<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">It bothered Cat, that Dave was... somehow... tied up in this.  She didn't like not understanding.  She kind of vaguely understood that Gabriel could "see" things that she could not, and guessed that he could "see" something about Dave beyond her sight.  That was fine -- mostly.  It wasn't the fact that Gabriel could see it that bothered her... it was that there was anything to see about Dave.<br/>
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She shoved it out of mind for now, squeezing Gabriel's hand.  "How much posturing do you want me to do there?" Cat asked as she turned the SUV towards the warehouse district.  "I mean -- I can be myself, the badass FBI bitch, or... well I mean, I do know how to put on a bigger act.  I use it on outsider cops sometimes, you know -- local sheriff types who assume my lack of a dick means they can piss all over me."</span></span>