I Work Out (Open)

[SSA Mia Dearden]

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There was a lot that had been going on lately for the 23 year old agent. She’d been given the job as a consultant for the BAU, which was amazing. She was finishing her master’s degree, which was stressful yet exciting. Of course, there was always her mother asking if she had met a nice man, yet. The blonde rolled her eyes every time the woman asked. It wasn’t that it was an utterly annoying question. Mia knew her mother just wanted her to be happy. Mia just wasn’t overly interested in finding a partner for anything other than work at the moment.

With her blonde hair up in a ponytail, the tiny agent put her bag in a locker as she headed towards the matted part of the gym, where FBI agents typically would stretch, and some would have sparring matches. The petite woman much preferred them to stretch and do some basic gymnastic skills on. Sparring, well, it wasn’t that she wasn’t skilled at it. However, people tended to pay attention a bit more when it was a female agent who barely was barely five feet tall against one of the agents with a more muscular build.

So, she sat on a mat and stretched her legs out on either side of her, going into the splits. She pointed and flexed her feet, reaching to each side and grabbing each foot as it flexed. Standing up, she bent over backwards until her palms were placed on the floor and she was in a bridge. Pushing back and up, Mia pushed her body up and over until she was standing back on both feet. Rotating her neck, she closed her eyes, enjoying the familiarity of her work out routine.

A loud group of what sounded to be male agents broke the relaxed feeling Mia had going. Opening one eye ever so slightly, she looked to see where they were heading. Of course, it would be her luck that they would be headed her way. Not only that, but the group of the three young male agents seemed to have spotted her. This had trouble written all over it.

Before she could grab her water bottle and move on, they’d already reached her. As she spun around, there they were, grinning like cats who had caught the canary. ”Well, lookie here guys. I didn’t know they were letting interns in here now.”
Mia really didn’t want to deal with this at the moment. It was bad enough that they’d interrupted her routine, now they were trying to rile her up. As politely as she could, she tried to avoid them. But one of them had to grab ahold of her right forearm. ”Aww come on, cutie. We’re not going to hurt you.”

Training kicked in as the blonde bent her elbow so she raised her forearm a bit. Reaching out and grabbing her hand with her left hand, she pulled her arm easily out of the man’s grasp. ”I’m sorry, but I really need to get going.” Still, the men didn’t leave her alone. They were trying to back her into a corner, so the outcome of this was becoming very apparent to Mia.

If they didn’t let her through very soon, the blonde would have them looking up at her from the floor. ”Please, let me through.” Her voice got lower this time. Each word was emphasized as a warning.


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notes:
words: Umm not sure
outfit: HERE
music: Moves Like Jagger- Maroon 5
tag: OPEN
credit:

[*]rawr!itsdes of Caution 2.0
[*]Lyrics: Moves Like Jagger - Maroon 5

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[SSA Christopher Morgan]

Christopher Morgan didn't tend to frequent the gym, but he had learned that the fastest way to the parking lot was through the hall beside the facility. While the day was still rather young in terms of daylight, he'd come in early that day and had been pouring over a case-file that he was so close to closing up that he could smell it. As he moved down the hall, he reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes planning to light it up once through the door but his attention quickly turned to the door of the gym. Just as he had mentally predicted, it was a ruckus caused by a group of guys who were likely the type to show off in the gym rather than try to improve on their bodies. Such acts were seen as childish to the agent, and FBI leadership, while reminding him of high school and college when every juiced up meat-head would try to out-lift one another then go as far as challenging everyone in sight.

While Chris wasn't the most bulky man, his muscle was strong and well-maintained. While he could never match the more muscular guys in weight, his stamina often blew them away. This only gave him more fuel to state that their lifting three-hundred pounds to show off was only an overcompensation given they had no stamina. Needless to say, that didn't make Chris very many friends though it was speculated to be the truth, at least to him.

He stood at the door for a moment to watch what was going on, catching a glimpse of a single female agent alone with the men. The situation didn't look good, despite her being able to get out of the stronger man's grasp. From what the young man could tell, they were backing her into a corner and he sighed with a shake of his head, rubbing his chin and thinking aloud, "She looks like she needs help. Well, as much help as a likely fully-trained Federal agent requires. Still... numbers aren't on her side and I want to sleep tonight. Pretty, too. I don't need to focus on that, though - infatuation makes one stupid in situations like this. I'll just chalk it up as a good deed and play this smart....here we go..."

Chris walked into the gym, being met with the familiar smell of sweat though he didn't allow it to hinder him and closed the distance between himself and the group on the far side of the room. He stopped a few feet behind them, the mats having made his approach nearly silent added to their boasts. It wasn't until he spoke that the heads of the men turned, "Perhaps you should kindly leave her alone."

"Aww, come on, Creepy Morgan - we're just having some fun, is all," said one of the agents with a sneer, "What's she? Your girlfriend? Never mind... forgot that no woman would waste her time with a creepy guy like you." While their assertion would seem true, the truth was that Chris had never allowed time for relationships and it wasn't so much women avoided him. He'd never give them the satisfaction of knowing that was generally the case.

Another agent spoke up, this one more angry that someone dared step between the lion and it's prey, "You don't have to be a buzz kill. Just walk away and pretend you didn't see anything."

"I've never been one to just walk away from obvious malefactors up to no good," Chris stated plainly, "Think of me more like Christopher Reeve in Rear Window. I see everything and I can bring you down. So it's really simple: you walk away and I won't report this as a violation of FBI professionalism standards - namely sexual harassment. I hear the penalty is severe."

Apparently, the words had worked and the men backed off moving for the door, but not before one turned to point at him and threaten him. "You'll get yours, Morgan."

"No thanks. I'm not homosexual," was all Chris stated having gotten used to threats from coworkers, unsubs, and even witnesses that seemed to hate him for some strange reason. Either way, he counted himself victorious as the men left. Chris turned to the female agent rubbing his chin for a moment then speaking up again, his voice more calm than before, "You alright?"

WORDS! 734
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Mia/Open
NOTES! hello!
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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"You are not aware of the mess you have made.."

"But you are aware of the destruction you intend to cause.."

The gym the place where she was able to let out all anger and frustration she knew better than to take her anger home with her. She had a daughter to think about, No she didn't always need to be in control but she could at least try to maintain her temperament. Keep a cool head to set a good example she didn't want Leila getting the wrong ideas and she would not be the one to put it in her head that throwing things and yelling and screaming was okay. There were healthier ways to deal with anger much healthier ways..like the gym. She bounded to the nearest punching bag, she set her bag on the bench and sat to wrap her hands, she wrapped them in the white tape she clenched her fits a couple of times to make sure it was comfortable. When she was all ready to go she started going at the bag her dark curls were tied up in a long spirally ponytail, she had a tank on and yoga pants, light and comfortable. She was in her own little world when she heard the commotion break out, men could be such creeps! She wanted to go over there and kick their ass's to show em what for but someone else had already stepped in. She turned a glared at the three. It was funny she knew two of the harassers, one she was responsible for another on the team beside her own. "Hey! Shepard! Fulton! You both have better things to be doing than harassing an intern, and Shepard you know better do you want me to put this as sexual harassment in your file? If not I suggest you leave, you both have a case report due in about three hours no?" her middle eastern accent just added to the sound of anger in her voice, she wasn't doing the girl any favors she just hated piggish men. Okay well maybe she felt bad for the girl, she remembered feeling helpless like that she promised herself never again though. She needed to spar but her normal partner wasn't here today, she rolled her neck and rolled her shoulders back, before stretching her arms above her head to get the kinks out of her neck when she heard a light pop she sighed in content. She had needed that, a lot of men were intimidated by her but she was thankful for the ones that hadn't let her skill get in the way of a possible friendship, John Clark happened to be one of those people, it had been a while since they had last spoken, a few months or so, and Lelia often liked his visits and his stories. She smiled to herself, she had heard that Ziva David had taken up consulting for the Bureau..it was nice to have another woman that knew what Muna was and had gone through. She had never spoken with Miss David but one of these days she'd find an excuse too.

Muna's thoughts had been interrupted, she didn't realize she was standing on the edge of the mats she glanced over at the intern girl and that young man before her eyes caught the man who must have slipped in while all of the yelling was going on. "You needa sparing partner sweet'art?" she smirked he didn't even know, that was the best way, lay them out on their asses for public humiliation. "If you think you can keep up handsome" flirting was apart of intimidation, if a woman came on to strong it becomes intimidation. Clearly he wasn't intimidated, good. Joey Moloni, Senior Agent, born and raised in the Bronx, anger management problem, Lady's man, damn good agent. Yes she had read up on him she was quite impressed by his resume. "Shall we?" she heard the man say she nodded. "I hope you know what you are getting." she laughed softly. Krav Maga was something she was highly skilled at and it usually through a lot of attackers off. Everything seemed to happen to fast, way to fast she remembered connecting a few times..before she blacked out. What happened she took the man's hand and her confusion was expressed on her face. "You a'right? You blacked out..ya'know you's not s'pose to spar on an empty stomach, or work out.." she scowled well she was pretty sure it was more than just not eating, she needed to see her shrink..she would call and make an appointment. She got her water bottle and sat on the bench taking long sips and just trying to collect herself. "I am okay." she expressed in an emotionless tone, she had choked that's what had happened. She definitely needed to see her shrink this was about her past, she had been getting her headaches again..she just needed a minute. "give me five and we can go again yes? I am okay really." the disbelief on the man's face made her want to punch him..she was fine dammit.