WHO: Kate Beckett and Lucifer Morningstar WHEN: 224603.26; evening WHERE: Gym SUMMARY: Beckett promised to tell Lucifer about her husband. WARNINGS: None at the moment.
The slap of leather against leather was soothing to her, the force of the punches Kate gave to the bag in front of her vibrating up her arms. She had started kickboxing when she joined the NYPD, as much a way to build her core strength and improve her skill at sparring as a genuine interest in the sport. But she had quickly found that it helped focus her, pushed away some of the rage and aggression that had become so much a part of her after her mother's death.
It didn't hurt that it also helped tone her arms and legs, making sure that the skinny jeans she loved so much still looked good on a woman in her late thirties that was distinctly aware of how quickly her fortieth birthday would arrive.
With another hard hit to the bag with her left hand, Kate lifted her knee to land another blow and spun to the other side of the bag, kicking out with her leg to strike at its center point. Four quick blows later she ended her routine with one final right hook.
"Are you stalking me now or what?" she asked, lifting one of the gloves to her mouth and ripping the binding back with her teeth to loosen the strap across her wrist as she turned to face Lucifer.