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    Olivia

    Laughter echoed both around her and from her, it had been another long week, work had pulled her away from her comfortable home in Washington Dc and now being home and in her regular bar, she already felt much better. “Another round” she piped up above the music earning her a round of cheers and a laugh from the bartender. He was an older man in his late forties and she had learned about four months ago his name was Jeff and from what she had overserved he lived alone and did nothing more but pour his heart and soul into his small run-down bar.

    Her eyes cast around her taking in the familiar sights of the dark wood floors covered in a layer of dirt from today's patrons, the two pools tables with laughing figures around placing quarters around the edge to call the next game, all the way to the lights that hung from the ceiling a dark green down covering the light bulbs and creating a dimming effect on the lights around her.

    The thud of a beer being placed in front of her made her look back to bar a smile breaking through her lips as she lifted the cold beverage to her lips. Taking a sip that she swore never felt better, though it wasn't true she felt beer from a familiar place was all the better than beer in other cities but then again in other cities she was on the job, and drinking on the job was a big no-no. The thought made her laugh and the simple fact she was laughing so freely was a clear sign of the alcohol buzzing through her body. This was going to be her last beer it would need to be after all she had to be on her Ps and Qs right now. It was funny moments ago but she had been caught drinking about three months ago and it had gotten her in quite a bit of trouble at work.

    Working for the FBI she was doing what she knew deep down she was good at doing, and she had spent her entire life doing it over and over again. Saving the lives of animals and humans alike. Her mother called it a superhero complex, something she was told once stemmed from not being able to save herself as a child. The thoughts darkened her mind, reflecting in the shadows of her eyes. This was enough thought for the night. It was time to drink her beer and go home. Lifting the bottle to her lips she chugged down the cool liquid dripping down the side of her mouth. Only to be wiped away by the back of her hand, in the same motion she ran her hand through the chestnut brown hair that hung down her back. Normally it was kept in a ponytail but the last week had been long and her hair hadn't left its rubber band leaving her with killer tension migraines. So tonight, it fell in wild waves down to her hips. Reaching for her black leather coat she slides it over her shoulder's zipping it up to her mid-section. One last glance around the bar she started for the door only pausing to look in the mirror behind the shelves of liquor.

    She wasn't dressed like the other girls in the bar but then again, she wasn't looking for attention either, she just needed to unwind. She could see it in her fact her dark hair falling down her shoulders framing her pale face, green eyes framed in thick lashes and dark circles under her eyes telling her to go home and sleep it off, but the way her lips were flushed from drinking she wondered if she really wanted to go home and sleep it off? Perhaps she could take her pick and see if she had to go home alone? Shaking the thoughts away and locking her jaw she turned to the door and started walking out. After all she wasn’t dressed for trying to go home with a friend a plain black shirt and a simple pair of black slacks that hugged her hips. She was dressed plainly and in mostly black per her normal, so not exactly the attire she needed to get laid. That seemed like a good but bad thing that left her mentally frustrated. Storming out into the cold December air, her breath caught as the blast of cold air filled her lungs never in her life had she felt more grateful for the cab parked in front of the bar. Without a second thought, she hopped in.



    “West Jackson St. Please" her voice came out in a chattering sound and the older woman chuckled nodding her head. Though she responded to the women's simple how are you doing and other simple chatter her mind was in a completely different place. She was thinking of the last case she had solved. It hadn't been the worst but none of them were really all that great either. It had started with a kid growing up in fucked up situation and when he was pushed too hard, he snapped and his version of snapped was to start killing football players from local college parties. Leaving each one displayed in a way to both shame and humiliate the men he killed. He had believed they didn’t deserve the things they had and for that, he was punishing them. He had killed 7 young men before they caught him and she couldn’t help but feel as if some of the lives she didn’t save haunted her thoughts wishing she could have been smarter or faster but she had to think about the lives she had also saved by pulling a man like that off the streets. Though it wasn’t comforting for her families it was a comfort for her.



    The car pulled to a stop and she smiled sweetly and told the women good night before she slid from the car. Looking up at the stone building before her she sighed in relief to be home though it wasn’t that long ago, she was here it felt like it had been far too long. Walking up the glass door she pulled it open. Entering and disappearing to the rest of the world. No one was ever out in the halls this late which was one of the perks of her building after all she really wasn’t into talking to a lot of people. Her job required her to do a lot of talking so when she was off the clock, she preferred to listen than talk. Entering her apartment and hearing the final click as she locked the deadbolt once she was inside was like the final straw of her day. A sigh relieving the last bit of tension from her body as she slid out of her leather coat and wandered into her bedroom. The dark blues she had decorated her room inset a calming effect on her mind. Snooping around she found the PJs she had thrown on the floor the last time she left in a rush.

    Fuzzy pants were love to a woman like her, warm soft, and comforting perfect for the one thing she wanted to do most. Picking up her red pants and a large white shirt she smiled and seemed to float to her shower. The one thing that had sold her this small apartment other than the quietness around her was the water heater and the pressure it was like heaven to take a shower.



    45 minutes later she surfaced steaming and pruny, knowing now it was time for the grand finale of her night. It was time to slip into her bed and call it a night and that's exactly what she did, the bed swallowing her soul, dragging her mind to the dark abyss of sleep she definitely needed.



    Dylan

    She was indeed a mess where the only thoughts he had as he waited outside the bar for his partner to come out. She hung around longer than he liked but when she came out relief washed over him. She had just gotten into trouble a little while earlier, about two months to be exact they were in a smaller hick town in North Dakota, following a lead on multiple missing persons and three dead bodies.

    She had allowed herself to drink at a local bar where it was profiled the unsub would have been and she had called it correctly, but she had allowed herself to get to intoxicated and when the man went to take her with force she shot him, luckily it was the right man and it had led to them finding a slew of missing girls that where being used for sex trafficking but the director didn't see it that way and for that, she was drilling Liv pretty hard. Yet here she was drinking one down again and that made him chuckle and shake his head, she always seemed to do what she wanted but she also saved lives and seemed to care even less about her own life. It had intrigued him and though it was interesting watching her wasn't exactly his idea. It had been the team requesting to keep an eye on her, just to make sure she really was ok after all the man had roughed her up before she shot him which was more than likely the only reason, she still had a job. It looked good as a self-defense case in court and to the high ups of the company.

    The light of the door opening drew his attention and he was relieved to see his partner exiting the bar, she had her hair down and he had to admit it made her look wild in a sexy kind of way. Not that she would believe him or that when he saw her next it wouldn't be pulled back up as her normal up do. He had only discovered she wore her hair down when the team had started taking shifts watching her but when everyone else had thought she was fine he hadn't been so convincing and so now if she was to be watched it was going to have to be him.

    She had gotten into the cab and drove off he knew she would be going home, it was the norm for her when she first came home a pattern he had picked up on as he watched her learning slowly more and more about the strange being trapped in the body of a woman no tall her then 5’5” but she was interested in her own way. He had once watched her dart into traffic to save a kitten and when it fallowed her home she tried to run it off but every night she was home she had a window cracked in in the left corner of the screen was a hole that the small creature would go into her apartment every night and he would bet money that she was probably feeding the cat, even knowing she wasn't allowed to have pets in her apartment.

    He made it to her apartment in time to look up and see the lights go out in her bedroom window and not five minutes later like clockwork a small black and white cat slipped into her room and he knew then she was asleep and he too could go home and do the same. After all who knew what kind of crazy would be going on tomorrow. Huffing he lights a cigarette turning and vanishing down the street headed home to clear his mind and try and get some sleep. Taking a deep breath his eyes lifted to the moonlight and for a moment he just started the fog of his warm breath echoing a silent howl to the moon. It was a lovely night to walk home.





    Olivia

    Beep beep beep beep the alarm shrieked causing her head to instantly started thumping making her regret the drinks from the night before. Months ago, this would have been nothing more than the normal but when you cut your drinking back and start again, well her head was sure as hell on strike now, to say the least, but it was another day and time to go do what she did best. Save lives and catch the bad guys. Groaning she rolls out of bed, palming her alarm clock to shut it up as she yawned and stretched her arms over her head as the sound of the city played through her open window. A soft meow drew her attention to the foot of her bed where a small black cat laid, she had taken care of him for almost a year now. Well if you could call it taking care of him. When she was home, she fed him, any other time she merely left the window slightly cracked for him to come and keep warm when she wasn’t here to take care of him. No matter how many times it crossed her mind she couldn’t lock him inside when he grew up out there and she wasn’t here enough to really take care of a pet. Work was her life and life was work.

    It didn’t take long for her t get dressed, it never really did. Putting on makeup took too much time when she would rather be sleeping in her own bed. Enjoying it while she could. Throwing her hair in a ponytail pulled tight and grabbing her leather coat from the stool in front of her kitchen bar taking a moment to reach over and pet Salem the cat who always seemed so happy she was home. The thought that at least someone cared if she came back or not crossed her mind only to be interrupted by a sound, she knew all too well.

    Brinnnngggg Brinnnngggg a ringtone Dylan had made fun of her for not changing from the factory ringtone. It's so old he would say and she would shrug telling him it wasn’t his phone so it didn’t matter. It didn’t bother her and it worked when it came to a sound that got her attention. After all, D.C was a busy city with a lot of sounds. Somethings you just naturally drown out otherwise your whole world would be a cloud of chaotic sound. In that, this ringtone pulled her through that and it needed to.

    “special agent Olivia James.”

    “Meeting at the round table in 30.” the familiar sound of Nate southern drawl telling her it was time to go back to work. Good thing she was already on her way out the door “Yes sir be there in 20.” he wasn’t one for goodbyes so she wasn’t surprised when her phone clicked and went silent once more. 4 years as a part of his team and it took her almost 2 to figure out if he even liked her but she wasn’t really sure all the time even now but that was him. Short and to the point.



    Federal Burro of Investigation 8:30 am (Case Briefing)





    “that makes three in a matter of two weeks” carter stated while the team each took a place at the table. Pictures posted on the projection screen normally made most people sick but this team had seen more than their fair share of blood and gore but that didn’t make this case any easier to stomach. Three women had lost their lives and the only evidence wasn't even really anything other than the means of death. Each one had been placed into an old fashioned metal claw foot tub, metal brackets held them down while the electricity was pumped into the tub filled with water, making their ends not so pleasant.



    He left them dead in the tub fried up and soaking in their own fluids but the real question was why? Why would someone put another living being through torture like that? Olivia had closed her eyes a moment of weakness as she knew no one really deserved such things. Swallowing the lump in her throat was easy she had done it many times before and, in her mind, she kept pictures of the lives she had saved. That was what kept her going when everything else was dark around her. “We will be flying out in 30.” Kansas a remote place where most people knew everyone but no one seemed to know who was picking up and killing off innocent women, but that was their job to find and stop the monster that appeared in more than just nightmares.

    the best thing about the burro was the jet, though it wasn’t really fun when you had heavier things weighing on your mind. Each one of them sat silently studying each victim, they needed to pick out how he was gathering each of these women and what drew him to them. If they could pinpoint the exact type then they could try and get ahead of him.

    Lauren Skiles, 32 single, with black hair and blue eyes, roughly a 5’4” build profile said she was mostly a loner. She didn’t seem to have very many friends and the ones she did have seemed so shocked about her death that they hadn't answered any calls but that was ok. A better profile could be built in person.

    Lily Meeks, 24 brown hair and brown eyes around 6’2” collage girl with plenty of friends. Last seen at a party with her friends for spring break. Reported missing 4 days after she was last seen when she didn’t show up for school. Everyone swore she was dedicated to her school. So why her? Nothing about her was the same as the first victim and the left number three.



    Alana Rider, red hair, green eyes and she was smaller than the other two victims. Roughly a 4’ 5” in height but that being said she would have been easier to target and control. Yet she didn’t have many similarities to the other women. She was an artist and when her producer came for the next piece she was missing and her apartment was destroyed. So, there was a struggle for this one, but why risk-taking her from home while the others were taken away from home.



    “What if the victim pool is randomized as a precaution to throw us off” a small voice erupted from Nevaeh. She had the brainpower of all of them combined it seemed sometimes but she weighed no more than 150 and her mousy hair and large brown eyes made her seem plain but it would only take a few minutes of conversation to realize behind this young plain-looking women was a bundle of knowledge and sometimes that’s just what they needed. If it was true that the victims were randomized in order to throw off the police then that would tell them this killer was cautious and very smart. Knowing that this case would be almost like a strategic game of chess. Each move is calculated to allow for them to move in and take out the threat before he killed more innocent women.

    A sigh erupted from Olivia as helpful as Nevaeh was it was also a precursor to the fact this person was watching out for them and that meant they were playing mental chess with another person on their level and if that were really the case, then this was going to be one hell of a rodeo. The feeling in her gut wouldn’t fade and she couldn’t tell if it was her lingering hangover or if it was the feeling that this wasn’t going to end well.



    The jet landed smoothly and they all knew it was time to get right to it when the side doors opened and the sun streamed through blinding the team for a moment before revealing a small airport and a cluster of officers already waiting for their arrival. It's so uncommon for these kinds of things in such a small area and normally it warranted all the officers after all everyone knows everyone in a small town. Which left to wonder did the killer really live here too? Did these people know there was a wolf among the sheep and had anyone noticed that danger was lurking around them?

    Note this is just my base idea for us to go off of. Making our own characters and starting the story over in a sense.

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    I love it!! but will make my onw character... wil make a man and a women... is it okey that won of them have's a 14 year old kid?
    “I won’t forgive you. I won’t forget you yet, but I’m going to leave you and move on.” – Hatori Chise

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    Sure. I love you giving them a back story!!!
    I'm working on the main character and the villain now.

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