do have the head cannon that Kate learned French and Italian in college though...

The best I would be able to do is a name drop - as in Carina is a contact Kate Whistler has in her mental rolodex. I mean, it's not out of the question... Who knows how many people know Kate's name from her excellent work in DC and now Hawaii too!

#ncis hawaii #kacy #answered ask #kate whistler

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dragonbinx · 2 years ago

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Now

Part of my Christmas series from last year. Posted on Ao3 here.

Series: NCIS: Hawai’i

Ship: Kacy

Characters: Lucy Tara, Kate Whistler

Christmas Eve

Lucy hadn’t gotten used to the boat.

Or, well, that wasn’t exactly true. She was definitely doing better on the boat than she had been. As long as she didn’t walk too close to the edge, she was able to ignore the fact that she was on a boat at all. But there were times when it was hard to forget that she had, of her own free will, signed up to be on the ocean for four months.

Tonight, it was a storm. The aircraft carrier was too big to really roll with the waves, but from her room she could hear the water beating against the sides, and it was very difficult to pretend she wasn’t on the ocean when she could hear it below her.

More than that, she was worried that the storm would mess up her Christmas plans.

She was startled out of her thoughts, and boat-related queasiness, when her phone rang. She looked down at the display and then almost dropped it in an effort to answer as quickly as possible. “Merry Christmas, my love,” she greeted happily. There wasn’t an answer, and she frowned, worried. “Kate?”

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight”

“Are you really …” Lucy laughed brightly. “I can’t believe you’re doing this again.”

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay …”

Lucy snorted.

“From now on our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more”

Something twinged in her chest. The team wasn’t celebrating Christmas together or anything, but she knew they’d had dinner a couple nights ago. She wished she could’ve been there.

“Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.”

“I love you,” Lucy said softly, trying not to let the tears in the corners of her eyes spill over, even if Kate wasn’t there to see them.

“I love you, too.”

Christmas Day

Kate sat on the couch, trying to think of something to do. She’d had a brief, strained conversation with her parents already, and she wouldn’t be able to call Lucy for another few hours with the time zones. She could go surfing, but she’d already gone earlier this week. No one would be answering work e-mails if she sent them, and doing paperwork on Christmas was a little too sad.

She’d made up her mind to watch a movie, maybe even drink some of Lucy’s hot chocolate - because even she could admit that her mushroom coffee wasn’t exactly festive - when the latch to the front door lock turned. She stood up quickly and was wishing she’d brought her firearm into the living room when the door swung open and there stood Lucy, holding a small duffle bag and wearing a beaming smile. “Merry Christmas!”

Kate blinked. “Wait … what … how?”

Lucy walked into the apartment and shut the door, still grinning ear to ear. “We were scheduled to dock at five AM, shore leave for three days. I had a flight booked at eight. But the docks are crowded today so I wasn’t sure I’d make it, and I didn’t want to say anything in case it didn’t work out, and … I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, I’m surprised.”

“I can tell.” Lucy dropped her bag and took a few hesitant steps forward. “Is it a happy surprise, or …”

“Yes, of course, I just … I can’t believe you’re here.” Kate blinked, and suddenly realized she was on the verge of tears. “Oh my God, you’re here!” Laughing wetly, she finally broke out of her paralyzed state to walk the remaining distance to her girlfriend and wrap her up in her arms.

“Well, after that song, I had to come home,” Lucy said, nuzzling into notch at the base of Kate’s neck.

“So hearing me sing made you miss me so much that you had to immediately fly to me?”

“Nope. You said to make the Yuletide gay, and I couldn’t do that on my own.”

Kate laughed and groaned at the same time as her girlfriend pulled away enough to smirk mischievously up at her. She opened her mouth to tease her, but instead said, “I missed you so much.”

Lucy’s smile dipped. She reached up and tucked Kate’s hair behind her ear and left her hand there, thumb caressing her cheek. “Me, too. Only three months left.”

She put her hand over Lucy’s, and turned to press a kiss into her palm. “Two months, three weeks and one day.” She cleared her throat, trying not to get any closer to crying than she already had. “When do you have to leave?”

“We ship out on the twenty-eighth, so I’m flying back Tuesday night.”

“Two months, two weeks, and five days, give or take a couple hours. That’s not so bad.”

“I guess not.” Lucy pressed closer. “But I definitely want to make the most of being here now.”

Kate smiled. “You do, huh?” And then she bent down and kissed her, sighing into soft lips, the warmth of Lucy so familiar as she pushed up on the balls of her feet for better leverage and her hand clutched in Kate’s hair.

Long minutes later, Lucy broke away, her lips now a little pinker than they had been. She leaned towards Kate’s ear and quietly sang, “And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.”

#NCIS: Hawai'i #NCIS:Hawaii #Kacy #Lucy x Kate #Kate x Lucy #Lucy Tara #Kate Whistler #the flyer and the surfer #dragonbinx fics

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change-the-rules · 1 year ago

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for the otp asks, kate/lucy for 9 and 20?

9. Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?

this is hard to answer since s2 hadnt aired yet when i was first supposed to be answering this(sorry) but honestly probably just how much they fucking feel for each other, like i've said it before but i love the competent career life women turned absolute dumbass in love trope, these idiots are so in love and it made them so stupid sometimes and i love that and then when they finally got their shit together they're just so soft for each other while being general badasses and it makes me feeeel things

20. What made you decide to ship them?

I don't know that I decided to ship them as much as I saw a gifset with their height difference that grabbed me by the throat which had me promptly tuning into the 1st episode....and then lucy said 'whistler' utterly laden with history, that whole first scene blistering with Tension^TM

and i don't know if i was simply because it was a procedural or a blonde and a brunette or just the VIBES^TM but i remember my chest simply sparking as i was transported back to high school hunched over my family computer in the dark trawling through passion and perfection and live journal and personal webpages, message boards, reading full on manifestos and watching carefully pulled scene compilations, cabeson necklaces, and jj and emily clothes swapping, sara and cathrine vs sara/sofia, kelly and sabrina's 'blatant' flirting on charlie's angels, eagle eye frame by frame watches of sam and janet and scully and reyes, abby and kate from the flagship ncis {i stopped watching after kate died so i never got into ziva and abby) the list could go on forever but this is where my heart was when watching that first ep and then i got to the end of that first ncis hawai'i episode one minute lucy was apologizing and the next she and kate were full on Making.Out and I was stunned

so many years had passed since those subtext ships i mentioned with so much growth for queer rep but watching the pilot of an ncis end with 2 women who were romantically entangled front and center, main character main text fucking floored me anyway

and i was done, gone this ship had chosen me and there was no going back *snorts*

whatever the future holds for thempossiible the impacts of the strike and whatnot no one can take away the 2 glorious seasons we did get

#asks #anonymous #ask game #kacy

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pippytmi · 9 months ago

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Hey there! I absolutely loved your Kacy Post Breakup AU stories. I was wondering if you could write "Cop AU where I've been undercover for years" or the one with the ring. It would make my day, but seriously, no pressure at all!

(this is. 100% an excuse for me to write a kacy + fast & furious au)

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The first time Kate gets a breakthrough while undercover, it’s in the form of a cryptic text which only reads: meet me at the bar. 2 PM.

Jane Tennant’s bar is the worst-kept secret of the street racing community, and though Kate has been there dozens of times already, being invited is a game-changer. And being invited by Jane Tennant herself? It might as well be a neon sign—Kate is in. This could be the invitation that can crack the whole case wide open.

But with every push, there’s the demanding pull from the universe which demands equilibrium, because when Kate walks into the bar none other than Lucy Tara is the one behind the counter.

Their eyes inevitably meet. Kate tries to smile; Lucy only stares back, expression carefully blank, and Kate’s smile falls.

“Hey, Whistler.” Ernie—Lucy’s best friend—is the only other patron in the bar, and he makes no attempt to hide his obvious surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Tennant asked me to come,” Kate says, uncomfortably placing her hands in her pockets as she walks over. “Is she here?”

“She’s in the back,” Lucy answers for Ernie. “You can wait for her here.” It’s not a suggestion, so Kate slowly takes a seat. Without asking, Lucy pours her a club soda, and Kate accepts it gingerly.

“Thank you,” she says, but Lucy makes no indication that she’s heard, just turns and continues talking to Ernie about whatever they had been discussing before Kate arrived. Kate only catches a few words here and there, something about slashed tires and mangled gear shifts, before she tunes them out and starts scrolling through her phone instead.

That is, until Ernie says, “Wow, you went on an actual date?” and just like that, Kate’s stomach twists into itself. “Let me see. Hello Skylar…” He starts swiping through Lucy’s phone, which Lucy only makes one halfhearted attempt to steal back. “Points for the can’t wait to see you again text. I like that there’s a heart emoji, too. Carla is always saying something about heart emojis and kind auras.”

Lucy shakes her head. “I call bullshit,” she says.

“I might be paraphrasing a little. But you get the point.” Ernie lets Lucy snag her phone back, and she’s laughing as she cradles it to her chest, face alit with such joy that Kate’s stomach twists for a whole new reason.

All Kate can do is drink in the sight of that joy, utterly helpless—helpless to the way Lucy’s eyes crinkle at the corners, the softness of her smile, the genuine mirth that makes her whole body shake when she laughs. Suddenly, Kate wishes her drink was something stronger.

Thankfully, Jane pushes her way into the front from the mysterious back door, and Kate welcomes the chance to redirect her attention. “Thanks for coming on such short notice, Whistler,” Jane says, leaning over the side of the bar next to Lucy. “Can I get you a beer?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine with soda,” Kate declines.

Jane smiles in an unnerving way, like she knows something Kate doesn’t. “I heard about the race yesterday.” She tilts her head towards Ernie and Lucy, effortlessly inviting them to join the conversation. “Ernie wouldn’t stop talking about it, actually.”

“It was glorious,” Ernie says, nodding vigorously towards Kate. “Kai’s still sulking about it, but hey. All’s fair in love and…automobiles…”

Lucy winces. “Oh, you need to workshop that one.”

“I know,” Ernie sighs, dejectedly sipping from his little straw in whatever tropical mixed drink he’s been nursing.

Jane pointedly clears her throat and they both shut up. Kate would be in awe of how Jane commands a room like that under any other circumstances, but then Jane is surveying Kate again, one eyebrow quirked but the rest of her face inscrutable. “I’m not trying to poach you from Curtis, but I do want to make you an offer.”

Kate nearly holds her breath. “What kind of offer?”

“Work for me when you’re not working at Curtis’s,” Jane says simply. “I can always use a fast driver on my team. We make deliveries from time to time—special cases. The pay per run is guaranteed to be more than whatever Curtis is paying you.”

“Deliveries for the bar?” Kate asks, and Tennant gives her that secret smile all over again.

“Among other things,” she says. “Are you in?”

For a single, fleeting moment, Kate glances at Lucy. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for—not even sure what reaction she wants. When Lucy gazes impassively back, though, Kate gets a sinking feeling in her stomach which she can’t possibly rationalize.

“Definitely,” Kate answers at last, trying to feign as much enthusiasm as she can.

Jane doesn't seem to notice the pause. Or at least, she doesn't question it. “You’re family now, Whistler,” she says, sealing the deal with a firm handshake. “Lucy will give you all the details about the next job.”

“Me?” Lucy blurts out, panicked, before she quickly tries again with: “Boss, I’m sure Kai or Jesse could do a much better job.”

“Your shift’s over, isn't it?” Jane asks.

“Yeah…?” Lucy trails off like she isn't sure what the right answer is.

“Then it works out, you're already here,” Jane says. “I’m sure Kate can give you a ride home. You can discuss everything on the way.” There it is again: the unquestionable authority in her voice, the kind that means Lucy doesn’t try to argue.

So that's how Kate and Lucy end up alone—sitting in the flashy red sports car which was previously seized at a crime scene—in complete silence. Kate doesn’t start the car, and Lucy doesn’t ask her to. Through the window, Kate sees Kai and Jesse pull up in a blue pickup truck, but Lucy doesn’t even comment on that.

Kate clears her throat, finally. “If you want one of the guys to take you home, you can go.”

“One of the guys?” Lucy repeats, shakes her head disbelievingly. “Wow. Already jumping right in, aren’t you?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Lucy won’t face her, just keeps her eyes firmly on the window. “This is your dream, huh? All this time, I never guessed.”

“My dream?” For a brief, sickening moment, Kate thinks her cover is blown.

“Oh, come on, Kate.” Finally Lucy whirls around to glare her down, and she’s so openly furious that Kate does a double-take. “You wanted to be part of this team all along. That’s why you walked into the bar the first time, isn’t it? That’s why you kept following me around like a lost puppy?”

Lucy’s words sting, and Kate swallows thickly—hears the anger, but also hears the quiver of Lucy’s voice and knows what it means. “It’s not what you think.”

“People always say that in the movies and it is, it is exactly what they think!” Lucy exhales sharply. “You used me.”

“That’s not what happened,” Kate says desperately. She has an explanation on the tip of her tongue. Hell, she has the entire confession just waiting to explode. That she has been in deep cover in pursuit of Jane Tennant and her team for almost a year—that she met Lucy by accident, and didn't know she was part of said team—that the reason Kate broke up with Lucy at all was because she knew it was the right thing to do, and not because she wanted to. But it would be worse than just self-sabotaging to tell the truth; it could ruin countless lives. So Kate can't say anything.

“How else would you describe it?” Lucy demands. “You’re the one who kept chatting me up, asking about the bar and the races. So what is it you want? Money? Protection?”

“Lucy—”

“No, tell me! Tell me what was worth stringing me along for? What was worth giving me some dumbass excuse to wait for you while you ‘figured things out’?” Lucy’s voice sounds choked now. “Did you figure it out, Kate? Huh? Did you get what you wanted?”

“I want you!” The first sharp prick of tears aren’t a surprise, but Kate still tries not to let them fall. “But I can't—I— “

Lucy’s expression softens, just a tad, like a thought is occurring to her she hasn't considered. “Are you in trouble?”

The question is unexpected, and Kate discreetly wipes at her eyes. “What?”

“You could've told me,” Lucy continues, “if you were in trouble. You didn't have to—” She doesn't finish her thought, but Kate can fill in the blanks. “I could've helped you.”

Kate knows, logically, that the “help” Lucy is referring to would likely be of the not-so-legal kind. But the fact that Lucy is willing to offer it? It makes Kate’s heart hammer in her chest like a lovesick teenager and she just doesn't understand. How on Earth is she supposed to betray Lucy Tara?

“It's complicated,” Kate says at last, which is true. “I can't talk about it.” Also true.

Lucy sighs. “Well, whatever you’re into,” she says. “It’s not going to get back to Jane, is it?”

Kate sucks in a shaky breath. “It won't,” she lies.

“Good. Because I can totally kick your ass if I have to.” Lucy drums her fingertips against the car door like she wants to say something else, but doesn’t. “Can we go now?”

“Yes, of course,” Kate says quickly, starting up the engine. “Do you want to just tell me where to go?” Though she still remembers where Lucy lives, she also doesn't want to be presumptuous and start driving there either.

Lucy seems to begrudgingly accept this turn of events, in any case. She goes through the motions of giving directions, but the entire drive over she still does not broach the specifics of the next job like Jane asked her to.

Kate has the sense not to push. She dutifully parks at Lucy's apartment complex when they arrive and just waits—lets Lucy take the lead on where to go next.

“We're doing a delivery to a warehouse on the south side next Friday,” Lucy finally says. “We go in pairs. I'll pick you up at eight.”

“What kind of delivery?”

“Nothing to worry about,” Lucy says. “Jane won't say it, but this is a test run. No details until she’s sure that you're trustworthy.” She turns to make sure Kate is looking at her, then asks, “Are you?”

Faced with the rawness of Lucy’s voice—of the guarded frown on her mouth—Kate can only nod ever-so-slightly. “You can trust me, Lucy,” she says softly, and wishes more than anything that she could mean it.

She wishes a lot of things, actually. Selfishly, for the chance to reach across the center console and hold Lucy’s hand, press a kiss to her knuckles like she used to, because it would make Lucy smile. (And also make Lucy try to push her luck at every red light back to Kate’s place). But she mostly wishes that she could go back in time and fix everything.

“Then I’ll see you on Friday,” Lucy says. “Are you still crashing in Curtis’s back room?”

“Yeah,” Kate says, thinking wistfully of days where Lucy used to squeeze into the makeshift bed along with her. “Do I have to meet you anywhere, or—”

“I'll pick you up,” Lucy says, but pauses just before she reaches for the door handle. “Is your phone number the same?”

“Since three months ago?”

“Don’t—try to be cute,” Lucy huffs. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

Kate feels the burgeoning twist of a smile try to form, unbidden, and she has to bite it back. “Okay,” she says. “Um, goodnight,” she adds, so as to not say something stupid like I still love you.

“Night,” Lucy mutters, throwing open the door without so much as a glance back.

Kate watches her leave, and only when she is sure Lucy is safely inside does she allow herself to look away, down at her phone where Lucy’s smiling face is still her screensaver. She thinks about it once or twice, but ultimately gives in and calls Curtis. “Hey, it’s me,” she tells his voicemail. “I’m joining Jane’s team for something next Friday. Can you get everyone together tomorrow? I’m going for a drive tonight, don’t wait up for me.”

And she does exactly that: puts her windows down, lets her music blast loud, drives and drives and drives until her fingers are numb against the wheel in an attempt to make her inner turmoil go away.

(It doesn’t).

#this one feels more like an AU setup not quite as angsty as i wanted but! i hope you liked it & thank you for ur kind words <3 #kate x lucy #kacy #ncis hawaii #i need a fic tag #mangeur-detoiles

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