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LEYLA KAPLAN

It was moments like this that Leyla missed most while she was out of state travelling. Sat in the middle of her penthouse apartment, drinking beer and more often than not demolishing whatever food they could get their hands on. It had begun in their teenage years and of course progressed into adulthood; only now they were indefinitely left as two, with the lingering presence that was her younger brother gone but not forgotten. Charlie had been a solid rock within her often turbulent life, for as long as she could physically remember and it seemed not even in the face of grief was that going to change. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ve been meaning to swing by the firehouse and check in on you, but dad has be opening a new store uptown and it’s been all hands on deck.“ She explained, failing to admit that the distraction from the chaos that she had witnessed that night had been welcomed. “I’m not sure I even know what happened to be able to talk about it. I saw what the media would have us believe.” Leyla added, gaze lifting to meet his. “I know it’s always been bad here, but that was a lot you know?”

...

Charlie chuckled lowly as he raised his hand, giving her a subtle wave. “You know you don’t owe me any explanations on why you haven’t come by the station. I know you came home to help your dad out and with everything else...” He knew it wasn’t a topic he should bring up unless she wanted to talk about it which was why he let the words trail off instead of speaking them out loud. He brushed his tongue along his lower lip, picking up the glass in front of him and bringing it to his lips to take a sip of it. “Yeah, it’s not something people really think about unless they are slap down in the middle of it.” Like his job, he was usually one of the people that responded to stuff like that all the time.

[theodoremiles]

SIMONE ORTIZ & DOMINIK VRONSKY 

There’s a great many things that Simone is required to consider when crossing the line between the physical and something more. Admittedly, it hasn’t even crossed her mind with Theo just yet, how could it? Lines blurred and before she knew it, they’d labelled this a date. Something that perhaps fell into place a little too easily and yet, there’s a distinct link between the pair and what might have once belonged to careless teenagers. “No, you just make it easy for me.” Playing into one another’s hands without second thought to what it meant. A sigh of gentle appreciation slips through her lips as she smiles, beyond even the small niggling that wants to ask if he’s being truthful with her. Old habits died hard, and trust was one thing Simone usually went without. “Is that right?” Her tongue slips out, capturing what remains on her lip of her champagne and though she’d been headed in an entirely different direction earlier, Simone entwines her fingers with his and tugs him towards the hallway, “Who said you’d need any kind of trick to get me there in the first place, hm?”

…

His hues pull away from her to look in the direction of where they were heading. As soon as he notices it’s towards the hallways, his hand extends out to place his half empty glass of champagne on the nearest surface. His eyes drift back towards her right as her tongue slips between her lips and it’s hard to get his focus anywhere else. Once the two of them are in the hallway, Theo shifts to back her into the nearest wall, lifting his arm up to rest against the wall next to her head. “Who says we have to wait until we get back to my place?” He mutters as he uses his other hand to place his fingers underneath her chin, tilting it up so his lips brush against hers for a moment. “Follow me,” he muses as he drops his arm off the way, taking her hand and leading her towards the one area he knows no one will head into. He pushes the double doors open into the kitchen area, turning around and putting his hands on her hips. Lifting her up and placing her onto the counter, the male settles his hands on her knees and pulls them apart. He takes a step to stand between them and his hand raises up to rest on the back of her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. @dominikvronsky​

[theodoremiles]

SIMONE ORTIZ

“Then I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t expect you to,” nor did she particularly want to have toi divide her attention between him and anyone else. Perhaps it was foolish of her, to want a single night to do so - such a selfish desire was one that had landed her in a subsequent loss far too many times before. The fact that they were surrounded by those that would rather see them dead, was perhaps riddled in irony. “If you’re strapped for ideas, I can probably think of a few that you might like the sound of,” drawing him to a slow stop, her drink rises to her lips and her free hand shifts until gentle fingers curl around the slope of his neck, “That all depends on whether you’ve got something else brewing for tonight,” And, it’s the only question she’ll ask of it. Knowing that the last time they were together, he was waiting for his team to swoop in and arrest a number of people, “Is it just us tonight? No surprises waiting to happen?”

…

Theo lifts the glass of champagne up towards his lips, taking a sip of it as his hues focus on her features. Truthfully, he’s not sure when things began to shift between them but she was the sole reason he wasn’t in his apartment drinking himself numb and into a haze. At her words, the male brings the flute down towards his side, holding it by the rim as his gaze drops down towards her lips. His top teeth scraping along his lower lip as a low chuckle breathlessly leaves his lips. “You always know the right things to say to work me up, Ortiz.” He teases as he turns his head to look over his shoulder then back towards her with a short but quick shake of the head. “There’s no tricks up these sleeves tonight, darlin’. At least not the kind of tricks I had the last time we went out together… I can’t promise about not havin’ some tricks up my sleeve to get you in my apartment later.” He mused with a devious smirk coming along his features. “It’s just us. If the rest of the world selflessly gives that to us.”

[theodoremiles]

SIMONE ORTIZ

Although the events of the Halloween fiasco had put something of a strain on their professional relationship, Simone couldn’t help but find humor in the fact that the new years ball would now forever be labelled, the night of their first date. An odd concept, to someone who avoided personal relationships at seemingly any cost. “The first few hours, sure.” Her other hand crossed her body to curl fingers gently around his bicep as they walk, “But it’s the one night of the year that I can excuse myself without the obligatory guilt. It might help just a little,” she started, a hand falling away as she picked up another drink from the passing tray, “that I have a good reason to skip out on it all too.”

…

Theo walked along side her, effortlessly shifting through the sea of people. There was no set destination and he was sure that Simone would lead them to wherever she wanted to go tonight. These sort of things weren’t exactly his thing especially when he was on edge about his team being in the same space as the people had killed one of their own. He turned his head to look over at the woman holding his arm, nodding his head. “Plus I’m not good at sharin’.” He muttered with a smirk on his features as he raised his hand to grab one of the drinks from the same tray as his eyes drop down to look at her. “What am I goin’ to do with all of this attention?”

[theodoremiles]

SIMONE ORTIZ

Open

location: idk somewhere okay

Simone had easily accepted her fate, upon becoming district attorney, she was well aware that the whole ordeal would come with soiree’s and getting caught up in some of the most boring conversations, with the most bland people one could cross paths with. Save the city, campaign for the betterment of the youth - all in a days work. Tonight, however, that was the last thing she wanted to get pulled into, and though she wasn’t entirely against pulling in a random bystander to save her from a metaphorically death defying talk with a minister, she didn’t need to. The familiar face peaked her interest and almost immediately, she excused herself. Quickly stepping away to sling an arm through the crook of recognitions shoulder, “Whatever you do, do not make eye contact and do not turn around, we’ll be stuck there all night otherwise.”

…

Theo held a glass of whiskey in his hand, holding it between his index finger and thumb. All he had to do was be a guest tonight even though the deal happening downstairs was on his mind. Things were heating up and this was almost like a repeat of the night they sent Kate on her deal. He cleared his throat at the thought, bringing the glass up to his lips and taking a sip of it. He turned his head to look over at his date when her arm slipped through his. “Isn’t that the point of tonight, Si? Aren’t we supposed to be mingling and getting stuck in conversations we don’t want to have all night?”

[theodoremiles]

[theodoremiles]

MELINDA HARRIS

“I sure will!” Melinda smiled warmly, this was a great way to start a day. “You need good publicity!” she added teasingly finding it easy to joke with Theo on account of her great mood. “How’d you even find out about this place anyway?” she inquired, it was always interesting coming across new places, or in this case old and long withstanding places. The exterior wasn’t much and could be walked past without a second look, but the quality of food clearly outweighed a shoddy paint job outside. “Don’t judge a book by its cover was clearly in full effect today.”

…

Theodore laughed, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he followed next to her down the street. “Come on. Any fool who lives in Chicago knows about this place,” he turned his head to look over at her wit ha grin coming along his features. “You just need to know the right people.” He teased as he brushed his tongue along his lower lip as he pulled a hand out of his pocket, pointing his index finger in her direction. “Alright, amuse me, Harris. What book cover did you see with me?”

[theodoremiles]

10, 21, 32, 43, 54, 65

10: When was your last physical fight?

“Last night. I had to punch some piece of shit who couldn’t take no for an answer at the club.” 

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

“Working.”

32: What is your favourite color?

“Uh... blue.”

54: Is cheating ever okay?

“Not even a fuckin’ little.”

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

“I woulda never believed her. She probably would have said it to fuck with me because Montgomery always thought she was hilarious.” 

[theodoremiles]

03 | 16 | 37 | 59

03: Do you regret anything?

“Not being able to save my sister and Kate. I could have done better.”

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

“I’m... hanging in.”

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

“Can’t say either is particularly easy but... I would rather forget than forgive.”

59: Do you like the snow?

“Is snow supposed to be impressive?”

[theodoremiles]

MELINDA HARRIS

where: ~some breakfast spot in chicago~

who: @theodoremiles​

Melinda wasn’t one who outwardly celebrated her birthday, maybe a small dinner with her family and friends. The day called for self-reflection and nostalgia that she didn’t care to dive too deeply in, especially this year. Yet, when she found out that Theo’s was only a day after hers she decided bending the rules of ‘celebrating’ would be fine if they got brunch together. “Thanks,” she smiled reaching for her to go cup of coffee as they exited. “I feel like I’ve had my fill for the entire day with that meal!”

…

Best part about playing the part of civilian was being able to touch all the bases. Syndicate, Bratva… and even the local detectives. There was only one person outside of the team that knew their secret and it was Simone. Someone he trusted with his entire life especially after the last few months. He put his hand up against the door, pushing it open as he tilted his head down to look at the woman walking out first. He chuckled lowly as he walked out the door right behind her, moving to take off his jacket now that it was a little more warm outside than it had been when they first came in. “Hopefully you can tell people that your birthday breakfast was a hit.”

[theodoremiles]

SIMONE ORTIZ

“You know, the fact that it would worry you so much is actually selling this to me a little more. It’s not like I’d have to dig far to find her.” Not that she would ever do such a thing, but the taunt existed all the same. Something about the idea of Theodore being around his mother, back in the place that he called home sounded almost warming. Undoubtedly, her own parents would always be far too busy for something like that, but she knew that the intention would always be there to offer something like that. “Okay, okay.. I was just curious, the more I think about it the more I’m starting to think that you might even be able to pull the lycra off, Theo.” Unimpressive was certainly not something she’d ever considered the man beside her, especially after the last few weeks. “How noble of you, fair warning.. it could be absolutely terrible, but I expect you to get through at least one drink without finding a way to ghost me. Think you can manage that?” Although he’d already made mention of how he thought she looked, there was something in the way he looked back at her that drew a slight roll to her eyes before she caught up with him, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Theodore Miles.”

…

Theodore furrowed his brows at her words. “You wouldn’t,” he muttered as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Maybe if tonight goes off the way it’s supposed to I’ll let you meet my mother.” He smirked. He pulled one of his hands out of his pocket, extending it out towards her as a way of making it a deal. After what happened at LITE and the docks, it was hard to believe that night was going to go in their favor. All he could think about was the way the crime scene had looked when they secretly called him in to identify Kate. He had gotten a phone call from Ryan before then so there was no ands ifs or buts about it not being her but it still was one of the hardest things he had to do which was why he had to make sure he was doing a better job keeping an eye on his agents. “Maybe if there is some Christmas themed dress up thing I’ll put on some tights for you and be your little helper,” he chuckled, brushing his tongue along his lower lip. “Me? Ghost you? Are you kiddin’, Ortiz?” He turned his head over towards the window as they took a step closer to the stall. “Yeah?” He glanced over at her as a grin came along his features. “I can talk about how great you look all night, Si.”

[theodoremiles]

SIMONE ORTIZ

Seeing Theo now felt far different to how it’d felt over the last few months, despite knowing that he undoubtedly still carried it all with him, the guilt and grief over Kate’s death didn’t seem to be all that rested on his shoulders. The sound of his laugh alone was enough to ease the slight knot that had pulled tight within her stomach each and every time she’d seen him since. “Clearly, I’m going to have to find a way to meet your mother. A whole album, you say? Who could pass up on witnessing that.” A taunt that carried through with the blossom of laughter, since picturing Theo as a baby felt almost impossible. “If? Don’t tell me you’re wearing a full lycra suit under there…” Doe hues widened a little at what more there could be to the costume of his, perhaps even a little impressed if he’d truly gone to further lengths than merely the glasses and suspenders. “Perfect, there’s a stall with pumpkin spice latte ale and I’ve been waiting for a guinea pig to give it a try before I do. Care to volunteer?” Easily enough, she reached out for the crook of his elbow, gently pulling him in the direction of the stall. “A few people,” she noted, though the weight of their compliments didn’t mean much to her, “I’m always open to hearing it again though.” Again? Or from him? The pretense alone left her a little unsure. 

…

Theo shook his head at her words with an amused grin on his features. “There’s no way you’re meeting my mother, Ortiz.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, knowing if he decided to bring a woman around his mother that she would probably embarrass the crap out of him and ask when she would finally get those grandbabies she was dying for. Plus he knew the second they walked into his mother’s house that she would be pulling out the photo album since he was pretty sure it was her dream to show someone all those embarrassing photos. “No. I would not wear a lycra shirt.” He laughed. “I’m not that impressive.” He lifted his eyes up towards the stalls, dropping his eyes back down towards her. “Alright, I guess I can spare some time to volunteer for this.” He started to walk, turning his head to look back at her. “You look damn gorgeous tonight, Simone Ortiz.”

[theodoremiles]

SIMONE ORTIZ

“I know,” She spoke confidently, lent back against the edge of the pier as her former company noted the presence of another and shifted conversation to another nearby carnival goer. Perhaps it’d been something in the way that Simone had simply, lost obvious interest when she’d first spotted Theo’s approach - it’d been a few days since she’d seen him and as always, she was rather intent on observing how he was doing rather than asking. She understood far too well the need to hide vulnerability. “Your mom told me.” Which, wasn’t true in the slightest but the joke fell easily in the blossom of her smile, “Big fan of the glasses,” as such, she reached out to prop them against his face a little better, “Remind me again, is Clark Kent allowed to drink or is he technically considered to always be on call?”

…

Theodore laughed at her words, moving to lean up against the pier next to her. “Honestly, if you ever talk to my mother I’m sure you’ll see all those pictures she took of my cute little ass growin’ up. I don’t know what her obsession was with my baby tush but she’s got a photo album dedicated to It.” He joked as he raised his hand up towards his glasses, adjusting them with a small grin coming along his features. “Yeah? We’ll have to see if it’s the best thing about my costume tonight.” If he had admitted it, the one person he felt really comfortable around the last few months was Simone especially after Kate’s death. “Clark Kent can have a drink or two,” although tonight was when the FBI finally took a stab at some of the members. His eyes lifting up to look past her, finding each Winston male, the petite blonde and a certain dark haired woman that would all end up in custody here in a few hours. His eyes dropped down to look down her, blowing out a puff of air. “Anyone tell you how god damn gorgeous you look tonight?”

[theodoremiles]

THE PIER October 30th w/ @simcneortiz​

Theo had to admit. Tonight felt like for the first time in the last few months they were finally going to have a win. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, doing his best not to touch the pair of glasses on his face even though they were slowly creeping down the bridge of his nose. He walked towards the pier where the party was happening and where there was going to be certain members from each side being plucked from the crowd by his colleagues at work. He walked through the crowd until his eyes landed on a particular lawyer who did her best to keep him from spiraling into a dark place the last few months. He closed the distance between them, glancing down to check out her outfit completely. “Sonya Blade, huh? I always had the hots for her.” He teased with a chuckle. 

[theodoremiles]

RYAN MARSHALL

“You’d be surprised how often I’ve been told I missed my natural calling as a comedic genius.“ Ryan drawled, raising his own bottle to his lips as he downed the remnants of the vessel before returning the glass to the table in the center of the room. The spark of amusement that flooded his partners features failed to escape his attention and he offered her a quick wink in response, lopsided smirk in place. “ That’s definitely the plan. Either there’s something special about her, or this isn’t just an isolated event.” He mused, in thought momentarily before green hues lifted to meet the other males. “I’ll take point. She trusts me, you throw anyone else on this and we could loose her. And no offence, but she’s one of the few that actually deserve our protection.” He added, with a careful nod before his gaze drifted to his watch noted the time. “Speaking of which, I have to head out — another meeting, about this labor day party. I’ll see you guys next week.” He said, motioning to both colleagues before heading for the door. Little did he know, that was to be the very last moment he would see Kate Montgomery alive, before she was brought to her death. 

END

[theodoremiles]

RYAN MARSHALL

“Kate sure, but the jury’s still out on whether you’re classified enough Miles..“ Ryan was quick to taunt, shooting his friend and colleague his trademark smirk. Though truth be told the subject he was set to raise was far from a joking a matter and one that would require some level of further investigation. “Your guess is as good as mine. But we all know nothing is really off the cards when it comes to these people.” Ryan commented, looking from his partner to Theodore. “Well — that’s what we need to find out. If this was an isolated event, then there’s not much we can do with it other than use it to get further information. Maybe even put pressure on her siblings. And if it turns out that kidnapping children is apart of the Bratva MO then we need to dig deeper into this.”

…

Theo chuckled lowly as his fingers brushed along the side of his jaw, his eyes glancing in the direction of Kate who was holding the back of her fingers against her mouth to keep herself from spitting out the beer she had already taken a zip of. He turned his head back towards Ryan, leaning back in seat. “Maybe you should have been a comedian, Marshall.” He told him as he brought the beer bottle to his lips, taking a long sip of it. “Well,” he adjusted himself in the seat as he nodded his head. “I think starting with Brooke is a good idea. Maybe we can figure out why her and what the hell they did with her the last sixteen years.” He kept his eyes on him. “Do you want point on this? Or I can put Julian on it.”

[theodoremiles]

ALESSANDRA CHOI

location: ever restaurant bar time: early evening status: open

It wasn’t very often that she frequented such a fancy establishment, and as she sat at the bar overlooking the city, the lights illuminated by the rainy streets below, she glanced surreptitiously to her left. Her target, Justine Wallace, was still there, lifting a forkful of Nicoise to her lips, speaking animatedly to another across from her, and Ales glanced back down to the menu in her hands. The dark haired woman had glanced at her a few times, a puzzled expression that was only growing in confusion, and she knew she had to make a quick choice. Her target’s were never hyper aware of their own safety, at least not in the jittery way Wallace was, and Ales glanced out the window under the guise of taking in the sights, using the reflection to keep her eyes on her target. A figure made their way towards the bar beside her, and a plan formulated quickly, and she turned to them to engage in a conversation.

“Hey, finally - oh,” the bright smile placed across her lips a second ago waned. “So sorry, I thought you were - uh,” she looked dejected for a moment, after a sigh, the words spoken slowly, as if it pained her to speak them. “My date but I do not think he’s coming.”

…

Theo hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. Truthfully, he wasn’t doing so well himself since the death of one of his own. He had taken the leadership role in the task force three years ago, knowing he had to protect his people and now one of them was under the ground. He was coasting through until he could find a way to forgive himself for not only what happened to Kate but because of what Marshall had to witness. He turned his head when he heard a voice, furrowing his brows at the woman’s words. “Some men suck. How about I buy you a drink?”