They Talk Alot... {open}

[Kevin Callis]

"By something some people only claim is a miracle, the passengers of the once lost Oceanic Flight 815 were brought safely to shore only hours ago. The passengers, the most famous of them a local surgeon at Saint Sebastian's Hospital in downtown Los Angeles, Doctor Jack Shephard, have been wisked away to the safety and the comfort of the famous Roosevelt Hotel. Lawyers for Oceanic Airlines have yet to make a more detailed public statement, however, head attorney for the Airlines, Daniel Avery, had this to say: 'The unfortunate and tragic events of Flight 815 will live in the hearts of everyone, however, I can safely say that the passengers of Flight 815, whether themselves or their families, will be given everything they need to make a swift and easy transistion into normal life. Oceanic Airlines is now speaking to each of the passengers and their families, and we hope to have more information for you as soon as it becomes avalible, but however, for now, I please ask the public and the media to respect these peoples privacy. They have been through so much'--"

"Yeah, I wonder if they realise they had a convicted murderer with them."

Kevin glanced up from the file he was reading, Kate's file, at the officer who stood at the television set. A sigh escaped his lips, and he moved, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. "They did realise she was a murderer. None of them seemed shocked when I boarded the boat."

"I can't believe she managed to post bail. We need to dig up more charges on her for the judge to revoke bail--"

"More charges?" Kevin asked, moving his feet off the top of his desk to put them down on the floor. "And what do you think those charges should be?"

"What if she had something to do with crashing the plane? So she wouldn't have to go back to jail?"

Kevin stared at the young cop, and then blinked. "Yes. She pulled a 9/11 and crashed the plane on a desert island and forced them all at gunpoint to stay there for three months. Use the brain the good Lord gave you, Matthews. Y'all can't really be thinkin' of adding KIDNAPPING of the Oceanic Survivors to her charge."

"She's dangerous, man. I've been reading what that marshall wrote about her. She'd kill ya--"

"Shut up, Matthews."

"Look, sir, all I'm saying is that there's been talk--"

Kevin arched an eyebrow, looking up from the file to the young officer's face. He stood up, moving to the officer. "There's been talk, huh?" Kevin asked, looking the man up and down. "Seems the Oceanic Survivors aren't the only talk of the town. Tell me, Matthews, what's been talked about?" His voice instantly turned cold as he stared the officer down. The man hesitated to speak. "Oh, C'mon, Matthews. Y'seemed so eager to talk about it just a second ago. Tell me. What's been talked about?"

"Sir, just--" Matthews felt himself shrink slightly. "Just that--that maybe since...since you know, you were...married to her--"

"They like to talk alot, huh?" Kevin sighed out hard, and glared at Matthews before turning to face the rest of the officers that were in the room. "Okay, gentlemen. I want you to listen, and listen GOOD." he saw a man still on the phone, and he frowned. "Get off the phone NOW. That's an order."

When the man reluctantly hung up, Kevin continued. "Y'all might have heard the talk around the station that Matthews has been goin' on about. Hell, the talk could have been that she kidnapped me, became my wife, fucked me and stole my kidney for sale on the Black Widow Black Market. The simple and plain fact is that yes, I was married to Kate Austen. No, I did not KNOW she was a wanted woman, no I did not harbour a federal fugative from the authorities, and YES, I *will* kick ANYONE'S asses that even THINKS about mentioning my marriage or my ex-wife in any other way than the current status of her case again, is that CLEAR?"

The officers around all stood silent, which made Kevin frown even more. "Fucking NOD if you understand, Jesus Christ!" Kevin said frustratedly. The officers nodded, and Kevin moved, slamming himself back into the chair. The woman on the television was still prattling on about the Oceanic Survivors, and Kevin threw open Kate's file once more.

"Turn that shit off, Matthews, before I break the fucking TV."

[Ana-Lucia Cortez]

She had been at the airport, waving the damn wand that Ana had grown to dislike more and more every day. One of coworkers pulled her aside, the televisions going nuts with the news of the discovery of the passengers of flight 815 being found alive on every single channel known to man. Impossible, she had first thought, because rarely did people survive such catrasphic events such as that, if at all. And considering that those on the plane had been all confirmed dead, this was a sudden shocker for Ana, especially considering she was supposed to be on that flight.

What was even more, was the one person who's face she'd never thought she'd see again had popped up, one she hadn't seen in many months, if not almost a year... Danny. He had been acting as a spokesperson for the survivors, she hadn't even know he was in town, or on the same continent for that matter. Hell, she hadn't spoken to him since the last night she saw him before she went to bed, waking up to an empty house.

She wasn't happy in the slightest with this revelation, and probably not in the best of moods either.

Betrayal was still thick in her blood, boiling in anger that she'd long thought she'd suppressed into oblivion, but apparently she had been wrong. She'd tried to push that all aside though, but it didn't quite work out that way, and she'd figured the best course of action would be to go to the main center for all the chaos, to find out what business Mr. Avarey had in this town, and shortly after found herself at the police department, hoping to find a cooler head to work with, to get some answers to questions.

By the time she'd found Kevin, she'd heard a shout and a colorful choice of words, and the satisfying sound of silence in the office. "And here I thought I was the only one to shut all these asses up," she quipped from the doorway, ignoring the glances sent her way, mostly recognition from everyone because they all knew who she was. She had after all been one of their own for much a time, and who didn't know of Ms. Ana-Lucia Cortez, daughter of Teresa Cortez anyway? Considering, she was for now off the force, but still pretty much spending her time at the station for no other reason to see everyone. Well, everyone excluding her mother.

[Kevin Callis]

Ana-Lucia. Through her mother, Kevin had met and talked with Ana throughout the four months that he had been in Los Angeles. Hell, they had even struck up some sort of friendship, which had been surprising since Kevin hadn't really wanted to make many friends.

Smirking slightly, Kevin looked at Ana as she entered. "It's about tone. Y'gotta be firm, like you're talkin' to a pup." he told her, and shook his head. "'Sides, I was serious. I'm sick and tired of everyone bringing up the fact that I was married. Pisses me the hell off is what it does." he told her, and glanced at the television again, hearing them talk more about Oceanic. "I just hope they don't lawyer up. It looks like Oceanic's got a lawyer which is fine, but if Kate decides to get that Lawyer..." he shook his head, looking towards the television as Danny came on, speaking about the plane crash.

"Turn it off, Matthews. I really hate smooth-talkers. He's one, for sure." Kevin said, and watched as the television went back. He looked back at Ana, however, he noticed the look on her face. "You okay, Ana?"