I am so excited to be writing this story! I have watched SVU for as long as I can remember and I've recently fallen head over heels for Rollins. Here's the first chapter of "Rollins story". Oh and I'm treating it like season 16, amaro is still here and rollins isn't pregnant.
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I walk across the squad room in the highest heels I have ever worn. Uniforms look me up and down sending chills down my spine. I hate when men give me that look, that leering dominating look. It makes me feel dirty, disgusting even.
Deep in my thoughts I didn't realize the room had gone silent. Everyone was staring at me. Liv, who was next to me, seemed to pick up on my discomfort.
"Don't you all have anything better to do? Or would you like me to give you extra parking meters to inspect?" The strong voice from the Sargent sent uniforms scattering around the squad room.
Liv put her hand on my bare shoulder as we continued to my desk. Amaro and Finn were in the bathroom getting ready for our latest heist. Finn was going under as a bouncer, Nick and Liv would be across the street in a car.
A serial rapist with the first name of Patrick has been hitting up a club on the Upper East Side. He's been tagged by the media as the "upper east side club rapist". So far we've gotten a description but no solid identification. His type? Fit blonde girls wearing too short of a dress and too high of heels. The rapist sees it as his right of passage, it disgusts me. Just because they're wearing skimpy clothes doesn't mean they're asking for it. You don't go out clubbing in fricken jeans.
It had of course been my idea to go undercover. The thought of it sent my stomach in a twist but I would do anything to help the victims. Usually I don't mind going undercover, I sort of even like it, but right now I am second guessing everything.
A breeze from a nearby fan hit my bare shoulders and had me shaking uncontrollably. I silently curse myself for forgetting my NYPD jacket at home, and turning down Livs when she offered it. I hate being cold, but to be fair I wasn't wearing much clothing.
My bangs are pulled back into a sleek yet sexy bump. Smoky black metallic eyeshadow graces my lids paired with a dark cat eye eyeliner. My eyeshadow matches my black sparkling strapless dress. The dress is so tight I can barely breathe. The only reason I can breathe is because the back opens up entirely, stretching down to my lower back. The end of the dress barley reaches the middle of my thighs. Following the black theme, my heels are a shiny black and very high. All in all, there isn't much left to the imagination.
Liv is trying to talk to me but I'm too distracted. I hear her words but I don't register them. My heart starts pounding for no apparent reason. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. A hand on my arm startles me.
"Hey Amanda are you alright?" Livs voice is filled with concern. Her eyes are peering into mine and I suddenly realized how close her face is to mine.
I looked into her eyes and mustered up a smile "of course I am darlin'. Now stop worrying about me and worry about where Amaro and Finn are. The two beauty queens have been in the bathroom for years." My southern drawl slipped out but no one seems to notice that it only comes out when I'm worried.
The Sargent didn't look convinced but she let it go. Pushing me never helps.
I shook off her arm and turned around in time to catch Amaro and Finn heading our way. Finns' gaze never falters; he looks straight into my eyes and not at my body. It's moments like this where I realize how much I respect my partner because he respects me, even if I am a woman. Something the boys back in Georgia never did. Another shiver racks my small frame.
Nick on the other hand, takes his time letting his eyes roam up and down my body. A heat fills me that I only associate with when he looks at me. Our on again off again sexual relationship never fails to confuse me. In recent months I have grown fonder of him than I ever thought possible. I've never used the word love with anyone, but I fear I'm getting close with Nick. I could never share my feelings out loud though, there's no way he returns my affections.
He's still staring at me with those dark, piercing eyes. I bite my lip and turn away before we get too out of hand. My gaze falls to stray pencils on my desk. Is it possible that he likes me as much as I like him?
"Amanda you coming?" Everyone had moved to the elevator except for me. Finn looked at me with curious eyes.
I shake my head and make my way over to the team. With the heels on I'm almost taller than Nick. "Yeah guys sorry I'm just tired. I'm ready to do this. It isn't my first time going undercover." I stepped into the spacious elevator next to Nick.
Liv and Finn exchanged glances behind me but say nothing.
Nick slowly hooked his pinky with mine and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. Nerves were vibrating off of me and he could feel it. I felt more secure with his pinky in mine. Though the gesture was small it was the only thing keeping me sane.
The doors closed and I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Liv had said that I looked beautiful, stunning even. I don't see what she sees, I see someone incredibly mundane.
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The car ride over was silent. Finn kept casting me sideways glances. I hate when people pity me, it makes me feel weak.
"I'm fine Finn." He quickly looked back to the road.
"Amanda, no you're not. I don't know what's gotten you so out of whack with this case but trust your gut, if you don't feel comfortable about doing this then you don't have to do it."
A nervous scoff left my lips "You know I do, Finn. And like I said, I'm fine." I looked out the window "We're here."
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The club was alive with activity. Drinks were flowing, people were dancing, and lights were flashing.
It was an upscale club called "The underground". It had an elegant touch with a black and white theme. The silver dancefloor was awashed in blue undertones of light; black and white balloons littered the entire room. The bar was a beautiful black marble, as was the rest of the floor.
I walked across the room without so much as a back glance to Finn. He would be standing guard at the back door. The serial rapist had a habit of raping women in the back alleyway, romantic.
Liv's voice was talking to me through the ear piece situated perfectly in my ear. The sound of the music almost drowned it out. I can't make out what she is saying; most likely she is just asking if I am alright. Which I am.
"Amanda aredff youdfdfu still thergdfge? He's comajsdsdj yourjasfjd wayjdskdjf." This time it was Finns voice. The reception is awful in this club; I can barely make out what he's saying, but I can make it out enough to know that he is coming towards me.
I think about turning back and walking out, but I know I have a job to do and that I'm probably just being silly.
I can feel eyes on me. Instead of looking around and alerting the rapist that I know he is watching me, I keep walking forward to the bar. I need a drink. I force a ditzy smile on my face and keep walking.
People knocked into me left and right. A man grabs my hand to dance and I instinctively go to smack it when the grip tightens. It forces me to look up at the man, and when I do I freeze for a split second.
It's him, I know it is. His features match the description perfectly: dark hair and eyes, petit nose, and attractive.
His eyes are slits and they peer into mine with an animal like expression. He is smiling. The look he is giving me makes me want to crawl in a hole and never come out. "Dance with me darling."
I smile and nod even though it's not a question. He yanks me onto the dancefloor and starts dancing. It takes every ounce of my energy to not run out of there. To punch him in his face and run. But I know I can't.
He is well dressed and quite the looker. I can understand why people fall for his phony charm, luckily I can see past it. Every other girl agrees to dance with him whole heartedly; I can tell he isn't pleased that I have the showed the slightest amount of resistance.
The uneasy feeling returns and I know I'm in for a lot more than I originally thought.
Lady gaga blares from the DJ's speakers as I start to dance a respective distance away from him.
From the ages of 3-21 I was a dancer. It was the one thing I could do to feel sane. To escape whatever problem I was having I would go to my studio and dance. I find I miss it very much. I knew that I didn't want to do it professionally, so eventually I had to stop and move on.
Usually when I'm dancing I feel carefree, but even the familiar swaying movements don't calm me down.
He shoots his hands out to grip my hips and I resist the urge to pull away. I avoid eye contact like my life depends on it. Slowly he pulls me forward until we're stomach to stomach. There is nowhere to look so I look straight ahead and into his eyes. He kisses me and I offer no resistance.
My mind is screaming, but I can't do anything about it. Backing away from the kiss and him might ruin the chances of the squad catching him in the act with me, but there is no way I am actually going to kiss him back.
I stand there while he kisses me, a living rag doll. His hands are in my hair and then on my butt, and finally they rest on my hips again.
"Why are you so shy my love? You're beautiful and you're mine." His voice was seductive, yet stern. He whipped me around and backed my butt into his front side. With his hands on my hips he rocked me into him and locked my arms around his waist and started to dance.
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Panicked when Rollins wasn't answering, Finn circled back to the front of the club and spotted her in a heartbeat. His stomach rolled. He had forced her arms around him and gripped her hips with his hands. When she looked sideways she had a few stray tears rolling down her face that she wasn't able to blink away.
Anger coursed through his veins. He brought his cuff to his hand and began to speak. "Liv I don't know how much more Rollins can take of this." He waited for her response.
"Why? What's wrong? Is she okay?" Liv and Amaro sat forward in their seats. Amaro gripped the seat until his knuckles turned white.
"He's making her dance with him, its rough, I almost can't watch it. She's crying, barely but she's crying. She's so strong Liv but she's breaking. She's barely hanging in there, he doesn't look alerted though, she's hiding it well."
Liv shakes her head "I have a bad feeling about this….." She tries to continue to speak when Amaro interrupts her.
"Just get her out of there Finn, get her out." Amaro yelled into the radio and slammed his fist against the dashboard.
Liv looked at Amaro "what the hell is wrong with you?"
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"Let's go get you a drink huh baby? Maybe then you'll loosen up and show me some love." Patrick grabbed onto my wrist and led me away from the dance floor. Relief flooded over me. The ghost feeling of his hands on my hips is still present. I shake my head to rid myself of the thought. I'm being overdramatic.
He hasn't even done anything to me, I'm just a baby. I mentally scold myself and force a smile on my face. I had never done such bad undercover work before.
Once we had parted the sea of people he led me to the bar. His steel grip latched onto my arm so hard it was leaving a mark. He was right, I am his.
We approached the bar and he pulled me roughly in front of him. My stomach was against the bar and my back was against his front side. His arms hooked around my neck in a nonchalant manner, but I knew the underlying message. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
From the outside I'm sure it looked pleasant, romantic even. I'm sure he had done this move on every girl he had raped.
He kissed the back of my neck and set his chin on top of my head. Bugs crawled up and down my spine.
"Can we get 2 vodka tonics please?" he spoke loudly so the bartender could hear him. The bartender winked and started on their drinks.
Patrick got closer to me and put his mouth against my ear "I know how sluts like you love their vodka tonics."
I froze when I felt his mouth next to my ear.
His mouth was so close to my earpiece, so close to my wire that I started to wonder if he knew it was there. A pang of guilt shot through me when I realized Nick must have heard it. He must be going crazy in that car with Liv.
The bartender slides the drinks across the flat, marble surface. At once Patrick lifts his drink to his lips and shoves mine towards me.
He grabs my hand and takes me to a dark, dirty corner of the club. "So tell me about yourself" he flashes a charming smile at me and continues to sip on his drink.
I take a sip and instantly relax. The familiarity of the warm sensation calms my nerves in the slightest bit. "My name is Amy, and I'm a bartender a few blocks over. My boss sent me up here tonight to check out how well this club is doing."
I take another sip and lean against the wall.
"Well my name is Patrick, and I'm a stock broker. Grew up in Brooklyn, now I live up here." He grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.
All of a sudden I feel very dizzy, very, very dizzy. The world around me starts to go in and out of focus. "I need…. I need to get out of here." I drop my glass and it shatters on the ground. Usually the noise would attract a crowd, but the music is so loud that no one turns.
I must have been drugged; I've only had 3 sips. The mother fucking bartender must have drugged me. He winked at Patrick but I didn't think anything of it… oh God… oh no…. why is this happening.
I push off the wall and start to walk past him. The world starts to tilt and rush by me. I can't tell whether I'm on the ground or on my feet. People dance in the distance in slow motion, lights surround me. I stagger and trip toward the exit.
"Oh no baby you're not going anywhere." He latches onto my arms and pulls me back towards him.
Sirens continue to go off in my head and once again I try and run, to get away from what I know is going to happen to me. He's strong, and has a tight grip on my upper arm.
Patrick starts to get angry with me and slams me against the wall. My head connects with the hard surface. I let out a muffled cry and fall to the ground. Luckily I fall to the left of the pile of glass. He picks me off the floor and starts to lead me away. "I like you, you're feisty."
He wraps an arm around my waist for support when he starts to walk and stills instantly. His hand moves from my waist to my shoulder and up to the back of my neck where the wire is taped. He starts to laugh as he puts his hand into the back of my dress and follows the wire on my bare skin.
"no…no… don't do thaaat" I mutter quickly trying to wrap my mind around what's happening. I'm sure I sound drunk.
Everything comes in and out of focus, I move quickly and then slowly. I had never been high before but I'm pretty sure this is weedx100.
"So you're a cop are you? Good. They can listen to what I'm about to do to you. No one's coming for you sweetheart, it's gonna be just the two of us."
I whimper and he silences me with a rough kiss. "None of that darling. Let's get out of here yeah? The real fun is about to begin….. trust me."
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Sooooooo this is the first chapter! I hope you guys like it, review and tell me if you do or not! Obviously I made up the part about rollins being a dancer but can't you see her as a ballerina? I am counting on writing multiple chapters of this so please review! Love you all!