In the Air Tonight [John]

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It wasn't the caseload. It was trying to apply details she couldn't find to the case. And then trying to dig up those different details, which were filed everywhere, and never in one spot. So while she'd taken time to commandeer Bullock's desk and his computer, she'd also made her standard transaction of leaving candy in the desk, and she'd slipped a fresh fifth of gin into his desk as well. He'd been running low.

So after five hours of pouring through files, casework and now going through different other officer's notes and scribbles, she'd abruptly stood up, and made her way outside. It was nearing midnight, and she was feeling antsy. She wasn't the sort to stay in one place for too long, especially in a police station. Or sitting. So she needed to stretch her legs, and breath air that hadn't been inhaled and exhaled by a million other noses and mouths.

And she needed a cigarette. Grabbing her jacket to throw over her jeans and blouse she headed to the chill night air, feeling for her pack of smokes and a lighter. If she had forgotten them, she knew there was always an extra pack or two stashed in the upper left hand drawer.

So as she tugged her jacket up and over her shoulders she went up a few flights of stairs to a not-often used exit that let her out on the roof. It was a nice, quiet, and hidden place. Or so she thought as she pulled out a cigarette and lit the end before taking a long drag from it as she settled against the brick wall and watched over the now night sky. Ugh. She'd rather be out there right now than doing legitimate work.

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"I would think that smoking would ruin one's athleticism."

In what had become his trademark, John Jones seemed to appear right out of the concrete of the rooftop only a few feet across from Selina. The newest addition to the MCU looked as if he had been standing there all night, all things considered. A few of the buttons of his dark yellow dress shirt had been popped, his hair was beginning to lose its hold from his gel, and perhaps most tellingly, an orange tabby cat was resting peacefully in his arms.

"After all, it contains no less than 92 carcinogens, inhaled directly into the lungs. Surely that can't be a good one to keep one's self fit?" John closed a bit of the distance between them, his eyes never leaving Selina's own. In one arm the cat lazily purred, while his other hand ever so gently ran along the length of the cat's amber fur. Finally his almost judging stare was broken in order to look down at the feline, giving it a small smile as he continued to pet it.

"Do you like cats, Ms. Kyle?" The question was asked as he looked down at the cat, though his gaze was soon brought back to his female acquaintance. "Interesting creatures, they are: a natural predator that's allowed itself to become domesticated. They simply became...pets. Just like that. No fight at all." The mysterious detective bent down to place the cat on the ground, where it quickly retreated to a shadowy corner to continue its nap.

"Or perhaps we misjudge the cats. Maybe they're smarter than we realize, and they're simply biding their time." His head leaned forward just a bit with a tiny smile. "As I said: interesting creatures."

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"It's a dirty, filthy habit that I know quite intimately, John." She responded quietly to the detective she knew as John Jones. He should be aware of who she was as she trended toward being around the MCU more often than not considering the slew of cases she'd been pulled in on. A new transplant, but he was doing quite well. Even if he was eerily stealthy; a trait she could wholeheartedly admire. But not one she could say she liked being plied on her. Taking another puff she ashed the cigarette before turning to watch him approach. Green eyes met his unwavering glance until she heard the sound. A sound that she herself could emulate quite well. Bringing the cancer stick to her lips again she nodded slightly to his comment; one she'd heard before.

Ashing the cigarette again, and as he closed the distance between them, her own fingers reached to the ginger feline. "I have my own Maine Coon. Polydactyl. He goes by Jasper, and is the master of my domain at home." She didn't bother to answer yes, or no to his query, as her detailed response would say enough. "Not all of them become pets. If you encourage some behaviors, and still engage them in certain 'hunting' replicas, they will still stalk about and retain that certain mystique. But that is a whole different training that not many care to take upon themselves due to to it's intensity. And most people like a docile feline. I say get a dog in that case."

She laughed lightly, crouching as the feline was freed from his embrace and meandered over to sniff her fingertips and rub it's head against her hand before returning to where the detective had found him.

If anything, the feline was a welcome distraction for her. As her namesake, she found herself a friend to many strays, helping where she could and championing the cause of the cat. So as she stood once more, she smirked at the new member of the MCU. Any man who understood the feline like this? Well, she could grow to like him.

"You must be a fan, to understand them so well. And that cat does not usually take kindly to being held. And I do like to think most people assume a bit too much about felines, but those who understand, have a bit of the same nature in themselves. But what are you doing here so late? I'm working and needing a break. Your excuse?" She flicked the ash again before inhaling and exhaling.