Rate: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: Kevin and Scotty run into someone.
Takes place: Just after Kevin has started working with Robert, with references to 3x03 "Tug of War". 

Word count: 346


Kevin listens to Scotty talk about his day at work, enjoying their stroll down the street. In half an hour he will be back in the office after a long lunch out with Scotty. His new job with Robert is starting to roll, and after some talking and getting advice from Scotty, he can face the afternoon.


Suddenly he sees someone walking on the street in direction towards them. A woman in her 50’s with a neat dress and hair back in a knot. He knows her, but doesn’t know where from. She looks back at him and he can tell from her look that she thinks the same about her.


Scotty is still talking when they meet, both stopping to talk, and then it comes back. Scotty stops at Kevin’s side, questioningly looking at Kevin, awaiting an introduction.

“Mr. Walker?” She asks. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it is.” He shakes her hand. “I haven’t seen you in a long time.”


“No, I missed you at the last dinner at the firm. Browne mentioned that you quit?” She says with a sympathetic look.

“Yes, I did. I work for Senator MacCallister now.” He informs, expecting her to be impressed with the information. Judging from how her eyes widen he is right.


“Oh, Mrs. Carter, this is Scotty Wandell.” Kevin says. Scotty extends his right hand and politely shakes hers. “Mrs. Carter is the wife of my old boss from the firm.” Kevin says to Scotty, raising an eyebrow to him, not visible to her.


Kevin then turns back to look at her and with a big smile, he adds: “Scotty is my husband.” He watches her eyes widen a bit more before giving another polite smile. “It was nice to meet you. Give Browne my best regards.” He nods, takes Scotty’s hand and walks away, continuing down the street.


He feels her eyes in his back, letting go of Scotty’s hand to put his arm around his waist, turning to Scotty and with a smile urging him to continue;

“Tell me more about your day, hun.” 


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