You Made Me a Believer

I was choking in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown up and it rained down Reagan Montgomery || Lawyer

[reagan-montgomery]

sherinasante​:

Sherin had only been participating on a portion of the run, and agreed with the event coordinators to help out at one of the checkpoints for the remainder of the time. Having reached said checkpoint and downing a bottle of water, she took her place, handing out water bottles and cheering on participants while also being prepared to assist with any potential medical emergencies. Upon seeing familiar faces, she waved and held up her phone, “Woo! Way to go! You’re doing great!” while snapping a few photos and taking some small video.

Reagan didn’t run, especially not in her underwear. That was for Pierce’s eyes and his eyes alone. Which meant that she had no excuse to say no when Brennon asked her to watch his kids. Hailey she usually got along with fine, but it was a well known fact that Reagan Montgomery and infants and toddlers did not mix, at all. So far the one and two year olds in the stroller were sleeping soundly, but Reagan wasn’t sure they were going to stay that way as she walked up to Sherin. “So, have you seen the Moores yet? Is Brennon kicking Laura’s butt like I predicted?”

[reagan-montgomery]

Text --> Reagan

Brennon: Have my kids broke you yet?

Brennon: That was a joke but if the answer is yes, don't tell me until after the race.

Reagan: Your kids and I are fine.

Reagan: Though I think Hailey's judging you for sticking her with me.

[reagan-montgomery]

surge--rodriguez​:

“Ah, sounds like the last time I had a concussion,” Surge nodded, almost wincing in sympathy though he doubted that she was in that situation, “I’ve been there. It sucks.”

Reagan raised an eyebrow at his words. “The last time?” Even without being a doctor, Reagan knew that wasn’t a good thing. “No concussion, thankfully. Just scatterbrained.”

[reagan-montgomery]

dr-brennon-moore​:

“I stand by my son’s words, he’s not wrong. And I think deep down Laura knows it,” Brennon shrugged as he took a long drink from his coffee, “Yesterday was busy, had a long labor, so thankfully today is just consults and nothing too extreme.”

“Sorry, we can’t hear you over all of our World Series.” As her brother was the current starting pitcher for the Yankees, she was contractually obligated to defend them. Literally, her brother-in-law had all of the siblings sign contracts (though Reagan had tried to argue against it until she realized it wasn’t worth the effort). “That’s good. You won’t have to deal with Karen today.”

[reagan-montgomery]

nichelleyoung​:

“Well yeah they can be but you’d think they would be more careful since they’re more vulnerable than people in cars are.” Nichelle shook her head and sighed, “I just hate that much closeness with cyclists and cars. Even motorcyclists who weave in between cars make me nervous.” Lightly running a hand down her face, she took a deep breath and sighed once again, “But I’m sure you’re not interested in my rant. Sorry.”

Reagan nodded along to the other woman’s words as she went on. She knew from her own experience that is was best and easiest just to let her run out of steam on her own. “I quite enjoyed it, really. My friend calls those motorcycles ‘donorcycles’. I’m always terrified that I’m going to end up hitting one of those things while I’m driving. I mean, do they even realize how stop and go it gets around here?”

[reagan-montgomery]

surge--rodriguez​:

“Do you just randomly pick up cups and not realize what’s in them before you start drinking?” Surge asked, giving her a judgmental look, “This seems like the last place you should do that. And by the way, wasn’t my coffee. It was just sitting there.”

“Not usually....” Reagan sighed. If the positions were reversed, she’d judge herself too.  Not that she wanted to admit it. “My brain seems to be set in a combination of Monday and Friday mode today.”

[reagan-montgomery]

danirichard​:

Daniel’s small shoulder shrug answered her comment as he glanced around the room. He did agree with her, though showing emotion had never been his particular strong suit. “Yeah I feel similarly. It’s a type of shooter’s paralysis. If you could go anywhere, how do you decide where to go? But then again, shooters shoot.”

“Shooters....that’s hockey, right?” Other than softball and baseball, sports had never been something that really clicked with Reagan. But she remembered reading an article about Dr. Richard’s career highlights one night when she was really bored and Pierce was on call, so it made sense that he would be talking about it. “Honestly, when I’m stuck like that and can’t make a decision I flip a coin.”

[reagan-montgomery]

dr-brennon-moore​:

“How about nobody washes anyone’s mouth out with soap, it’s not like it’s going to change anything and it sounds like a good way to get sick,” Brennon chuckled, taking a drink out of his own coffee cup, “So like it creates more of a problem.”

“Fine, spoil sport By the way, has Laura forgiven you for the “fuck the Yankees” incident yet?.” Reagan pretended to pout as she took another sip from the proper cup of coffee. “Busy day today, or are you just slacking off?”

[reagan-montgomery]

sherinasante​:

Sherin nodded, “Excellent. And I know you’re just doing your job but thank you.” Sherin genuinely appreciated thoroughness, and while she was sure she had established a reputation for running a tight ship, she knew that working in the medical wasn’t an area to afford room for mistakes. Accepting the coffee, she held the cup to her lips, enjoying the hot aroma wafting up to her nose. Before taking a sip, she said, “Oh I’ve got staff evals I’m going through. I had been in my office with them but I needed coffee, desperately and decided to bring them here with me.”

“It’s a good thing I did too. I found some sections that need clarifying and updating to match new laws.” Reagan reached for her planner and scribbled a note about checking on other documents for the same vagueness. There was no wiggle room when it came to embryos and one small misstep could spell disaster. “That sounds like why I’m here instead of in my office. That and the squirrels right outside the window. I swear they never shut up.”

[reagan-montgomery]

drpipereller​:

Tapping away attentively on her phone in order to reply to an e-mail the doctor was paying no attention to the woman on the laptop opposite her, forced to sit there because of lack of space in the cafe, but when she was spoken to her sharp eyes lifted. “What? Oh.” Although she didn’t comment on her annoyance it was evident, the only thing that got Piper through these long shifts sometimes was copious amounts of coffee, and now the one she’d bought was out of action thanks to someone else drinking it. “I’ll get another one. They’re not even in the same cup, you should pay more attention.”

Reagan ducked her head to avoid the other woman’s gaze. This wasn’t her proudest moment, for sure. It was one thing to do it to Brennon, they were so joined at the hip that they didn’t think anything of just drinking from their now tainted cup, but to do it to one of the other doctors at the clinic? Reagan reached into her purse for her wallet and set some money down on the table. “Sorry, I get a little distracted when I’m focused.” Or bored. “At least let me cover it.”

[reagan-montgomery]

nichelleyoung​:

“Okay, I know that they say to share the road when it comes to cyclists but come on. The bike lanes aren’t suggestions. Why would you purposely ride outside of the bike lane??” Nichelle ranted while pacing outside of one of the entrances to New Beginnings. She huffed, not really speaking to any particular person. “I mean come on! That’s just asking to get clipped by a car. And then you know who will end up at fault? Ugh!”

“Because bikes can make people just as careless as cars can. Especially when there’s no one in front of them that they can see.” It was a beautiful, if slightly warm, day and after spending all morning in a meeting Reagan was determined to enjoy it for at least a few minutes. 

[reagan-montgomery]

dr-brennon-moore​:

“I just happened to be mumbling under my breath this time…kinda,” Brennon shrugged, “But seriously, I’ve been swearing since I was younger than Hailey, it’s not like I can magically get that out of my vocabulary.”

“You remind me so much of my brother sometimes.” Reagan shook her head. There were big differences, of course, but both of them had a borderline pathological habit of swearing like sailors, even when they really shouldn’t. “Maybe she should start washing your mouth out with soap.”

[reagan-montgomery]

sherinasante​:

“Oh, I can get–” Sherin started to say but she quieted herself and kindly accepted Reagan’s offer. “Thank you.” Momentarily setting the stack of evaluations aside, she leaned back slightly in her chair and stretched her arms out wide while lightly chuckling, “Tell me about it. What forms are you working on?”

“Egg banking consent forms. We have an influx of new patients coming in and I want to make sure all of our i’s are dotted and t’s are crossed before they come in. Just to be on the safe side.” Reagan sighed and pushed her own papers aside as she rubbed at her eyes. “What are yours?”

[reagan-montgomery]

dr-brennon-moore​:

“Thank, glad that you noticed,” Brennon chuckled, taking one last drink of her coffee before giving it back, “And don’t knock black coffee, it’s great when I have patients in labor for who knows how long,” he chuckled, “But you should definitely watch your language. What if Sherin hears you? I don’t want that lecture twice in one day.”

“Only you would be proud of that fact.” Reagan snatched her cup out of his hand and took a large gulp of coffee. She did worry about catching any germs from Brennon, they did this routine enough times that if he had something she would have caught it already. “Oh relax, I checked and she’s not around. But maybe if you watched your language you wouldn’t get the lecture in the first place.”

[reagan-montgomery]

sherinasante​:

Sherin had been seated across one of New Beginnings’ lawyers, quietly reviewing evaluation forms submitted from patients. As she went to blindly reach for her coffee, however, she ended up grasping air and looked up, brows furrowed, only to find her cup of coffee being lifted to Reagan’s lips. “Uh–…” she tried to stop her but heard Reagan figure it out for herself, “Yeaah… It’s okay but I know not a lot of people like plain black coffee…but I guess the good news is that I can get some more.”

“Here, let me get that for you.” Reagan stood up and walked to the coffee maker to poor Sherin a new cup before setting it down in front of her and sitting back down herself. She moved her own cup closer in front of her and into her own line of sight. “I think these forms have started melting my brain.”

[reagan-montgomery]

dr-brennon-moore​:

“Yeah, you did. But I wanted to see how long it’d take you to notice,” Brennon chuckled, taking a drink out of Reagan’s coffee cup with a smirk on his face, “But I think yours tastes better so you’re more than welcome to keep that and I think I’m going to keep this one.”

Reagan looked around to make sure no patients (or Sherin) were around before glaring at Brennon. “You’re a dick, have I told you that lately?” She reached up to swipe at her cup. “Well next time order something other than a straight black coffee and yours will taste better too..”

[reagan-montgomery]

Reagan loved being a lawyer, she really did. Every day was different and she was making a very real difference in people’s lives. What she did not love, was the paper work. So much paperwork. For every hour of meeting with clients or in the court room, there were two hours of her hunched over her laptop filling out form after form or writing up another report. She was in the middle of one such report when she reached out to grab her coffee upon taking a sip did not taste her usual caramel macchiato. “Oh shit, I think I took your coffee instead. Sorry about that,” she apologized to the person in front of her.