Discovery of the Spirit

Title: Discovery of the Spirit

Chapter: 2/?

Author: wesleys_lady

E-Mail: brutal_howell@hotmail.com

Rating: Pg-13…as I said, the NC-17 stuff comes later

Category: Romance/Angst/Drama/General

Pairing: Archer/Original Character

Summary: Archer reconnects with an angel from his past, and Trip knows her secrets…

Spoiler: Just Discovery Ch 1

Archive: Pretty much anywhere, just ask me first….please

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em…wish I did. They belong to the lucky *astards at Paramount. I just own Kathleen Kane … she’s mine, I made her. Sadly, I make no money or profit from these wonderful characters.

Feedback: Yes, please. Like I said, good or bad…hit me with your best shot. This is only my second chapter of my first fic. I can’t improve it, if you good people don’t tell me what you don’t like about it.





Discovery of the Spirit

Chapter 2



By



Wesleys_Lady





Archer stepped off the Lift without a clue as to how to solve his problem. ‘How in the hell am I going to get her to talk to me? Outside of duties? It’s not like I can order her,’ he thought to himself. He was focused on trying to formulate a plan.



"Look out!" Captain Archer never stood a chance He only saw a blur before everything went black. Lieutenant Kane groaned as she tried to roll to her feet. The impact had knocked the wind out of her. She groaned even louder when she realized whom she had just knocked unconscious. She scrambled to her feet. "Captain! Shite!" She knelt down to give him a quick once-over for injuries. When she didn’t find any, she decided to call for help. ‘I have to keep it low key. Knocking the Captain out will not be good for my reputation – or for his,’ Kathleen thought. She went to the closest Comm panel. "Lt. Kane to Commander Tucker,"

*"Tucker here,"* she could almost hear his smile, and immediately got suspicious. He had answered a bit to quickly.



"Trip, I have a problem I could use your help on," when he laughed, that confirmed it.



*"I'm on my way."*


Kathleen decided she was going to hurt Trip. Between his laughing, and knowing where to come without being told…she was sure of it. Trip had set the Captain up for this collision, and she was going to get even. She returned to the Captain’s side and tried to rouse him.



"Captain? Captain Archer? Sir?" No response. "Captain?" She could tell from her own aches that she had hit him hard.



"Out cold, huh?" she looked up to see Trip striding off the lift. She was ready to knock the smirk off his face. She was already in trouble for laying out one senior officer – two wouldn’t make that much difference. "Wow! You really cleaned his clock!" he said in awe. She held up a hand.



"One more word, Trip. And I swear I’ll fire you out the nearest torpedo tube!"



"But…" he was starting to get nervous.



"But, nothing! You set him up! And you used me to do it…you jerk," she turned her attention back to the Captain. "Captain Archer, please wake up." When he still didn’t respond, she glared at Trip. He swallowed nervously.



"I told him to keep his head up! I thought you’d just wing him – like you did me!" he explained, trying to justify his actions.



"My quarters are just down the hall. Help me get him down there," she just wanted to get Archer out of the hallway – away from the prying eyes of the crew.



"But, I’m injured." He held up his arm with the cast on it. Kathleen’s muscles protested when she stepped behind the Captain and lifted his unconscious form. Trip made no motion to help.



"Get his legs, Damnit!" She was praying that Archer would forget this little incident. Not bloody likely, she thought. The man had a keen mind. This was definitely not the impression she wanted to make on Jonathan Archer.









They had managed to escape notice getting the Captain to her quarters. ‘Thank God, for small favors,’ she thought. They gently laid Archer on her bunk, and she immediately went for a cool compress.



"Trip, he’s still not awake. Maybe you should go get Dr. Phlox," she called out from the bathroom. Tucker’s face instantly fell.



"You don’t think he’s really hurt? Do ya?" Maybe she’s right…it was a stupid thing to do, he thought.



"I don’t know," she came out carrying a bowl and a damp cloth, "but gauging from the two broken ribs I have – I’d say it’s a distinct possibility." She focused her attention back to the Captain. She sat down next to him and placed the cool compress on his forehead. When she placed her hand on his cheek, she felt a little guilty. No matter how much Kathleen wanted this, she couldn’t help but feel she was taking advantage of the Captain’s state.



"I’m sorry, Katie. I never meant for this to happen. You know I’d never hurt him – or you," she could hear the regret in his voice.



"I know, Trip," she sighed. As she continued to apply gentle touches to Archer’s face, a thought occurred to her. "What the hell was he doing on E Deck anyways?"



"He read your file, darlin’. He was comin’ to talk to you," he explained.



"Trip, you didn’t tell him…" he cut her off.



"No! I didn’t tell Jon anything! But your secret is out. Katie, the man is not stupid," he was trying to reason with her. "You’ve been decorated for saving his father’s life. Hell, Dr. Archer even put a letter in your official file. This isn’t about you layin’ low anymore. You’re gonna have to talk to him." Tucker wondered if she was even listening. One more try. "You and me have a duty to this ship – and everyone on it. I respect that you have your secrets… but none of them are as important as this ship." Kathleen knew that Trip was right. She re-applied the compress to Archer’s forehead.



"Or this man," a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She had just confessed her biggest fear with those three words. Trip was not a stupid man either. She was spared his surprised response when Archer stirred.



"Uuungh," the Captain groaned. Tucker came forward to help Kathleen.



"Captain Archer, I need you to lie still, sir." She looked up at Tucker. "Trip, go get Dr. Phlox." Archer was confused, and the pounding in his head wasn’t helping. The last thing he remembered was looking for Lt. Kane on E Deck.



"What happened? Trip?" he tried to open his eyes and flinched when the light hit them. Kathleen noticed and asked Tucker to dim the lights before he left.



"Try to open your eyes now, Captain." She could tell from the way his eyes were trying to focus – he probably had a concussion. Archer suddenly felt tired and started to doze off. "Captain!" she yelled to get his attention. "Listen to me, sir. You and I collided in the hall on E Deck. You’ve been unconscious for almost 15 minutes. Commander Tucker went to get the doctor, but I need you to stay awake!"



"Tired…" Archer mumbled. Kathleen put her hand in the middle of his chest and shook him.



"Captain!" No response. "Jonathan!" when his eyes opened, she kept talking. "Jonathan, I think you have a concussion. You have to stay awake until we know for sure." She sat him up against the headboard. She couldn’t help the smile she gave him when he focused on her face. Her heart leapt when he smiled back.



"Hello there, Lieutenant Kane." He looked at his surroundings. "Where am I?" She cleared her throat to cover her embarrassment.



"Ummmm…..you’re in my quarters, sir. I apologize, but I thought it might be better if the crew didn’t see you unconscious, in the hall," She took a look around her quarters and were embarrassed at how messy they were. She picked up a shirt and tossed it in the closet. "Oh look, the maid forgot to come today," she joked. Archer took a good look at the woman standing before him. In addition to being stunningly, beautiful…Kathleen Kane was tall – nearly six feet. Without a doubt, she was in fantastic physical shape. He noticed the long scar that ran down her left leg, and several angry ones that ran the length of her right arm. Kathleen was mortified, but she knew what he was doing. So despite the blush that colored her cheeks, she stood still and quiet and let him look. "I don’t regret any of them," she broke the silence to let him know it was OK. His eyes snapped up to meet hers. Archer felt himself drowning. Her emerald-green eyes were the most intense and amazing he had ever seen. He could clearly see her intelligence, passion, devotion, and her compassion for him and his father. It was all there – and he considered himself blessed that she was allowing him to see it. She misinterpreted his delay. "But if they bother you, I can throw on a sweatshirt." As she reached for one, Archer mentally kicked himself.



"No!" he said a bit too loud – sending a wave of pain through his head. "Owwww!!!" He tried again. "Lieutenant, they don’t bother me." She held onto the sweatshirt, still unsure of what to do. "Please, I just…" ‘What the hell,’ he thought,’ let’s just go with the truth.’ "Lieutenant, you have the most amazing eyes," He chuckled when she blushed and looked at the floor. "No one has ever told you that?" She shook her head. Archer had always liked eyes. His father used to say they were the windows to the soul. His pulse quickened when she sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her fingers around his wrist. ‘Was it getting hot in here?’ Archer thought. He didn’t realize that Kathleen was just as affected by his nearness.



"Pulse is a bit fast – probably the headache." She tried to sound as clinical as possible. There was a definite tightness in her throat, but the Captain didn’t know her well enough to notice. She held both hands in the air, next to his head. "May I?" It took him a moment to realize that she was asking permission to touch his head.



"You have medical training, too?" Now the tightness was in his voice.



"You might say that," she dropped her hands to her lap while she explained. "My family is full of Field Medics – before, during AND after WWIII. My Da thought it was important that the training and skills be passed to us. We were trained to diagnose and stabilize most conditions – comes in handy when there isn’t a doctor around." He was really starting to like the sound of her voice. Her Irish Brogue was soothing. He smiled at her.



"Diagnose away, Lieutenant." Permission given, she placed her hands at the sides of his neck. Using only her fingertips, and the gentlest touches, she started at the base of his neck and began moving her touch into his hairline. He winced when she touched a spot on the back of his head.



"Found it. You’ve got a nice bump here. Must be from where your head hit the floor," he delicately touched the same spot she had. "I’m so sorry, Captain."



"Lieutenant, it was an accident. I’m fine. Please, stop apologizing." Kathleen gave a nod.



"Yes, sir. Captain Archer, what were you doing on E Deck, anyways?" she knew Trip’s answer. She wanted to hear what the Captain would say.



"Looking for you. Lieutenant, why didn’t you tell me who you were?" She just looked at the floor and shrugged her shoulders.



"You weren’t real thrilled with my presence fifteen years ago, why would now be any different?" she replied quietly. Almost like her heart wasn’t in it. The barb still hit home though. Jonathan Archer was twenty-five when Kathleen has made her first appearance. He was naïve, and proud and had been dead set against her – without ever meeting her. Looking back, he was horrified at how abominably he had treated her.



"Are you going to hold me accountable for the mistakes of an arrogant, pompous young man?" His heart sank when she didn’t answer. "Will you at least do me a favor?"

He held his breath when she focused those beautiful eyes on him.



"I’ll do whatever you need me to do, Captain." Archer smiled at her meaning. Kathleen wasn’t ready to confront this, yet. But a promise she had made to Henry Archer, years ago, was calling to be fulfilled. As uncomfortable as she was with it – Maybe Trip was right, now is the time.



"Lieutenant…" Archer began.



"Kathleen," she smiled. Jonathan Archer really was attractive. ‘Especially when he’s nervous,’ she thought.



"Kathleen, please have dinner with me tonight?" his heart sank when, instead of a response, she just arched an eyebrow at him. If he had wanted that, he would have asked T’Pol to dinner. Both their embarrassments were covered by the chiming of the door. Saved by the bell. She got up from the bunk to open the door, letting in both Dr. Phlox and Trip.



"Doctor, please, come in," she glared at Trip to let him know he still wasn’t off the hook.



"What seems to be the problem, Lieutenant? The Commander was less than forthcoming with the details." She believed that the alien doctor was decent enough…but that smile he constantly plastered on his face could be downright annoying. Phlox noticed the Captain sitting on the bunk. "Captain Archer, are you alright?" He went to the Captain’s side and began to check his vitals.



"The Lieutenant seems to think I have a concussion," Archer informed his doctor. He was curious as to how his Chief Medical Officer would feel about engineers diagnosing his patients. Phlox gave her a placating smile. He waved a device at different angles around the Captain’s head and studied the data it recorded.



"Interesting, the Lieutenant is correct," he pulled out a hypospray and pressed it to Archer’s neck. "This should help with the headaches." Even though the pounding in his head was subsiding, The Captain’s mood was still down. The Lieutenant hadn’t agreed to his dinner invitation and he wanted to retreat to his quarters and rethink his strategy on this.



"Doc, I’d appreciate if this incident not leave this room," she asked. "The kids in Engineering already think I’m an ogre…" Kathleen would plead if she had to. Phlox considered her request.



"While I don’t always understand the intricacies of human pride – I find it admirable that you have gone through such great lengths to preserve the Captain’s. You have my word, Lieutenant…it goes no further than us." Sometimes, the doctor was too smart for his own good, Kathleen mused. She knew he would stay true to his word. He had kept Trip’s "pregnancy" a secret, after all. Archer looked into her eyes and knew Phlox had guessed right. Now he wanted to talk to her even more. He stood up too fast and nearly toppled back on the bunk. Everyone rushed forward to steady him.



"Easy there, Cap’n," Trip held him up for the few seconds it took for his head to clear.



"I think I’ll go back to my quarters and get some rest. Can you cover a few hours on the Bridge for me, Trip?" Trip felt it was his fault the Captain needed rest. Covering was the least he could do.



"Jon, is the dinner invitation still open?" Kathleen laughed at the stunned expression on Archer’s face.



"Cap’n?" Trip was on the verge of laughing himself.



"Yes! It’s definitely still open." He knew embarrassment colored his face – Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "My quarters? 2000?" **(that’s 8pm for those that don’t know Military Time)**



"I’ll be there," Despite not being entirely comfortable with what she knew they would talk about, a small part of her was looking forward to dinner with the Captain tonight.



"Cap’n, why don’t we leave and let the Lieutenant get cleaned up?" he could feel Trip steering him toward the door.



"You trying to tell me something, Commander?" she sniffed the sweaty shirt she was wearing.



"I wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’" she laughed as the doors closed behind them. She turned to see Phlox taking several items from his case.



"Let’s see if we can’t do something about those broken ribs the Commander mentioned," he definitely too smart for his own good. Kathleen winced as he pushed on one of them. "I wouldn’t want you to be in pain during your dinner with the Captain." Phlox guessed that there was something more going on between Jonathan Archer, and Kathleen Kane. If there was, good for them. Phlox thought that maybe if he was lucky, he might be able to witness what developed.









Jonathan Archer hadn’t been this nervous since he was sixteen. It had taken him two hours to decide on a menu for his dinner with Kathleen. And another hour to decide whether to wear his uniform, or to opt for civvies. A gut feeling told him to go with a sweater and slacks. Kathleen Kane…he almost sighed. She was stunning. From what he had been able to learn about her in the past few hours – she was everything he liked in a woman. She was tall, beautiful and athletic…and according to her Starfleet file: brilliant and fiercely brave. Dinner was already on the table, candles were lit – and a quick glance at his wall clock told him she’d be there in a few minutes. Porthos could sense his daddy’s nervousness. He nudged Archer’s shoe with his nose. Archer stood up and held his arms out.



"Well, what do you think?" he asked the little dog. Porthos just wagged his tail. He reached down to pat him on the head. "You’re a little biased, aren’t you, boy?" Archer nearly jumped out of his skin when his door chimed. When he opened the door – the sight before him took his breath away. Kathleen Kane was wearing an emerald-green, form fitting dress that hugged every curve and muscle she had. And it matched her eyes, perfectly.



"Can I come in? Or are we having dinner in the hall?" that seemed to jar him.



"Come in, please! You look beautiful!" he couldn’t keep the awe from his voice. He smiled when he noticed her blushing.



"Thank you. I wasn’t sure if I should wear my uniform. You don’t look half-bad yourself," truth is she tried to pick out the most beautiful dress she had – in order to knock the Captain’s socks off. She sniffed the air.



"I hope you like Italian," he was crossing his fingers.



"I LOVE Italian…Lasagna?" Archer nodded. "Captain…" he interrupted her.



"Jon, please. As long as we’re off duty, call me Jon."



"OK Jon, I brought this for you," she handed him the data padd



"What’s this?" he looked down at the item in his hands.



"Some files of mine," she explained. "Correspondence and pictures of your dad. I thought you might like to have them." She had wanted to give him the gift after dinner, but the dress didn’t have any pockets – and it left NOTHING to the imagination. Porthos ran up to see who the new visitor was. "Aren’t you adorable?" She scooped the little dog up. She laughed when the beagle flipped over on its back to allow her to scratch his belly. Archer could add ‘dog lover’ to the list of things he liked about her already. He reached over and scratched Porthos under the chin.



"Hey, pal. Get your own date," he teased. "Kathleen? Shall we?" he held the chair out for her. And helped her to the table once she sat down. Kathleen savored the smell of the lasagna. The Captain didn’t know it, but Italian food was her favorite.



"My compliments to the Chef. This smells incredible," the food, and the Chianti the Captain picked out would hopefully make the night go by easier.



"Thank you," This was one of the things Archer enjoyed. Only Trip knew he could cook – so sometimes he liked to surprise people.



"You made this?!" He can cook too? The Captain was full of surprises – and Kathleen was going to enjoy getting to know Henry Archer’s son.



"I did. I had to strong-arm chef into letting me use his kitchen. But seeing the look on your face makes it worth the effort." When their eyes met, Archer felt the rolling in the pit of his stomach. He found himself getting lost in her eyes, again. Kathleen was surprised at her own reaction to his attention. The irony wasn’t lost on her. She had snuck on board Enterprise under Jonathan Archer’s radar. And she worked hard to not draw attention to herself. But right here, sitting with him, there was nothing she wanted more than to be the focus of his attentions.



"Jon, you keep looking at me like that, I might forget the real reason you asked me to dinner." She was only half-teasing.



"Sorry," he mumbled down into his plate. She immediately regretted teasing him. They ate in silence for a few seconds before Porthos nudged her leg.



"May I give him a small piece?" she asked



"You’ll have a friend for life – Porthos picks his friends with his stomach," she laughed at this Kathleen composed herself – oh well, time to bite the bullet.



"I know you probably have some questions for me." She saw him tense up. ‘uh-oh, here it comes.’



"I do. The first one being why you felt you couldn’t come to me, if you wanted a spot on Enterprise?" Kathleen was surprised…he sounded genuinely hurt.



"Because you would have given it to me." She held up a hand before he could interrupt. "As far as I’m concerned, this ship is a legacy for you and your father. Enterprise has always deserved the best. And serving you, and this crew, was a right to be earned." She was having a hard time putting her feelings into the right words.



"I know I was an unapproachable jackass fifteen years ago. But Kathleen…you were nearly killed, single-handedly foiling an assassination attempt on my dad. If it weren’t for you, this ship might not have been built for another fifty years. If anyone has earned the right to be here, it’s you." She shook her head.



"You don’t understand," she sighed. "The final decision was yours. Your distrust of the Vulcans wasn’t exactly a secret, and Starfleet already had you under a microscope. If it were even suspected that I was chosen because I killed those four Vulcans, it would have caused a rocky start for you and for Enterprise. I couldn’t allow that to happen. Trip came up with the idea to temporarily remove the commendations from my file until we left Earth – and Admiral Forrest approved it. We had only met once before, so I was sure you wouldn’t recognize me." She trailed off when she saw the flash of anger cross his features.



"So you three kept me in the dark to protect me? Damnit, Kathleen! I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself!" He made a mental note to take this up with Trip later. He forced himself to calm down, "First of all, those five doctorates you have were enough to get you here. You said it yourself – the best of the best. In regards to you killing those Vulcans – Starfleet AND the Vulcan Council already ruled it self-defense."



"I never did thank you for going to bat for me with the Vulcans. I was worried that they would come after me when I got out of the hospital. Being Starfleet’s sacrificial lamb wasn’t something I was looking forward to." Archer got up from the table and took the seat next to her.



"Dad and I would have never let that happen," he placed his hand on her forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. ‘What am I doing?’ Archer thought. ‘This isn’t like me – this is moving way too fast. I just found out she was on board this morning, and now we’re practically holding hands?’ When she covered his hand with hers, Jonathan realized there was no place he would rather be, than right here with her. Kathleen was already finding it difficult to concentrate. She damn near stopped breathing when he ran his thumb in a circle on the inside of her forearm.



"N-N-Nevertheless, I know how difficult it was for you," Archer nodded. It was difficult – but no more difficult than receiving a call that your supposed allies tried to murder your father; or the knowledge that the fifteen-year-old girl that saved him was stabbed forty-seven times for her trouble.



*"Bridge to Captain Archer,"* He reluctantly stood up.



"Excuse me," he went to the Comm panel. "Archer here."



*"Captain, Engineering is looking for Lt. Kane. The Doctor seemed to think she was with you."*


"I’ll tell her, Archer out." He turned back to see Kathleen giving Porthos another piece of Lasagna. "You giving him a piece for the road?"



"You sound disappointed," she knew work of her dinner with the Captain would be around the ship by morning. It might be a good idea if she did leave.



"If our Engineering problem takes you away from dinner – then yes, I’m disappointed," he didn’t want her to leave yet. She gently touched his chest.



"Thank you for that," the only men that normally paid any attention to her were ones who tried to sweet-talk her into upgrading their ships. But this…this was different. And she wasn’t exactly sure how to take it. "May I use your Comm?" Archer stepped aside to allow her access. "Lt. Kane to Engineering."



*"Engineering here."*


"What seems to be the problem, Marks?"



*"The Injection Manifold for the starboard nacelle is malfunctioning. We ran a diagnostic, but came up empty-handed."*


"Did you expose the junctions? Check all the relays?"



*"Yes, Lieutenant,"* Archer noticed her grinding her molars. He felt sorry for the young ensign on the other end of that line. *"No onr knows these engines better than you or Commander Tucker."*


"Alright," she sighed. "I’ll be down in 30 minutes. Tell Johnson not to start any big projects, he’ll be assisting me."


*"Yes, Lieutenant, Engineering out."


"I’m sorry, Jon. Duty calls," Archer knew she was right – Enterprise was top priority. "Thank you for dinner," he walked her to the door.



"Stop by the Mess Hall when you’re done. I’ll leave dessert with Chef. Tiramisu?" Kathleen stopped dead in her tracks.



"Tiramisu…oh, yum!" He chuckled as he got a glimpse of the little girl she must have been.



"It’ll be waiting for you," he took a chance and grabbed her hand. When she didn’t pull away, he entwined his fingers with hers. "Since dinner was cut short, will you consider having breakfast with me? 0700?" A shyness Kathleen had never known, suddenly presented itself. Seeing her blush was probably one of the most beautiful sights Archer had ever seen. He had to duck his head to meet her eyes. "Please?" No answer. He got a little closer. "Kathleen?" No answer. He continued to get closer until his lips hovered less than an inch from hers. "Well?" Kathleen Kane was lost. She did the only thing she could – she leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was tentative at first, and then deepened. Archer let go of her hand and pulled her to his chest. They only broke the kiss when Oxygen became necessary.



"I have to go, Jon," her breathing was harsh and ragged.



"Have breakfast with me tomorrow morning," Archer vaguely wondered when his voice got that deep. "Say yes, please. I have a lot to make up for." He was still fighting to control his own breathing as well.



"Alright, I’ll meet you in the Mess Hall at 0700," she left while she still could. He silently cursed the fates for not giving him and Kathleen more time tonight. At least he now knew how she got on board practically undetected. He still owed Trip a fat lip for his part in the subterfuge. He was deep in thought when his eyes fell on the data padd Kathleen had brought him.



"Ahhh, what the hell…let’s se what she gave us," he looked down at Porthos, who just wagged his tail in response. Archer scooped up the padd, the bottle of Chianti and a glass, and sat down in front of his computer. As he started to download the files, he noticed what was in them: Correspondence between Kathleen and his dad, and Kathleen and Trip… along with pictures of all of them. Lots and lots of pictures. As he started to read, the memories came flooding back. Jonathan Archer had given his father hell over his choice to bring in the young engineer from outside of Starfleet. The more he read, the more he realized his father had been right. There was some of her work even HE didn’t understand – and those theories were fifteen years old. As he recognized the soft spot his father had for the girl, he felt like an even bigger jackass. He wasn’t kind to her, in any sense of the word. That, in itself, went against everything his parents ever taught him. The Vulcan Superiority Complex was tested by the teenager with the heart of a lion. Three of them died on the scene – and the fourth one died two days later from the injuries Kathleen had given him. She had taught them all a lesson. Earth and Starfleet stopped sacrificing its best – just to placate the Vulcans. The Vulcans realized they weren’t indestructible: "bested by an adolescent, human female," as they put it. Jonathan himself learned that a diamond is just as precious, no matter what the setting. Starfleet or civilian…it didn’t matter, the best was the best. It was his experience with that teenager that made him go after Hoshi and Travis for Enterprise. Looking back, he wished he had gotten to know the teenager. From the looks of the photos, it was evident that his dad stayed close to her right up until he died. Two hours of reading, and reliving memories was about all he could take. Porthos picked his head up when he heard his master shutting down the computer. Archer grabbed the lasagna and the Tiramisu and headed for the door.



"Come on, boy. We’ll drop these off in the kitchen…then let’s go see Trip," he had a thousand things on his mind. And they would keep him up all night if he didn’t talk to someone – ESPECIALLY about Kathleen Kane.