Imagine This.

Female Boxer

You

You punch the speed bag with both fists in fast motion with sweat dripping down your chest. You match the speed of the bag and punch one last time. You grab your towel and dab your face and wipe the sweat off your neck, arms and forehead.

"Ms? Excuse me" you roll your eyes and turn around, facing a Carmel man in a suit with curly hair. "What? I have a boxing match in twenty minutes. You take a swig of your water and set it down as your coach runs up to you.

"Alright twenty minutes, do everything you were taught. You got drive and you got pain so use that, don't wait for the first hit. What are you gonna do when you enter that ring?" You nod and breathe heavily

"Straight shot" you tap his gloves and he smiles "yes,and what are we saving for last?" You shake out your feet and drink more water "The haymaker" he nods "Yes Y/N! Now make sure you have full energy on that one,I've seen you do it before and it's amazing. Show off your skill in the ring" "ok coach" he taps your gloves one last time and he jogs over to the ring and you walk into your little space to prepare yourself.

"Okay,you can do this Y/N. Get your frustration out and make your father proud. That's all you gotta do" you give yourself a pep talk in the mirror and you take a seat to give your feet a rest.

"Ms I'm here to investigate a case can I--" "No! I'm about to get in that ring and I can not get distracted. Now can you please leave?.." He sighs "I'll wait after the ring" he shuts the door and you huff. "I can never be left alone" You hear the crowd going wild and the seats filling up. When you look at your father in the crowd you want a huge smile on his face,and that's what you're going to do.