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[kate meghan donnelly]

The good thing about having a gym in the precinct was that Kate didn’t have to fork out a chunk of her monthly salary for a fancy gym she might not go to regularly if she had to trek across the city to get to it. She worked long days, nights sometimes, and when she wanted to fit in a workout it was easier to ride the elevator down than it was to head home and then have to deal with the traffic of the city all over again. She had a life to live, too, and keeping in shape was not what it was all about. For Kate, she had grown up athletic and then that had helped her through college, and then kept her at her best for her career with the NYPD. These days though, the late nights in the gym after her colleagues had gone home to families was more about a release. She needed to channel her frustrations, grief, and excess energy into something that wouldn’t come back to haunt her. A weekend at a bar might have sounded like a good thing when she wanted a drink, but Kate knew herself well enough to know how badly she could behave when she bottled everything up and let it out with a bottle of whiskey and a cute guy.

So, she ran. The treadmill helped her with her cardio and she didn’t worry that the evening was trickling by. She didn’t have anyone waiting for her at home. Charlie was a cat who was an independent as his owner, and he would wait patiently in the alley by the side of the apartment building for when the light came on if he wanted in. He might have been Kate’s pet, but he was not one for love and affection. It was a rare day if he curled up in her lap or snuggled in the bed. She reached up to brush the sweat from her forehead before it hit her eye and then hit the button on the treadmill to increase the incline for the last five minutes of her session. She pushed herself regularly, wanting to feel that ache in her muscles when she was done. Kate liked knowing that she had done something good in the gym, so long as the ache was gone by the morning. If it wasn’t then the rest of her time would be left with a very grouchy Detective Donnelly who showed her fiery side a little more than usual.

Finishing up her run, Kate slowed down the settings until she could step off the machine and reached for her towel to pat her face and neck. She paused long enough to grab a quick drink from her water bottle which was in her bag and then she glanced around. She still felt like she had a ton of energy to get rid of, and it looked like the mats were free now. When she had come down there had been a trainer down there showing some of the new rookies take down moves. Casting her light eyes around the gym she saw Oli nearby at one of the pieces of equipment. Smirking, she slung her towel over her shoulder and sauntered over, tilting her head to the side and letting her ponytail whip against her other shoulder. “Wanna try to take me down? It’s been a while.” She asked, her smirk still lifting the corner of her mouth.

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TAGGED! Oliver Aaron Wolfe
WORDS! 583!
OUTFIT!  Kick Ass Kate!
LYRICS! Lover Come Back - - - City And Colour
NOTES! <3

[Oliver Aaron Wolfe]

Oliver had been interested in making a career out of the Navy. He'd been a SEAL for so long and it had been all he'd wanted, pushing himself forward when it looked like he should have just given up. That wasn't the way of the Navy SEALs and he would be damned if he decided he couldn't handle it. He was strong and he held on with everything he had, knowing that once he made it to the end of the training the real fight for survival would begin. And damn did it ever but he'd never been out there for himself. He had his mother, father and sister to think about, his friends and now, his brothers. Those were the people he risked his life for every single time he took on a new assignment. He would still be out there now, fighting the good fight if what had happened to him and his team, hadn't happened at all. The rehabilitation had been worse than the training to become a SEAL for him because it meant he couldn't go back to it and that had been more devastating to him than if they'd told him he'd lost a limb. Because he was physically fit, aside from the occasional limp when he pushed himself to exhaustion but that almost never presented itself and when it did, he was generally in the comfort of his own home.

And Oliver pushed himself in the gym at the precinct. He needed to prove to himself that he wasn't washed up and ready for a retirement that wouldn't happen. He was as fit as a fiddle and he made sure he stayed that way. His colleagues cracked jokes about the time he spent in the gym when he could be out at a bar, picking up for the night but it had never been his way and it was less so now. Since becoming a SVU detective, he'd come across a lot. And if what he'd thought before, while he was overseas, was indecent, he didn't know how to describe what he saw on a near day-to-day basis. The things he saw were what nightmares were made of and he wanted to write those wrongs; as many as he possibly could. It was why he'd taken to Hayden, given her his private line. Her case had been the first he'd been assigned and the injustice of it all had him seeing red and working night and day until they put her attacker away. It was a frustrating job. At least with what he'd done before he found himself in New York, there was a lot of covert things that just... Happened. And it was shrugged at and pushed aside to be worded for the public; if it ever actually came to light anyway. There was a hell of a lot more than never saw the light of day and those were the assignments Oliver and his team were tasked with, jobs that had no one but his team walking out of a building or a home.

He'd been working on another one of those cases Oli dubbed "who let these people live" and wished he were still an active SEAL overseas. There wouldn't have been a trial and it would have been passed along as a "Had no choice" situation and that would have been that. Sometimes it sucked having to do things the proper way. It also meant Oli found himself in the gym, pushing himself that much harder because he couldn't do what he really wanted to. Every new case had his sister's face on it and it tore him up. It didn't matter obviously that she wasn't the victim, the victim was someone's sister, brother, mother, someone's someone and it tore at the big, tough SEAL. Instead of doing what he wanted, he hit up one of the machines and was pushing himself through his final set when Kate approached him. Smirking, he pushed through the final bit with a smirk on his face before letting the weights hit the base. He pulled his own towel up from the ground and he looked up at her. "Need to be knocked down a few pegs, do you?" He asked as his smirk grew into a grin and he ran the towel over his brow.

Tag || kate meghan donnelly
Words || 722
Clothes || On The Way!
Music || Lonely Eyes --Chris Young
Notes || <3!

[kate meghan donnelly]

Kate’s whole life had been crime and stopping it. Her father had been in the FBI long before she was born, and she had been raised knowing that her daddy went out to chase really bad men and women who did terrible things. He raised both Kate and her brother to be aware of the monsters not that hid under the bed but that walked amongst a crowd. That’s why Kate had been a scrappy kid, could fight better than most when she had been growing up. It was always amusing to see her dad try his best to scold her for fighting in high school when he was also trying not to laugh at the idea of some poor fifteen year old limping away from his skinny daughter, wondering where the hell she had learnt how to do so much more than hair pulling. He made sure his kids knew how to look after themselves because it was one less thing to worry about when he went away on another case. Little things, maybe unnecessary, but they made the Donnelly patriarch feel more comfortable and secure about going away for a week or more and only being a voice on a phone for his wife and children.

Kate hadn’t seen any other career for herself. Her brother had been set on the FBI, but Kate didn’t want to ride on her father’s reputation. She already used his name to pull a string or two when there was a joint task force or she needed cooperation from the field office and they weren’t going to play nice when she was just Detective Donnelly. She hated it, but it got results quicker than going through other avenues and that might have made difference between success and failure. Kate did not like failing at anything, and those who knew her could attest to that. She worked hard to get a good result and became bitter and angry when that didn’t happen. She was aware it couldn’t always be a perfect world, but she still hated that mark on her record, the cases that didn’t end with justice being served. Her dad said the day she could shrug those off was the day she needed to walk away and look for a different career, but Kate still hated that burning anger. She was an emotional person, but not the type who poured her heart out or cried in a quiet corner. She just burned with passion and it was either a powerful motivator, or it threatened to hurt anyone who got in her way.

So, getting rid of her excess energy was her way of trying to cool her own emotions down before she threw some poor rookie across the pen just because he brought in the wrong file, or asked her the wrong question at the wrong time. Kate’s captain warned her that her temper could be her downfall if she wasn’t careful. “Please, I just like you best when you’re on your back.” She smirked, wickedly. Kate enjoyed her banter with Oli, but there were times when she pushed it further, and it was usually when they were on the mats. It had been harmless, double-entendres that had never gone anywhere beyond winding each other with kicks and blows that no one else dared challenge them to. “Besides, apart from my brother, no one else fights with me anymore.” Her sparring abilities went far beyond what the NYPD expected of its officers and since Kate often fought dirty as well, it didn’t take long for people to give up training with her since no one wanted to spend twenty minutes with her on the mats and come away with an injury and a month of desk duty. Oli could handle whatever she threw at him and she knew he could take any of her nasty tackles, too; even if their last sparring session had ended with them crawling away from each other half laughing and half gasping for air.

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TAGGED! Oliver Aaron Wolfe
WORDS! 672!
OUTFIT!  Kick Ass Kate!
LYRICS! Lover Come Back - - - City And Colour
NOTES! <3

[Oliver Aaron Wolfe]

Oliver was pretty sure his mother went grey the day he told her he was joining the armed forces. He'd wanted to do something that his family could be proud of, that he could be proud of. Serving his country mattered and it made him the man he was today. He wouldn't take any of that back for anything in the world. The PTSD wasn't so bad, the cold sweats and the night terrors were actually pretty far between, though he could admit- to himself- that when they did show back up in his life again, they were downright nasty. A few sleepless nights and a few extra hours in the gym wouldn't hurt anything except his ears when his doctor finds out and launches into yet another lecture. He didn't need another one of those since he was getting them at just about every visit he made. There was no need to wrack them up! He was getting by and he was doing a hell of a lot better than some people who came away from military service. He could live with that and take care in knowing a little PTSD and some night terrors weren't the worst things that could happen to him. As long as he could stay ahead of them, he was gold; and when he couldn't, his boss understood and don't question why the detective was taking a couple days desk duty. Not everyone would have been so compassionate.

Oli had been worried when he'd been discharged if he would ever find something that motivated him to actually go into work. He knew plenty of veterans didn't make it very far once they were stateside and he really didn't want to be like them. It was nothing against them, he absolutely understood how they'd gotten there and if it hadn't been for his parents and sister, his buddies, he would have been right there with them. He'd been lucky that his PTSD wasn’t nearly as bad, that it had been manageable with the excessive workouts he got in. He kept active, healthy and fought off the demons he would never really get rid of. Without his position at the NYPD, it was a pretty safe bet that he wouldn't have been able to fight those demons, wouldn't have had a reason to get up and do what he did best, just on a smaller scale.

The detective was a lucky bastard that he found people to keep him grounded. Without people like Kate around, Oli didn't want to think about where he might be now. She was feisty and sarcastic and was constantly keeping Oliver on his toes. He never quite knew what to expect from her whenever he saw it. He thought it was all fantastic. Oli snorted his response to that. Their sparring had probably gotten out of control, especially their back and forth but he looked forward to it whenever they were on the mats together. "If you didn't attack like an FBI guard dog, people might want to." He knew it had nothing to do with her skill level and everything to do with those nasty tackles and jabs she threw in there. She was a dirty fighter and everyone knew it. Oli didn't mind in the least because no one overseas fought honourably and his CO didn't want his men being caught off guard.

Tag || kate meghan donnelly
Words || 564
Clothes || On The Way!
Music || Lonely Eyes --Chris Young
Notes || <3!

[kate meghan donnelly]

Had Kate been anything other than a cop, she might have killed her parents with the shock of it. Ever since she was old enough to comprehend the idea of growing up and jobs, she had shouted that she wanted to be just like daddy, wielding handcuffs and a gun, carting bad guys off to jail. The FBI was not suited to Kate though, and Kate not suited to it. She was sharper at the edges, needed something with more grit to cut into. The NYPD offered her just that. She didn’t know what each day might bring, or when she might be whisked away from her desk of unfinished paperwork because something was happening that the citizens would never, ever find out about. It was part and parcel of major crimes. Most of the time they didn’t want to cause a mass panic, so they worked under the radar and got the job done without the media causing a hysteria they couldn’t control. Heists, kidnappings and things much worse did not sit well with the modern day world. People spooked too easily and everything was a worst case scenario before it was even investigated.

Not that Kate had much patience for people who expected the worst in everything. She was a blunt realist at the best of times, but her patience was like skating on thin ice. It cracked easily, and she didn’t hide it well. Those who knew her could tell when she was about to shatter and give way, usually to a torrent of swear words and half a lecture about why they needed to stop right there. She wasn’t afraid to rise to an argument or fight for every single thing she believed in. It might have earned her a few reprimands over the years, but she was a good detective or else she wouldn’t have the spot she had. They could have bumped her right on down to vice or traffic if they had a serious problem with her, but all they ever did was tell her to go home early when she caused too much of a scene in their little floor of the precinct.

On a good week, her frustrations and fiery attitude were channelled healthily into her time at the gym. A good sparring partner helped her keep it under control even more. It was just a shame so many were scared off after twenty minutes on the mat with Kate once they saw that she was a scrapper and not someone who stuck to the rulebook. “I’m not apologising if my bite is worse than my bark.” There was a dangerous twinkle in her eyes when she looked at Oli. It was both daring and enticing, but she left it up to him to interpret. Kate would rather be underestimated, and then watch as her opponent was knocked flat on his back, wind taken right out of his lungs. She knew it was unlikely she could catch Oli off guard since he knew she was capable of fighting dirty and well. She tossed her towel down on the floor besides the mat and took her position after circling him, predator like. “How big are your teeth, Wolfe?” She asked teasingly, feeling her nerves light up as the adrenaline began to race through her body at the sheer thought of fighting Oli. Or was it just the thought of rolling around, touching him? Kate shook that dark, delicious thought away and faked right before jumping back and smirking. Not yet, no. It wasn’t time to attack yet. This was still all part of the warm up dance.

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TAGGED! Oliver Aaron Wolfe
WORDS! 609!
OUTFIT!  Kick Ass Kate!
LYRICS! Lover Come Back - - - City And Colour
NOTES! <3