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Olivia was quite surprised that Kevin had agreed to lend her his car — he hadn't done it readily, but he'd done it nonetheless. She told him she would try (but with no promises) to keep his car in one piece. She wasn't about to swear up and down on something that she wouldn't have total control...

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"The Geiger counters were still fully functioning? Despite being made in the '30s?" Olivia looked curious. "That was during the aftermath of the stock market crash, too; everyone was in such a destitute state then that it's rather odd that whoever made them had the money to do so — that, or...

Olivia's expression was soft when she looked at Kevin. "It just felt right to apologize, I suppose," she said, smiling vaguely. She did feel sorry; it was easy to tell that Keiko felt a strong attachment to him. It was understandable that she would show some sort of jealousy when Olivia had...

"One day you'll tell me about all your misadventures," Olivia said with a breathy laugh, smiling up at him as he patted her arm. "Because frankly I don't doubt you've had some. You seem to have gotten somewhat of a hang of it now, though," she teased. She couldn't even imagine what it was like...

Olivia had regarded Kevin with mild suspicion at his request for her to have a swimsuit under her clothes, but she obliged; she did trust him, after all. When he had said he had a homeless friend, her subconscious had assumed that he'd meant someone living on the streets in some discreet...

Olivia nearly cringed at the amount of enmity that lingered in the air as the name ‘Brady’ was said aloud; the cops weren't even trying to hide their feelings of hostility toward the son of an alleged — but not proven — dirty cop. It was disgusting, really, the way the police were acting, but...

When Olivia entered the kitchen in the morning, she paused in the doorway with a look of mild confusion etched on her face. "How did you know what I — scratch that. Nevermind. Informant. Right." She shook her head with a sigh as she walked up to Kevin. How much information on her was in that...

"Didn't mean to embarass you," Olivia repeated in a slightly mocking tone, but no matter how disapproving her stare was or how sarcastic her voice, there was definitely some hidden laughter behind her eyes that she was doing a pretty poor job of not showing. She found Kevin's feigned innocence...

Olivia looked uneasy. "That's a little foreboding, don't you think? Those type of people — like your informant, who can find out information like its a cakewalk — are the most dangerous. They're the ones stereotyped as knowing more about you than you do about yourself." As of now, Kevin's canary...

"Only several hours a week?" Olivia looked amused. She waited for Kevin to shut everything downs as her fingers subconsciously messed with some loose strands of her hair. She stepped closer to him. once again accepting his hug, and she raised a brow at the program's full name — it didn't sound...

Olivia didn't know whether to be highly concerned or strangely fascinated with what she was seeing; the civilian part of her was screaming how Kevin's apparent regenerative abilities were not normal and certainly not okay - however, as a detective, she was inclined to question him about it...

"Yes, I did see him — I told you he dented my car, remember?" Olivia's tone was almost teasing as she responded. Her hands were gathering her hair back into a ponytail as she recalled what happened, looking at Kevin as she did so. "So I already explained how we... met, if you could call it that...

After watching her car be backed into one of the garages, Olivia accepted Kevin's offer of showing her around his place — he was so enthusiastic in his proposition that she found she didn't have the heart to decline. She listened to his disclaimer of how it was unfinished and still needed work...

Olivia remained at the scene while she waited for backup to arrive. She rubbed at her temples with her fingertips, breathing in deeply as she tried to massage away a headache she could feel forming; pains tended to develop behind her eyes following stressful situations — and, of course, she had...

Whatever affair the Feds had unintentionally intervened upon, it must have been something extensive to have led to a full-blown gun fight between the gang and the officials. While Olivia couldn't take aim at those who were on the ground, she did have somewhat of a leverage on the two snipers on...

Olivia's focus was divided forty-sixty between the man that was currently shielding her from a fusillade of bullets and her movements as she slowly maneuvered herself away from her totaled car. Considering the circumstances, she couldn't afford to stop and think about the technicalities of how...

(Sounds fun.) Compared to the events of the previous day, the next went by in a rather humdrum fashion; Olivia hadn't received any calls reflecting another murder (which she supposed was a good thing) and instead spent her work hours dealing with leads on gangs and illicit weaponry. The...

Olivia closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep inhale before exhaling that same breath. She shook her head almost imperceptibly as she glanced down at the burner phone that rested in her hand; her grip on it was tight enough to turn her knuckles white. She wasn't naïve; she could infer...