#cliviabenson

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@cliviabenson ❤︎’d for a thing !

         “ WHATEVER  you’re here to scold me about ... can you just save it until tomorrow ?  i’m not in the mood. ”

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@cliviabenson cont’d from here:

          CASEY LEANS IN ,  elbows on her knees.  a frown paints across her lips.  she sits a moment in silence, as if that makes up for not answering the question.  “ hey, how about you and i go get some coffee ? ”

[rorishleanne]

new york {leanne & olivia}

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leanne felt the force of the gun in her hand, she couldn’t hear the shots, but she knew exactly how they sounded. the bullet casings making a ping sound as they hit the floor, inaudible to her & those around her. after firing her second round of ammo she uncocked her baretta and set it down. flipping the switch to have her target moved towards her she waited. her eyes squinting just a bit as she noted the bullet holes, center target. licking her lips she quirked her eyebrow and started to clean up the bay she was using. once her gun was loaded with another round of ammunition and set safely into her holster she took her earmuffs off & hung them up. clicking the light off signaling other’s at the range that the bay was unused she stepped out of the small area & headed towards the door. 

she stepped outside into the cool crisp air of new york. a place she had only inhabited for a few short weeks. she wasn’t expected to report for duty for another few days, the department she was assigned too gave her time for the move & for her to settle in & get to now the new city. leanne had spent her days driving around, learning the areas & streets she would soon take cases in. leanne had been a homicide detective in los angeles, coming up on six years. working & living in la you see a lot. probably enough for her short career to withstand someone out to retire. being a cop had never been her first choice, she had wanted to go into the medical field. to be a doctor or a nurse. but it was her father that swayed her in the direction. she was an only child, & on top of that he had wanted a son. instead he got her, so he did everything he could to make her the boy he had never had. it wasn’t that he was a bad father, he perhaps wasn’t the greatest. he did his best, at least that is what she told herself. 

so instead of going into the field she had aspired for, she became a cop. maybe it was a pride thing. leanne had always wanted to make her father proud, & in truth she had never seen him prouder the day she graduated the academy & then later became a detective with the lapd. but that was years ago, or so it seemed. -- leanne sat in her car, in front of the new york police department, 16th precinct. it was her first day with the special victims unit, & she would be working with olivia benson, who was her lieutenant & commanding officer. to say she wasn’t nervous was a complete lie, it was always nerve wrecking going to a new department, you were an outsider, someone who didn’t belong yet. you had to prove yourself, especially when you were a woman. clearing her throat she pushed back her hair, she couldn’t change her mind, not now. 

not after everything. clearing her throat she grabbed her keys & stepped out of the car. she felt a knot in her throat as she finally went into the building. officers & other detectives giving her a second glance as they were trying to figure out who the new intruder was. shaking her head a bit, which helped move her hair back she squared up her shoulders & continued walking. when she got into the area where the special victims unit was located. she glanced around at the detectives at desks, whom she didn’t know. moving past them she went to the office where the door was open, she glanced at the name plate. lieutenant olivia benson. pressing her lips together she knocked on the frame of the door, waiting until she was acknowledge. 

[theseourbodiesrp]

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mike wondered if he’s ever not going to feel like the boss’s kid. The only one who doesn’t seem weary still is Sonny Carisi; even Olivia seems to think he’s a spy for his father.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking, believing he can work for NYPD without being Dodds Junior. He’s nothing if not stubbornly- some would say naively- optimistic, though. If he’s not an accepted part of the team already, he will be. Maybe.

“Morning, Lieutenant,” he said as he strode into her office. He didn’t know that he walked like his father: confident, almost commanding, though he lacked his father’s arrogance. He offered Benson a smile and one of the coffees in his hand. “I brought you one. I’m not used to the squad room coffee yet.” He told her with a slight shrug. His smile froze for just a moment and he shook his head at himself.

Maybe he should stop pointing out that he’s the new guy. That might help.

[07179]

             “ i think going undercover as a gigglo is totally my thing. ”

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“Shelby Greene is twenty-seven years old and was raped by two men. This is their second attack in three weeks. I’m callin’ this guy a serial, Liv. The last vic, Hannah Jakobs was twenty-six, with the same injuries. Luckily, both girls got dna under their fingernails. ME is running it now.”

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[07179]

               “ you know, i’m not really the suit and tie every day kind of guy. just a warning. ”

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The magician sighs, he hasn't even been here long and he's already had a rather odd welcoming to New York. Of course, he didn't tell his Partner this. Instead, he's gone straight to where he was recommended to go. Of course, after making sure the girl was alright and safe in the Hospital. It is rude to help someone then not see if they're okay after all.

He calmly walks into the area, looking around trying to find someone. He doesn't really see many people who are free, everyone is talking to someone. It isn't like he can get anyone's attention either without disturbing them completely. Since of course, he can't talk. He finds an empty chair, and decides that he's going to sit in it.

Skippy isn't disturbing anyone, though he knows the matters in which he came here are important. However, he personally didn't feel comfortable disturbing people who were probably working on other things. So, he quietly looked around the place, fiddling with a deck of cards as he waiting patiently for someone to be free.