Title: Playing House.
Summary: When a man begins stalking and murdering couples that all live in the same gated community, Nick and Olivia go undercover. How will Nick Amaro handle playing house with the woman he'd fallen for?
AN:
Oh and do you like their undercover last name? It cracked me up.. just a bit.
WARNING: First parts are graphic and violent, next parts get fluffier.
This was originally going to be a one shot, but I figured, why not?
PS. Partners will be updated soon!
Oh and I got this idea in a dream, so my subconscious thought it was good. I hope you guys will too.
Please let me know if you think I should continue this?
Chapter 1: Matching Rings.
Nick's POV:
The whole squad was frustrated and Nick could see it clearly. Fin hadn't stopped pacing, Amanda was staring at the board trying to figure out some connection that the rest of them had skipped over, Olivia was on her fourth cup of coffee- of the hour, and Nick was easing his tension by watching Olivia. The brunette had her head buried in the case file, only coming up to listen to Amanda's failed attempts to create a more solid profile of their perp and to refill her coffee cup.
Nick had always enjoyed watching Olivia work, she was a true force when they had a case. He loved the fire in her eyes when they interviewed a suspect, the way she was so compassionate with the victims, how she fought for what she believed in. It was one of the first things he'd noticed when he started on SVU, her passion for the job was overwhelming.
This whole thing had begun a few weeks ago, when the first couple had been found murdered in their home- SVU hadn't been called in until at least 48 hours into the investigation when the Medical Examiner discovered the wife had extreme vaginal tearing, indicating that she'd been brutally raped before her death. With the next few couples it had become more apparent that they were sex crime's. The wife would always be found nude and raped, the husband was always found strapped to a chair- probably forced to watch the whole thing.
The only connecting factors about these couples was that they lived in the same gated in community of Riverbed, had all been relatively new to the neighborhood, all the couples had been stalked (the killer had to know their routines), and they were all interracial which probably made these crimes of hate.
All they had on the perp was that he either worked in Riverbed, knew somebody that lived in Riverbed, or lived there himself because he knew the access code for the gate, He targeted interracial couples, and that this guy knew what he was doing- he'd worn gloves, used a condom, and nobody in the neighborhood had seen anybody going in or out of the homes.
Nick sighed as he watched Olivia get up for the fifth time to refill her coffee cup. Olivia only got like this when she was deep in thought. She had been trying to find something for over an hour- and the more frustrated she became- the more coffee she drank. Nick was seriously contemplating cutting her off.
Suddenly Cragen barged from his office, coming to stand in the middle of his squad. "Has anybody made any progress since I checked two hours ago?"
"Captain, we're trying here but there's nothing more we have to go on," Amanda sighed. "We've tried talking to the other residents but they all lawyer-ed up as soon as we stepped foot on their lawn, there's no DNA, and there hasn't been another murder for a week- which means he's probably about to strike again."
Fin stopped pacing and moved to stand next to Amanda at the board, "She's right captain, we've hit a wall here."
"Benson and Amaro, please tell me you've got something," Cragen frowned.
Nick just shook his head and Olivia didn't even bother looking up, only took another sip of her coffee.
"Then we're gonna have to figure out another way in," Cragen said simply. "Who tried talking to the residents?"
"Me and Fin took the residents, Benson and Amaro have been leaning on the ME," Amanda said.
"I have an idea that just might work," Cragen murmured more to himself, than to his team.
"What you thinking Captain?" Fin asked.
"I'm thinking we need to have some under cover's. Benson and Amaro haven't been seen by the residents, they'd be interracial, and they'd be new to the neighborhood," Cragen tapped his finger on his chin. "They fit the killers type exactly."
"Hey Liv," Nick yelled, with a small smile on his lips.
Nick watched as Olivia looked his way for the first time that day, her brown orbs meeting his. "Wanna be my wife?" Nick asked, full on grinning now.
~X0~X0~X0~
Nick Amaro would be lying if he said he was excited. He'd been all smiles and positive energy at first, happy to be going back undercover- even if it was as a rich couple. But then he'd realized what exactly the job entailed, he had to live in the same house with Olivia, had to sleep in the same bed, had to socialize with Olivia by his side- as his wife. Nick honestly didn't know how he was going to do it without snapping.
It had been a year since Nick had realized his feelings for his partner and he'd tried to keep being professional, admiring her only when her back was turned. Now he was expected to live with her for the next week or two, and he honestly didn't know how he was going to make it. He couldn't even handle standing too close to her at work.
On the morning of their assignment they were directed to dress casually and to show up in the squad room at eight sharp. She'd of course been the first one there, and Nick's pants had tightened when he saw her. His eyes had traveled from her toes to her head, taking her in. She wore a pair of boots, tight black jeans that hugged her ass deliciously, and a black tank top with a leather jacket thrown over it. Nick hadn't been able to focus on their briefing at all because he'd been trying to glance at his partners backside without her noticing the whole time.
The precinct had given them everything they'd need to blend in: they'd gotten a rental car, a spending allowance, a house in the neighborhood, and new I.D's. They had been directed to their car after the meeting, with instructions to head to the new house.
It was about thirty minutes into their trip when Olivia suddenly cleared her throat, and looked up from the file she'd been reading, "Did you memorize our back story?"
Nick was a bit startled, this was the first time she'd spoken since they started driving. Taking his eyes off the road for one second, he looked over to her. "No, I didn't get a chance before we left, could you read it to me?"
Olivia nodded and flipped their file back open, "Well our cover names are Olivia and Nick Bensaro- they figured it'd be easier to keep our first names seeing as we might be there a while, we've been married for 3 years now, we got married on a beach in Miami, we met in college," Olivia rolled her eyes but continued, "We moved here because I got a job offer. You work from home designing websites and I'm on the board of directors for some university. We have no children, but we've been trying. Also," Olivia opened the envelope that was inside the file, turning it over and shaking it out. "Here's your ring." She took one of his hands off the wheel, and quickly slipped the ring onto his finger. Nick gulped and tried to stay focused on the road.
He'd been apart of over a dozen high end drug busts, he'd taken down a prostitution ring, and he faced horrible crimes everyday, but he had no idea how he was going to pull off sharing a house with Olivia.
He only hoped there was a church around town, cause he'd definitely need to confess some sins by the time this was over.
~X0~X0~X0~X0~
Nick sighed as he managed to get the door unlocked on the third try. They'd just gotten to their new house and he'd been surprised, it was amazing. When they stepped over the threshold he did a double take. The place was elegant but it was also filled with cardboard boxes. Movers had been moving boxes into their new place for the past two days- some of the boxes contained actual household items, but most of them contained wires and camera equipment.
He heard Olivia close the door and gasp as she took in the boxes. "Guess we're gonna have to unpack ourselves," Olivia said, shaking her head.
She walked past him and headed into another part of the house, Nick followed. The kitchen was extremely updated, the best appliances had been installed in the house, and Olivia looked like she was in heaven.
"Nick, I hope you can cook, cause I don't know how we're supposed to order takeout when we have a kitchen like this in our house."
Nick chuckled and grabbed a box off the counter yanking it open, "You're in luck, Liv. My mother taught me to cook, said it would help her get grand babies faster."
Olivia stepped close to him, peering into the open box. "It looks like they unpacked the household stuff, I guess all we have to do is get the cameras."
Nick could feel Olivia's heat radiating through his shirt. He wanted so badly to turn around and lift her up onto that counter, but he just gritted his teeth and said, "I really hope they included instructions."