This Isn't a Long Distance Call--Monica

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

That was like guys who did not measure themselves right? She thought it but didn't speak it her smirk was all that got but then she answered him while lining up to hit the bag." I remember the night I first learned supes were real.. man he was so  fast to me how he almost parted the people in front of us and ate up the distance.. I was chasing a purse snatcher beat cop and this man with cats eyes came out of no where and helped me catch him.. I almost felt sorry for the purp with how he took him down"

Punching and kicking the bag till it swayed and rocked and she compensated waiting for it to come at her before hitting it again getting her rhythm together." The power and strength in it all must be amazing at times I know since that day Ive seen so much like the vamp that litterally ran up the side of a building..that caused full grown cops to skid to a halt and scratch their heads we were so out matched that day. Ive always wondered how I would handle that much power and speed.. would the men on the force stop talking crap about me probably not but the fact  I could take any of them down with out sweat would be nice. They call me punisher and rambo with tits now since the train thing"

again that frown and her hits got harder and more precise, like she had a target in mind. Quiet while she pummeled her imaginary foe then slowing to speak again. " but its gotta have more normal uses right the speed strength and power?"

Peeking at him over her arm when she said it, her eyes mischievous and twinkling with that last question. She was fishing and wanted to see if he took the bait, he'd kept her blushing and off center it was nice to be able to return the favor for once. 

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Samuel mentally circled the question even as she spoke. He could see the parallels with other sorts of measurements. The immediate comparison between one physical aptitude an several others did not escape him. He chuckled at the idea of where her line of questioning seemed to be headed. The thought of a lycanthrope measuring their speed was close to the idea of a decently hung male measuring their length or girth. Without any real need it was easy enough to know if one were packing. Relatively it was just a matter of confidence in ones own gifts or curses. Samuel had never found himself lacking nor had his partners. “You sound much as I did when I found out there were people who weren’t lycanthropes. My first moment in realizing that everyone wasn’t a lycanthrope of one flavor or another was coming to bouncing along in a truck with my mother when it occurred to me that she was not as I was. My blood wasn’t exciting her. If anything it was making her nauseated and her petrified that I was dying."

Samuel had never talked with anyone about his upbringing even his own brother had no idea how rough the years after the upheaval was. He had become a hard man because of it. He also knew that it had helped for the image of himself that he held. He was what was needed to survive. He hadn’t changed very much from those formative years. He hadn’t had to he was practical, composed, and thorough. At least normally. This was not a practical situation he shouldn’t have allowed her here. No he should not have invited her here yet here they were and he was opening up to her. It wouldn’t be easy to connect him with the backwoods clan of idiots that had raised him. After all that was ancient history he had’t heard of any of the families in years. The last he’d heard there was a cell down in South America tearing a new hole in the cartels but that was years ago.

Realizing he was spending more time in his head even as not more than a few extra seconds had passed. “Yes it does indeed. One most importantly means I don’t get as winded and don’t need as long to recoup. But enough about me… What about you? Why are you a cop more importantly your gifts included why are you on the spook squad? Your gifts would make RoHo a cake walk and you’d be an ace at vice, Narco and all the rest …"

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Listening to him she stopped, and turned to him face flowing through changes first amused then, contemplative and then concerned but she wouldn't pry despite the urge to dig at the gem he had handed her. Not wanting to spook him she was enjoying his open candor. Nodding about some of what he said then laughing hard at his vague answer to her question but it told her enough at that made her gears turn again. The thought was short lived, due to his question" My dad was a career army man, died away from home but raised us with this need to do for others and fight the good fight. Every one of us went into some sort of armed forces, my sister had just joined the navy when papi died..so mami freaked with me being the baby she didnt want me to leave home."


She shrugged and went to grab a water bottle from her bag, hydrating " when I got old enough I realized i still wanted to do what the others did but needed a way to not leave home I became a cop. It has fit me well but my mom still worries and my abuela is a pain in my... she wants me to stop detecting and get a husband to pop out more great grand kids like she dont have enough already."


Shaking her head and putting the bottle down she stretched some more and did a back bend then brought her legs over her head and held it then started doing push ups from that position. After ten she landed on her bottom gracefully and looked at him." I dont do well with easy, and if I had stayed in those departments jealousy would have eventually cost me something dear or my career. I already had to many collars for a woman my age much less an ethnic woman I could see the hate building and realized I and my community would be better served with me in the spook squad" 

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

As she moved Samuel had to commend her. She moved damn well for someone who wasn’t a lycanthrope. She could easily have made the grade at several other professions. It was almost a shame she walked with the angels even as she was inspiring the devil in him. He also picked up the mood change he eased away form that obvious pain the only way he knew how. " I’m sorry to hear about your father." She would probably never know how much effort saying sorry was for him. He knew most people had a hard time saying sorry but for him it was even harder because he never said it unless he meant it. Ever.


Samuel rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. A small light grin sitting there on his face. "You seem to have a really loving family it suits you. I wonder how things would have been different for me. Though right now I am very glad things hadn’t turned out differently." He was drawn to her but he forced himself to stillness watching as she prowled her space continuing to speak as she went through further warm ups.


He knew he shouldn’t show off but he fired off an upper to lower body combo on the bag. His hands blurring to specters of lead. The bag had been designed to withstand nearly the full brunt of his strength. He wasn’t worried about the bag he’d had it reinforced twice over. The leather was real as was the padding designed to disguise the hidden pig-iron at its core. He pushed his muscles until he worked himself to a full state of primed his muscles loose and as warm as a freshly used skillet.

"I can’t say that I can find a whole in your logic. I often take the hard way. I know that it’s my grandfather speaking from beyond the grave but something’s die hard he certainly did." Keeping from panting he moved to the wet bar pouring a drink from the decanter of water. It was fresh but as she had her own he didn’t offer right away. He made sure she knew it was there. Within easy reach.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

" Thank you ..he died doing what he believed in so I cant fault him that."

She was practical about it now but at the time had hated the world so much, it was then she started seeing auras and had been thoroughly freaked out and hid it. There had been so much stress on her then and seeing them at the funeral had sent her into a very deep depression for weeks. When she finally got out of it it was time to leave for college and she had gone off to do it alone. Monica was very independant and had to be it was almost rough for her to think about letting any one close so he was not the only one trying to figure out how to navigate all this.

Her family was unique it was true and she smirked at him sipping more, loud colorful passionate were all things she had heard her family described as by her friends when bringing them home. Boys on the other hand she didn't bring home to many intimidating maile figures to keep any one interested for long. She got the title of high school spinster and the girl who'd never been kissed. Taking one of her brothers with her to prom as a date because no one had asked.

Watching him with more than a bit of awe and feeling fairly impressed she smiled and licked her top lip if he looked at her then he'd catch her lips parted twinkle in her gaze eyes on his moves. Wow was her first thought and nice was her second, walking closer but out of swinging range the detective broke down each move she could see and translated it for power and strength. She just couldn't help the next train of thought that left the station and had images of torn tank tops and the swinging heavy back in her mind. Blowing out a hard breath she turned away and went to the wet bar and bit her lip trying to get her urges controlled.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

" I envy him having given all he could. I mourn your loss. And I hope that though the wound is still raw that my friendship can ease a portion of that unending ache."

Samuel in the course of his life did all he could to never lie by his own volition. He lived honestly with himself and the many social wrongs he did to provide for his family of employees, relations and friends. He was a pragmatic man knowing that sooner or later the bill would come due. He didn’t dread nor shirk the eventuality of his life. He merely hoped that between then and now he would face it bravely.

He could see the same in her and it piqued his interest further. It made him wish for the first time in quite a long time that certain aspects of his life were not so. He wouldn’t foolishly cry over things done but he would dream them into nothingness if he could. He could not take back what was but he could move into the future with a goal in mind. The first of which would be the Churches illegal trnasportations. He would free the little thief hiding amongst them so that she might make her own way without looking over her shoulder at the wrongs she’d done, fearing her just desserts..

Sighing he dropped his hands. Looking at the shadow of the swinging bag a moment. “Detective,” He began raising his eyes to hers. “I am not a good man. Far from it. I occasionally do however accomplish some good by my hand and aims. No that seems like an excuse. Lets drive to the heart here. I am a bad man. I will hurt you try though I will not to. But I am drawn to you, your bravery, your heart, your indefatigable spirit that shines out lighting the world up around you. I would have you in my life even knowing that in the end I will hurt you.”

There he said his peace. She could take it as a the warning it was and run from this place cutting off all ties to him. She could accept it as the plea it was and seek to understand him. She could rule it out as the prattlings of a struck soon to be old man. But what he was sure she could not do would be unhear it.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

The first words spoken she took at face value and smiled serenely that he would say such. The next she listened to paitently and then as they went on her hand went to her hip and her weight shifted to that hip if he read body language hers changed and most men would have stopped talking with how hers was changing. Eyes going deep and almost looking right through him until he finished and then she shook her head and threw her hands up.

" Ya dont say really? Samuel seriously do I look fresh and green to you? Am I not a detective? I figured out about a week after our first meeting that you were more then you pretended on the train and as time as has gone on while you hide your tracks pretty well I still learned enough to know that maybe just maybe my association with you could if I'm not careful land me in hot water but really what are they gonna do to me? The trouble makers get sent to the spook squad I'm already there and I'm to good a cop to let go of so theres that."

Wasn't like she was saying she was untouchable but as far as most went she knew where she stood. Sighing deeply she lifted 4 fingers on one hand and showed him" the number of relationships I've had and men I've bedded but you know what they call me at work? Give you a hint rimes with cut. All because I never let them even get close, and wont give them even the time of day but here I am, talking to you. Maybe I'm self destructive or maybe I like knowing you wont lie to me or sugar coat it..wont tell me its for ever when I know damn well it won't be and that I can enjoy it till that day comes. "

What ever he was expecting her to do Monica didn't run and she didnt blow off his words as ramblings so maybe she was accepting them.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Her words fired like bullets struck their mark and made Samuel smile as if he had witnessed a rainbow sprout from the ground right in front of him. He rubbed his chin wit the back of his hand as he looked on her. He allowed the silence to build comfortably building adding even more weight to the claymore like divots she’d carved out of his admission. Very well he thought then game on my worthy adversary. Game on indeed. He never checked how far into his past she’d dug. He knew she would. Besides information was Abels bread and butter. Anything she was able to find was well enough in his wheelhouse that Samuel knew as bad as it was wouldn’t be more than ten percent of the dark things they’d done over the years.

"Well then detective..." Samuel began closing the distance between them. His nostrils flaring not because of his exertions but because that great cat that he was ha decided as well. Her bravery her moxy was attracting him like positively charged ions. She was throwing down the gauntlet. He’d held the baton before the challenge was issued. “Shall we,” He asked motioning towards the bag. She was taut and tense but a tense she wouldn’t feel for sometime if at all depending on what the rest of their impromptu workout offered.

Samuel smirked as a thought crawled into his head," Most cops are fools and I never lie actively. " Taking her hand in his he gave a small pull careful to hide what strength was in him. “You did bring more to wear besides that…”

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

His face was priceless and she shocked her self at having won this discussion so to speak. He still called her detective but now it was more a pet name then a reprimand or insult. When he came towards her she stood her ground but let her hand slide from her hip watching him close. Head tilted when he motioned to the bag, so he was teasing her? Had to be right? Feeling the strength in him but realizing there was way more Monica let out a breath and fallowed him but then when he asked about clothing again there was a look of perplexment.

"Street clothes like jeans and t shirt so I didn't have to wear sweaty things home why?"

She almost didn't want to look away from him like he might pull rabbits out of a hat and scarves out of her ears. Honey browns back to honey sweet but still missing nothing his aura had changed three times since she had come in the door it was almost a dizzy kaleidoscope she almost had forgotten to shield her self because otherwise it could cause her to slip into almost a trance watching the swirling and ebbing of color.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Wrapping his arms around her he did what he’d sought nearly from the first. He hugged her not las long nor as passionate as he would have liked. They were working out brief contact was probably the best course. He knew that he could not pass on any thing via his sweat but there was a quality to his pheromones he would never exploit even accidentally. All the same brief as it was it comfortably fulfilled a wish he’d had even as he’d not placed his finger on it. He knew that it was just the start but he would hold his composure. After all no shutting him down was not acquiesance. Not in its truest form.

"I wanted to know if arrangements needed to be made so that you would have fresh clothing after our shower."

It was his version of a tease. It was his version of foreplay. Though in truth he had never quite managed to learn how to ply that art. Verbal jousting and titillation was not in his bag of tricks. He could be a tad pedantic at times. Though it seemed that he was just that. That he played word games was a common theme with those who’d run afoul of one of narratives.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

His hug was warm and welcome she let him envelop her in his arms and smell. If she had to place it it was warm grasses and sunshine with a heavy dose of male musk and a bare hint of cologne. She indulged her urge to sniff along his neck and smiled before he released her. Turning to punch the bag she was a combo in before his words about the shower hit her and caused her to almost take the bag to the side of her face.
Shaking her head and laughing softly, needing to cover the blush of her skin while she went back to her working out.Though trying to speak her words more squeaked out then sounded confident." Oh sounds good then"



Thinking of the fact they would both be hungry no matter what happened in the next hours and focusing on that. Steak and eggs with wheat toast sounded good, she would imagine that instead of something else. The urge to throw caution to the wind was ridiculous right then they should go slow with this exploration of boundaries. Right?
 Thinking so hard her punches were sloppy and her brain could have started smoking. Sweating lightly, with the exertion skin dewy and slick.

Her own pheromones while not as strong as his own were flowing freely and not checked. Swinging and grunting trying to think of it as a dance. He was the bag and she needed to let him into her space but keep him away from to much time or momentum until she was sure she could control her combination and handling of the heavy adversary that could put her on her rear if she didnt pay attention.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Samuel watched as Monica’s form slipped he concealed a smirk of recognition. She moved him he was appreciative that she felt similar if not the same. It was endearing in way he hadn’t expected. There was nothing quite as beguiling as being appreciated on a basic one person to another. It was a secret salve to wounds he had long licked to a scabrous close. The thought of her would not escape him but she was here and it was an interesting case for him. He knew Abel would see through all of the reasons he would give later and all those he’d given so far.

Realizing that he was starting to cool some he stretched loosening up some keeping himself limber. Though he was not the most agile of predators he was far more agile than one would expect. Especially one so decidedly top heavy as he. He knew he was a walking barrel; his tailor fought often with his explicit demands to disguise his frame with boxy business minded suits. While he didn’t carry these days the cut of his suits were made to not bulge or hang unevenly if he did. “Yes you do. You sound like a dream."

Resting his hand against her spine he said simply he said, “Raise your elbow. Street fights aren’t as nice when you don’t have the weight of the law behind you.” It was as much as he would say about the darker places he inhabited. Many fights were won simply because of the extra effort behind his play. Her raised elbow would open her defense some. That small trade off would mean if her shot missed she’d immediately be in position to drop a bow with her cross. If the punch missed the elbow would definitely connect catching her opponent by complete surprise. It was a dirty tactic and not one most would think of until they’d suffered a broken nose or two.

Realizing he was not in a place to give advice as that would be too far over the middle he withdrew. “What do you say after the calories we’ve burned we have a late night meal. I don’t know if you’ve eaten but I would love a nice hardy porterhouse right now. And Delmonico's keeps their kitchen open for us.”

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[Monica Davis-banks walker]

His words were caught and she swallowed them but when he touched her spine she jumped like shed been scalded and pressed her face to the bag for a moment. Then nodding and listening to his critique she fallowed and caught on fast delivering a few vicious blows to the swinging bag. Jaw tightened and determined stepping in and out with it until she dripped then hearing him about the steak she turned and smiled. It was like he'd read her mind but, the meat made her mouth water and she sucked her bottom lip for a moment." That would be spectacular, not had anything since lunch the tv dinner just wasn't appealing tonight."

Yes she'd outed her perpetual female bachelor behavior and knew those things were full of preservatives and barely could be called food but with her life she didn't have time to do anything resembling grocery shopping. It made her mother livid with her and attempt to " buy extra groceries and sneak them into her place" She appreciated the effort but it made her feel horrible that her mother still shopped for her.She supposed that if this whole him her thing went any ware shed have to start actually buying food to feed him when he visited if he ever did and that had her shaking her head wondering what drug someone had slipped her.

" I suppose we shouldn't go there smelling like this though Im a bit ripe I think."

Making a show of sniffing her arms and scrunching her nose, if she smelled her she knew he did more keenly. Not sure if it was appealing or not and voting for not she walked to her bag and put the strap on her shoulder waiting for him to lead her to the showers.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Samuel smirked speaking softly his voice more purr than roar." Ripe means ready to be picked. It usually means a fruit is ready to be eaten does that apply to you as well detective?" Yes it was more joke than he would usually offer but it felt easy being somewhat lax within her company. He would have to watch himself. She made being better or less himself far too easy.

Samuel had spent enough time subsistence feeding which is what he considered quick meals and tv dinners. He’d done so because of the need. It was one of the luxuries that he insisted on for him and his employees these days. Food was his vice, good food specifically. He fed his men and women well because he knew what hunger could do.

“I suppose we should shower even if it’s just to insure that no one things you are for the picking.”

Moving away from her he gave her some space. It was a difficult thing especially as the lion in him wanted to move in for the proverbial kill. It sensed his own want and set in its proverbial claws. Of course his take on the matter was a simple one of physical needs wants and drives.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

So she had practically set her self up for that one and looked at him for a moment then laughed shaking her head because no matter how she responded shed put her foot firmly in her mouth. Eyes narrowed on him and still she sighed, walking toward him tempted to kick him playfully in the rear for that last one but some how she assumed shed end up on the floor and...never mind nope bad train of thought. Slapping her own hand not caring how it looked and tsking her self, hoping to get through this shower with out to much issue.

"Ive already been picked I think, so no we wouldn't want anyone else to try and eat me"

Did she just say that? Face to palm and groaning shaking her head again this was not going to get any better unless they just got some things out of the way because she most definitely had one track mind right then and it wasn't on food. Tho the steak sounded so very killer and she was looking forward to that. Delmonicos was the spot of spots for good meat in the city, and he had the in this could get good really fast. Once at the shower she stood there looking at him unsure how this was going to work out turns or just going for getting it done and getting out. Would a line need to be drawn in the stall ? So many questions played in her head and he was probably more likely to befuddle her more then answer them candidly.