A/N I posted this story a while ago and never continued. Now I've rewritten the first chapter and I'm kind of done with the second so I've decided to continue :D I really hope you like it since it's my first SVU fanfic:) I got the idea from listening to Ballad of a politician by Regina Spector.
Also, something happened to the first chapter before so I had to repost.
Chapter One
The detectives at the 1-6 precinct were just finishing up a four days long case where the campaign manager for the up coming senator, Tom Wilkins, had been attacked. They had finally gotten the perp to confess and now all that was left was the paperwork to close the case.
"I still don't see why we have to go," Amanda muttered from her desk as she worked on the last piece of paper.
They had all been invited to the Senator's party tonight since they'd caught the person who hurt his friend, as he put it. Not everyone was looking forward to it though and would rather go home to get a long night's sleep.
"He wants to show his gratitude," Olivia explained to her, her eyes finding the blonde. "I think you can sacrifice one night. You don't even have to stay the entire evening, just show your face."
Amanda sighed loudly, putting away her file and standing up. She hadn't liked the Senator when she questioned him. There was something unpleasant in his eyes; they were piercing blue and could probably get any woman to swoon over him, but not her. He was acting too nice and like he was untouchable. So she didn't really look forward to socialize with people who thought they were better than her.
"Come on, Rollins," Nick said and turned around in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "You've never said no to a party."
Amanda shot him a death glare and Nick held up his hands in defense, chuckling slightly. He might've been right, but this was probably a lot more formal than she liked.
"I'm just not very excited about hanging out with a bunch of rich snobs," she told them as she put on her coat, moving a hand through her hair to get it out of the piece of clothing.
"Just stick with me and I promise you'll have fun," Nick said and Amanda couldn't help but to smile at him.
It wasn't unknown to the other detectives that they were seeing each other outside of the office, but they were all pretending like they were clueless so that Dodds wouldn't find out, and as long as it didn't affect work Olivia was fine with it.
"Alright, just don't leave me alone with those guys," she scrunched her nose and then smiled, glancing at Liv who was standing with her arms crossed, watching them.
Fin was the last one to be done with his paperwork and as soon as he was they could leave the precinct to get ready for the evening. They had decided to meet there, but Amanda was happy that Nick wanted them to go together. They lived somewhat close and could easily share a cab.
Amanda threw her keys on the table by the door as she entered her apartment. She was really tempted to just get dressed in her comfy clothes and put on a good movie instead, but Nick would be there in an hour to pick her up and he wouldn't give in that easily. So after giving Frannie a quick walk and filling her bowl with some food, she hurried to take a quick shower. There wasn't a lot of time left so she couldn't take her usual long shower. Only seven minutes later she stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried herself. Since she didn't want to look like a wet rat she used the blowdryer on her hair and when it was dry enough she used the curler to finish it off. Maybe she shouldn't spend that much time on looking good, but there were people who outranked her there so the least she could do was to look presentable.
There were only two dresses in her closet that would fit tonight's occasion. One was a black knee length dress that didn't hug her body too much and her breasts weren't too out there. The other one was a dark red strapless dress that almost touched the floor and hugged her curves a little more. For this evening she decided to go with black since it was more discrete and wouldn't give her any attention, except from Nick of course.
Her make up was kept light, only using some concealer for the bags under her eyes and she was just about to apply some mascara to her lashes when the doorbell rang. A smile spread on her lips as she went to open it to let Nick in.
"Wow, you clean up nice," he winked at her and let his eyes travel the length of her body.
"Are you saying I don't look nice any other time?" She drawled and cocked an eyebrow at him before turning back to the mirror to finish what she'd started.
"Of course not," he chuckled and went to stand behind her, his arms going around her body. "What I was trying to say was that you're beautiful." He placed a soft kiss below her ear which caused her to shiver.
The blonde put the mascara down on the table and turned around in his arms, placing her lips on his. "Are you sure you don't wanna skip the party?" She asked, digging her teeth into her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Nice try, babe, but we're going," he said and pulled away. "But if you play nice tonight I will spend the night here."
Amanda pouted, but felt a bit better to have some company tonight. Since she started seeing Nick she'd realize that she didn't like sleeping alone.
"Deal," she whispered and grabbed her purse and keys, pushing him out the door and locking behind them.
Nick was wearing a classy, black tuxedo that worked very well with her dress. They had to admit that they did look good together.
A cab was already waiting for them when they got outside and Nick opened the door like a true gentleman, before getting in next to her. The driver was given the address and the couple leaned back in their seats. Amanda moved a hand through her blonde hair, arranging the curls over her shoulder.
"We don't have to stay for more than two hours, right?"
He looked at her in amusement and shook his head. "You really don't wanna go to this, huh?" He asked, stroking her side.
Shaking her head, a deep frown settled between her eyebrows. "Let's say I don't really like the senator. He's so full of himself," she told him and looked at Nick again. "But maybe it'll be a little pleasant with you around."
"That's probably how a lot of people become when they have too much money," he said, agreeing with her opinion.
Her hand found his and she intertwined their fingers, giving his hand a light squeeze. She turned her head to look out through the window and watched as the city passed them by. The sun was down, but the city was alive with all the lights from the streets and the buildings. They were almost there and for some reason she felt a little nervous which was pretty rare for her. Or perhaps it was a feeling of unease.
The vehicle came to a stop way too soon and she was dreading getting out of the car. Nick payed the driver and stepped outside first, forcing her to do the same. Olivia and Fin were already there when they arrived, both looking very different from what they normally looked like. They were all trying to fit in, but there was no way they would've been able to afford the same beautiful gowns all the other women were wearing, not with the law enforcement salary. The other women's dresses sparkled and wore jewelry worth a fortune. No matter how much they pretended like they belonged there everyone could probably see through it.
"Detectives," a voice behind them said, making them turn. The senator walked up to them and greeted the men with a handshake and the women with a kiss to their hands. Like before a chill travelled down Amanda's spine when she met his eyes and when his lips stayed on her knuckles too long she was forced to break the contact first. "May I offer you some champagne? We need to celebrate that you caught the son of a bitch."
Amanda had decided to stay away from alcohol tonight, but one glass of champagne definitely wouldn't hurt right now. A waitress came over, holding a tray with glasses and the senator handed out the three that remained on the black surface. The blonde detective was the only one empty handed.
"Hold on, Detective Rollins, I'll fetch you another glass," he said and she smiled stiffly. When she started to protest he held up a hand to silence her. "You'll need it for the toast."
She nodded in defeat and glanced at her colleagues as the older man walked over to the bar.
"I could've skipped it," she muttered dryly, hating to be the center of attention in their group right now. She didn't want any of that special treatment, especially not from Tom Wilkins.
Fin chuckled slightly at Amanda's comment before turning his attention to the man at the bar. "I just hope that toast isn't for us," Fin frowned. "We don't need everyone to look at us more than they already do."
The detectives laughed at that, knowing that he was right. Plus, there was something strange about getting this much resignation for their work. They did this on a daily basis and most of the time didn't get more than a thank you, if even that.
"Here you are," that voice interrupted them again and handed one of his glasses to Amanda. She was just to say her thank you when the senator demanded everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really glad so many of you could come tonight. I want to give a special welcome to the New York's finest," he paused as he gestured to the detectives. "They recently helped bringing justice for someone I hold very dear and for that I am really grateful. They work hard to put the criminals on the street away and I want to dedicate this toast to them, to the amazing job they're doing." He raised his glass and everyone followed his movements. "To the SVU," he said and the guests repeated it before taking a sip.
The four detectives exchanged glances, feeling a bit hot under everyone's eyes, but still they took a sip along with them. Music soon started playing somewhere and couples got up to dance. Nick and Amanda contemplated hitting the dance floor too, but they settled for the snack table instead, leaving Fin and Olivia to talk to some rich dude with a lot of questions about cops. They were glad to get out of there and to finally get something to eat, probably the best thing at that party. No one else was interested in eating though, it seemed like, or maybe they had already grabbed a bite before.
"We probably look like we can't afford food," Amanda joked and took another sip from her champagne.
"I say the food's here for a reason," Nick shrugged and took a bite of the sandwich he had grabbed.
"You're absolutely right." She smiled and popped a strawberry into her mouth, closing her eyes in appreciation for the sweet berry. "That definitely qualifies as a mouth orgasm," she said, making Nick chuckle.
"I'm glad you're enjoying my food, Detective Rollins," the senator said beside her, startling both her and Nick.
They hadn't expected anyone else to be there since everyone seemed more interested in dancing. The blonde turned to face him and once again shot him a fake smile.
"It just seemed like such a waste to let all this food go untouched," she explained and dug her teeth into her bottom lip momentarily, her eyes flickering to Nick who looked at her in amusement.
The senator laughed and nodded in agreement. "Just my kind of woman," he said and to him Nick wasn't even there. "Would you like to dance, Detective Rollins?"
Amanda tried hard not to let her eyes widen and looked at Nick for an out. The male detective just shrugged his shoulders and smirked at her, finding this whole ordeal funny, especially if he got to watch her dance. It was obvious that the senator had taken some kind of liking to his girlfriend, but he wasn't worried because he knew Amanda could hold her own. Her was happy to tease her for now though.
"I'm really not a dancer," she tried to argue, hating how weak she sounded.
"Nonsense," he said with his usual million dollar smile. "All you have to do is follow my lead."
"Mr Wilkins, with all due respect..." For the second time that evening he held up a hand to silence her.
"Call me Tom," he said and then chuckled. "And I won't take no for an answer."
The younger woman sighed and grabbed her champagne, downing it quickly. "I'll need all the help I can get," she whispered to Nick before letting Tom lead her out on the crowded dance floor, which made her even more nervous. It was one thing to step on Tom's feet, but a whole other thing to step on someone else's.
As Amanda disappeared among the crowd of people in the middle of the room, Nick returned to Liv and Fin with a plate of snacks.
"Did you lose Amanda?" Fin asked in amusement.
"That senator guy wanted to dance," he said and nodded back to where Tom Wilkins was leading Amanda, who looked like this was rather painful. "And I'm enjoying watching her dance."
The older detectives laughed and glanced at Amanda before focusing on the food again. They were also very hungry after a long day at work.
Nick was watching her from time to time until she got lost behind all those people. He knew he had promised to be by her side all the time and she probably wanted to be saved right now, but the senator's interest in his girl was harmless. The older man would soon get tired of fighting for her affection move on to another woman. So Nick wasn't really nervous when he couldn't see her anymore.
Amanda wasn't sure when her body started to feel heavy and she suddenly got very tired, like she was in desperate need of a bed. The champagne must have been a lot stronger than she thought; or maybe it was the fact that she drank it too quickly.
"Are you alright, Detective?" the man holding her asked, looking at her worriedly.
"I... I don't feel very well," she whispered, closing her eyes momentarily. "I think I need to go home."
She started to move away from him, but he brought her back against his body, sending a warning signal in her head.
"Why don't we find some place to lie down instead?" He whispered in her ear, making her shiver and she swallowed hard. This wasn't good at all. The logical part of her knew that one glass of champagne wouldn't make her this weak, especially not since she was used to drinking a lot more. No, something was seriously wrong and the senator had something to do with it. She tried to let out a sound or meet Nick's eyes, but he wasn't anywhere near her. Unbeknownst to her, they were already leaving that room and going up the stairs. Amanda was getting weaker and trying to scream or struggle was useless. She hated that feeling of helplessness so she was determined to keep trying.
"Calm down, Amanda," he whispered and kissed her temple, which made bile rise in her throat. "I will take care of you and make you feel good."
"No," it came out as a weak protest, but her mind was screaming at him to get the fuck away from her. Even if she was drugged she wasn't stupid... or not that stupid. She knew what would happen once he found a bed and getting out of it was slim to none. Where was Nick? He had promised to be there with her. Where were her colleagues? Why didn't they come to the rescue?
She was put down on a softer surface and tried to get up again as soon as her back hit the mattress, but an unknown force kept her down.
"Please," she whispered, closing her eyes hard in hopes of seeing him better when she opened them again. She didn't understand where Nick had gone, surely he wouldn't have left her alone with this guy? Or had she done something to make him leave? Her memory seemed to be clouded, probably due to the drugs.
"I'll take care of my Amanda," he said in a quiet voice and started removing his tie.
There was no way he could go through with this without anyone realizing she was gone. They were all detectives and her colleagues would definitely come looking for her. Anytime now they would barge through that door. It was just a matter of time.
"You don't have to do this," she tried again. She'd had a lot of training with hostage negotiation. Granted, she wasn't exactly a hostage but she needed to talk some sense into this man, no matter how much she just wanted to sleep. "My friends... they'll come looking for me. If you let me go now I won't tell anyone."
"Oh, Amanda, I can't let you go down like this. You drank too much and I don't want you to get hurt."
By the time he was done saying that he had managed to take off both his shirt and pants, leaving him only in boxers. She started to lift herself up again, trying to get away from the inevitable, but he pushed her down and only held her up to pull down her zipper and dress.
He hummed in appreciation at the sight of her pale breasts that were now exposed. "You look beautiful, Amanda," he ran a hand down her body, to just below her belly, making her whimper. "And you're all mine."
The bed shifted and when he forcefully entered her without a warning, she wanted to scream, but it just came out as a loud whimper or moan, she really wasn't sure. It hurt more than anything she'd felt ever before. He started moving inside her and she turned away so she didn't have to look at him when he violated her.
"You feel so good, baby," he panted and turned her head to look at him, planting a kiss on her mouth. Her moment of shock allowed his tongue to enter her mouth and she didn't think twice before she bit down, just to feel that she had some control. To be able to say that she hadn't just given up.
"Fuck," he groaned and pulled back from her face, looking down at her with dark eyes. "You fucking bit me." A hand struck against her face and the other one squeezed around her throat as he leaned forward. "It's alright, Amanda. I'll forgive you."
The hand around her throat didn't leave her though and he kept moving fast and hard inside her. She tried to claw on his hand, to get some air, but he was squeezing so hard and she was sure this was it for her. When the darkness took over she decided to welcome it.
She didn't know what had made her wake up from the haze, but her mind and eyesight were much clearer now. Her memory of what happened before she passed out wasn't that clear though and she had a nasty headache. Letting out a moan she finally managed to sit up and look at her surroundings. Her throat and body hurt like hell and she knew she would have a bruise or two.
"You're awake," a voice made her jump out of her skin. Her head turned and looked at him, eyes wide and mouth open as if to say something, but she couldn't get out a sound. "You should get dressed. You've been gone for an hour so your colleagues must be worried. I really didn't mean for you to pass out, you couldn't enjoy it as much as I did." He said casually, smirking, as he put his clothes on. "I'll see you downstairs."
With those words he left and she tried to hold back her tears. If she let go now she wouldn't be able to go downstairs and she knew that she needed to get out of there.
On shaky legs she finally stood up and looked around for her dress that lay scattered on the floor, luckily in one piece. Her panties were gone though and she was positive Tom had taken them with him so that she would be forced to go without any.
She checked herself in the mirror to wash away her smudged make up and fix her hair. Could she really face her team after this? Maybe she should sneak out through a backdoor. The drugs was at least wearing off which told her that he hadn't put much in her champagne, just enough to weaken her. That coward.
After fixing her dress, hair and make up, she left the room and slowly walked through the halls and down the stairs. Her brain was still searching for an excuse as to why she had gone MIA for an hour, but she couldn't come up with anything believable.
"Amanda," a voice interrupted her thoughts as she was entering the ballroom again. She turned to her colleagues and friends, knowing she would have to talk to them before leaving. "Did you enjoy the tour?" It was Fin who was asking and Amanda must have looked like a deer caught in headlights before realizing that that's what they had been told.
"Oh, uhm, yes..." she nodded and moved a shaky hand through her hair. "It's really a nice building."
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the younger blonde with concern. "Are you alright, Amanda?"
She nodded quickly, realizing she wasn't doing a very good job of pretending nothing had happened. "Yes of course... but I think I had a little too much to drink. I feel kind of nauseous." It wasn't a complete lie and they seemed to buy it.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Nick wondered since they already had plans to stay the night together.
"No, it's okay Nick. I'll just grab my own cab and I'll see y'all tomorrow," she smiled stiffly, shooting a quick glance at Tom as he winked at her. If she wasn't nauseous before, she was sure she was going to throw up now.
Without another word she turned around and walked quickly out of there, but just like she had expected Nick followed her.
"Did something happen, Amanda?" He wondered as the evening air hit them, causing her to wrap her arms around her own body.
"Go inside again. I'll be fine," she said, quietly, afraid he'd hear her voice shake.
"Come on, you know you can talk to me," he kept going and she put her hand up to call a cab over.
"Nick, I'm tired and frankly, kind of embarrassed that I drank this much and that all those people got to see me dance." She tried to look him straight in the eyes, just so he wouldn't worry. "I'll see you tomorrow," she sighed and got into the vehicle, leaving a very confused Nick as the cab drove away.