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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 18:32:53 GMT -5
Liz had been in New York for about three weeks now. She had landed a job while she was staying with her parents back in Michigan, and she decided to take it. She would be close to her brother, and she would also be away from Michigan, where everything had decided to go wrong in her life. Most of her life, things had gone really well for her. She had been adopted by wonderful people, had an amazing little brother, and she had an amazing school career. So when it all went down in flames, it was a wake up call for the tall brunette. She realized that just because she had been on top of the world then, didn't mean she would be for the rest of her life. Most days, Liz woke up in a puddle of make up from the night before. She worked long hours, and then she would come home and cry her make up off, falling asleep to stop her tears. She had yet to tell her little brother she was in town, and she felt that she needed to. She just didn't want to hear him ask questions about Josh. Josh had been in their lives since Liz was eighteen. That was a majority of her young life and her brother's. She knew her brother would ask questions about how he was and how their marriage was, and she knew she would have to tell him that they were done. She just didn't know if she would be able to do that without breaking down into tears.
She had trusted Josh with every fiber of her being. He had been the one to make her believe that someone loved her and that she was good enough for someone. He made her believe that life was supposed to be happy and carefree. He made her believe that he loved her through thick and thin. The fact that he had gotten her best friend Becca pregnant while they were trying to conceive a child had been a knife to the gut for her. Not only had one person she trusted more than anything in the world broken her trust, but her best friend had also broken her trust. She wasn't just grieving for her broken marriage; she was grieving for her lost friendship as well.
"Miss Wolfe?"
Broke her concentration. She had changed her name back the day after her marriage ended. She was still in the process of getting divorced, but she had decided to change her name back to have at least a little bit of her strength back. She stood up, walking into a detective's office. She was here on business, something about a car wreck earlier that day. It was nothing too exciting, really, but it was still work and it was far away from Michigan. She listened to the detective speak, asking questions here and there in order to suck all of the information she could out of him. When the interview was over, she stood up, shaking his hand, making her way down the long hallway, playing with the ring on her left ring finger. She had yet to take her engagement ring off. It had been a part of her everyday life for the past seven years, and she just hadn't been willing to part with it yet. She went to the main floor of the building, going to the information desk. She asked for her brother's office or floor, and since she had a badge from the New Yorker, they let her through without any hesitation.
She took the elevator to his floor, going to that front desk, telling the clerk that she was here to see Oliver. The clerk told her to go on back, and Liz did just that. She hesitated outside of his door for a minute, then she pulled her big girl panties up, took a deep breath, and knocked on his door gently, twisting the meaningless engagement ring as she waited for an answer.
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Post by Oliver Aaron Wolfe on Aug 20, 2015 13:12:41 GMT -5
  Oliver hadn’t been able to imagine life after the Navy. He’d been planning to work his way through the ranks until his age and only his age deterred him. But that blurry night had cut short his naval career and there had been nothing anyone could do about it. He’s injuries, however slight they had seemed that night meant he could never return to active duty and therefore he’d needed to figure himself out. He hadn’t known what it would be like and though there were plenty of programmes out there that provided employment for the men and women who served their country with pride, Oliver hadn’t wanted something trivial, something that he only got because he was a veteran. He knew what those jobs were and whilst he knew they would help out his fellow veterans, those positions weren’t for him. He was still young, he was still active and he could keep up with all sorts of training.
He was still fit and since he’d passed all the tests and exams and had proven himself quite a few times that he could handle it, he’d gotten the detective job. With his background and knowledge, he was an asset for the police department and his captain knew that; which was probably why it had been a fairly quick process for him. It didn’t hurt that his and his partner’s closing rate was quite high and Oliver was an exceptional interrogator. He could camp out in that room until he got what he wanted out of a suspect and he had the training to be patient about it as well and he was kind enough to get responses from witness and victims as well. He was damn good at his job, and they all knew it.
He might have only had one thought, one job in mind for his entire life, until retirement, but in a way, he was still doing what he loved, it was just on a different scale than before. Before he’d been global and now he was just covering a single city. Albeit, a large city but it wasn’t the nation or the globe. He’d been out in the bullpen for some time, laughing with his colleagues about a perp a team had been chasing down. It had apparently been quite the comical scene and Oli was sad to have missed out on that case. But he’d been out on his own case and the other pair hadn’t really needed backup whilst Oliver’s and Will’s case had been surprisingly gruesome. But after grabbing a cup of sludge that passed as coffee in a police station, Oliver returned to the office that had his name on the door and the desk full of paperwork that he needed to do for the case he’d just been on scene for. He’d been just finishing up when the knock sounded at his door and he just assumed it was one from the group in the bullpen outside the door. “It’s open!” He called, eyes focused on his computer screen.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 20:17:41 GMT -5
When she heard his voice, her heart sped up. What if he already knew? What if he took Josh's side in the divorce and wanted nothing to do with his older sister anymore? Liz knew her mind was just playing tricks on her, and that none of her thoughts were rational right now, but she couldn't seem to shake them. She pushed the door open with a shaky hand, taking a deep breath before walking into the office. She put on a big smile, walking into the room with her arms wide open.
"Oli!"
She squealed, looking at her busy brother. He hadn't changed much at all since she had last seen him. He was still her baby brother in her mind, and she would always see the baby-faced toddler when she saw him. There was nothing more this big sister wanted to do than protect her brother from everything she possibly could, though she knew that was probably what he wanted to do to her.
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Post by Oliver Aaron Wolfe on Sept 22, 2015 21:55:48 GMT -5
Oliver led a very busy life in the city. And he was beyond thankful for that. There was absolutely no way he ever would have been able to survive without some sort of action in his life. He just knew he couldn’t do it. Oliver would definitely not be one of those men who sat around a chess board in the park, talking about the good old days and wishing he were young again. Nor would anyone ever find him retired in Florida, soaking up the sun in some retirement community; maybe playing shuffleboard. Anyone who had eyes could see that wasn’t Oliver and would never be Oliver. The Navy SEAL needed action, adventure, he needed something to kick his heart rate up. Otherwise he would have been better off dead back in that undisclosed location, during that classified mission he’d been on. And thinking that was no way to live either. His parents would have been devastated to find out their son had died.
Sure, they would have been proud that he’d gone out fighting, doing what he loved the most by protecting his family and his country but they would have wished for one more day with him. And he sister, well he thought she might survive the grief with her husband’s help. Not that he was good for anything at all but at least dead, Lizzie would never hear those words out of her brother’s mouth another time. Oliver had given up years ago telling his sister he didn’t like the guy. She had always laughed it off, citing jealousy because she was being taken away from him. That had never been the case but it was a pill Oliver learned to swallow because in that single instance, the bad guy had won; and he knew it. He’d been too smarmy for his own good, too slick and not in a good way. So Oliver had given up and just chose never to bring him up or speak to him if he was in the room. It took time of course but it became clear to their mother that he wasn’t a good man as well but by then it was too late and they’d already been married.
It was the only thing Oliver wished he could take back in his lifetime. He would have fought harder for his sister to see. But big sister’s thought they knew all and brushed the feelings of little brother’s aside when their emotions were too strong. Now Oliver was just waiting for it all to come out in the open. It was bound to happen and he would be in New York when it did. Not that his sister was anywhere near the city but if she remembered a single thing he’d ever said about her husband, she would seek him out. Until then, he would work to solve his cases and bring the rest of the bad guy’s to justice. When he’d called out, he’d assumed it was one of the rookie’s bringing him the file he’d asked for. It had involved a trip down to the morgue and Oli knew the kid had a thing for the coroner. He would always come back talking about the leggy brunette in the lab coat. After having been down to the the sterile room a few times himself, he could agree that the doctor was certainly a looker. So hearing his sister’s squeal had his head snapping up but his face screwing up in the cringe he’d so often used as a teenager. “What are you doing here, Lizzie?” He asked, stunned as he stood up and moved around his desk to hug her.
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