Disclaimer: I don't own SVU or any of the people or characters associated with it! I want to but it not an option at the present time because Dick Wolf and NBC still own it all!
A/N: 1 month and 15 days until the start of the 9th Season of SVU on NBC!
Polar Attraction
It is no secret that Detective Olivia Benson does not like Defense Attorney Trevor Langan. It is also no secret that he doesn't like her either. A mutual hate for polar opposite reasons. Olivia Benson wants to put the bad guys in jail for as long as she possibly can. Trevor Langan wants to keep his clients out of jail for as long as humanly possible.
In this case Detectives Benson and Stabler are trying to put a child molester and possible murderer behind bars. Defense Attorney Langan won't hear any of it. He feels that the prosecution has insufficient evidence and won't be able to do anything farther to his client. What Detectives Benson and Stabler know and the defense doesn't is that they found the body of the young boy just hours earlier and the man's semen was all over him.
"You have nothing! You can prove nothing!" Trevor shouted in Elliot's face.
"One of my collogues just informed me a sort time ago that they have recovered the body of the boy and your client left everything out in the open," Elliot sneered at the bruiting attorney who was clearly taller than him and possibly stronger.
Trevor looked deep into Elliot's blue eyes and scowled down at him. "Where's your ADA. My client wants to make an deal."
Elliot laughed. "You think she can get your client a cushy deal? When the DA hears about how your client violently raped and beat a small child. An eight-year-old little boy! He will call for an immediate life without parole sentence."
Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak walked in just then. "Thank you Detective but I can speak for myself. Even though you are correct. There is no possible way you can get your client out of this one Trevor. He's screwed."
Olivia walked over to Trevor just to get the last word in. "I think your client should just confess and give his statement now. Don't you?" She smiled up at Trevor coldly.
Finally after some discussion between Trevor and his client the man finally signed the confession. The uniformed police took the man out of the interrogation room handcuffed and Trevor walked out a short time later.
"That was easy," Olivia laughed as she and Elliot walked out.
"Yeah well now comes the part where we have to tell the parents and get word from Melinda about the body's condition," her sighed.
"Great," she moaned.
Elliot went back to the squad room to pack up some paperwork and Olivia decided to take a walk.
Trevor looked up at the door as she walked out towards him. "You won. Now what do you want?"
Olivia shook her head as she came down steps to meet him. "You seemed thrilled about this case from the beginning," she pointed out coldly.
Trevor lowered his head and fixed his coat collar. "Yeah well, you win some you lose some and I pretty much knew that this was a lost on my part."
Olivia chuckled to herself. "Then why did you try so hard?"
"To get my mind off things. I usually tried my damnedest to get my clients out of the shit holes they put themselves in but this time I guess I was a little more distracted than usual," he admitted to her dryly.
"What's wrong?" She asked, trying to sound a little sympathetic towards the big man who looked as if her were about to cry.
"You wouldn't want to hear about my stupid hell of a life," he pronounced as he waved her off and began to walk.
She chased after him. "Do want to go for a drink?" She smiled.
He sighed loudly. "Sure."
They got to Meloni's and took seats at the bar.
"Detective, Counselor, fancy seeing the two of you here, together anyway," the jolly bartender laughed.
Trevor and Olivia both tried to smile at the man's joke but it wasn't working totally for either of them.
"What'll it be kids?" The bartender asked cheerfully.
"Scotch on the rocks for me. What do you want Detective?" Trevor ordered and then offered.
Olivia smiled. "I'll have the same."
Trevor looked up at the bartender and nodded.
Olivia looked puzzled towards Trevor as he took out his billfold and threw a twenty down on the counter. "Thank you," she said smiling shyly.
Trevor laughed. "You won the case so I thought I buy you a congratulatory round. You buy the sympathetic round next," he teased.
She punched him in the arm. "Thanks councilor," she said laughing.
They both started to laugh.
"You can call me Trevor," he said before taking a sip of his drink.
She laughed. "And you can call me Olivia."
"All right then Olivia. Would you care to dance?" He said getting up off of his stool and putting out a hand.
She gave him a smile and thought about it for a moment. "Sure," she said getting up and taking his hand.
They glided around the dance floor as if there was no one else in the room.
Casey and Chester walked into the bar and sat down.
Chester laughed and pointed towards Olivia and Trevor. "Look," he whispered to Casey.
Casey laughed and shook her head. "She is nuts."
Chester sighed and then turned back to the bartender. Then Casey did the same.
"So what is so about your miserable about your life that you don't want to share?" Olivia mocked up at Trevor.
"Everything," he huffed. "My job is going to the pits, my family has come crashing down around me since I'm the lawyer in the family, and my girlfriend of two years left me without warning of any kind," he sighed. " I'm sorry. I'm going on and on about my miserable life when I am here, with you, dancing. I should be showing you a good time but instead I am mistaking you for my therapist."
Olivia laughed. She couldn't help it. The man was a complete wreck and he was the one apologizing for everything. "No, no, it's fine. Believe me when I say I have more problems in my life than I can really count. I hate my job because it is ruining my social life. I hate my family because of how everything turning out the way it has, my mother being a drunk, my father raping my mother and knowing about me but never coming forward, my brother who was framed for being a rapist and it turning out that he was framed is always on me for money or something else," Olivia began to cry.
"Shhh, don't cry Olivia. It will all be ok," he said pulling her close to him.
She wiped her eyes and smiled up at him. "Now I'm sorry," she sniffed.
He laughed as he held her tight. "It's ok. We're even now."
"You have another thing on me though," she admitted to him softly.
"What's that?" He asked curiously.
"I have had a real date even in at least two years," she choked out.
He laughed and spun her around. "Well can we call this a date then?"
Olivia laughed at his question. A date with him? Her enemy? Who would have thought? "Yeah sure," she said smiling softly.
They finished dancing and started to walk out.
"See you guys tomorrow," Olivia said waving to Casey and Chester.
Casey shook her head. "How much did they have to drink?" She asked the bartender coldly.
He laughed at her comment. "These drinks were theirs and they didn't even finish them."
Chester laughed and shook his head in amusement. He shrugged his shoulders as Casey gave him a mad look. "What?" He said continuing to laugh.