AN: Hello my loves! I've been thinking about doing this for a while now and I hope that you will still like it. I hated the way that I started the last one and I was so choppy with the writing that it was too hard to work with. I know that the basic idea of the story had so much potential and so I wanted to start over. Bella will still be the sweetie she is and Olivia will still be her awesome badass self. The basic plot is the same but I went about a lot of things in a different way. I will no longer dread updating this story and I hope that more people will enjoy it now. If you are at all upset over this change, I apologize. I highly doubt anyone will be, but I had to say that just in case. Try to pretend like this all new because some details will be slightly different. Please review (especially if you have an idea that you think would go well in the story)! Love ya'll!
Disclaimer: I do not own law and order svu
The city could be a cold, cruel place. The people were harsh and the streets were worse. No one could be trusted, no matter how nice they seemed. One wrong move and you're caught, or worse, dead. Life in the Big Apple could easily be compared to a game. Some days, rolling the dice and shaking things up lead to a win. That was not the type of day that Isabella was having.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you".
She drowned out the rest as she was practically dragged to the squad car. She had mastered walking in six inch heels during the rain, but she wasn't used to her hands being held behind her back while doing it. The young officer was putting on a bit of a show for his much older coworker, so she let him have his fun. Being in her field of expertise since she was seventeen was nothing if not impressive. The fact that she got caught wasn't all that surprising, but it was the fact that it took so long that got her. The police were everywhere in the city, but anyone could hide in the hustle and bustle.
She leaned her head against the foggy window, watching as the blurred city lights whirled by. The drive to the station was long, but she didn't mind. She had nowhere else to be anyway. The young man parked and walked around the car to get the door for her. "At least you'll be under a nice roof for once". That's the first thing that the older, greying man said to her. She knew that there was very little sincerity behind his words. The only sincere thing about cops was their love for donuts and pats on the backs. A couple of her "friends" had been here before, but they only got a slap on the wrists. It was all a huge joke. He might have made a lucky guess on her living arrangements, but she wasn't any happier here.
"Right this way ma'am". She couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had always hated pleasantries. Not a single person in that squad room saw her as a ma'am. They saw her as a whore. It confused her when she was lead right through the squad room and into a much smaller room off to the side. The room was dimly lit with dark grey-green walls. In the middle, a metal table with two matching chairs sat.
"It's been a very, very busy night and we have a lot more people to we have to get to before you. Think of this as a favor since the holding cell is too full as it is". He was about to leave, but she poked his shoulder before he reached the door. "Excuse me, but can you loosen these cuffs a bit or just cuff my right wrist to the table or something? I think I hurt my left one the other day and these are really hurting it". She batted her long lashes at him a few times, just to make herself a little more persuasive. She gave him a small smile when he pointed to the chair.
"Thank you".
Truth be told, she had always had issues with that wrist. She hurt it when she was very little and for some reason it would randomly start hurting.
"I'll be back in a little while".
Once the door was closed, she decided to take the wonderful opportunity that she had been given. She folded her arms on the table, making her own pillow to rest her head on. It would be nice to be able to get some sleep without worrying about someone else robbing her.
(An hour and a half later)
Someone was shaking her shoulder. Her eyes snapped open and her left arm was immediately in the air, ready to fight.
"Ma'am relax, I just need to ask you a few questions and make sure we have everything right". Isabella glanced over the woman in front of her. She was short, but she was broad and muscular. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her face was completely clean of makeup.
"I'm Officer Marx. Once this is done we'll go do your mugshot and prints". She didn't sound too bad yet, but no one was ever really safe.
"Please state your name".
"My friends call me Star shine. They say it's because the way my eyes twinkle". She decided to have some fun and test the waters a bit. They had enough to hold her, so she had nothing to lose.
"Your legal name will do".
"Isabella Miller".
"Any previous convictions?"
"Nope".
"Place of employment"
"Nice try". She smirked a bit when the officer sighed.
"Address"
"Not applicable".
"Alright, let's do this".
The rest of the squad room was chilly despite the number of people moving about. Each desk had an officer behind it and a perp cuffed on the side. The holding cell was packed so tight that some people were forced to stand towards the center just so they'd have six inches of personal space. The mugshots only took a minute. She tried smiling for the frontal one, but Officer Marx glared at her.
Although she looked like she could single-handedly take down a bear, Officer Marx was very gentle when she grabbed Isabella's hands. They were carefully placed on an electronic pad which scanned her fingerprints and displayed them on a huge screen in front of them. She was a bit surprised when her right hand was cuffed to the leg of the desk.
"I'm just going to run these quickly and make sure you weren't lying to me about your record".
Isabella rolled her eyes and watched as a bunch of names and similar fingerprints flashed across the screen. "I already told you, I haven't been arrested before".
"Wait a second…that's weird".
"What?"
"It got a hit, but the names don't match. I have to run this by my captain. Come with me".
"It's not like I have much of a choice" Isabella muttered under her breath.
Patience was not a virtue that she was blessed with. Waiting for the captain in his own office for twenty minutes was almost torturous to her. It was silent and boring to look at. She wanted to go back to sleep, but Officer Marx was watching her like a hawk and that was a bit unnerving. She had even tried to start a conversation with the woman, but the furthest she had gotten was that her name was Donna. What else is there to say to someone that is trying to put you behind bars?
"I'm sorry that you had to wait so long, Marx. Tonight has just been crazy! What was so important?"
"Well you see Captain Johns, I ran her prints through the system and I had a match, but not to her".
"What do you mean?" the man asked as he got comfortable in his chair.
"The name that came was Olivia Benson".
"I've heard of her, she works at the 1-6".
"Well I've been doing a little digging and I think you should see this".
She handed him a folder. He took a look inside, understanding the issue.
"Let's just get down to business, Detective Benson, are you undercover? Is the Special Victims Unit after someone?"
Isabella looked around the room, making sure that no one else had entered. She had no clue what or who he was talking about.
"Who the hell is Detective Benson?"
Marx and Johns exchanged looks. They must have known more than they let on.
"I've heard that you really dive deep when you go UC, but we're all cops here, you can be yourself".
Isabella shook her head. Why didn't they believe her?
"I told Officer Marx earlier, my name is Isabella Miller. Hell, you can ask the arresting officers. They checked my I.D. which was in my purse before they took it".
Johns grabbed his cell phone and headed towards the door. "I'll call Don, maybe he can set this straight".
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"Nice job with that interrogation today, Liv. That guy was on the verge of tears by the time you were done with him" Elliot said as he grabbed his things out of his locker. George Wells confessed to raping his ex-wife, Mary, but only after spending three hours in the box with Olivia. He may have been smart enough to use a condom, but he was not smart enough to outlast Olivia Benson.
She threw him a smile over her shoulder as she changed back into her boots. She justified spending so much money on them by convincing herself that she'd wear them to work. However, after one day of wearing them, she realized that they were far too uncomfortable for her job. They were not made for people that were always on their feet.
"Thanks, I learned that intimidation technique from some hot-headed guy I know". He caught on to her little joke, but he chose to let it slide. She did indeed have a point and even he couldn't argue that.
"Well, I'm starving. Do you want to go grab a bite to eat?"
She checked her watch, ruining the idea of going out to eat for her. All she wanted to do was go home and relax. At the same time, she didn't want to leave him hanging. After being married with four children for almost twenty years, going home to an empty apartment had to suck. Even though he was much happier since the divorce, she still felt bad because he was alone a lot, just like her.
"How does getting take out and going back to my place for some movies sound?"
"Perfect".
The locker room door swung opening, surprising them both. Fin and Munch went home hours ago, leaving only Cragen with them. "Olivia, I need to talk to you in my office".
"What'd you do now?" Elliot teased once their captain was out of sight.
"Shut up. I'll be done in a few".
She shut the door to Cragen's office behind her, even though no one was there to overhear anything.
"What's up?"
"An old friend of mine called…he's the captain of the 2-4. Apparently, they have arrested a woman earlier today and her prints are an exact match to yours".
Olivia's brow furrowed in confusion. "That's not possible".
"Well it is, but we know how rare that is. I think you should go down there and check it out".
She nodded and left the room, bumping in to Elliot in the process.
"Sorry" she muttered, grabbing her purse and keys off her desk.
"So where are we getting food from?"
"Actually we have a quick stop to make, and then we can get food".
He groaned but followed her to the elevator anyway.
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Isabella was starting to get annoyed. Johns had his eyes practically glued on her. Sure she was used to men undressing her with their eyes, but this was different. He was looking at her like she was some mythical creature, not a sexy woman.
"Why don't you take a few more mugshots, that way it'll last longer" she finally snapped, pulling him out of his trance.
"Just wait a few more minutes, and then you'll see why I'm looking at you like that".
There was a light knock on the door. "This better be who we've been waiting for or else I'm going to scream".
She didn't mean to sound like a bitch, but she was tired and hungry. Usually she was a total sweetheart to everybody, but she wasn't exactly having a good day.
"You wanted to see me?"
Isabella felt her jaw drop. That was the only thing she was able to feel since her heart was pounding in her chest and her lungs were struggling to fill.
She heard an audible gasp from the other woman and the man standing next to her.
"What the hell?"
"Who are you?"
They asked at the same time.
Olivia felt like her head was spinning. This was the last thing she expected.
Sitting in a chair in the corner of the room was what could pass as her clone. She had the exact same face, hair color, skin color and eyes. It was like she was looking in some crazy mirror.
"Olivia, you didn't tell me that you had a twin". Elliot put his hand on her shoulder, just in case.
"That's because I didn't know".
"Are we really sure though?" Isabella asked, bringing their attention back to her.
"Our finger prints matched perfectly, that doesn't happen unless it's identical twins".
Officer Marx came over and uncuffed Isabella.
"We're dropping the charges. It looks like you two have enough to figure out as it is".