The Causeway to Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon

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Kathy had been doing some thinking recently, going over the activities that helped her cut through the noise in her brain. All of the ones she'd found so far involved the participation of other people and she needed to find something she could do by herself so she didn't have to keep bothering folks. And that had gotten her to thinking about the almost-reverie she'd slipped into on Dante's motorcycle. That was something she could potentially do for herself...except she'd need a bike of her own.

Or Dante could share his, but ahahahahano.

It wouldn't hurt to start looking for something like that, though, would it? Even if she didn't buy something right away, having an idea in her mind wouldn't hurt. She made her way towards the Causeway and sent a text at the same time. If she were going shopping, she should consult an expert, right?

Hey. U busy?

[For the motorcycle guru and SP]

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"Well find it and see," Kathy called down, hunkering down behind the steering wheel to pull out some wires. "I'll get her started when we're on the ground."

Right, how did this go again? Ignore the red wire, because that was the alarm...

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"You're the boss," Dante joked easily.

He started messing around, poking at buttons, shoving the occasional goon out of the way.

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"And here I thought you only liked that in the bedroom!" Kathy called back cheerfully as the lift slowly began to sink back towards the floor. A moment later, the engine roared to life.

"I did it!" Kathy cheered--seconds before the alarm started whooping. "Shit! Wait, I got this!"

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"You better!" Dante called.

He circled around the car. "I need to go grab my bike!"

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Her response was a slender arm waving at him in the air. Look, she was busy; he didn't need a baby-sitter.

When he got back, Kathy would be perched on the hood of the cherry Maserati, the engine on and the alarm off, looking completely casual. Just ignore the wrench in her hand and the guy napping by the car that wasn't there before. He'd be fine.

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Dante, his arms full of motorbike, just shook his head. "Nice work," he said, tossing her a wink as he passed her by.

He fit the bike in the back seat. Snug fit, but it worked. "Looks like we could also just fit one in for you if I drive my own bike," he offered.

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"Well, help me see if there's a good one in here," she said, tossing the wrench to the ground and hopping to her feet. "I got distracted. That's why I brought you along anyway."

The interlude in the bathroom hadn't exactly been on the agenda when she'd planned this little outing. Though even if she went home without a bike, she'd consider it time well spent.

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Dante shook his head, amused, and hopped out of the car. "We can always hit up another one if you don't find what you need," he said, stalking into the bike area of the building. "But we're keeping the car."

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"Mine," she said, cheerfully baring her teeth at him. "Finders keepers."

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"Fine, the car is yours," Dante said. He rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers over the saddle of a nice, classic motorcycle. "We're not leaving it here, either way."

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Oh like he could roll his eyes with the way he'd gotten immediately possessive of his bike that night. "If we'd done this before your trip, you could have driven cross country in style," Kathy said.

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"Maybe next roadtrip," Dante said, grinning. "All three of us can go."

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"That doesn't sound like a recipe for disaster at all," Kathy snorted. "You find something?"

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"Nope--"

Dante rounded a corner of-- random crap. These guys were messy. "--Wait."

He stared at it.

"Think I mighta found your bike."

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"Oh?" Kathy asked, coming around to see what Dante had found. "What did you--oh." She sighed. "Oh, that looks fast."

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"And bright, and in your face," Dante said admiringly. "A Kathy Li special."

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"Gee, all your favorite things," Kathy said absently, running her hands over the shiny exterior. "Can you hoist this into the car? I wanna give this a test drive."

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"Yes, ma'am," Dante said.

He picked up the bike around the middle and hoisted it up like it weighed nothing.

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"You're so strong," Kathy said, pretending to swoon as she followed along after him. "I'm getting weak in the knees just watching you."

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Dante rolled his eyes. "I can put this down," he retorted, walking back to the car.

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"I'm just trying to appreciate you," Kathy protested, all innocence.

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"You can appreciate me without talking," Dante decided, as he put her bike in the back seat.

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"Oh sure," Kathy agreed, sliding into the driver's seat. "I can do lots of things. But the real question is, why would I?"

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"'Cause then I won't have to throw your nice bike out the window?" Dante suggested, leaning on the car door. "You're good to go."

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Kathy decided not to point out that she'd still have his bike in the car. Mostly because she wasn't sure he'd be amused by any threat to his motorcycle, even one made while clearly jesting.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get your handlebar mustache in a twist," she said, shifting the gears. "You hopping in or am I gonna come pick you up later?"