[center][b]Five days ago.....[/b][/center] “Sixty-eight. Sixty-nine. Seventy!” There was a chorus of various whoops and hollers, though one voice was easily heard above the others. “What, bitches?! What now?! Decir algo! Decir algo! Usted no puede manejar esta mierda! Estoy demasiado! Estoy demasiado cojo mucho por ti!” A young woman with a willowy, athletic figure lowered herself from one of the doorways in the gym, sweat glistening from her taut muscles as she flashed a grin and flexed, kissing her biceps while others mock-bowed to her epincess. Lieutenant Talamantez gave up her flexing and wrapped her arms around the group of men and women that she was proud to call part of her family. They were a rowdy bunch but she loved them to bits and pieces. “I'll see you bitches later – Pops texted me earlier. Said it was important.” The woman made her way away from her companions and headed to the showers so she didn't go into work smelling like sweat and Big Rick's man musk. Big Rick was small, but he was surprisingly tough and she found that out through being placed in a headlock, having the back of her neck rubbing against his hairy and sweaty pits earlier when she called him Munchkin. But she didn't hold it against him and had gotten him back with a nut tag. She had to take a moment after getting dressed to get her mind straight, not wanting to show up to work with a goofy smile on her face. In her past experience, that had lead her Captains to having a bad first impression of her. Her face was one of serenity with a serious gleam as she made her way out, bidding everyone a farewell. She checked her phone again, lifting a brow when she saw the address that O'Bannion had sent her. Shrugging, she slid on her helmet and was soon zipping through the streets of Boston on her Ninja. It didn't take her long to get to the building, removing her helmet and replacing it with her cover. She headed indoors, looking around the first floor before spotting the Major. She removed her cover and offered a light smile and lazy salute. “You know, this really feels like a situation where you're about to reveal that you're actually a crooked cop and you want me on your team because, let's face it, I'm amazing.” The Major only rolled his eyes and offered a light smirk in return, moving a hand from behind his back to reveal a thick envelope. “That only strengthens my theory,” she remarked. “We've worked together for what... Five years now, BB?” “It's been a good five years... And nothing you're doing or saying is making my theory go away.” “You've heard about the Major Crimes Unit.” It was more of a statement than a question but Armonía answered with a nod. “Yeah – Who hasn't?” O'Bannion gave a light nod and tossed her the envelope and motioned her to follow him. She didn't open it but instead copped a bit of a feel. It was papers inside. She wasn't an idiot and she knew now exactly what was coming. “Here's your new office, Lieutenant.” Edward stopped and motioned to a rather nice looking office. The woman didn't step inside, instead holding out the envelope. “I'm not leaving SVU. I appreciate the offer but, no thank you.” The Major pushed the brown envelope back towards her. “You're right. You're not leaving SVU. We're merging it with MCU.” O'Bannion had put up a fight since he formed MCU to merge the two units and finally got the clearance. “You gonna have me back on the streets?” “Sometimes. Interrogations, looking after the witnesses, taking care of the live victims, negotiating with the guys in the courthouse and back at the department. That's what I need from you. You're one of the best people persons we've got.” “Hm...” She took a moment to think about it before shaking the envelope. “What's in here?” “The rest of the team.” “I guess I really don't have a choice... You'll still let me work my cold case?” “Just a change of scenery and team.” “I'm in.” “I knew you would be.” The two shook hands before the Lieutenant headed into her new office, hands on her hips. This was going to be... Fun. -------------------- [center][b]Now...[/b][/center] After tightening the bun sitting low on the back of her head, she was done soon enough and headed to the locker room, strapping on her belt and taking a little time to clean and inspect her gun. It was a beautiful and classic Walther P99 that her father had given her when she was twelve years old. She loved that gun and often would reminisce about the first time her father had taken her to the shooting range with her brothers. He would have taken her when she was eight but her mother wouldn't let him. She was the last of seven children and the only girl – She wanted a girl that she could dress up and put in pageants, not one that would rather scrape her knees climbing trees and come home with a buck. Granted, Armonía still participated in pageants and was a fan of a nice cocktail dress, but she still followed her father's footsteps like her brothers did. It was the Talamantez way. She was soon out of there and into her office where she grabbed the file that O'Bannion had left for her. She flipped through it with grimacing as she inspected the crime scene photographs. None of these victims had anything in common with one another besides their cause of death, eye color, and hair color. She bit the inside of her cheek and sighed. She had lost count of the number of cases she had since she entered the Marines' Criminal Investigation Department but not once did she ever forget a case. That was just something you [i]couldn't[/i] forget. It did help though – not with sleeping – when handling other cases. One might be surprised at how many copycat murders were committed. She put her brain to work with her usual Double Chocolaty Chip Frappuccino from Starbucks in the same hand as the file, the other hand was occupied by a bagel well lathered in cream cheese. She couldn't wave very well so she instead offered a megawatt smile and lifted brows on her way to the Major's office. She gave as much of a hug as she could to those from her SVU unit before taking a seat on Edward's desk. Everyone in Boston PD knew by now that she wasn't always the most professional person. She set gave the Major a grin as she did, watching with him as everyone else filed in. Listening to him, she took a bite out of her bagel and set down the file to sip from the delicious, frozen caffeinated beverage. As his words came to an end she sat for a bit before reaching out with her leg and lightly kicking his shin. “Hey, pops. I want to head out on this one and talk to the family and friends. I'm taking Duffy with me.” She waved at the Detective that was in front of her. The man was a bit distant sometimes but he was good at his job, she couldn't deny that.