Wow, it's been a minute! And now that I'm back, I return with... not the set I was teasing last time. It's in the works still, sitting firmly at half-done, to be completed eventually. But I do have *something*. A user left a comment on my pixiv with an idea, and I liked it so much I just had to do it!

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Detective Hanna arrived at the Cat's house about a half hour early. A simple trick she'd picked up over her many years on the streets. You'd be amazed what people will be doing because they expected you a little later. The young woman's apartment door was open, and the detective slid in with the Cat none the wiser. Sitting at her desk, the Cat was preparing for the meeting by puffing on a hand rolled stick of something that didn't smell like tobacco.

The black woman startled as she saw the young redheaded cop standing over her. She looked nervous, joint still in her hand. "Surprise, Cat," the detective said coolly, "your door was open." The woman looked scared, no doubt fearing she'd jeopardized her position as an informant, "I didn't expect you till later," she stammered, "this, I mean, I thought..." the girl blabbered.

"Calm down," Hanna interrupted her, "If I gave a shit about you smoking weed, I'd be rolling around in a Charger with a donut in my mouth," she continued, "I don't care about a joint. I care about the Cats. You said you had some more information for me." The former Cat relaxed, and gestured to the bed, "sure thing hun! Just take a seat and we can talk."