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Vengeance

noun

punishment inflicted or retribution exacted for an injury or wrong.

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K♠️ - What is one thing your muse considers a grave injustice?

This Meme: Accepting with Exceptions @sonnyxcarisi

(Warning; This ask will discuss topics such as A.B.use, Neglect, and Shaming people based on weight.)

It was well passed the late night mark. Sonny and Jayden had been left to hold down the fort while the others either went home or were tracking down another lead. Conversation had been fairly steady. Bouncing between questions on Law or break downs of obscure Psychology routes to take when engaging with a victim. Take out was spread out between them. Her salad getting left mostly untouched in favour of consuming the meatball sub that Sonny had so kindly bought her.

When he asked his newest question during a break of work, she had to sit back in the borrowed office chair to think about it. There were so many to choose from. But one that struck her harder in that moment was one she felt the most for. A sad smile graced her face as she turned her head to give him her full attention, as this was not a light topic to discuss.

“That Doubt is cast on people that don’t fit the right pants size. It is hard enough when we can take someone at face value that they have been mugged and robbed. But to have to prove that our victims are even telling the truth? Imagine what it must be like for those that, through no fault of their own, are on what every stupid and insane fashion restriction is forcing the world to try and adhere to, the heavier set side. How often do they get a.b.used? Why does no one take them as seriously as someone thinner? Why do we, as people, treat each other poorly when it is clear that we do not fit the standardised outline and perception of health and beauty? That people overlook them and treat them so shamefully that it has a lasting impact on their psyche.

“Why do we have to work so hard to get our victims the same treatment of respect, sympathy, and diligence that someone who unfortunately lost their life.” Jay realised she was starting to raise her voice as she went on, so she stopped. Took his cup of coffee that he hadn’t touched since dinner arrived, and drank from it as a sort of means to reset herself to a softer state.

“Sadly I am in the minor group that thinks everyone deserves respect. That all people need to be seen and heard based on the truth of their words. Not by what they look like.”

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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

This Meme: Accepting @ltxoliviabenson

(There are mentions of Disassociation, Domestic Viol.ence, and Trauma in this Ask. None of it is explained in great detail, however I felt it was right to warn people. Read with Caution)

“You are well within your rights to be angry Sgt. Benson. But I also have firm ground to stand on.” Jayden said, calm despite standing to her full height, hands folded in front of herself. While she was not the same height as Liv, she had her own controlled authority to brace herself against the older woman’s ire. A dark glare being met with neutral resistance. “I advised you that Amaro needed to lay off the suspect. That due process is to be given as everyone is ‘Innocent until Proven Guilty.’ Those were the words we swore by.”

The case was falling apart at the seams and it seemed no one had an answer. Amaro had gone just this side of belligerent with their current suspect when they ran from him and Rollins. The rough handling of the suspect, their closed off and distant gaze, all told Jay that something wasn’t right. That there was a great amount of detail that was missing. When she interjected herself into the interrogation, it took Liv and Craigen to pull them out of the room.

Their spat spilled out into the hall.

“I am not one of your officers. I am a Doctor of Psychology for the F.B.I.. When I tell him to back off and to take a minute I expect him to listen to me. Not start snapping and shouting at me when there is a scared, homeless teenager sitting in a police station that has become closed off and disassociating from the situation.” She could see the slowly closing fist Oliva was making in an attempt to control her own emotions. Jayden didn’t blame her for it. It was a bad situation only getting worse. The Special Victims Unit was often a gathering pool of high tension and stress beyond standard police work.

“You do know that I can have Amaro arrested for assault and obstruction of an ongoing investigation.” Yes it was a bit of a threat, but Jayden wasn’t going to back down. It was well within her right, when she found out that Nick had been unnecessarily rough by Amanda’s standards when getting the suspect into cuffs. “Go deal with your detective. I will be taking over care and interrogation of this tennager.”

Three Days Later

“I told you that something was missing.” Jayden said on her way to follow the transfer of their once suspect to Laguardia. Jayden had been right, the teen wasn't a suspect but another victim in the D.V. side of the case. Jayden had managed to get them to agree that being treated for the various mental disorders was going to be better and safer than being let go and turned back out onto the streets. “I am not mad at you Liv. But Amaro needs to learn there are consequences to his actions. I hope to see an apology within the week.”

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6♣️ - How do your muse’s “gut feelings” usually turn out? (from Charley)

This Meme: Accepting with Exceptions @wexarethewalkingxdead

They had managed to find another cabin as they headed further away from the coast. Monsoon was rolling in which meant high humidity and greater chances for storms. It was going to be a few days before it was safe to travel if the ache in her rapidly aging body was anything to go by. So they cleared the area and settled the cabin. Which was surprisingly well stocked. An Air B’n’B left forgotten complete with a small river nearby, one with fish of all things still surviving as if the world never ended.

It was as the women were cleaning the fish in the water, with the child asleep at his mother’s back, when Charlie’s question broke the silence of nature. Jay sat on that for a bit. Chewing her thoughts over all that had happened, what lay ahead of them as they moved further into Pennsylvania. The coming monsoon season and how they were going to prepare for it. How every day she checked her walkie talkie that had been a gift from Beth. Spoils of easier times gone by, just in case.

The whole living dead situation was testing her limited skills already. She had been a veterinarian before life and they had known it came to a haunting conclusion.

“Honesty, I am surprised I made it out of New York.” Jayden shrugged. Her voice was hollow to her own ears yet the words were as true as them still being alive. “All of this is fucking guess work. I was always better with animals than I was with people. That was why I was a vet. Now with all of this?”

She scoffed, buried the knife in her hand halfway up the blade into the soil at her side. Another fish cleaned and deboned as possible.

“All I know is that we are alive, and that what is left of my family is out there somewhere. I can feel it in my soul.” She blinked back her tears of frustration. Her last words are a whisper on the wind. "I have to."

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