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Kathryn is no JJ Maybank, when it comes to planning an escape. The best thing she can think of is to park the boat in the harbour, drop a pin to Portis' phone that is thankfully saved on this one, and add a text that would prove it's her.
It ends up just being 'Meet me at the pin at 6:15.' with an emoji of a bug, a fish, and a frying pan. She hopes the bug will sell it, but if it doesn't, maybe JJ will remember that she's his favourite fish to fry.
Waiting for time to pass is the worst thing. She gave them thirty minutes to get there, figuring that they couldn't have gone very far if they were, in fact, trying to get her out.
She also gets to thinking that maybe, between the moment she escaped and sent the text, Singh's men got to them. Now, she just has to hope that her friends' legendary luck to escape any shit situation will strike again. And that her friends still have the phone. And that they get the message and believe it's her, and not some sort of trap.
When the time rolls around, Kathryn's nerves are all over the place, she feels seconds away from crying, and her hands are shaking on the guardrail, scanning the docks for a familiar face. Her heart is in her throat, hammering, a metallic taste at the back of her mouth. What if their fight was actually the last she had seen of JJ, forever? And she waited to talk it out...
If she has a panic attack on that dock, she's going to be so pissed.
The only person on the dock is a moron with his back to her, wearing an honestly awful shirt with a maybe worse hat and a gun under his waistband. It takes half a second, as he turns to face her, for her to realise that it's her moron.
"I hope the gun wasn't for me," she can't help but breathe out, even if her voice is shaking.
JJ stares at her, pushing the hat off his face, starstruck, and it takes Kathryn a moment to realise that she's the only one of the group who's showered for the first time in forever, wearing clean clothes, and JJ is positive he's having revelations.
It hits Kathryn that for a few hours back there, JJ could have been dead and she never would have known. She kept it so far away from her mind, to keep going, to get herself out of the situation, that it comes back like a rubber band and hits right in her ribcage, knocking the wind out of her.
