A/N: This idea just popped into my head last night and at first it was just going to be a one-shot, but as I wrote it I wanted to turn it into a story. Review and let me know what you think as well as any suggestions for it! I'm not sure where I wanna take this yet!
She stood there in her 6 inch platform stilettos, leather mini skirt, and a tight black strapless corset; her lips red, her eyes Smokey and dark. Her hair was up in a slight tease. No one in the room could deny the sex she oozed from every inch of skin exposed. She held a glass of vodka in her thin hand, complete with a fresh manicure.
She got the target in her sight and began to slowly make her way through the crowd. She allowed the men to rub against her as she took her time walking over.
"Damn, baby." A man with slicked back hair said in her ear as his hand went up the short skirt. She did nothing and continued to walk past.
What the hell is she doing here, dressed like that? He thought to himself. He kept his distance and followed her through the crowd.
His anger grew every time a hand was laid on her. He didn't know whether the anger was at her or at the men touching her.
She was almost to the barstool he was occupying when he turned around and saw her coming. He smiled and watched her hips sway side to side as she approaches him.
He licked his lips and she smiled having a seductive look settled into her eyes. "Hey, sugar. Need some company?" she winked at him.
"I could always use a bit of company. God, you look so hot. Where did you get this thing?" he lightly ran his hands along her hour glass figure.
He didn't know how long he was going to be able to watch this take place. He couldn't let her sell herself cheap like this. She was worth so much more than this.
He watched the man slide his hands over her body and her laugh and sip from her glass. He needed to get over to her as soon as possible. She was going to ruin herself. He hadn't been around in awhile, but that didn't mean that he didn't care about her. Why IS she doing this..? He kept repeating in his head.
"So, Rachel, what do you want to do tonight?" he asked her, stroking her collar bone.
"I don't know. I thought maybe you would have a plan." She smiled and ran her hand over his biceps. "Do you work out?"
"I could think one up. I can think of a few things I'd want to do with you." He smirked and stared at the top of her corset. "I'm glad you wore this. When I said I wanted leather, you really thought about me." He chuckled lightly.
"I wanted to please you, Randall. You were so sweet to me on our last date. I just wanted to give you what you want." Rachel smiled at him and he leaned in to kiss her sweet lips that had the slight taste of vodka on them.
That's when he lost it. He watched as his lips crashed with hers and he had his hand gripping her ass underneath the barely-there skirt. He ran the last few feet to close the distance between them and stop the kiss.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her back. "Liv, what the fuck are you doing? This is crazy!"
She pulled herself from his embrace and gave him an awful look. "Who are you?" she said as calmly as possible, looking from Randall to Elliot to make sure nothing got out of hand.
"Olivia! What the hell? What are you even doing here? I'm taking you home and calling Captain Cragen to make sure we put detail on this dirt bag!"
Olivia stood there, shocked. She turned quickly to Randall who had finally put things together, slower than normal because of his alcohol intake. He jumped up from the barstool and ran for the door. "Dammit, Elliot! I almost had him!" she pulled a small microphone from her bosom, "My cover was blown and the suspect ran for the door, and catch him before he leaves!"
The voice came from her ear piece rather softly. "We can't catch him, Liv. We have nothing to hold him on yet… You needed to get in his house. I knew this wouldn't work. I'm sorry."
She slammed her glass down on the bar and walked away from Elliot. He walked beside her and forced her to face him. "Liv…"
"No, Elliot. That was my perp. Now he is gone and he is never going to meet up with me or anyone else anytime soon. You haven't been in town for a month and what's the first thing you do? Follow me? Nice, Elliot, nice." Olivia loosened his grip on her arms and continued walking until she made it out of the door.
"Liv, I didn't follow you here. I was coming just to have a good time like anyone else. It's a public bar after all. I saw you and I didn't know why you would degrade yourself like that, I'm sorry, Liv…" He tried to make her see his side of things. He knew how much stress and danger was put on the squad when a cover was blown. Anything that would follow would be his fault.
"I need to go home and get changed." She said before turning to walk down the street.
"Liv, let me drive you home. It's late and who knows who is lurking behind a building for you." She always had a soft spot for Elliot. He could never piss her off for more than a few minutes at a time. She walked back over to him.
"Alright, drive me home." She got into the passenger seat and used his jacket to place on her lap so nothing was showing. "El?"
"Yes?"
"I'm actually not mad that you got me out of there. If I had gone home with him, there was the possibility that I would get raped before the rest of the team made it up there." She said quietly.
He smiled to himself. "You're welcome." He would always be there to protect him. While he was away, she was always on his mind. The brother-sister love everyone thought they had, was actually more like true love.
